#REMEMBER DEATH CHOOSES YOU ( inspo )

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

10 Jikook Fanfictions Part 1

I said I'd make a list before the end of the year and I kept my promise. Now, it's difficult to choose, especially when I have more than 300 bookmarks and unfortunately I also started doing that some year and a half ago. Safe to say, there's probably plenty of good fics I read that are now lost. Anyway, enough with the boring chit chat, here's 10 random jikook fics in no particular order and most likely, several other parts will follow, probably next year 😉

1. Dead in the Water

It's been a couple of years since I read this and honestly, I barely remember much, but what I do know it's that it had an impact on me. Usually fics that have death as a central theme end up resonating with me, but perhaps it's because I've always been attracted to more darker fiction. This one is gritty and there's a lot of pain and I must have cried a lot (those tend to stick in my head)

2. we're holding hands beneath the silver screen

I think this story is taking place in the 90s (you'll see that a lot of the fics I recommend are taking place in the past). I think I ended up reading everything ChimneyCricket wrote, but this one remained a favorite. Coming of age during a summer in Jeju in the 90s. Apart from the theme, it's the writing that made me stick with it.

I'm not the biggest fan of young adult stories. Or better yet, it's not something that I'd go to as a preference. When I do, it's more of an indulgence and thankfully, I found some writers (like this one) who can do a really good job with the genre.

3. Stockwell

Another writer that I've become a big fan of after reading one fic of theirs. And I think it might have been Stockwell that did it for me. I like that it's fanfiction with adult themes for an adult audience. And I also resonate with a lot of the cultural references and themes. I will also admit that this fic leaning into the enemies to lovers trope was a selling point because I'm a sucker for it. I can't help myself.

4. Burn for You

This is a complete self indulgence for me and I embrace it. Just like watching Bridgerton is a guilty pleasure for which I don't actually feel guilty (and the inspo for this fic). This story has everything and I must say the combination of lust, fear of revealing feelings, rumors, proper behavior and hidden romance is a lethal combination!

5. Light of a century

I might have recommended this story before, but it being inspired by Up on Poppy Hill is not just due to the plot, but the writing is able to evoke that studio Ghibli mood. This fic is to be read on a hot weekend afternoon.

6. Map of the Soul

This might be one of the most complex fanfictions I read due to the amount of research needed, but also in the depiction of political contexts and identity politics. Most of all, I like it because as much as relationships are a vital part of the story, there is an entire world surrounding the main characters. Events and other people that have also room to develop and not just remain props that advance the story.

7. Proceed with Caution

I don't know what snatchim did with this fic, but it's the only one I ever reread multiple times and I'll probably do it again in the future. I don't even reread books from my library, let alone fanfics. But Proceed with Caution did it for me. Perhaps it's because of the process of Jungkook inevitably falling for Jimin and even though it's a bad thing considering the context, it's so good. Maybe it's the image of Jimin with a bellybutton ring or maybe because the picture of hot Californian days in the 70s is so vivid, it feels like a nostalgic Paul Thomas Anderson movie.

8. Dishwater World They Said Was Lemonade

The description does not do this story justice because it's so much more than that. It's a canon compliant thriller with really complicated and complex characters and once again, a story meant for adults who understand that it's fiction. Unfortunately, judging by the comment section, a lot of people cannot distinguish betweem real people and characters. For those of you who might be fans of Korean thrillers, this story might be the one for you. It's also one of my favorite jikook fics as well.

9. souvlaki

Need I say more, considering the description? This is a self indulgence as well, but of a different kind. If I happily read tropey fics, I also like the ones that can sound like a uni course. Set during the 1997 FMI crisis in SK, any reader will get familiar with a socioeconomic and political perspective of that time through the eyes of the main characters. If you're only looking for romance, this one is not for you.

10. you wouldn't remember

I think littleflumes might be currently my favorite writer of canon compliant jikook. I think the author really captured their dynamic in its essence and the room left for fiction perfectly fills in the holes left in the last 2 years and up until the present. But what did it for me, not only with this story, but the others in the series as well, is that it's concentrated almost entirely on the two main characters, almost living in a bubble of their own in which their relationship can be explored.

#m thoughts #jikook #jikook fanfic #jikook fanfiction #jikook au #jikook canon compliant #fic rec #bts fanfic

[tarrynightss]

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽

Pairing: Miles Quaritch x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst (like ALOT), graphic descriptions of violence and death, no happy ending

Summary: Had you and Miles ever been build to last? You certainly thought so, proudly wearing his ring on your finger. But when the tensions rise, and it becomes time to choose sides, will he stand with you? (read the inspo post for some spoilers)

A/N: Damn maybe I am evil. This fic is based on this idea I had. There will be a part two with Recom Miles

A laugh resonates throughout the room, the soft yellow light from outside pouring in through a small window. It’s so warm as you shift under the blankets, laying on your side as you stare at your lover. His hand runs over your bare waist, the adoration in his blue eyes clear. Miles could not remember the last time he had laughed like this. It was as if you had brought color back to his life, your warm smile seared into his mind. 

“Don’t tell me you are going soft on me, Colonel.”

Your voice is smooth like honey, and he stares at your lips as you speak. Soft? He scoffs. Perhaps you were right. You had him wound around your little finger, the man growing anxious whenever he wasn’t near you. It was supposed to be a one night stand, some fooling around to blow off steam, but it had grown into so much more these past few months. Never had he thought he would fall for some science nut.

Miles moves some hair out of your face, stroking his fingers over your soft skin. Touching you feels natural, feels right, and the face of content you make has his own lips curling up into a smile. 

“I love you.” 

The words come out so easily it frightens him, never having been the type of man to say it out loud. He knows he’s no easy man to love, and the situation you both are in isn’t ideal either. But you don’t point out any of that. Instead, your eyes sparkle as you place your hand over his, cupping it against your cheek. 

“I love you too, Miles.”

Miles marches down the hallway with quick steps, his hands balled into fists as he curses under his breath. You had lost your damn mind, undermining him in front of everyone to defend some savages. He had known you would not be pleased with his proposal, but you are his fiancé, for crying out loud! You were the last person he wanted to hear call him a bloodlusty fool. He should’ve gotten you taken out of that Avatar program as soon as you started rambling about Pandora’s native population and how you were going to learn their ways, but he didn’t. He loved you, and seeing your passion for it had foolishly blinded him. 

You run after him, fumbling with the device you’re holding as you bring forward the same holographic screen you had shown him and the others at the meeting. You should not have said what you did in the heat of the moment, but this is far more important than any of that. 

“Miles! Please! I’m sorry! Please listen!”

He stops so suddenly that you almost crash into him, staring down at you with furious eyes. It makes your stomach drop, but you press the screen under his nose regardless. 

“If you don’t believe me nor Grace, fine, but we have proof. Solid data that shows that there is more at play here,” you plead with him. 

Miles looks at what the Na’vi call Hometree, perfectly mapped out with a thousand or million little connections running through it. At the moment it only fuels his anger. 

“Because of the connections between trees?” he fumes in a way that makes you feel foolish when you nod. 

He hums, looking you over as he pretends to consider it for a moment before sharply turning around, nearly knocking the device out of your hand. You stand there, nailed to the ground in shock. He had never been a big science guy, but he had never disregarded you in this way. You hope it’s just payback for what you had said. 

Miles continued walking towards his room, and just as he feared, you chased after him. He did not try to stop you as you walked in after him, the door sliding closed behind you with a hiss. The quarters are pretty much as much his as they are yours, not having slept in your own bunk for months. 

He puts his hand over his face, as unsure as to what to do as you are. It’s hard to be mad at you, but god, what the hell did you expect?!

“The decisions has been made. I will follow my orders, and so should you,” he tells you stiffly and turns towards the wall, praying this will be the end of it. 

You shake your head, slamming the device in your hand down on the metal table next to you, the loud ringing noise it emanates making his muscles tense. 

“That’s bullshit!” you curse and move to look at him, his hand still concealing his facial expression. “This is not just a mission, Miles, we are talking about taking dozens of lives!” 

His hand drops from his face and he looks at you with exhaustion. “Newsflash sweetheart, but that’s what most military missions boil down to.”

You go silent for a second before scoffing, unable to tell him he’s wrong. “That does not mean it’s right.”

Your eyes meet his, and they beg Miles to show mercy. “There are children there, babies. Defenseless creatures who have no idea that there’s any conflict going on.” 

His jaw tightens. Babies. An image flashes through his mind of you holding your own little bundle of joy, your face radiating as you smile. He almost grimaces, realizing his brain truly has been turned into mush by you. 

A chair scrapes over the ground as he pulls it back to sit down, the screen of your device still flickering on the table. He braces himself. “Well, then at least they won’t know what hits them.”

Disgust washes over you at Miles’s words. You try to convince yourself he doesn’t mean it, that he’s just bluffing. You have been with him for over half a year now, he couldn’t be like this. 

You find the ring around your finger, anxiously twisting it around as you once again reassure yourself. He may not be a kind man, but he’s not this either. 

“Don’t be like that,” your voice comes out just above a whisper. “What if it was our child?”

His gaze flicks from your face to your stomach briefly before he painfully balls his hand into a fist, putting it on the table in front of him. “We don’t have one.”

“For god's sake, Miles!” you hiss and move closer to him, staring down at him with panicked eyes. “But what if we did? What if it was our child in there?!”

You want him to say something, anything that shows that he would care. He swallows, throat bobbing.

“Then I would them to get the fuck of there before they get nuked.”

The last bit of hope on your face disappears. As you look into his hard, cold eyes, you see that he is not bluffing, and you wonder how you ever saw any warmth in them at all. 

You do not want to cry, but at the prospect of losing everything you love in a matter of days, your resolve stands no chance. 

Hot tears stream down your face as you shake your head, desperation washing over you. “Don’t do this, Miles. I will beg you if that pleases you. I will get on my knees and beg till my voice is gone if that means you won’t go through with this.” 

Your hand finds his face, reaching out to that man who cuddled you when you couldn’t sleep, to the one who would laugh with you, the one you love. 

“You are asking me to betray humankind,” Miles says, his voice strained. 

“No,” you reply quickly, eyes flicking over his expression and trying to read the hint of something in his voice. “I am asking you to at the very least be neutral. You would neither fight the Na’vi nor support them. We could go away until this is all over.”

