#got me feeling warm but emotional 🥲

[thehighladywrites]

need you so bad baby, please...

⋆⭒˚｡‎♡‧₊˚ PAIRING: Azriel x fem!reader, wc: 2,9k , Inner circle mentioned

⋆⭒˚｡‎♡‧₊˚ SUMMARY: brattaming, mentions of pregnancy, breeding, fingering, creampies, praise, daddy kink, a hint of degradation, mentions of ovulation, oral ( f. receiving ), edging, admiring Azriel ( me fr ), just some nasty smut and some fluff thrown in there 😈

⋆⭒˚｡‎♡‧₊˚ AUTHOR'S NOTE: i was so hesitant to post this, omg, is this a cry for help? i’ll just go sit in the corner and cry🥲

Sweet, heavenly mother.

He was looking absolutely delectable. Fuck, it was kind off pissing you off. Like, who looks that good whilst sleeping.

You had woken up all warm with an ache between your thighs, knowing, if you took of your panties, there would be a big, fat, damp stain there. You turned your head to the side, as you admired your handsome, beautiful mate. Whenever Azriel was asleep, his beauty took on a serene and peaceful quality. His features, often intense and striking while awake, appeared softer and more relaxed. His dark hair was slightly tousled and hung over his eyes. His long, dark eyelashes rested gently on his cheeks. Even in slumber, his overall ability to look that attractive and stunning was wild.

You carefully inched closer to him, pondering over how grateful and content you were that he trusted you enough to sleep next to you without having his guard up. Azriel had previously voiced that he had never trusted anyone enough to truly sleep next to them completely relaxed. He was always alert in some way.

But never with you. Never his love, his mate, his heart.

The thought itself was enough to make your eyes burn slightly with a wave of fresh tears. Gods he trusted and loved you so much. As did you.

You were hit by this feeling, this instinct to be as close to him as possible. You slid under his blanket and put your head on his pillow, being so close to him that you were sharing the same breath.

You lifted your fingers to trail his cheekbones, jaw, lips, nose.

Gods, this male. Your love. Your mate. Your heart.

“ You’re staring at me, angel.” Of course he’d be aware, despite his eyes being closed. The corners of his mouth lifted as he slowly opened his eyes, gazing right back at you with heavenly hazel eyes.

“ I’m not staring, love. I’m simply admiring the view.” You smiled back at him as you lifted the covers ever so slightly, allowing you enough room to sit on his hard abs. He immediately brought his warm hands to the backs of your thighs, running his rough fingers over the soft skin as he supported your weight . You rested your hands on his bare chest as you leaned forward and gave him a kiss on his lips. You angled your head to further deepen the kiss, nails digging into his chest as his hands moved up to your hips, giving them a slight squeeze.

You wanted more. You needed more.

You found it impossible to ignore the desire for your husband's intimate caresses, wanting hungrier kisses and firmer grips. Being turned on by your mate was a common feeling, but today, your attraction to him felt stronger than ever. It's as if...

You felt your body temperature rise as that syrupy feeling between your thighs had come back, making you realize what was going on.

The emotional rollercoaster. Doorknob snagged your shirt? Annoyed. Makeup malfunction? Furious. Favorite shirt in the laundry? Pure rage. The neediness and urge to be close to your mate?

You were ovulating.

Of course you were. Fae ovulations were no joke. They lasted longer than human ones and were twice as effective. The last time, Azriel nearly successfully got you pregnant. Not that you were complaining, you really wanted kids with Azriel, as you and him were the only ones without any babes yet.

“Sweetheart, are you alright?” You hadn’t noticed that you had moved away from him. If his deep, timber voice hadn’t already been driving you insane, then his touch would have, the action sending your heart skipping. Azriel’s hands gripped your hips roughly before his fingers were gliding up the back of your shirt, before releaving you your clothing.

Your mate stared tracing soothing circles along your bare skin when he noticed you looking more fidgety than usual. You shyly looked away from his intense gaze, adding a layer of timidity. You turned your eyes back to his when he gave your hips a subtle squeeze. A hint of concern flickered in his eyes when you hesitated before responding to him.

“ Az, I- uhm I'm ovulating. I’m fine but I wanted to let you know.” You were both honest about everything, but you were kind of nervous telling him. You had discussed having your own kids one day, and that it was something you both wanted eventually. But now, you wanted nothing more than for your mate to pump you full of cum until his seed was spilling out of you.

He gave you a panty-dropping smirk, dark gaze causing you to falter slightly as you wondered if he could hear your dirty thoughts, his eyes telling you he wanted nothing more than to devour you on the spot. “I know. You’re rubbing all over me, love.” You hadn’t realized that you were subconsciously grinding against him, too lost in your admiration of his attentiveness.

But you didn’t stop grinding against him as you smirked and leaned forward again, licking a stripe from his collarbone up to his jaw. He let out a groan as his hand tightened on your hips, the sound of his pleasure sending a jolt of electricity down your spine.

“ M’gonna need you to fuck me now, Az.” The words dripping with neediness were borderline pornopgraphic, ripped a dark chuckle from within his chest.

Shit.

You knew you forgot to ask nicely but before you could add a ‘please’ , Azriel already beat you to it.

“Yeah? You just demand something and I’m supposed to just give it to you? No please or thank you?” You let out a whine knowing that he’d drag this out until you were begging before him. If there was one thing Azriel couldn't stand, it was bratty behaviour and no manners, especially from you. He had made sure several times to correct you over the years. It seems that he’d have to correct you again. What a shame.

He looked at you unimpressed with a faint smirk that sent shivers down your spine.

“ You think whining like a child will help? That’s not how I’ve taught you to ask for things. C’mon sweet girl, use your words. Ask properly.”

You looked up at him as you dropped your slight pout, knowing it wouldn’t help, as you gave your most heartfelt apology and asked as nicely as you possibly could.

Let’s face it, you were ass-kissing at this point but who cares? You wouldn’t dare risk Azriel withholding any of your pleasure, especially not tonight. The mere thought of him leaving you unfinished almost brought you to tears. “M’sorry daddy, but I really, really love it when you touch me. Could I please have some more?” He looked at you for a moment, face unreadable and nodded, “Lean back.”