You smile weakly at him, the corners of your mouth twitching under the stress. “We could go back to earth, get married, start a family. We’ll leave all this behind.”

It’s a tempting offer, his throat feeling closed up as he takes it in. Just the two of you, a normal, simple life. No more fighting, no more danger. He’d get the family that he never thought he’d have. 

“No.”

Your hand falls as his answer hits you, betrayal written all over your face. 

Miles loves you, but he can’t do it. He is not the type to pull back, can’t betray the military he has served for so many years. Sempre fi. The words have to bring him strength, comfort, but they pale at the sight of pure hurt on your face. 

“No,” he says again, both to you and himself.

Your mind reels. Does he not even care that all you had will be over? And for what? Honor? Duty? All a heap of shit in your eyes. 

The deep breath you’ve been holding comes out shaky, more tears falling from your eyes. Your fingers fumble with taking his ring off, and you glance down at it one more time. Your heart throbs painfully in your chest, the tension inside you rising as you realize you will be on opposing sides. It all builds and sears before something snaps, and you let out a strangled cry, throwing the now useless piece of metal in his lap. 

“I won’t need this anymore then!” you yell, but all he does is watch, not even bothering to catch the ring as it slips down the front of his shirt and clatters to the ground. 

He had never been meant for marriage, he thinks. Perhaps it was better if it crashed and burned now. 

You heave at his lack of response. “Say something you fucking bastard!”

The muscles in Miles’s neck tense as he cocks his head to the side, producing a forced grin. “It’s been fun, sweetheart.”

The patronizing tone of his voice has your cheeks burning, feeling like an absolute fool. He had strung you along, used you. He would’ve never done anything for you that didn’t benefit him. 

You storm off without another word. Miles Quaritch had turned out to be exactly the man everyone thought he was, you had just been too blinded by love to see it.

—

Blood slowly trickles down into Miles’s eye, his teeth grinding down on one another as he balls his fists. Jake Sully. The man stands in front of him in his Avatar form, hissing ferally. Jake had taken you with him, flown off with you to god knows where and dragged you into this war. Quaritch’s blood boils at the notion. Whether you wear his ring or not, you are his, and he had locked you away for your own good. Sully had no right to interfere with that. 

“Where is she?” Miles shouts, the knife of his AMP suit raised up in defense. 

Jake shakes his head, teeth bared. “Gone. Shot down by one of your soldiers.”

No. Miles growls in anger at the lie. He had given orders to take you in alive, had spread both your human and Avatar picture out to every soldier he could reach. He glances back to the unit placed nearby. If your Avatar did get shot, you’d be in there, in pain, but very much alive. You wouldn’t have been foolish enough to run back out as a human, right? 

“Come on old man.”

You had beckoned him towards you with your hand, your knuckles covered with hand wraps. You barely ever worked out, but had not hesitated to accept his challenge. Land one hit on him and he’d agree to take a little trip on Pandora with you. You were bold, Miles would give you that, but your skills were lacking. There were dozens of holes in your defense as you stood, and before you could even react, he had knocked you to the ground. 

But you didn’t give up, oh no, using any measures to work your way out from under him and get back in the fight, yelling ‘again!’. You would not give up until you couldn’t go anymore.

The waver in Miles’s attention allows Jake an opening, grabbing a discarded metal piece with a knife-like end from the ground and charging his enemy with it. It pierced right through the front of  Miles’s AMP suit, the sharp end only an inch removed from his face. His mind shifts to full on survival mode as he tears the hunk of metal out of his suit, the suffocating air of Pandora quickly starting to seep in. The glass in front of him is useless now, barely anything visible through the scattered pieces, and so he presses a button to eject it out of its frame. He scrambles to put on the emergency oxygen mask as his heart beats fast in his chest from the lack of air.

Sully won’t give up without a fight either, uncaring that he possesses no weapons as he charges the Colonel. He puts up one hell of a fight too, the mechanic suit struggling to withstand his blows and pulls, the metal creaking when Jake attempts to rip pieces of it off. When he’s purged on top of the AMP suit, Miles sees an opportunity, grabbing him by the braid that protects his queque. 

Jake groans in pain as he’s smashed down to the ground, the grip on his braid unwavering as he’s dragged around. Miles raises Jake up, intending to crush his throat till it’s mush in the suit’s fingers. He would pay for what he had done. 

“Stop!”

The voice rings loud through Miles’s head. 

“Stop! Miles!”

His eyes snap away from his enemy, widening as he sees you. Your Avatar form is bloodied but not gravely wounded, the warpaint on your face matching those of the rest of the Na’vi he’s seen. You move towards him, slow but agile, your long tail sweeping behind you. The way your big, yellow eyes watch him disturbs him. There’s something so familiar in them, carrying that same twinkle as your own, but the rest of you is completely alien. 

“Miles.” Your voice beckons him, makes him forget for just a moment where he is. 

He doesn’t let go of Jake as you come closer, in fact he makes no move at all. Miles realizes that even in this odd form, he’s relieved to see you. These days without you had been torture, the Colonel laying awake every night, kicking and hitting walls out of frustration as he could find no way to get to you. 

As you inch towards him, he wonders if you’re going to try to convince him to come with you again. Though he did not want to admit it, this battle was finished, so if there was ever a moment to give into your request, it was now, his own harsh breathing signaling he could not go on for much longer. 

You glance from him to Jake, watching your friend struggle in his grip. Miles notices how your pupils dilate when they flick back to him. A sign of affection as you once told him. You still love him, even after all he did. 

Maybe- Maybe he should go with you, perhaps it wasn’t -

Within the blink of an eye, you have jumped onto his suit, crying out as you drive a dagger through his chest. 

-too late. 

Miles’s eyes open wide in shock as he stumbles back, letting go of Jake in the process. His mind is unable to catch up with what just happened. You had stabbed him, and he shakes his head weakly in disbelief as you stare at him. You wouldn’t do that, you wouldn’t… he feels his brain fogging up as blood seeps from his wound, blurring everything. 

Your mouth opens to reveal your fangs as you pull your dagger back out of Miles with a wet squelch, causing him to stutter as he coughs up blood. You aren’t hissing, no, instead your face has warped into a pained grimace. Your weapon instantly drops to the ground, tears forming in your eyes. He’s confused as to why you look so sad, his grip on reality slipping as he bleeds out. The harsh sunlight blurs your surroundings, and for a moment he thinks you are back in his room, your human face framed so beautifully by your hair as you smile at him. 

An attempt at your name leaves his lips as his knees give in, the suit going down with him. There’s too much blood and spit flowing from his mouth for you to understand what he’s saying, his face quickly becoming stained with it as it flows through his mask. In his mind he said it. He said your name, said that he loves you, that he’s sorry.  

Your shaky hand cups the back of Miles’s neck, propping him up slightly. Your tears drip down on his mask as you silently weep, watching as the color in his face continues draining until his eyes go vacant. His body sputters in your grasp once more, a last impulse from the nervous system, and then he hangs limp, the Colonel long gone.

You tell yourself you had no choice as you stare into his empty, blue eyes. He would not have stopped. You had given him a way out and instead he destroyed and killed everything in his way. He would’ve fought for the humans till his last breath. This had to happen. Didn’t it? Didn’t it?! You pull his lifeless body up, holding it against yours as a choked scream leaves your throat. You had never felt pain this sharp. 

It’s not until you feel Jake’s hand shaking you by the shoulder that you realize that you’ve been holding Miles’s lifeless body for god knows how long, your throat sore from weeping. Your body feels cold and stiff, shaking as Jake helps you put down Miles.

You know you have to leave, but before you do, you start searching for his dog tags, patting down his uniform. What you find instead is something that makes your blood run cold, your fingers tracing the outline of a ring in the chest pocket of his jacket. It’s so tiny in your hands as you pull it out, holding it as if it were made of glass. He had carried it around on his heart ever since you gave it back to him. 

A sad smile forms on your trembling lips and you press the ring against them. 

I love you too, Miles. I’m sorry. 

#miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #atwow #avatar the way of water #avatar #atwow x reader #miles quaritch fic #miles quaritch x you #tw: death #angst #miles x reader

[ahqkas]

𝐨𝐨𝐨. THE SWEETNESS OF HIS VOICE ; anakin skywalker

pairing! anakin skywalker x gn!reader

synopsis! he was known to be as your personal poet, letting the sweet whispers of his voice to spoil you with compliments. it seems like he does it in his sleep, too

warnings! fluff, not proofread, i described anakin's looks more than i should (look at him), lmk if i missed smth !!

word count! 1k

note! im reposting this bc it disappeared from the tags and flopped and i might like the work a bit too much for that SO hopefully it wont happen again , liking, reblogging & commenting is deeply appreciated <3 (inspo taken from one of the reblogs tysm!!)

© ahqkas — all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are prohibited to be reposted, translated or modified

The air in the space of your bedroom was chilly, the temperature fine enough to keep you from freezing to death or suffocating from the hotness under your too many blankets and pillows. A gentle breeze of air was entering the room through opened balcony door and letting the perfectly aligned stars shine a path back home. Home. What a strange word to many, familiar to some. Home is a place with charm and character, somewhere you felt being safe and secure and happy to return after a tiring day.

It is a place where you're accepted for being who you are, as you are. Your true self. Along with all your strengths, weaknesses, feelings and actions. No one's there to judge you and make fun of you. You feel like you belong here and not like a lifeless frame without a silhouette of a soul. It's full of warmth and comfort and you wouldn't move away from a place like that.

Anakin is your home.

His arms are strong when they're wrapped around you in a longing hug and there's no intention in moving them away in any time. They're the definition of grounding, like an anchor would do with an old sailor's ship. They keep you grounded from the cruel reality you call your world and there's not a single place in the entire galaxy where you'd feel better, safer.

You prefer it this way.

The realisations are mostly happening at nights, like one of them now, when you just simply lay in your bed and stare into the unknown, the loud thoughts refusing to leave your tired mind. It would be deadly silent if not for Anakin's quiet snoring. His snoring ─ you really wouldn't call it snoring ─ was composed from light puffs of air escaping his nose and mouth from time to time. Some would call it strange but the movements gave you a feeling of comfort that he's there. Laying in your bed.

He made you feel like you put the stars on the night sky and you outshined the silver of the Moon with your beauty.

Anakin's hand, which was resting on the curve of your waist, twitched slightly, shifting your attention from the pointless staring to his sleeping frame and you took your time in admiring him. He truly looked like an angel with the moonlight hitting him at all the right places, painting his face with shades only artists can use and create something inhumanly admirable. The apples of his cheeks glistened in the lightning like there were some unshed tears rolling down them and you found yourself aching to kiss away every one of them. You were lucky to call him yours.

Your attention moved to his parted mouth, unsaid words escaping them like haunted memories scaring a child. Even asleep, Anakin's lips looked as kissable as ever. The imaginable sweetness of them called to you like sweet honey and your mind drifted off, the scenery as mesmerising as you remember. He once told you: "Since the day I met you, my life hasn't been the same in the best way possible and if I had the chance to meet you again, I'd fall in love with you every time" and those words carved themselves into the core of your mind, never intending to let go.

The Jedi certainly had a way with his words. Usually, when he was speaking to his colleagues and such, he'd choose the words and sentences carefully as if not to upset them more than they were. It was no surprise that most held some kind of a grudge against the man, the main reason was either his reckless personality or the late training of his ten years old self. He didn't ask for this yet almost a half of the Council saw a dark future coming from him. But for you (and enemies but we don't talk about that), his mouth could run all day and there wouldn't be a said word to regret.

Anakin let out a whisper which made you return to the reality, but you didn't catch what he said. You found out he sleep talked (just like you) a couple nights ago and nothing could describe the joy you felt after the discovery. He liked to tease you about the things you say in your sleep, now was your turn to bite him back and enjoy every second of it. It's a damn mystery, what could he possibly talk about? It's not like he keeps any secrets from you and you two knew everything about each other (physically and emotionally).

Another whisper didn't go past your hearing though. You leaned in closer, the crown of your head perfectly fitting under Anakin's chin as you closed your eyes and listened more.

"My love."

His voice could be compared to the sound of bells or music you liked to listen to because that's what it was like, you never minded Anakin's blabbering or his restless explanations of the things he had passion in because of the promising comfort you've achieved by it.

"My angel."

The breath in your throat hitched, no matter how many times you've heard those names, your nicknames, roll out of your lover's lips. He's always meant them with nothing but sincerity and the sweetness of them was like the best cake in the whole universe, awaiting for you to take it all with a cherry at the top.

"I hope you know you are perfect, I can't imagine a life without you. You have no idea how lucky I am."

No, Ani, you have no idea how lucky you feel at this moment. In the arms of the person who makes you feel the safest and at home, you could spend here an eternity without any regrets. No problems, no worries, no responsibility. He would keep all the cruel things as far away from you as possible and give you the warm feeling his embrace provided.

"I love you, y'know."

And right now you felt like breaking down, right there in his arms because you realized how lucky you actually are. You wouldn't be there if Anakin wasn't so much of a rule breaker and didn't allow his love for you to be something deeper than just a friendly attachment. You had someone to love you so deeply, someone many wished for. That feeling was without any doubt the best feeling in the entire existence.

"My sweet love."

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[myswimmingpewl]

Helloooo, someone said to do part two and you ask, you shall receive (p.s: to the person who asked for more of this thanks so much, I feel famous 😍)

So part two of what the ghosts reactions to Mary's sucking off tell us about them and their lives

Kitty acts all clueless and relys on pat to explain what's happening. She isn't actually stupid, she knows somewhat about what happened to Mary but her method of copeing is by pretending nothing bad is happeing. We see this with kittys sister. She was terrible but kitty chooses to remember her as really nice simply becasue it's easier than remembering her as who she really was. She does this with Mary too, she seems as though she doesn't know what's happening becasue she doesn't want to accept it.

Thomas is only focused on himself and how that can happen to him at any moment. Obviously, we know Thomas is very dramatic and self centered but this could be because of his life. In his head, he believed to be the best poet, loved my everyone when in reality, he wasn't great and people laughed at him (I also think that he was outshone by his cousin Francis). Similar to kitty, Thomas hides the truth in his head to feel better about him self. But even with this coping mechanism, he still knows that he isn't the world-renowned poet he always wanted to be so he is desperate to keep trying (why he went to Italy to find inspo and other places to show off). Seeing Mary being sucked off would have made him realise that it can happen to him at any moment and he was never successful (this is actually so sad 😭) so in reality, he isn't being selfish, he's just desperate to do something with his life (death)

Julian got really angry in response to Mary's loss. As a stereotypical politician, many things would have made him angry but he couldn't really show that in the media bcs it woukd make him look bad. He was then left alone with his anger. Also he says that someone else he knew was really angry after the death of a cat (?), so angry they had to "hide the nuclear launch codes" potentially he's mirroring that behaviour becasue it's the only way he saw people reaction to loss previously (tbh I have no idea with Julian I'm just winging it lmao if you know anything else, go with that😭😭)

And humphrey was clueless until the end of the episode😭 I suppose this could mirror how he was clueless about Sophie's plot but I think I'm thinking too much into this😭 ALSO the fact that captain volunteered to tell humphrey the news shows how much he grew emotionally and he's not only capable of being in touch with his own feeling without hiding them but also to share them to someone

I think that's all the characters and yea slay follow me😍 (and see part one to this)

#bbc ghosts #themthere #six idiots #bbc ghosts mary #bbc ghosts julian #bbc ghosts thomas #bbc ghosts humphrey #bbc ghosts captain #mat baynton #simon farnaby #larry rickard #slay

[sungbeam]

requests, the third round

a/n: yk,, i always say im not good with requests, but sometimes, i really do just need a whole system reboot and to look at other people's ideas 💀 so this is me trying 🤸‍♀️

NOW OPEN FROM TODAY, SEPT. 5TH TO FRIDAY, SEPT. 8TH !! NOW CLOSED

some ground rules:

✶ remember that i am Not Good At Requests. if i don't end up getting to yours/give up on them, then i'm sorry. if u want a guaranteed fic, u prob shouldn't come to my inbox :')

✶ this is my mainly sfw blog; pls keep all requests pg-13, suggestive at the most. here's a sample of how far i'm willing to go for the sake of readers on this blog.

✶ i'm very much willing to write about death, grief, violence, and blood, to an extent. pls do not send a request romanticizing toxic and/or abusive relationships, bc i will delete it.

✶ i write fem reader at default, but i am very much open to gn reader too. just be sure to specify!

✶ would i write a love triangle? a love square? a love octagon??? (yes, i'm bringing this back) if u want it, and i have the energy for it, lmk LMAO

✶ ONCE YOU HAVE SENT IN A REQUEST, i will update this post below the cut with requests i've received so far. pls check there for if i've seen your ask :]

how to request:

send a prompt(s)/au/song inspo/etc + genre(s) + desired idol boyo(s)!!

— i'll write for anyone from the EIGHT groups i have a masterlist for LOL (prob an emphasis on tbz but maybe this'll get me back to ncity, who knows)

— some prompt ideas: dialogue. question starters. fluff. hozier for vibes. from a villain. werewolf by night quotes.

request queue!

— if u told me i don't have to use all the prompts, i still put them down just so i have all the ideas in one place ^_^

lee hyunjae x "you feel like home to me" x debut/predebut era — from anon

jung wooyoung x "i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me" x "there’s nothing sweeter than my baby" x fluff, suggestive — from @jaehunnyy

lee hyunjae x e2l x "i don't understand why you have to torment me every second of the day! you were a sweetheart when you left, obviously life happened and now you're a devil! what the fuck, lee jaehyun?!" x "you don't understand how i think of you everyday when we were apart" x "i'm not saying that i'm using you but could you fix me? put me back together?" — from anon

kim sunwoo x e2l x spy au x angst x "working together again, it’s just like old times." x "clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place." x "the only one who gets to kill you, is me." x "enemies make the best lovers, you know. " x "why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood?" — from @shakalakaboomboo

hwang intak or yoon keeho x “it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break.” x hurt/comfort — from anon

eric sohn x bffs2l x "was that your first kiss?" x "you can kiss me, you know." — from @mosviqu

eric sohn x “i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you” x “promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up?” — from @ericlvr

lee sangyeon x spy au x "what are you doing out here by yourself?" x "you gonna be a good girl for me?" x "they're dangerous? well unfortunately, so am i." x suggestive/action — from @winterchimez

choose an idol boy 😋 x actors au x e2l x happy ending by svt — from 🌷 anon

idol boy selection in progress x corpse bride au x horror — from 🌷 anon

lee juyeon(?) x soc/helnik au x "i fell in love with the fire long ago." — from @hqrana

xu minghao x "when i was a child, i heard voices… some would sing and some would scream." x "i’m standing in the ashes of who i used to be." x shang-chi au x angst and/or comfort — from @tranquilpetrichor

jacob bae or ji changmin x hozier's francesca x hurt/comfort, angst x a love that endures — from @zzoguri

ji changmin x new year's day (taylor swift) x fluff, comfort — from anon

jacob bae x band au x secret muse/songwriter au x vancouver by big naughty x busking — from @hongyangi

choi chanhee x e2l x she fell first, but he fell harder trope x banter/teasing — from @richasdiary

lee hyunjae x royalty au x poor girl/servant girl x royalty/prince au — from anon

lee hyunjae x bad boy good girl trope — from anon

kevin moon x older brother's best friend x secret relationship x "good morning, sleeping beauty." x "is that my shirt?" x "you look good like this." x "are you trying to get us in trouble?" x "are you sure this is a good idea?" x fluff, suggestive — from @confuchan

lee juyeon x "we can't keep doing this" x bffs 2 lovers — from anon

choi beomgyu x heartbreak girl by 5sos x angst, uber fluffy ending — from @loveliestfelix

lee jeno x best friends 2 lovers x dress by taylor swift — from anon

eric sohn x hands by flatsound x angst with or without a happy ending — from anon

eric sohn x “is that my shirt?” x fluff/suggestive — from anon

lee hyunjae x "you can hold my hand, if you want." x zombie apocalypse au — from anon

kim sunwoo x sweet nothing by taylor swift — from anon

#the boyz x reader #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #wayv x reader #nct 127 x reader #txt x reader #enhypen x reader #ateez x reader #p1harmony x reader #stray kids x reader #seventeen x reader #part of me feels like imma regret this.... we'll see how i feel tonight and tmr

[bluiex]