You were honestly shocked that pathetic excuse of an apology actually worked. Usually, he made you beg properly if you didn’t ask him nicely. Maybe he let it slide this time. Well, whatever. You didn’t have the patience to ponder over it now. Ovulation made you a million times needier, so you’d take anything he’d give you.

He palmed your breasts roughly and pinched your stiffened nipples. His hands then trailed down your stomach until he reached your hips. Your soft moans had his cock hardening instantly. You giggled and tried to pull away, shrieking when Azriel flipped you over, his body falling over yours. He kissed his way down to your stomach, and back up again, diluted eyes following the way he spread your legs, exposing your mess to him. He ran a thumb up your clit and you shivered, biting your lip so hard you thought you’d draw blood.

“What a pretty pussy”, he whispered to himself, running his thumb along your wet folds. Finally, Azriel leaned in and started to lick your throbbing clit. Arching your back, you pressed his face further into your cunt. “ A-ah fuck, daddy. You make me feel so so so good, ahh.” You felt yourself being stretched by his two fingers as they curled, hitting that delicious, spongy spot that made you feel euphoric. He pumped his fingers in and out while sucking on your clit.

You whined at the lost of contact when he suddenly pulled away, leaving you feeling hollow.

Maybe he was changing positions? Ah, yes, that must be it.

Relief flooded your veins as he came back up to eye level again. It could only mean one thing.

You were at last getting filled by his delicious cock.

The thought alone made your mouth water.

You kept biting your lips again to prevent a moan to escape. He saw you holding back and didn’t accept any of it, simply kissing and leaving you breathless as you became putty in his strong arms. “ No holding back now, baby. Let me hear you" he mumbled into your mouth kissing you as he lined his hard cock up with your entrance and pushed in his tip. You matched his groan as you felt him slowly pull out before pushing back into you.

At first his pace was slow and steady, kissing your neck and leaving little bruises all over. Only after feeling your arms tighten around his neck did he speed up a little. “ M’not made of glass. Move faster and harder. I can’t come like this otherwise.” You knew you absolutely shouldn’t talk to him like that, especially now that you were desperate. But pleasure had clearly clouded your sanity.

He raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes at you but you didn’t see it as you threw your head back in pleasure, feeling every ridge of his cock slide against your sensitive walls. Soon enough his grip was tight on your hips and he was roughly thrusting against you. His groans only making you wetter.

“ F-fuck m’gonna cum-! I need to come, daddy please!” He brought down his fingers and rubbed tight circles against your clit making you let out a wanton moan.

Soon. So soon and you’d feel euphoria.

Closing your eyes, you began to writhe against his fingers. One more stroke and you’d finally release.

He kissed your lips slowly and completely halted all his movements. He had completely ruined your pleasure. Your eyes shot open only to find him looking down at you smugly.

“D-daddy, wait, no- please, what’s going on?”

“ Gods, you’re fucking cute. Why are you confused? Did you think I missed the way you talked to me? You really thought I'd let you cum after commanding me? Seems a bit of cock is all it takes for you to get stupid, huh? Honestly, I thought I had taught you how to behave and ask for things nicely, how to use your manners properly but I guess not. That’s my fault really.”

You wanted to scream. This was not happening , not right now.

“ I won’t do it again,m’so sorry daddy. Just please let me cum, please. M’gonna be good, I swear.” He caressed your cheek lovingly making you think he’d finally give in.

But you know what they say, “hope breeds eternal misery.”

“Hm, too late for that now, sweetheart. Only good girls get to come, and you weren't being very good now, were you?”

Fucking hell. You weren’t finishing anytime soon. What the hell were you thinking, trying to command him of all people?

-------

He edged you for hours. Pushing you to the brink only to rip away sweet release at the very last second. “Huh, where did that attitude go?” Your face was covered in tears that were beginning to blur your vision as yet another orgasm ebbed away. He had driven you stupid from his touch. You put in all your efforts to properly answer his questions this time.

“Now let’s try this one more time, baby. How do you address me?”

“I will address you accordingly.”

“ What will you not do?”

“Speak with no manners, be demanding or be rude, daddy.”

“Good job, love. Now why are you being punished?”

“ Because I addressed you wrong, I was being mouthy and I wasn’t using proper manners when I asked for what I wanted, daddy.”

He leaned in and gave your neck a gentle kiss. “That’s my girl. My perfect girl. My sweet baby.”

“ May I ask a question? ” He smiled and nodded. “ Of course you can, love.���

“ Do you want to have a baby with me? ”

Azriel froze as he looked down at you. He was silently staring for so long with an unreadable expression that it made you wonder if you should've asked him at all.

“ Az- ” Azriel’s stomach flipped as he heard your question. A baby. His dreams of starting a family with you were on the verge of becoming a reality. “ Want me to make you a mommy? D’you want me to put a baby in you, huh baby?” , he confirmed and you once again nodded frantically in agreement.

He spread your legs apart before settling himself in between them. Looking down at your flushed face, Azriel gave you a reassuring smile and put his hand on your cheek. “You look so beautiful.” You gave him a bashful smile and kissed his palm. “ You look so beautiful too, daddy.” He glanced down at you, holding your heated stare while he positioned himself between your legs. Your body slightly tensed, hands grabbing handfuls of the sheets below you, as Azriel stretched you open. Your head fell back as you let out a content groan in unison.

Before he could ask if he could move, you choked out an “m'good, please daddy. It feels so good, please move.” Azriel's eyes darken a fraction as he grabbed your chin, thumb pressing into your bottom lip “Yeah? You're so fucking good for me baby.”

Whatever thinly veiled restraint was left in him shattered as you tightened around him, pleasure raging inside you.

“F-fuckk, right there. Azzie, m'gonna cum.” You gasped as he leaned down, burying his head in your tits, latching onto your left nipple as he teased the other. The headbord creaked, as his cock left you mumbling and pleading while tears of pleasure pricked at the corners of your eyes. The combination of him sucking on your breasts and the push and pull of his dick inside of you, made you dizzy. He unlatched from your nipple with half-lidded eyes, making you flush.

“ Need to see you filled up with my cum, baby. ” Your fingernails dug into his shoulders, biting your lip as you tried to contain the moan that was escaping you. Fuck, he really loved the way you clenched around him, bringing his fingers down to play with your neglected clit. You loved how vocal he was about what he wanted today, he usually wasn't.

I'm gonna give you my babes. Wanna see you nice and round, baby. Fuck, baby I'll take care of you don't worry.

The words erupted a primal need inside of you. You wanted babes with your mate, and he was willing to give you some.

He kept giving you deep strokes, rubbing tight circles on your clit as he sucked bruises on your neck. You kept moaning his name over, and over until you felt that familiar pressure build inside you. Tightening around his cock, you came while chanting his name, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure buzzed through you.

“ Ah, fuckk, this sweet cunt's milking me so fucking good. I'm gonna make you a mommy by tonight.” he chuckled, biting his lip as he saw you play with your nipple and clit. Azriel's thrusts were starting to get sloppy, indicating how close he was to the edge. Your husband kept muttering how much he needed to breed you and it made your realize just how turned on the idea made him.

So, of course, you gave him a final push.

“Let me make you a daddy. Cum inside me, please.” You encouraged him with an exhausted smile.

You felt his cum filling you up when he gave you a few final thrusts, putting his head in the crevice of your neck.

You both laid like that for a while before he carefully pulled out, making you whine a bit. His cum rushed out of you and he tsked with furrowed brows. He pushed his cum back in with two fingers. “What a waste that would've been.”

Azriel loves creampies, he'd never let one go to waste. Nothing makes him happier knowing that you're stuffed with him. His possessive side, felt satisfaction knowing that no other male would ever father your kids, making you his forever.

“You okay, baby? You did so well for me, sweet girl,” he softly mumbled, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead. When you nodded, he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom, lowering you into the already filled tub. You were on the brink of sleep when you felt him slip in behind you. Leaning your head on his chest, he brought you closer, kissing the back of your neck. “I'm so proud of you. I can't wait for you to get pregnant and start our family. I can't thank you enough for this, love. You have no idea how much I adore you.”

Another kiss. Gods, you were blushing.

“ Thank you, baby, I love you too. I'm just a bit tired, but I'll be okay. Probably won't be able to walk for a while, but at least you're here to pick me up and carry me around.” You felt his chest rumble with a comforting chuckle. “ I'll carry you anytime, baby. ”

After going for two more rounds in the tub, you were both utterly exhausted. He carried you back to bed after brushing and braiding your hair before putting you in one of his comfy, oversized shirts.

“Night night , Azzie, I love you s’much.” You whispered in affection, accompanied by a sweet kiss. Your legs entwined and your head nestled in the gentle curve of his neck. As sleep embraces, he tenderly said , “Sweet dreams, my dear. I love you too. ”

#talkswithamara #azriel #azriel x reader #acotar #acotar x reader #azriel acotar #az x reader #azriel shadowsinger #acotar fanfiction #acotar imagine #a court of thorns and roses #fanfic

[anilovie]

thinking about anakin if you’ve had a bad/hard day & coming home to him just being ur safe place to unwind & cry if you need to, & he just UGH is so warm and gentle w uuuuuu i need him

I know it’s not exactly what you asked for but my anxiety has been soooo bad lately, i needed this too 🥲💕 -- thanks for the request!!

WC: 1.8k

CW: mentions of anxiety, angst + fluff, soft ani <3

You’d been on edge for days.

You could tell when it was getting bad again – your sleep schedule was off, your eating habits askew, easily irritated, and unable to stop moving for even a second to allow yourself to think. Thinking meant your thoughts would all come slamming back into you, and nothing was worse than that. 

You were in a piss mood for multiple days in a row, the stress and anxiety getting so bad that you eventually fell into robot-mode. Everything in your life just kept piling on top of each other, from work problems, family issues, even relationship issues. You just came from a work meeting, which only seemed to add 10 tons to the plate you were already struggling to hold. These days, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Not to mention, you missed Anakin.

Your relationship was still new, and you’d been distancing yourself lately so he wouldn’t bear the brunt of your moodiness. Once you got everything handled– if you could just get a little better– that’s when you’d seek him out again.

“Y/n,” speak of the devil.

Usually, his deep voice would be met with a flurry of butterfllies in your stomach, but not today. Now, it was met with a sinking feeling.

Anakin was sitting on a bench outside the training room, fiddling with something on the hilt of his lightsaber. He had an ankle crossed over his knee, robes spilling over his shoulders, and usually you’d be delighted to see his pretty face.

You skid to a stop before him, frozen like a deer in headlights. “Anakin.”

He uncrossed his leg and leaned toward you, voice lowering so only you could hear.

“Where have you been? Feels like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

You rocked back on your heels, twisting your fingers all in a knot. “Sorry, Anakin. I've just been busy.”

“Are you okay?”

“‘M Fine.”

He’d never heard that sort of dullness in your voice before. Never seen that… exhaustion in your gaze. He could see that you were trembling, even just standing there before him, like a storm was brewing beneath your skin… but your gaze was glaringly empty. He frowned, tugging gently at your wrist. “Come with me.”

Dread dumped over you like a bucket of ice water. The last thing you wanted was to be confronted – Anakin was supposed to be your safe space. You didn’t want to taint him with any of this. Didn’t wanna ruin his perception of you, of his good, sweet, brave, strong girl. 

He pulled you into an empty battle-planning room, the lights dimmed so it was all shadowy inside. He closed the door and turned to you, concern etched into his handsome face. 

“Y/n, tell me that truth. What’s wrong?”

What’s wrong? What’s wrong?? 

Everything was wrong. Just the thought of it had wet, hot tears rushing to your eyes, the ones you promised yourself you wouldn't let appear. Before he could see, you ducked your head and covered your face with the crook of your arm, hiding from him.

You tried to swallow it down, the unexpected emotion so thick you couldn’t choke any words past. Your silence was answer enough– Anakin immediately reached out to touch you, but you shifted back an inch.

“‘M sorry,” your voice came out high-pitched and shaky, voice breaking. You were too ashamed to let him touch you. 