Hearing some crackpot conspiracy gave me this idea. Who knew I'd get inspo from that Watchers are an alien species, often winged. Grian and Jimmy ended up avian like while their sister Pearl is a moth species. Depends who is in the watchers it'd change what they are Since I'm a sucker for polyam (convexianbo anyone) this is set up to allow that BUT Scar gets abducted by the watchers, they are curious about the people who live next to the hermitssippi. Or its just an ideal area to find people to study, out of the way of any other places Grian, Pearl and Jimmy are out on their own doing research and Scar was their unlucky hermit they found first. He doesn't remember much if anything really from when they took him and did some test. But he wakes up to 3 strangers hovering over him bickering Pearl telling Grian he did to much of something and him arguing back about how should he know. But upon noticing Scar waking up he gestures to Scar saying "see he's fine!" Suddenly the hermits fine 3 new people living among them, they are rather strange. But the hermits aren't exactly the most normal people either so they don't really think to hard about it Grian takes to Scar, then Mumbo and Cub. Cub is harder to crack as he's able to school his emotions more than the others. But Grian for awhile gets into Scar's space, flustering him. Doing weird things that others should know not to do. But Scar finds it a bit endearing after awhile Jimmy doesn't take long to take to Tango, trying to learn as much as he can and helping out with Decked Out. Even tho there has been some near death experiences multiple times. Making Tango to finally make him stop helping and gives him task at a ranch instead. Which thrilled Jimmy as he learns about all these animals. Whom also prob cries the first time he sees some of the baby animals It does come out later that they aren't exactly from that planet. But the hermits after awhile couldn't care less. They are part of their group But finally they show their true forms and Scar remembers the night on the ship which Grian apologizes for. But Grian's partners are surprised but adore his looks either form he chooses Or you can go the route they keep Scar for far longer studying him and Cub starts to worry more and more when he can't find Scar -@spacecatdet I nearly missed a typo that would have changed this WHOLE au idea. Nsfw is bound to happen but that would have been something

ALLIIEEENNNSSSS

hermitissip

Space with the banger ideas as always

#bluie gets an ask poggers #long post

[the-void-writes]

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Ooh, this one made me really happy so thank you 💖💖💖 I think I accidentally changed the context of the song by making it platonic, but the vibes of it are huge inspo lol. Also I can’t remember if I’ve posted this part of the story before, but I rewrote it a bit so that should be fine.

Freaks of Preston - Lost On You

Bluebrook Memorial was a large plot of garden tucked away in the furthest corner of Preston, right where the town blended into the forest. Originally, the memorial was just a plain cemetery, sectioned in half to accommodate Humans and Freaks to “keep the dead from rising,” or whatever the ridiculous rumor was at the time. Of course, as Preston started burying more Freaks than Humans, it was impossible to keep the plots separate. Landscapers took the opportunity to brighten the whole place up with rose bushes and ponds, so visiting Humans didn’t have to think about sharing the park.

They weren’t so concerned about it, though, after a certain death in Preston…

Will followed the stone trail through a tunnel of willows. The flowers in his hand still felt wet from their time in the market, freshly misted by the clerks. Lydia strolled behind him, burying her nose into her jacket like a makeshift mask.

“I swear,” she said, “the smell gets stronger each time we come here.”

“Makes sense,” Will said. “If the flowers weren’t here, you’d be smelling something else.”

“Right, gross.” She shook her head. “Still, you’d think they’d choose something more pleasant.”

“I think you’re the only person I know who hates the smell of flowers.”

“I like real flowers, not whatever these things are. They’ve got chemicals and stuff.”

“Well, it can’t smell any worse than that raccoon Maddie brought home yesterday.”

“You thought that was a raccoon? With that skinny little tail? That was a possum.”

Will shook his head. “It’s not the same head shape.”

“What, you think Maddie took the time to shave a raccoon’s tail before taking it home?”

“I wouldn’t put it past her.”

Lydia sighed and ran a hand through her tangled orange hair. “I still say possum.”

“Suit yourself,” Will said with a shrug.

“Really, you’re just giving up?”

“I don’t feel like arguing with someone who thinks the sun is smaller than Earth.”

Lydia glared at him. “Hey, I was young. I understand now.”

Will couldn’t help but smile. “You do?”

“It’s just the distance that makes it small.” She posed triumphantly. “So technically, it’s the same size as the moon.”

He laughed and walked ahead of her. Lydia chased after him.

“Take their pictures, they’re the same size!”

The siblings took a turn past a cozy little garden of succulents. At the end of the path, under the overgrown moss of a giant tree, sat the grave they were looking for. The busy sounds of Preston were almost nonexistent in this corner of the park, blocked off by unruly clusters of ivy and thorns. It was a beautiful location, but Will always felt his chest tighten whenever he neared it, like he was caught in a vice.

In the last few years, he had visited the grave many times, a vast improvement from the whole days he spent when they first laid down the body six years ago. As a child, Will had even slept beside the grave, in the crook of the tree’s roots that surrounded him like large bird wings.

Will stopped, placed his flowers in the special vase, and read the stone marker.

Jason Theodore Rhodes

August 27 1974 - June 2 2007

Always and Forever

It was a nice headstone, all smooth and polished, though Will was still upset about the name. He and Henry had fought so hard to make it “Jason Prescott,” but the engravers insisted on using his legal name, regardless of the fact that he was disowned by his parents. For people who wanted nothing to do with him, they refused to let anyone else have the final say in his funeral arrangements. They wouldn’t even believe he was a godfather, at first, until Mary straightened them out. Their compromise was to let Will choose the epitaph, the one part that his parents didn’t care about. Always and forever… It seemed like a joke now, but he valued those words deeply.

Lydia patted the stone softly. “Hey, Jason. We miss you.”

Will took a deep breath. He had done this dozens of times, but that didn’t stop the tears that threatened to run down his face. Lydia smiled at him.

“I’ll be over there,” she said. “Take your time.”

“Thank you.”

She walked back down the path, leaving Will with the headstone of his dearest friend. The clouds felt dark over his head as he stood over the spot. Gloomy weather, Jason would have called it, the perfect time to be sad. Even the birds were in mourning around him. Their chirps were akin to someone in hysterics— laughter turning into sobs, back and forth until they finally fell silent.

Will let himself speak, his voice unable to move past a whisper.

“We’ve started choosing our classes for next year. One of our science teachers is offering astronomy. You’d be so jealous.”

He chuckled to himself, already blinking back tears.

“Henry and I found a recipe for mint chocolate cake. I still don’t know if it’s the icing or the cake that’s mint.” He shrugged. “Thought it would be nice for your birthday.”

Will reached out and brushed some dirt off of the headstone. His hand lingered against it, as though it would disappear the minute he moved away.

“You were the best father in the whole world, Jace. I just wish we had more time… I’m so sorry.”

He could see Jason in his mind, smiling softly, telling him to cheer up. Not in the condescending way that most adults said it, but in the kind and sincere way that only he seemed capable of. Will let his hand fall to his side, and he walked back over to Lydia, who was eagerly watching a ladybug.

“All good?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

She stood up and swung her arm around his shoulder. “You’re doing better, you know. We’re all proud of you… and he would be, too.”

“Thanks, Lyds.”

“Come on, let’s go grab Maddie and head home. She’ll prove that I’m right about the sun.”

Will smiled weakly. “Whatever you say.”

He let her drag him back down the path into town, listening patiently as she continued to explain how she was right. She was as goofy as she had been all those years ago, but Will was just happy to still have her in his life. He prayed that he wouldn’t lose her— or the rest of their family— the same way he lost Jason.

#writeblr #ask games #wip: freaks of preston

[andrewgarfieldslut]

(inspo: @dreaminginsteadofsleeping42)

#taylor swift #ts speak now #ts red #ts 1989 #ts reputation #ts lover #ts folklore #ts evermore #ts midnights #idk the taylor swift tunglr tags but i want a decent sample size! i’m curious! #cardigan was going to be on here but i didn’t know how much of the section i’m thinking of actually counts as a bridge #maybe i’ll make more of these. i have opinions

[carbondated]

#CARBONDATED Professor River Song of BBC's Doctor Who. Archaeologist. Post Library and Canon divergent. Beloved by Ivory. She/her. 25+ South African Tamil. First est Jan 2013. reestablished Aug 2023. .

. CARRD *not affiliated with Doctor Who, the BBC or Big finish.

PORTRAYAL- I am canon compliant with the show and EU respectively, except for the episode, 'name of the doctor'. Please note, this account has existed in one form or another since early 2013, as such my River has developed past canon. My main verse will be post-library. Thandiwe Newton is the default faceclaim for that verse, however I will still write River's third and canon regeneration in addition to Mels Zucker. ACTIVITY - I work full time and when I'm not doing that, I'm a community organiser so my activity here will be sparse and inconsistent. If you can handle that then we'll get along great. ** currently on leave.

FORMATTING - I use minimal formatting with small text and 50x85 icons. If you need me to make any adjustments for accessibility sake, please let me know.

CONTENT - Typically I write multi-para but I'm fine with chat style rp as well. I love love love! adventure/mystery/sci-fi driven threads. I'm looking for long ongoing threads overall though.

CURRENT INSPO: MUSIC :Signed, sealed, delivered. Everlasting Love. Go your Own way. The loneliest time, I've been to the moon. LIT: Antony & Cleopatra , Death At Daylesford, Partners in Crime. Ode on a Grecian Urn. Endymion ART: Lady of Shallot, La Belle Dame Sans Merci, Garden of Earthly Delights. Madame X, Judith Beheading Holofernes, The Raft of the Medusa, The Sleeping Beauty MEDIA: How to steal a Million, High Society, Firefly, Timeline, Carmen Jones, The Mummy.The Crypt of Tears. VERSES - I don't typically write AU scenarios with the exception of canon alternate universes eg: Kala's Guard Universe. So far this has worked for me. If I do write a thread with a character from a fandom where time travel or aliens etc doesn't exist, then I will just play it by ear. Each verses that I do write follows several arcs, the same way the show would.

SHIPPING - River is bisexual and poly in canon. I love shipping. I'm open to it. However, I'm not a big fan of a lot of Doctor/River ships in canon. ( mainly River/10 and Releven ) That doesn't mean we can't plot something out if you do write the Doctor. Everything else is open for discussion.

FOLLOWING - Due to certain themes, I really don't feel comfortable interacting with anyone under the age of 18. I apologise if this offends anyone.