Quickly, your sleeves became soaked in the hot tears you tried to stuff back into your eyes. You could hear your breaths grow quicker and quicker in your ears, a squeezing sensation in your chest furthering your panic. Your head was dizzy, unable to think past the fact that you were crying in front of Anakin, and you were so ashamed about it, you couldn't stop shaking, and you couldn’t breathe–

“Hey,” Anakin called your name in a soft hush, reaching for you again. This time, you let him pull you closer, hand encircling your waist, carefully guiding you back to him. You were still hiding in your arm, scrubbing at your face and muttering “I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay,” as if to convince yourself you were.

He crouched before you, trying to be on your level so you would look at him already. When you finally let him tug your arms away, his heart ached at the sight – your eyes were all red, cheeks flushed and shining with tears. You looked exhausted, embarrassed, and… scared. 

“Talk to me,” he murmured, allowing a warm hand to cup your cheek and brush the tears away with his thumb.

You still couldn’t look him in the eye, avoiding his worried gaze as you studied the robes over his chest. You were still trembling like a leaf in the wind, muscles tensed and gut rolling as everything you’d been suppressing washed over you like a tsunami.

“I’ve just– I just–” you sniffled, twisted your hands together, another tear trailing its way down your face. “Well, y’know I get anxious sometimes…” you muttered, breaths hiccuping in your chest. 

Anakin hummed his agreement, urging you on.

“t’s just been really bad lately,” the admission felt like defeat. Pathetic, worthless defeat. Another wave of tears made your voice turn into a whimper, almost ending the sentence as a sob. But Anakin pulled you into him, tucking your head under his chin and against his chest, arms winding themselves around you.

You muffled your soft cries in his Jedi robes, clutching them in your fists to ground you. 

“I just want it to go away,” you hiccuped. “I don’t know how to make it stop.”

“Shhh, honey, ‘ts okay,” his touch was gentle against your back, rubbing up and down in soothing motions. “I’ve got you -- I've got you.”

You felt like you could cry and cry and never stop. The feeling would never go away, you would always feel like there was something chasing you, hunting you, waiting for something to go wrong, always on edge, even in your sleep.

But at least his chest was warm. And he smelled like Anakin – your Anakin – and his arms were strong around you. Nothing was going to hurt you in this room. Not while you were with him.

After a long, long while, you were finally able to pull away a bit to gulp in multiple deep breaths. Your chest didn’t feel so heavy anymore, but now you were just exhausted – mentally and physically. 

Rubbing at your sore eyes, sniffling, you mumbled, “‘M sorry, Anakin. I haven’t been avoiding you on purpose. Jus’ didn’t want you to see me like that.”

He sighed softly, shifting so that one of his knees was planted on the ground for balance. His hand traveled back to your face, smoothing the hair that got messed up back behind your ear. “You don’t have to hide from me. Ever,” his words were stern, but his voice was honey-sweet. “Especially not something like this.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he shook his head, eyes bright with intensity. “I want to help you, you know.” 

Your lip quivered, nodding in understanding.

“Look at me?” he requested, gently directing your chin down between his thumb and pointer finger. You blinked at the ground for a moment before lifting your eyes, meeting his shining blue ones, filled with concern. His face softened as soon as you looked at him, the corner of his mouth tiling up a little. “There she is.”

“Hmph,” you ducked your head again, embarrassed. You’d never cried – truly cried – in front of him before. And now that the anxiety had been flushed from your system, all that was left was the shame. 

You should be better than this, letting the emotion pierce you so deeply. Letting it get so bad. You should have had a better handle on it by now.

“Stop beating yourself up,” Anakin whispered, thumb swiping at your bottom lip to still the quivers. “You’re okay. I promise.”

You nodded again, obedient, but the more you heard the words the more they felt real. 

“You wanna talk about it?” he asked, head tilting to the side. 

You shrugged. “Just work stuff. Family stuff. I dunno… just need to stop thinking so hard about everything, I guess.”

“Hmm,” he agreed. “Anything I can help with?”

“Not really,” you whispered.

“No?” his brows drew down, a little crease forming between them. “When’s the last time you ate something?”

“Mmm… yesterday.” Your stomach had been twisting and turning for days now, too nauseous to eat much of anything. 

His frown deepened. “That was over 24 hours ago, sweetheart. When’s the last time you drank something?”

“This morning.” 

You didn’t have to look at him to know what expression he was making. Letting go of your face, he dropped his hands to pull the both of yours apart, keeping them from twisting at each other any further. He curled your fingers into your palms, holding them warm and steady in his as he said, “How about I take you back to your room and make you something good, hm? Then you can take a nap, and we can watch a movie or something later tonight. Get your mind off everything?”

You finally lifted your gaze to him willingly, hopeful yet tired. “You’re not too busy?”

“‘Course not. I’m all yours tonight, no matter what,” his thumb rubbed patterns on the back of your hand, lips tilting up in another sweet, encouraging smile. “How’s that sound?”

��I– I’d like that,” you nodded your head, voice still too soft and quiet for his liking, but at least it wasn’t shaking anymore. “What’re you gonna make?”

“Whatever you want,” he insisted, hoping his smile would rub off on you. “What about that soup I made a while back? The one I made for Obi-Wan’s birthday? You really liked that, remember?”

“Oh,” you cooed, glossy eyes brightening a bit at the memory. “Yeah. That sounds good.” 

“Okay, then I’ll make that.” He was still crouched before you, letting his eyes wander over your face for a moment more, thinking something you couldn’t decipher. Before you could ask, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your still-damp cheek.

“You’re gonna be okay. You know that, right?"

Your lashes shuttered, and strangely, the world didn’t feel so heavy anymore.

“Right. I’ll be okay.” You took a deep breath, sucking the air in and puffing it back out, breathing life into the words as they floated between you.

Before he could stand back up, you wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a gentle squeeze. “Thanks, Ani. I feel a little better now.”

You couldn’t see, but he was smiling into your shoulder. “Good,” he murmured, petting your back again. Then he pulled away and rose to his full height, grabbing your hand in his.

Neither of you cared if anyone saw as he led you out of the room, falling into step beside you as you headed home together. 

#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader fluff #anakin x reader #anakin x reader fluff #anakin #anakin fluff #anakin skywalker fic #anakin skywalker x reader fic #anakin x reader fic #fluffy anakin #anakin x reader angst #anakin skywalker angst #anakin skywalker comfort #anakin x reader comfort

[luv-sims]

၄.၃ ݁ ˖ִ ࣪₊ ⊹˚ songs that remind me of enha (hl) ˖ִ ࣪₊ 

lee heeseung, park jongseong, jake sim, park sunghoon <3

warnings ˖ִ ࣪₊ me. I am the warning. I wrote this at 2am and had major brainrot, I got very emotional, (again everything im saying is a joke) not edited.

pls don’t take this seriously, it’s very random:c

(anything I say, is not irl or true at all and is just all jokes!! also ik the cover is different from my usual ones, I got lazy and I couldn’t find anything with the hyung line 😞, enjoy 🫶🫶)

(a/n) here’s something short and stupid until I finish my next heeseung fic🤗🤗 also short little beomgyu fic coming vv soon!!

lee heeseung

sweet night , v

baby come home 2 / valentines , the neighbourhood

hidden love ost ( forever star ) - zhang yihao

^ I strongly recommend watching hidden love and adding this ost to ur playlist!! so cute :c

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

- when I think of heeseung, I get major angsty vibes like it’s genuinely a me problem. IDK WHY☹️☹️

- when I think of hee in a trope, I think a miscommunication type-thing, right person nd wrong time.

- I think it’s bc I’ve read sooooo many angsty things abt this man LIKE I LITERALLY REMEMBER A WATTPAD STORY I READ IN 2021. It was like the girl was suicid@l and hee was like “give me a month to make u wanna live” it was CRAZYYY. neways.

- BUT ALSO… *spoiler for my one of my ideas for a heeseung fic>> he gives me older brothers best friend trope vibes, like i recently rewatched the cdrama hidden love and he would be such a perfect duan jiaxu!! the vibes are there‼️

- im so sorry heeseung i luv u so so so much this isn’t personal :c </3

park jongseong

love on the brain , rihanna

my kind of woman , mac demarco

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

- AAAAAAA JAYYYYYYY

- jay gives me like home vibes. Idk if that makes sense. pls bare with me.

- I feel like he would be like rich ceo kdrama man who falls in love with his secretary type trope☠️ the ceo vibes go HARD

- like when I see him, I genuinely feel comfort.

- he reminds me of like- anything romantic in the world, it’s giving husband material, gentleman (all of them r gentlemen but jay is oozing gentleman)

- it’s like when I see jay, I just feel warm😞

- (example; holding a cup of hot chocolate on a snowy winter day) yes I gave in example. this is jay.

jake sim (be prepared)

style , ts

labyrinth , ts

call it what you want , ts

little freak , harry styles

nobody gets me , sza

i.f.l.y , bazzi

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

- lolz guess who my bias is🥲⁉️

- I warned u guys!!!

- I could genuinely talk abt this man for hours.

- my man my man my man my man my man my man my man. HE IS SOOO LOVER BOY MATERIAL LIKE I CANNOT FORM WORDS. like cmon guys yk i had to put ts on here. HE IS HUSBAND MATERIAL, BF MATERIAL, EVERYTHING MATERIAL.

- literally jake fits any trope, this man is so perfect.

- childhood best friends to lovers with jake is absolutely amazing and magical and it hits EVERY SINGLE TIME.

- he gives me childhood best friends 2 luvrs vibes bc he’s just so like… idk the word but this man is my everything.

- he is literally the lyrics, labyrinth is so him, call it what you want IS HIM, style is literally made about him⁉️little freak is what i feel about him (like the song is so good it gives u a rlly emotional feeling where u wanna sob) and nobody gets me….. yes that was personal.

(i sincerely apologize for this mess, I couldn’t hold myself back☹️)

park sunghoon

ocean eyes , billie eilish

cars outside , james arthur

line without a hook , ricky montgomery

consume , chase atlantic

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

- sunghoon…😞

- he reminds me of a first love.

- he just gives me such sentimental bittersweet vibes when it comes to this stuff.

- im struggling to find words rn bc suddenly im emotional thinking about sunghoon. he’s giving me I want u but I can’t have u vibes (help me)

- he ALSO gives me very rich ceo vibes, and the amount of rich ceo fics about sunghoon i see tells me ppl agree🔥🔥

- I also added consume bc he also gives like supernatural fic vibes (he’d be a rlly hot vampire or demon someone pls make one and send it to me🤗) and that song just fits the trope SO WELL.

- he’s so quiet and shy and looks like a sad man, and trust me I do not mean this in a way where im saying he’s depressed (yk the sexy sad men in movies?)

-sunghoon deserves sm and more, he’s such a gentle soul he reminds me of a bubble bath (idk what im saying anymore it’s 2am)

- he’s so cute. he’s my everything. he’s mine.

(sorry this is actual brain rot atp🤗)

- ok im done this made me sad i luv them all sm

MAKNAE LINE NEXT ORRR???

@luv-sims

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[inthedarknessofnight]

Y’all know what fucking time it is… in other news, I updated my e-reader this week and it deleted all the pages I had bookmarked/stuff I had highlighted 🥲 the horrors persist but so do I

KAYA’S STEDDIE-FIC WEEK PART 2 🕺🏻💃🏻

1. Lovesick in Loch Nora by @red-0ak-tree

THIS is literally the scriptures, THIS is the ancient texts of Steddie, I’m not even kidding… if I’m trying to get someone into Steddie & reading fics, this is what I’m showing them… the Steddie dynamic is so beautiful and so palpable, and I don’t think I’ve every seen the characters sound SOOO much like themselves (ngl I have a theory this was written by one of the ST writers who wanted to make Steddie happen but the producers wouldn’t let them because COWARDS)… I finished this and immediately went to read it again, purely for the experience of it… most definitely in the top 3 fics I’ve ever read

2. the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you by @greatunironic

let me just start out by saying how OBSESSED I am with the title, and then continue by telling y’all how much this fic DESTROYED me and put me back together at the same time?!?! there’s so much beauty and so much pain in this fic, it’s so emotional, vulnerable and authentic… I’d almost forgotten that feeling of when you hang onto an author’s EVERY WORD, but this fic reminded me of that feeling in every single way