TRIGGERS: Just ask me if you need something tagged, I honestly cannot remember a hundred different things for a hundred different blogs, even if you have it in your rules it's simply impossible to do. THEMES- Please be aware that this account WILL explore some dark themes such as murder and other high crimes. However, there are definitely things that I draw the line at. I WILL NOT be interacting with anyone who chooses to write the following themes, P*edophilia, r*pe, transphobia, racism, etc. lastly, but certainly not least, if you are a Zionist don't follow me don't and don't try to interact with me in any way. Update: 15/3 sorry but this rule now includes anyone that KNOWINGLY continues to interact with people that have OUTWARDLY stated they are Zionists.

#out of character. #updated 29/03/24

[nabinthegardnn]

this kind of ending -이런 엔딩

synopsis: reliving the breakup with Yoshi through a letter and all of the memories.

tw:// su*ic*de, smoking, death

song inspo: ending scene - IU

To Yoshi.

My only defense was to write out every word you said. I'm reminded of the you I recorded in my diaries and suddenly all the prettiest words, sceneries, songs, and smells flood into my mind. I’m reminded of sunlight filtering through open windows, of moonlight spilling onto high ceilings. I’m reminded of childish peachy daydreams atop fluffy clouds, of blazing nighttime and riding the high of neon lights. Places I’ve been and things I’ve seen gradually rush into my mind to the point that I’m overwhelmed by sensation. There’s so much that you remind me of, and so much that reminds me of you.

"That tickles," he laughs as you smear bubbly cleanser on his face.

"Hold still or I'll get cleanser in your mouth," you threaten him jokingly, and he scrunches his nose at you in childish spite.

Your matching bunny headbands still hung next to the medicine cabinet where they'd always been; you didn't have the heart to move them yet.

Then there were the things you left behind. The things that WERE you, not just the you I saw you as. And memories unlock like music from my musical jewelry box, the nostalgia of it all engulfs me. Your t-shirts, the one that we bought together at the rock concert of your favorite band, smelling like heat and adrenaline, like passion and hearts set ablaze. Like youth and intensity and captivating whirlwinds of emotional wreck and repair. Your refurbished polaroid, a holding snapshots of our glorious moments, yet its strap worn-out and tarnished like us.

"What are you doing Yosh?"

He peeks his head out from behind the giant white easel. "Painting you." He answers simply, as if it's the most natural thing to do.

You rise from your spot in front of his easel and shuffle to inspect his work. Left in awe at what you see, he's drawn you frozen in time; a smiling expression displayed on your face, eyes shining with some profound emotion- love.

"Yosh! You've really outdone yourself! I look more beautiful than I've ever seen myself!"

He takes his eyes away from his painting. "No, I just painted you. Art."

That painting of you used to hang on the living room bookshelf, but you've stored it away from prying eyes in the secluded darkness of your closet- behind layers of thick winter jackets, hidden behind summer blouses and spring skirts. Sometimes you grab a jacket a bit too quickly in haste, and your shimmering eyes glance back at you with an emotion no longer called love, but longing. It's an occurrence that happens quite often, but you could never forget the way your heart stings with a certain sharpness every time.

My favorite thing to do then was to watch how starlight sparkles and shimmers in your eyes. Like two infinite pools I’m sure I could drown in. Wondrous eyes who have seen and remembered, windows into effervescent stories of eternity and forever. Your eyes tell. Of happy, exuberant moments that make me want to chase the sunset and its radiant golden, fuschia streaks-  as well as all of those sad memories that leave you sobbing on the bathroom floor. Eyes that have loved and lost, and….. have captured a reflection of me. 

You two walk hand in hand across rows of marble and flowers. It's incredibly peaceful and harmonious, and you realize why people choose here to be their final resting places. You follow him as he stops by one that you feel seems vaguely familiar, even though you had never been here in your life. Yoshi removes the wilted flowers placed in a vase, sweeping away the scattered petals and refills them with a bouquet of fresh hyacinths. You watch your boyfriend silently as he pays his respects to his late father.

After a moment, Yoshi returns to his place beside you, intertwining your hands again, this time tighter than he had ever held then in a plea of desperation. 'don't leave me.' He was trying to say. It is then your eyes flicker to meet his and you are taken aback, contrasting to his lively self, now filled with sadness, yearning, and misplaced love that had become grief for his father. You so easily mirror his pain, pulling him into a close embrace as he burst into sobs on your shoulder.

It had been a while since you lasted visited, and the first time you are here alone. You find your place in front of Yoshi's father's grave, bowing in respect silently. Flickering your eyes downward you freeze- recognizing the familiar branches of purple. You almost reach out to replace them with the flowers you had brought, but deciding otherwise after a moment’s hesitation. You set down the simple arrangement of white roses beside it instead.

‘There you go, making up lies again.’ That’s what they told me. But it's true- I cannot tell or even begin to explain in words, no written character in this world or the next could be enough to tell the things I haven’t lived. I lack wisdom and visionary eyes.  I see a kaleidoscope of swallowed moons and infinite suns and water swirling at our feet and wind running through our hair that swallows me whole. And day by day the night stretches its indigo curtain over our heads, slowly but surely dissolving into brilliant crimson daybreak.

"Come here, y/n!" He shouts to you excitedly, arms motioning you to his side amongst the fields of gold. You smile at him widely, running into his embrace instantly, finding solace within him. He catches you softly, but the force of your run knocks him off-balance, and you topple over, falling to the floor with a thud. You'd closed your eyes, anticipating the fall but the feeling of hitting ground never comes. Peeling your eyes open, you notice with burning cheeks that Yoshi was hovering over you, one hand tucked behind your head and other perched at your side. Beaming at him, you pull him closer from the nape of his neck, making your lips meet in a kiss. It was a moment you’d remember forever.

You were flipping through your diary, when a loose polaroid slips out of one of the pages. Upon closer examination; the image pulls at a deep heartstring- the streaks of gold rippling eternally behind two figures. You are looking at yourself beaming into the camera as Yoshi gazes ever so affectionately at you, and all the memories trickle back like gilded sand. So much emotion in so little time overwhelms you, so much that you begin to cry, wetting the written ink of your past with your tears until the words began to bleed.

Suddenly I'm brought back into reality but my heart still aches. I want to go back. To melting in your arms like melted lemon sherbet ice cream on the kitchen counter, to smelling your scent, to tasting your lips. To feeling like nothing mattered because you were by my side. To know that someone in this world loved me the exact same way I loved them back. I remember you so well because it’s you that I miss. Out of this giant enigma of blue planetary mass and through all of the people I have loved and lost it is you and all of the memories that matter most to me.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Yoshi said through his tears as the rain drenched through his shirt.

“Why?”

“Because I’m in love with someone else.” He’d said the real words in his heart. Yours clenches in pain, eyes blurry with moist warmth and the emotions make you drown, falling to the wet ground with a thud, abandoning the umbrella in your grip, letting it go with the current of the winds.

“Yoshinori, you’re throwing away eight years; eight YEARS of us for someone you met three months ago? Really? Is that all that I mean to you? Is that all we mean to you?” you snap at him, choking on your words through the tears that won’t stop flowing.

“I don’t feel the same anymore. I’m sorry,” and he turns, disappearing into the misty metropolis, blending into the crowds of passerby and the rhythm of the pouring rain- seeming so painfully empty in the moment. The water is drenching, soaking, drowning; heaviness like your broken heart.

You’re walking silently down the streets, lights smothered blurry by wetness, sounds muffled by the current. You breathe out a weak sigh, chills rising up your arms, the sweater around your arms not doing much to keep you warm. As the rain gets heavier, you pick up the pace hastily, mentally cursing yourself for not bringing an umbrella. You used to love the rain. The peaceful tinkle, the gentle breeze that grazes your forearms. Now the rain only brings back the washed up memories of your past. Not wanting to hurt, you rush home quickly to shut out the rhythmic beating of the painful familiarity.

Do you remember our days? Memories that slip and gather through cracks of sidewalks. The days that linger in my mind constantly but disperse quickly like fluttering butterflies. Tinkling showers of petals and morning dew, the crisp cool afternoons as we danced under the autumn moonlight, lacelike saffron foliage swept up by the wind. Drinking in your blurred face as the snow fell, sounds drowning out quiet conversations, my table lamp as our only light. You were all of my seasons and I picked you as my favorite weather. Clothes wet but hearts on fire, beating in sync as we kissed in the rain. You, all of you, are drawn in my heart. 

Sitting alone somberly on your bathroom tile floor; the moonlight casting a sapphire glow on you and illuminating the space. You pull a lighter out from your bag, stuffed in an almost empty cigarette box and flick it open. It takes a moment to warm up but it begins sparking in anticipation for destruction and utter ruin. Grabbing a random polaroid from the pile strewn before you, not an ounce of hesitation crosses your mind as you start setting its corner ablaze. Watching emotionlessly as the girl in a white dress embracing the blonde-haired boy become engulfed by the flames until all that is left is ruined film and ashes. It gives you a sense of comfort and closure, something you crave, something you have become addicted to.

On Friday night I will pack my bags and begin my escape. These days it feels like all the people in the world are in deep sleep, brushing past me in a state of dreamlike indifference and ignorance. These days I often find myself left alone in my own corner, drifting into dreamless sleep.  These days I see how all of the colors have  faded into bleak hues of gray and heathen. Then the today that has passed, I find myself the only one awake because I couldn’t let go, couldn’t move on. These days it feels that turning time trickles deeper into the darkness of night and the sunlight only escapes my windowsill farther. And I will escape, back into my very mind and rediscovering the moments and memories that were us.

You meet him for the first time since the ending in a coffee shop by the university. Spotting him from the entrance, you are quick to act nonchalant and merely survey him from the corner of your eyes. He’s different now, taller and hair dyed red but you would be lying if you said he did not look just as handsome, maybe even more than you remember. You do not notice you are staring until you notice his familiar golden orbs peering back at you with the same curiosity and nostalgia you are showing him. Embarrassed, you tear your eyes away from him, disappearing behind the lines of people and making your way out of the building- but not before your hear him call your name, the voice still echoing in your mind long after you’ve disappeared down the street.

My quiet eyes. Not nearly as captivating as yours, but still holding history, and so, so many memories of our breathtaking, miraculous love. I fell asleep tonight with the thought of our history on my mind. Perhaps I will awaken and realize that all of this is a dream, a disillusioned reality so easily washed away like letters drawn on sand. A story you and I weren’t able to finish but already washed-up and worn-out like the erasers on all those chewed-on pencils. 