3. stereoscope by @seraphhy

this fic is so beautiful in the most painful ways possible (don’t recommend reading while on period, speaking from personal experience 🥲)… if you’re looking for fluff, this is NOT the fic for you, but if you’re an emotional masochist like me, you literally HAVE TO read it, I don’t make the rules… god, there’s just something about Steve being broken and Eddie putting him back together over and over and over again, isn’t there? and don’t even get me started on the turn of phrase in this one… just magnificent

4. The Shire is NOT on Fire by kissesforcas (not sure if this author is on Tumblr)

this fic is like a warm hug, but if the warm hug had really good smut lmao… the premise of this is that Eddie & the kids drag Steve to a renaissance festival/LARP convention, and ofc stuff happens because Steve in fantasy costumes (I’ve never related to Eddie more phaha)… them flirting in this one had me giggling and kicking my feet like a schoolgirl, occasionally even in public but I really couldn’t help myself

to sum up, this might be my favourite week of Steddie fics ever ever ever, they’re all such classics and I’m so beyond grateful I got to read and experience them… I laughed, I screamed, I cried, I mourned, and I would do it all over again in a heartbeat ♥️

#steddie #fanfic #fanfiction #stranger things #ao3 #eddiemunson #steveharrington #ao3 writer #writing #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic rec #weekly fic recs #fic roundup #fic rec #fic recommendation #y’all i’m not okay

[yes-divine-ruler]

Im just wondering if you could write something cute for franken kyle? like inspired by that song Olivia by One Direction?? i just feel like theres not enough kyle fics😓 sorry for bothering you though🥲

Franken-Kyle Spencer x Fem!Reader Fluff - “Spring Sun”

omg, I just want to let you know, you are not bothering me, I was so excited to write this request and requests are always welcome!

“Olivia - seen as a secret way to say I love you. This song is about love, and how one expresses it”

Words: 903

You held Kyle’s hand as you walked through the field, the grass knee-high and the flowers arising from their buds, just like it should be in spring.

It was hard for Kyle to try and keep up, his head spinning as he took in the world around him. Every day for Kyle was an enlightening experience, the way things smelt, the colour of things, the way they felt. Right now, in this field, Kyle was over the moon, his hand brushing over the tall grass, even stopping occasionally to lean down and smell the scent of a flower.

“Kyle!” You snap, as he becomes distracted by a butterfly as it flutters passed his face.

“Huh?” He asks, his eyes finally landing on you, or what he thought was nature’s most beautiful creation.

“Come on it’s gonna be dark soon, you can smell everything when we get there,” you offer him a smile as he nods his head insistently. He would follow you to the end of the earth if you wanted him to.

His hand never left yours as you ascended the hill, finally getting to the top and looking out at the view. Kyle’s mouth gapes open as he takes in the remarkable view of the field, paired with the soft breeze and the warm sun.

“Ky, come sit,” when Kyle turns, he sees you’ve set out the tartan picnic blanket, with you sprawled out on its surface in your floral sundress. Kyle smiles wide, coming over towards you eagerly just to be close to you.

He lays his head on your chest, your hand coming up to the top of his head to run your fingers through his blonde hair. He hums contently, his eyes fluttering shut just from the feeling of your fingers alone.

He shifts next to you, turning to lay down on his side, his hand coming up to cup your breast through your sundress. You laugh at how comfortable he is around you, something that you seemed to adore about him.

“See anything pretty, Kyle?” You ask him, as he opens his eyes and looks up at you.

“Butter…fly, grass- uh-” he pauses for a moment, biting down on his bottom lip as he thinks of what to say. You wait patiently, proud of Kyle for even trying.

“You, Y/N,” he says finally, a smile spreading across your face as you lean down and kiss the top of his head softly.

“That’s really sweet Kyle, thank you,” you beam at him, before closing your own eyes and taking in the warmth of the spring air yourself.

You feel Kyle‘s finger begin to draw small shapes on your exposed thigh, and tune in to his persistent scribbling as you start to recognise letters. I love you, he was drawing, over and over again like it was the only few words he knew how to spell.

“Kyle? Are you trying to tell me something?” You ask him, sitting up briefly, his head coming off your chest as he followed your actions. He looked down at his lap ashamed.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him, taking his shaking hand in yours as he lets out an animalistic groan.

“S-sorry,” he says simply, his head falling forward onto your shoulder. You’re not sure why he’s upset, but you hold him anyway, hushing him reassuringly as your hand rubs up and down his back. You understood that sometimes it was hard for Kyle to talk about his emotions, he got frustrated and flustered quickly, and it made him angry.

When he calms down, he lifts his head up again, staring at you as you look at him with furrowed brows.

“Y/N.. I… love….you,” he says, his own eyebrows furrowing as you silently watch him.

“Kyle..” you start, turning your head away and opting to look at your hand as it fiddled with the corner of the blanket beneath you. He whined, his hands cupping your face and bringing your head back around so he could look at your face again.

“I love you too Kyle,” you say certainly, “but I’m worried you only love me because I’m nice to you,”

He understood what you were saying, but also taken back by your insecurity. Just because he wasn’t the person he used to be, he still had feelings, and if he was sure about anything in this world, it would be you. Kyle shakes his head, his thumb coming down off your cheek to trace your pouted bottom lip.

“No…so…beautiful,” he manages to say, a laugh of flattery escaping your lips as you place your hands over his on your face.

“I… mean…it,” he says firmly with emphasis on each syllable.

Then he leans in, connecting your lips, kissing you softly and lovingly. You kiss back, before pulling away, wiping a stray tear that had fallen from your eye.

“No… cry,” Kyle chokes out painfully. He hated to see you upset.

“No Kyle, I’m not sad, I’m happy. I’m so lucky I have you,” you reassure him, pulling him into your chest again for a tight hug.

He hugs back, burying his face in your hair. The smell of your shampoo and your favourite perfume lingering in his nose, a combination that was recognisably his comfort smell.

“Forever,” Kyle confirms, rubbing his nose against yours affectionately.

“Forever,” you repeat, giggling as he kisses you again.

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[ticklish-n-stuff]

OKAY SO ANOTHER REQ

Can be tickles or non tickles it’s up to you!!

I’m going to torment ur fav real quick ❤️

I would like to humbly order a fic of Mikey dreaming abt the events that happened in ep 10 and waking up terrified that Draken really left him (if you catch my drift)

And and and- usage of the bestest trope of character A rushing to Character B’s house to make sure they’re okay and just collapsing in their arms with a teary/sobbing “oh thank god…” whenever they answer the door

I am requesting the most immaculate comfort from Draken . 

Your local angst queen, signing off.

Ffs stop bottling up your emotions

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME by writing Mikey angst 🥲

I don't think angst is my thing but I tried 😭

I hope you likey :3

I'm gonna go bawl my eyes out after writing this

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Mikey x Draken (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Mikey

Ler: Draken

Warnings: Tickles! Angst! Panic attack! Cursing! Spoilers for ep 10!

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wake up… Wake up!

Mikey let out a strangled gasp, his body sitting upright, drenched in cold sweat. Or was it warm? His ears were ringing. Why can’t he feel his fingers or toes? Oh right, Draken… That awful nightmare where the worst came to fruition. But Draken is still with us, so why… Why is his chest so tight? Is there something blocking his airway? He can’t swallow for the life of him. Just make it stop!...

A moment of silence fell as his brain stopped spinning around. Why is he thinking about that of all things? Draken is probably snoring like a caveman at the long hours of 3:21 am… Maybe he should call and check just in case.

Over at Draken’s room, he felt his phone buzzing, causing him to stir up. Looking at the caller ID that read ‘Mikey’

“Tch, this better be good” with a tired grumble, he answered the call. “What is it”?

“I had a nightmare where you were gone and woke up having a panic attack so I thought I’d call to hear your voice”.

The sudden word vomit caused an eerie silence. If Draken wasn’t awake before, he definitely was now. His brain trying to catch up to process what the fuck was that. Before he could even say anything, Mikey beat him to it, “Anyways bye!”.

Anxious jitters making him hang up, just like that…

“Did this brat really just…” Draken’s face darkened as he practically growled in anger.

“If this prick thinks he can pull a stunt like that on me, he’s got another thing coming” he quickly grabbed a jacket and his keys, zooming over to Mikey’s place.

Once he got there, Draken banged on the door with zero hesitation. “Open up, I know you’re awake”.

It didn’t take long for the door to open, although Mikey didn’t dare look at him.

“What’s up?” He tried seeming nonchalant, which only made Draken scowl.

“Look at me, you asshole”

When he got no response, he took it upon himself to spin Toman's leader around. Shock falling upon Draken’s face when he saw the tears streaming down Mikey’s cheeks.

“Mikey… you’re crying” any anger he had started to disappear, replaced with pure concern.

“Huh?” the short male reached out, feeling the teary streak down his face “Oh, I guess I am”.

“The fuck you guess?! Talk to me, or I’ll beat you up”

That caused Mikey to let out a dry chuckle, but seeing how serious Draken was, he let out a sigh.

“It was just a silly dream, don’t get your boxers in a twist now”

Oh that really was the last straw. Draken picked him up by the collar, his eyes alone showed how upset he was.

“You don’t just call someone in the middle of the night, having a fucking panic attack, and then brush it off as nothing! The hell is wrong with you, Manjiro?!”

Mikey flinched at the rare use of his first name, his own frustration starting to seep out.

“What do you want me to say? That I’m so fucking afraid of losing my best friend for good? That I’ve been crying myself to sleep every night ever since that incident, dreaming of the worst to come? Is that what you want? For me to say that I can barely face you without my stomach twisting into a knot?! That as Toman’s leader I had to act fine for the sake of everyone else?!” hot tears streamed down Mikey’s cheeks, his words leaving Draken speechless. Had he really been suffering in silence this whole time..?

“Mikey… I had no idea” he loosened his grip, putting the leader back down.

“Well now you do” Mikey replied dryly, wiping off any stray tears.

Suddenly, he felt a pair of strong arms pull him into Draken’s chest.

“Huh…?” Mikey stood dumbfounded. Usually their form of affection was beating the snot out of each other and arguing over the dumbest stuff. A hug of all things felt foreign yet nice…

“I’m so sorry…”

That’s when the dam broke, all those pent up sobs finally came pouring out. Mikey buried his face into Draken’s chest, as the latter rubbed his back soothingly, whispering soft words of reassurance.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe now”

Seeing his best friend so broken made his heart ache. Despite not having much experience with calming others, it seemed that his words and touches were working as Mikey’s breath became regulated.

“I think I’m better now…” he muttered out softly, feeling embarrassed over that whole display of emotion and affection. Hopefully Draken would leave now and they could forget about this—

“Bullshit” Draken spoke sharply, making Mikey snap his head at him.

“That part may be over, but now it’s time to make you less mopey and show you that you couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried”

A slight smile tugged at Mikey’s lips before trying to hide it away.

“I saw that little smile” Draken smirked at him. “I’m not leaving ‘till I see a full-blown one though” Uh oh, there was an evil twinkle in his eyes.

Not long after, Draken picked up Mikey with ease. Launching him onto his bed. The latter tried escaping, turning on his belly and crawling away, but it was futile as Draken straddled his waist.

“Wahait, Kenny…!” The shorter male whined of all things, feeling strong fingers trace along his back.

“Pff, did you just whine? You’re so adorable pathetic sometimes” the vice captain mused out loud, watching as Mikey’s ears turned a nice crimson red. “Look, you aren’t even trying to fight back~” he cooed into the flushed ear, earning a squeak. Draken snickered at his best friend’s antics, his fingers starting to travel towards the back of Mikey’s ribs.

This earned all kinds of snorts of laughter “Nahahat thehehere! It’s so bahahad!” Mikey could barely get a word out without dissolving into a fit of giggles. It was always so precious seeing his usual tough friend look so soft and vulnerable. As much as Mikey would try to hide it, Draken loved that side of him.

“Oh yehehes there!” the vice captain said mockingly, pressing between the bones, pinching at them, watching Mikey’s shoulders shake with glee.

“Kehehenny, stahahap— EEE WAHAHAIT!!!” Mikey went ballistic as Draken suddenly went for the kill, his hands latching onto Mikey’s waist. Thumbs drilling against the hip bone and squeezing the area with vigor.

“Wait? Wait for what? Tickling waits for no man!” He laughed along with him, tormenting the sensitive hips.