It was exceptionally warm for an April night. You chose to wear your favorite white dress, the one he had said looked angelic on you. The stars twinkled so monotonously, so peacefully you wondered if that was where you were headed. Standing atop the highest rung of the bridge, there was absolutely nothing that rushed through your mind but anticipation for the peace, the salvation that was to follow. Too many people had held your heart hostage, taken it with force and left you with broken pieces. And that one final person whom you’ve given your all to- had left you just the same. You were tired, so, so tired.

Looking down there was only miles and miles of river, and you wondered what kind of ripple you could make. Looking out and there was only the skyscrapers, so enigmatic from close-up but so small in proportion. You knew this was stupid, but this was the only escape.‘I’m sorry to those who have loved me. And you, Yoshi, whom I loved most fiercely and most effervescently,’ a lone tear of relief trickles down your cheek and you smile at its warmth, wiping it away with your sleeve. It’s time.

You took in one last inhale, and jumped.

Perhaps tomorrow will be the day I forget stunning you and all the broken promises you made me. Perhaps I will awake with the same stuffy heart and lost eyes I fell asleep with. And these, the words in my heart, will all just become an ancient letter about someone that was once my everything. 

I think it all will disappear. 

love(d), y/n

#kanemoto yoshinori #treasure imagines #treasure angst #treasure x reader #treasure #treasure yoshi

[onlyhuis]

hihi im starting a writing blog for svt but im relatively new to tumblr and its mechanics and all the etiquette and things like that. also im a jun biased and im weird in the way where i don't usually have inspo for other members? if that makes sense? so like idk is there anything i need to know or is it relatively acceptable to mostly only write for one or two members?

also sidenote but i really love some of your writings ahaha match of the season is my favourite :D thank you so much if you ever reply!

no that totally makes sense! i would say most authors on here will write for ot13 but they definitely write more for their bias than any other member. i feel the same way, for me it's easier to write for jun than for other members (and also i love him lol) so my writing ends up being like 90% jun and 10% other members. which is completely fine! at the end of the day it's your blog and your writing, and you should write for whoever you feel comfortable writing for and whoever gives you the most motivation. there are hundreds of writers on this site so if one writer only writes for a couple of members, it doesn't mean the other members won't get written :) nobody says you're required to write certain things or for certain members!

if you intentionally leave out one member but write for all the rest (i've seen writers who write ot12 and exclude jun because they aren't attracted to him), you might get some side eyes but again that is your choice. i personally wouldn't say a hard no to any members and i'll give them all my best shot, but that's my blog, and your blog is up to you.

as for things you'd need to know, i'd say the number one thing is interact with people! the best way to get interaction on your own work is to reblog and comment on other fics. as i'm sure you've heard me say before, reblogs are the most important feature on this site! it basically boils down to, treat others how you would want to be treated by reblogging their works and leaving feedback, even if it's just a simple "i really loved this!!!". it makes you stand out in our notifs and if you're also a writer it might even get you a new mutual.

other tips off the top of my head:

have a masterlist post (helps people find all your fics in one place) and have a guidelines post (makes it clear what you're comfy with)

DO NOT PLAGIARIZE AND DO NOT STEAL ANYONE ELSE'S WRITING (this one is in caps bc super super important!!! you can take ideas or inspiration from someone else but you cannot take their words or their writing. you'd think this one would be obvious but plagiarism happens a lot more than you'd think)

if you're inspired by someone else, tag them in your fic! it shows respect to the original author, and you should tag them whether it was from a fic you read or if they helped you brainstorm ideas. it doesn't have to be a super long thing, just a little "inspired by @onlyhuis's fic!!" is more than enough, but it goes a long way :)

like i said, you can write for whoever you want, whenever you want! when ppl start interacting you it's gonna be stressful because you want to make them happy and put out new fics often, but just remember that it's your blog and you get the final say on everything. don't put pressure on yourself to write constantly because you will get burned out and i promise it will not be fun!

if people send things that make you uncomfy, don't be afraid to delete (or block) them. it's your blog and your boundaries so don't feel guilty for standing up for yourself. also, ignore answer hate asks because they're just looking for attention so don't give it to them

trigger things properly! this is the little section before the fic that says "warnings". don't censor any words (using punctuation like bl00d or d3ath instead of typing blood or death) because it defeats the purpose of ppl who have those keywords filtered, so type out the whole word uncensored. this is a courtesy for people so they can choose to avoid content that may be harmful to them. (this also counts towards visual works, a lot of ppl use tags like "tw flashing" on gifsets)

speaking of tags, when you post be sure to put tags on it! it's the section at the bottom of your post with all the #'s. if you click on any of my fics you can see that i use tags like "jun smut", "seventeen scenarios", etc. these tags help people find what they want to read (but only tag relevant things; don't put "mingyu smut" on a jeonghan fic unless mingyu is actually in the fic). if you aren't sure which tags to use or how to format things, feel free to look at other fics for examples. if you read a lot of fics you might see there's a pretty standard way of doing it

the tags i use like "june.txt" and "june writes" are organizational tags. when you click on, for example, my "june writes" tag, the results are only my fics that have that tag. it basically organizes things into categories (which imo is the best part of tumblr) and it makes it easier to find different types of posts. it also allows people to filter those tags so posts with that tag don't show up (for example, i require minors on my blog to block the tag "minors dni" so that nothing nsfw is shown to them)

again like i said, don't be shy! make friends, join networks, send asks to people, reblog fics, etc etc. interacting with others is the #1 way to make writer friends :)

just a general tumblr tip: no one can see how many followers you have except you, so don't try to make it a competition of who has the most. it's what makes tumblr different from tw*tter and insta and it makes the social media experience a lot more casual because there's no influencers here. it's like a diary where you scream into the void and sometimes ppl scream back. a lot of writers do milestone events (i recently had one for hitting 1k followers) but you aren't required to do those either

if you have any questions about tags, filtering keywords, and other tumblr stuff like that, don't be afraid to ask! any tumblr veteran is more than willing to help break down our weird system to new bloggers

be proud of your work! even if it doesn't get many notes or feedback it doesn't mean you're a bad writer. writing should be fun and something you can enjoy doing, so don't make it seem like a chore by focusing too hard on numbers

i can't think of any more but here's my tag for important posts & info for new tumblrs users that you can look thru for more! i hope this helps :) and when you start your blog send me another ask!! i would love to be your first follower <3

#[💌] — asks #for example there are a lot of gyu/wonu/cheol biased writers so there ends up being a lot more of those fics than for say jun or seungkwan #so i dont feel too bad about not writing them as much bc i know theres already plenty of fics out there for them #and also im so happy you like my writing!! asks like these are something any author would be delighted to receive #it means a lot more than you know <33 #🍜 anon

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Ted Lasso for the fandom asks ❤️

the character i least understand: ooh this is a hard one!! i genuinely feel that most of the characters are so fleshed out and fascinating that i can understand them to some extent. maybe i'll have to go with james tartt sr. bc i have no interest in attempting to understand him.

interactions i enjoyed the most: soooo many!! keeley and rebecca is a perennial fave bc i see so much of my real-life friendships in theirs, and then of course jamie and roy is a genuine delight whether i choose to interpret them platonically or romantically. specific interactions i loved were ted's "be a goldfish" advice to sam, the whole team fixing sam's restaurant, any background jamie & sam moment, the jamie teaching roy to ride a bike scene, the Boot Room Breakdown, and any Team Himbo moment. also jamie and his mum (& simon!) is, probably, one of the unexpected absolute HIGHLIGHTS of season 3. give me more of them now.

the character who scares me the most: james tartt sr. i don't think this needs to be explained. rupert doesn't really scare me, but the general type of person that his character is based on, and how often those people in real life are allowed to get away with the behaviors he exhibits in the show, certainly does.

the character who is mostly like me: oh gosh! this is a tricky one. i think i have a bit of various characters in me -- i am very much like ted in that i use humor/positivity as a shield against, um. worse emotions. i also deeply relate to keeley in regards to her specific brand of agency; she's powerful yet silly and that's so important to me bc that IS me. and then sam, my beloved. i see a lot of my own general outlook on life in him, and i also get him so hard in the scenes where he doesn't handle his emotions too well and just. breaks down. soooo relatable ! (ditto for jamie's boot room breakdown).

hottest looks character: is this a contest? if so, keeley and jamie are WINNING. the competition does not even EXIST.

one thing i dislike about my fave character: jamie my love, the you of s1 will forever and always be a twat. i adore that boy but good god, his early behavior was horrible, particularly towards sam. insert lookhowfartheyvecome.png.

one thing i like about my hated character: technically my most hated character is james tartt sr. but i have nothing good to say about him so. rupert: your darth vader pinterest inspo board will always be fascinating to me.

a quote or scene that haunts me: "jesus. must've been traumatizing." "no, she loved it. oh, for me -- sorry, me, you mean. no. i don't know. i don't remember." // the wembley locker room scene // "thank you. and fuck you." // "you're not lost, my sexy little baby. you just aren't sure what direction you're going in. yet."

a death that left me indifferent: thankfully this is not that kind of show! i guess rebecca's dad's death didn't really affect me bc we didn't ever know him -- but god, rebecca herself destroyed me in that ep.

a character i wish died but didn’t: james tartt sr. i maintain that it would have been fascinating if jamie had received news his dad had died just before they played man city, kicking off his mental spiral bc do i have to plan a funeral for him? does he deserve that? do i deserve that? and essentially grappling with the fact that he isn't sure exactly what he should feel in regards to his father's death. ofc this would have ended with a rejection of the 'forgive him <3' mentality and allowed jamie to fully and truly just. let go of his dad. forever. without guilt. (@ ted lasso writers room: LET ME IN!!! LET ME INNNNN!!!!!!)

my ship that never sailed: honestly? i know this fandom is very tied to its ships, and i get that -- i was truly rooting for keeley and roy to get back together, and i can see the appeal of royjamie or royjamiekeeley. HOWEVER. i am, in the end, grateful that the show prioritized its platonic relationships over its romantic ones. for me, platonic friendships/queerplatonic relationships are never given the attention or respect they deserve and i adore them. they're so much more fascinating to me! i appreciate that the show left most of its romantic/potentially romantic relationships ambiguously defined bc it gives us, as fans, the ability to interpret the characters and their dynamics how we choose.

thank you for the ask! 💗💗💗

#ask meme #ask #yelena-bellova #ted lasso #can u tell i think a lot abt this show. lol.

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Prompt List

incase you want a little inspo...

Dialogue

“For fuck’s sake, guys! We’re NOT dating”

“You’re still the same person I fell in love with″

“Why would you prank me with something like that?!””

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m really turned on by that”

“You knew how important this was for me!”

“What did you do?”

“Oh shut the fuck up”

“Forget it, you’re not even worth it”

“Say that one more time and you’re done”

“Why? Why did you leave?”

“How could you hide something like that from me!”

“Now you wanna talk? Well fuck you”

“Just one drink”

“Hello? We’re in the middle of something”

“Oh how cute! You actually think I give a fuck”

“This means nothing”

“Don’t do it, please”

“This is so stupid” “and yet, you’re still here”

“So this was all a lie?”

“Hold up, you what?”

“I can do whatever I want, we’re not dating, remember?”

“You moved on, so did I”

“I can’t keep doing this

“Just be honest with me!”

“I’m not gonna sit pretty and wait until they break your heart”

“Just one more night, please baby”

“I wanna go home”

“Keep talking all you want but you can’t deny that you want me as much as I want you”

“You broke my nose!”

“You’re not an angel either, angel”

“Let’s face it! I’m just one of your many booty calls!”

“You’re nothing like them

“Why are you helping me?”

“You have to leave right now”

“You’re in love with her/him/them”

“You’re never letting that go, are you?”

“Love is overrated”

“I’ve missed this”

“How long has it been since you’ve slept?

“It’s too cold! Come back!”

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

“To be honest, I’m choosing not to listen”

“Don’t look at me. I’m a mess”

“I like you a lot. I just thought you should know”

“Can I tell you a secret? I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I’m scared. What if someone finds out about us?”

Tthe last person who should be behind a wheel is you.”

“I don’t want to discuss my sexuality with you.”

“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.”

“It’s okay. I understand. You can leave. They all do.”

“I love you.” “Why?”

“I remember practising how to ask you out in the mirror”

“I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.

“You don’t mean that”

“Will you marry me?”

“They said what to you?? I’ll kill ‘em”

“I’ll pick up the check,” “we have a joint bank account?” “you’re welcome”

“say it again”

“I still remember the way you taste”

“are you really taking his side right now?”

“I’m not going to get sick baby, just let me hold you,”

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you!”

“I need a place to stay”

“Shut up and just kiss me already”

“Are you kidding me right now?”

“She/He/They’re a keeper”

“Don’t listen to them, okay?”

“Please don’t leave me”

“How could you?”

“Are you cold?”

“Are you checking me out?”

“Eyes up here pal”

“You’re beautiful”

“I can’t help it”

“I’m gonna hit ‘em with my car”

“Don’t follow me”

“You’re killing me”

“Let me go”

“Kiss it better?”

“Don’t shut me out”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Warm me up?”

“If you don’t stop, we’re gonna have a problem”

“Okay this is ridiculous”

“Dance with me, darling?”

“Can you even drive?”

“Your lips are soft”

“Are you high?”

"Why did you buy that?!"

Scenario/Tropes

Friends to Lovers

Enemies to Lovers

NSFW Alphabet

Only One Bed

Mutual Pining

You’re the sibling of their Best Friend

Near-Death Scenario

Established Relationship

Firsts (kiss, sex, argument)

Games (spin the bottle, would you rather etc.)

How you Met

Drunken Confessions / Accidental Confessions

Fake Relationship

Types of Sex (car, phone, public etc.)

Soulmate!AU

Modern!AU

Historical!AU

Love Triangle

Miscommunication

Pregnancy

aaand, of course you can make up something of your own!

happy writing, and happy reading!

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#5

OSIRIS’ TRIALS

Rating: E for Explicit, M for Mature Art belongs to ARTdemariel on Twitter

He was many things. An artist. A black-belt. Gunslinger. Snob. But more than any of those things, a jack of many, many different trades.

Dakarai Zoheir is an enigma that lies in the shadows. His business is more than just death, however. It's art. When a mysterious client contacts him and offers him the chance to kill the billionaire Renenetmos Nimr, it doesn't take long for him to accept. But this job isn't like any other.

Renenetmos is no average man. Nor is he an average billionaire. He's something far beyond Dakarai's imaginations and nightmares.

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#3

hate hate HATE the idea of sex scenes being superfluous and unimportant.

Sex scenes can:

Be for titillation (yes this is ok!)

Be a plot point

Show intimacy between 2+ characters

Be used as part of a character study

Be any other reason you can think of

Just because you don’t like sex scenes doesn’t mean they aren’t there for a reason (even just for titillation).

Sex scenes do not make a work less literary or automatically genre fiction. They do not make a work have “less meaning” automatically either.

Let people write what they want to write in peace.

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#2

I've been obsessed about monsters with a gargoyle type of anatomy. With beautiful large wings and they twitch and flutter during pleasure

100% yes to wings. I know you said gargoyle like anatomy but like... if you think about it, gargoyles are pretty romantic (or maybe i’m weird idk) Also does anyone else remember that TV show Gargoyles from Disney?? I can blame half the reasons why I'm like this on kids shows ngl

Also idk if you were expecting wing kink but here we go~ 

Gargoyles

 Rating: T Tags: Wing play, sensuality, lore building

Gargoyles may look intimidating, but in reality such is not the case. They are protectors of the home, old warriors, and vigilant beasts who stalk the night.

During the day, their skin hardens to rock as the sunlight graces their powerful shoulders, where wings sprout from their back. The deep slumber is required to maintain their nightly activities and energy.

But as the sun falls from the sky, and night reigns the firmament, they come alive as moonlight washes across their forms. Their bodies rise, their flesh cracking from the daily disuse. As they shed their daytime sleepiness, the battle beings.

Gargoyles are fiercely loyal creatures. They have an innate sense of intuition and the uncanny ability to read the intentions of others. Those who wish to undue harm upon the home best beware. A gargoyle’s tough hide keeps them protected from both magic and blade. Their stone flesh hinders metal strikes. Powerful magic glances off their sculpted physique, leaving naught a mark behind.

A home is not just a place, however. Home can be found in others as well. And if a gargoyle chooses you as a home, they will spend all of their immortal life protecting your form. Even after death, it is not uncommon to see a gargoyle hunched over a grave, protecting their person, their livelihood, their hearth, until the end of time. Even after bones become dust.

Many see these creatures as terrifying. And in the midst of battle to protect those who they deem important, it is understandable. Gargoyles need no magic. Nor do they need weapons other than their powerful wings, tough claws, and fangs.

A gargoyles’ wings are yet another powerful tool of their disposal. As gargoyles are heavy, stone-like creatures, their wings need to be equally powerful and large to lift their bodies into the air. A gargoyle does not have organs as humans do, as they are made of stone. And although their skin is tough and impervious to most things, their insides are hollow and full of their own inner magic.

It is a myth that gargoyles cannot feel touch. They can sense the warmth of a coming dawn, the cool breeze of night, and those who dust tender fingers across their spine. As most gargoyles usually only feel the lacerations of battle, a more delicate touch is usually quite foreign to most. 

Although made of stone, all gargoyles have softer spots of their body, akin to pressure points in that of a human. This is especially true around the base of their wings. The base of the wing is the most delicate part of a gargoyle and most avoid allowing enemies to get purchase or even others to touch them. 

But, for someone who has befriended a gargoyle, and who has gained a gargoyle’s full trust, touching the wings is a rare gift. 

When touching the base of their powerful wings, the stone is more brittle. Softer. Almost like limestone. It is often cold due to outside temperatures. The gentle dusting of a few fingers will often lead to a small, full-body shudder. The wings, usually still, lower and open wider, allowing further access to those the gargoyle trusts. A slightly stronger press, akin to the kneading of a cat, lends to further reactions. When the uncertainty and strangeness subsides, a new desire burns. 

Gargoyles often show their emotions with their tail. While a quickly lashing tail may denote rage, flicks of the tip often point towards pleasure. 

Some gargoyles have more sensitivities in the wings than others. For those who are extra sensitive, all it takes is a long stroke down the forelimb of the wing, from the joint of the spine toward the first finger of the wing, to induce utter wanton. A gargoyle may open their wings full to the sensation, bowing their head down and curling their limbs beneath their rock-hard bodies in a show of absolute trust and adoration. 

Most who gaze upon the gargoyle do not see a creature of elegance and resignation. But those who can are graced with a sight like no other. Wings powerful enough to snap metal tremble beneath soft, fleshy fingers. The guttural moans of a gargoyle sound similar to that of crumbling stone. Their glowing, pupil-less eyes somehow roll to the back of their skull from the bliss of such machinations. 

For the truly lucky and adored, such attention and care may lead to a gargoyle wrapping their powerful, stone wings around you. Although their flesh may be rough, their touch and passion are not. 

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Drabble Interest Check #1

So just a quick recap, refer to my previous post for a more in depth explanation- I wanna start sharing some drabbles I write more off of a whim, when idea’s hit me really suddenly, and I just start writing them down, and they never turn into much afterwards.  But, I thought if I shared them with you guy’s, maybe they’d prompt some inspo to request more, to turn them into full fics, with a full story- as most of my drabbles spawn from me thinking of one specific scenario, and building off of it a bit until I get to a drabble length- or more, as this one is nearly 2K lol don’t ask me how, I was super into it as I was writing.  Or urge me to try and and add a real start and finish to them, so put out as full fic’s myself. I also think these drabbles will give you a guys a better idea of what I like to write, what I'm willing to write, and what I'm open to writing. As my drabbles usually hit more angst and nsfw/kink notes. ‘Problematic’ or otherwise. I’ll add some notes to the end of the fic to give an idea of what I had in mind with this drabble, and go more in depth on that. But here it is, I'm actually very proud of this one, and hope to figure out how to finish it at some point.  Established Enji Todoroki X Male!Reader Additionally: Natsuo Todoroki x Male!Reader angst, unrequited love (or is it? ;3))

Shuffling into the kitchen, you grimaced as the carpet turned to cold, hard tile below your feet- wrapping your arms around yourself as you did your best to stay quiet, rummaging around the Todoroki kitchen for some snacks. You’d woken up restless, your stomach growling, and after prying yourself from underneath Enji’s death grip, you’d worked up quite the appetite. The soft sizzle of pork on the stove could be heard soon enough. Not too loud, but that, alongside the soft beeping of the rice cooker, and the delicious scent of your cooking wafting across the lower levels of the house, are what woke Natsuo from a fitful sleep. Rubbing both of his eyes with his fists, Natsuo yawned. Brow lifted in question as he sniffed the air, and checked the clock. Who the hell was cooking at two in the morning?

 Legs swinging off the bed, he stuffed his feet in his house shoes, and set off towards the kitchen. Yawning as he went, lifting up his shirt briefly to rub at his stomach, as he came to a stop in the kitchen doorway. The scents pouring out of it pulling a soft moan from his lips, his stomach twisting with want.

Though not just for food anymore. Not when he saw you moving swiftly around the kitchen, like you’d cooked there your whole life. Trying to be silent, but humming under your breath quietly. Clad in nothing but a pair of sleep shorts...and one of Natsuo’s fathers much larger shirts. The younger Todoroki resisted the urge to roll his eyes, ignoring the steering jealousy that raged within him, in favor of whistling lowly, catching your eye, and offering you a shake of his head, and a soft smile as he moved around the island, towards you. You had enough sense to at least look apologetic, though Natsuo quickly shrugged it off, coming around to inspect your cooking briefly, before allowing himself to be dragged into a hug by you. Something he could vaguely recall being off put by, the first time his father had introduced you to them all. Your affection. Your ability to be so close in so little time. Trusting, caring, sweet, kind. Intimate touch of any kind was something Natsuo had rejected all his life- well, when he could start rejecting it- as his own advances for comfort and touch as a child had been snuffed out quickly. Point being, it had taken him a while for him to come around to you being so...hands on, with him. Seeing you be so hands on with his siblings. It settled something, deep within himself, he hadn’t wanted to acknowledge even existed, but it helped. It helped a lot. Though now, Natsuo rationed quietly in his own mind...now maybe he took things too far. His hands slung around your waist, your arms around Natsuo’s neck- hands in his soft, white hair, face in the boy's neck, where it would usually be pressed to Enji’s chest. You and Natsuo were almost the same height, though Natsuo had you beat on mass- taking after his father already, broad shouldered: muscular. Handsome. He was going to be a fine young man some day...he already was, really. An uncomfortable flip of your stomach followed as Natsuo nuzzled into your neck- and you were quick to pull back slowly after, patting the boys chest with a smile, looking up at him through your lashes briefly, before turning to the stove to flip the cuts of pork in the pan. “Are you hungry?” You whispered, almost conspiratorially, grinning as Natsuo blushed, laughing under his breath, before nodding. “Good. Grab two bowls, it’s almost finished.” You both ate in relative silence, only your contented sighs, and Natsuo’s soft affirmations of how good the food was. As always. You even had Fuyumi beat when it came to certain dishes. Though he’d never tell his sister that. When the food was gone, and all that were left were empty plates, you lead Natsuo back to the large family room, adjacent to the kitchen, both of you taking seats on either side of the love seat/ feet tangled together under a blanket you threw over you both, before dissolving into random, half asleep conversation. Stomachs full, bodies warm, and pliable. Your eyes closed as you recalled something from your childhood- natsuo suddenly wide awake, as his eyes drifted down over your neck, counting your freckles, and blushing as His fathers shirt rode down far enough to see some of your chest hair, and the definition between your pecs. God you were handsome, Natsuo thought, consumed with the need to lean over and press his face info your chest. Rip his fathers shirt off of you, and swaddle you in one of his collegiate sweatshirts instead. It would keep you warm so much better. Plus, Natsuo thought suddenly, heatedly: you’d just look good in something of his. The icy blue of Natsuo’s color palette reflected in your eyes. God... “Natsuo?” You called across to him, snapping the younger man out of his daydreaming- a deep crimson flushing down over his pale cheeks, as the younger Todoroki averted his gaze, and rubbed at his neck. “Sorry, I just...I got...I was somewhere else, for a moment. I apologize.” Natsuo finally stuttered out gruffly, staring off at the corner of the wall, trying to calm his thoughts. But they were swarming now, insistent, /fiery/, burning up his chest, and his mind. “It’s alright, I-“ “why-“ Natsuo caught himself, biting his tongue as he cut you off, feeling embarrassed. You paused, smiling and shaking your head as you motioned for the man to continue. 

“....why are you with my father?” Natsuo finally asked. Voice soft, hesitant. But firm enough that it was clear he was demanding an answer this time. Because he’d asked this very same question just weeks after first meeting you. When you’d fixed the young man with a knowing gaze, rested a hand on his chest, and simply said “because I like him”. Natsuo couldn’t fathom anyone so much as tolerating his father, let alone liking him. So it was a bit jarring, to say the least. “Do we really have to go over this again?” Ah, Natsuo thought. So you remembered that too. “My father could live a thousand lives atoning for what he’s done, and it would never be enough to deserve someone like you,” Natsuo said, voice heavier now, a little louder, breaking the quiet space you’d created there on the sofa together. Gaze directly on you now. Your eyes. Your gorgeous eyes that looked at his father with such admiration, that it made Natsuo ill sometimes to bear witness to it. “You are not the sole keeper of your fathers misgivings, Natsuo. He hasn’t just hurt you. Whether you choose to see and actively acknowledge the man he’s trying to become, is on you, and I won’t force your hand or try and tell you how you should feel. But don’t question my love for your father, because it’s just that: mine.” You matched the young man's tone, voice even, and soft, yet affirmative- leaving no room for argument. Though Natsuo seemed to want to test that. “So you love the old man then, huh? You really love him?” Natsuo urged, sitting up suddenly, much closer now as you stared. “Not that it is any of your business, but yes, Natsuo, yes. I’m in love with your father, and I see myself living a long and happy life with him. Getting married, settling down, having-“ “having what? Kids?!” Natsuo questioned, eyes wide as he stared at you. You paused, wondering if this was a conversation you should be having with Enji at your side. Natsuo was sweet, and soft spoken- when it was with anyone who wasn’t his father, that is, since that usually resulted in a shouting match between the two. Now though, he was feeling combative apparently- questioning your decisions, which you didn’t appreciate in the slightest. “Please tell me you’re not stupid enough to want to have /children/ with that man?” Natsuo urged, half desperate, half pleading, as he sat up on his knees, nearly towering over you now as you looked down on you. “Watch. Your. Tone.” You warned him, sitting up so you were on even level again, noses nearly brushing as you did so. “Your father may put up with your snippy, accusatory remarks because he thinks allowing you to walk over him will somehow bring you two closer together, but I sure as fuck won’t.” Your cursing nearly made Natsuo flinch out of pure guilt, but he stood his ground. “You’re fooling yourself if you think he’d be any different with your kids. Look at how we turned out! Is that what you want for your own children? A childhood of solicitude and abuse, to feel unwanted, and uncared for? To wonder every night when they go to bed why their father doesn’t love them?! Is that what you want!” Natsuo was shouting now, panic rising in his throat, and you suddenly felt wholly unprepared for this conversation. “I’ll be damned if I allow that sorry excuse of a man and a father, to think about bringing up new children. Robbing you of your chance to have a real partner by your side. Someone to help you care for, and love your children. You...you deserve so much better than him, I don’t understand.” Natsuo was holding back tears now, chest heaving as he breathed, and you couldn’t take it. Gathering him up in your arms, you brought the man in for a tight hug. Cradling him in, and rubbing his back as he began to cry, mumbling nonsense into your neck as you just held him, and closed your eyes, willing back your own tears as you bared witness to something for the first time: the result of Enji’s fathering. Or, your brain offered up weakly: the lack thereof. Even more so...his abuse. Here you were, experiencing the aftermath first hand, and it made your heart hurt so deeply, and your mind race. You wanted to beat the shit out of Enji for doing this to Natsuo, but what could be done about it now? Enji was trying, he was trying so hard every day. But Natsuo was clinging to his hate, and his anger, and his fears, and who were you to tell him he should let them go? At least this way, you rationalized, you could be there for him when they became too much. “I didn’t mean to upset you. Im sorry,” you whispered into his hair, raking your fingers through it as Natsuo shuddered through another sob, and shook his head in your chest. “I'm so sorry, Natsuo. I’m so, so sorry.” He mumbled something then, body tense, refusing to be pulled back to see your face, even as you tried. “What?” You asked quietly, tilting your head to hear him better. “Do you love /us/?” ‘Me’. Do you love me he’d asked first, you realized, and your heart beat sped up as you did your best to squeeze Natsuo impossibly tighter- head in his hair as you nodded. “I love you all so much. Fuyumi, Shoto. I have love for your mother, and for Toya. And I love you, Natsuo, I love you so much. I’m honored to be able to call you my family now. I do love you,” you reassured him, shushing him quietly through a new set of sobs, before tensing when Natsuo suddenly sat up, hot breath and humid, tear stains cheeks ghosting across your face as icy grey eyes met yours. He was nearly panting with the effort to stop his crying, clearly looking for something as he stared at you, before he was leaning forward and smashing your lips together in a heated, desperate kiss.

thus concludes the drabble, now on to the end notes lol

So yeah, that’s it lol, lemme know what you guys think? The plan for this originally was to have some sort of double todoroki x male!reader endgame, where he’d end up with both Enji and Natsuo, by some means. Though not without a fair bit more angst thrown in. Arguments, fighting, etc etc. But I did wanna have them all three be endgame someway or another.  Which, yes, would include incest. Whether direct or indirect, cuz one could make the argument they’re sort of just dating the same person, which is also fine- cuz it’s adorable to me, but they’d all be fucking at some point, even if most of the attention is solely on the male reader, it would happen. That’s part of the big reason I wanna do this drabble interest checks, because they give you a glimpse into my problematic mind, and you can decide for yourselves if you wanna stick around and be a part of it, or leave.  Not to say poly relationships are problematic in the slightest, of course- I adore poly ships, and hope to write some in the future- but incest? Boy howdy.  But I love it sksksk >;3  So lemme know what you guy’s think of this fic! If you want to see it continued, if so, how so?  Feel free to ask me anon or otherwise about kink and dynamics, sfw or nsfw, if you’d like too. I’m gonna make an updated kink list with kinks I will be writing about eventually, so you can decide to stick around and see them, or show yourself out so they don’t bother you. My space is mine, so I will not be responding to, or entertaining people who want to be upset about them, or disagree with my tastes. It’ll get you nowhere, telling you right now.  But yeah. Lemme know guys. <3 Vixen

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