“BWAHAHAHA! OKAHAHAY! STAHAHAHAP!” Mikey flailed around like a car dealer balloon. Limbs going anywhere and everywhere with zero sense of direction. His mind clouded, only thinking of the overwhelming ticklish feel.

“Hmm… I dunno… Lemme check” with that, Draken flipped him over, getting better access to his face. It was bright red, eyes pricked with happy tears, and most importantly, Mikey’s classic child-like smile. “Should I? You seem to be having a lot of fun~” he teased, trailing his fingers along Mikey’s tummy now.

Toman’s leader gave off an exasperated look. He couldn’t fight off that giddy smile even if he wanted to, maybe this wasn’t so bad.

“Fine, maybe a bit longer” he spoke sheepishly. And just like that, happy giggles and squeals filled up the once dull room. Hopefully the rest of the Sano household doesn’t get woken up…

Later on, when Mikey’s mind would wander back to that terrible thought, he’d always have a hand by his side to reassure him.

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#tokyo revengers tickle fic #manjiro sano #ken ryuguji #lee!mikey #ler!draken

[sicjimin]

— Not Even Witchcraft Could Help —

a.n : hi! wow it's been like .. 3 months. it took a lot from me to muster up this supposed to be drabble .. i think i have lost my touch for writing lol because i dont even know what is this or is this good or ... whatever 🥲 i hope anyone that read this .. like it ? i guess ? this supposed to be a silly little drabble where Yoongi is a witch and trying to help his little sick human Jimin, but i got carried away as always so it becomes long .. im so sorry if this absurd or make nosense in anyway 😁

tw : emeto

To his defends, Jimin can say he has a quite strong immune. Well yeah, maybe isn't as strong as Seokjin, or Yoongi—his boyfriend—that could still function even after get rained on, living off 3 hours of sleep, and other quite sick-inducing habits. He got his fair shares of flu, but it's never bad. Maybe a nightly fever, congested nose, few days of cough, and then he's better.

It started when Jimin got home from his practice session with fever this afternoon. Stumbling into his apartment with half conscious mind as dizziness muddled his brain. He plopped into the couch, curled himself small there—tugging his coat as far as it can be to cover himself because the act to get a blanket properly is waay to exhausting for him. He just wanted to sleep. It didn't take long for him to lost against sleep, and only being awakened by a panicked Yoongi, as his boyfriend fussing to touch his forehead cheeks and even arms.

So, he can't really blame Yoongi to be this ... awkward tending his emotional-sick traits, as he currently sniffling after a whole good minutes of crying after throwing up bouts of the older (supposed to be) healing teas.

"Jimin-ah .. love .. you're sick? You're burning up! and why you still in this clothes? How long have you been here? Have you eat anything?"

Jimin groans, burrying his face further into one of their fluffy cushions as he felt even groggy after his short naps. "Mhm .. i think so?", he managed to croak out before his throat decided that the effort to speak was too much and burst into a fit of coughs. "My head hurts .. and cold ..", he added after sucking a big gush of fresh air. "I feel awful hyung"

He barely remember anything after that ; he vaguely remembered Yoongi fussing around him with warm chamomile tea, making him eat few spoonful of food, then he remembered getting drawn into a warm bath and suddenly he was on the bed. He also remembered Yoongi cuddled up against him, tucking the blanket high up under his chin, and play with his hair until everything is pitched black for him.

Jimin didn't know how long he has been asleep. But his distorted-feverish mind know that it's still night time or maybe dawn, judging from their dim bedroom with no hint of sunlight from the curtains—and soft snores from his boyfriend. Jimin stirs a little, feeling his stomach rumbles, except its not in a hungry way—but in a "i'm about to puke" kind of way. He winces, trying not to let out any moans or groans of discomfort as he shuffles away from the older sturdy chest. He huffs, grabbing his phone to check the time, but his eyelids seem to weigh a ton. His brain is foggy and lethargic as he rolls further.

"Ugh..." he mutters, putting down his phone and trying to get comfortable—coming into a realization that he's not awake by his own will. Not that his body decided to wake him up because he already got enough sleep; but because he's reaching the peak of his sickness.

Unfortunately, the little movement only worsens the feeling churning inside his bloated stomach—it keeps roiling around, making him feel like he'll be sick to his guts any minute now. The faint sense of dizziness that makes the bed spins a little when he moves also did not help his predicament.

With great effort, Jimin tries to move and sit up properly. His stomach rumbles more fiercely with each movement, the cramps growing in intensity. It's taking everything he got not to vomit, as the acidic bile keeps churning around inside of him. He takes a deep breath, trying to hold it all down as he slowly gets to his feet—he's going to be sick, and it's better safe than sorry. He didn't want to make Yoongi cleaned up the sheets right when he wakes up later.

Everything hurts.

"Fuck... this... this is not good...", Jimin mumbles, as he hobbles slowly to the bathroom—hands circling around his mid section as his guts growling and gurgling louder and louder with each step. He can taste the food Yoongi made him to eat few hours ago on his tongue as he burps on the bathroom treshold. He closes the bathroom door slowly, not wanting to make such a commotion that could wake Yoongi up. He huffs, closing his eyes as he grabs the edge of the toilet—feeling his inside rolls like clothes in washing machine—and begins to cough and gag. It was empty at first, but its thicken the nausea until he can't hold it back anymore. The foulness pours from his mouth in a heavy stream. His stomach heaving violently, pushing and contracting against itself as water and half digested food rushing to get out of his body. It's horrible, but it feels like some kind of relief.

"Ah ..", Jimin moans once it's over. He closes his eyes, breathing hard and gulping air, waiting for the next wave to hit—knowing that it's only the beginning. His clammy hands reached over his stomach, he hissed a little as the coldness of his palm burns against his feverish body, and begins to gently rubs it.

It aches.

"Min .. are you in there?"

Jimin is too busy shivering and wiping bile off his face to respond to Yoongi's voice right away. He leans up against the bowl, his body trembling, as he tries to catch his breath. "I... I'm okay. Just... got sick. That's all. I'm fine." The sourness of his voice sounds like it was dragged up from his stomach.

Jimin hears the footsteps coming closer, but he barely could pay any attention to it as he instinctively hunch over to brace for the next wave of retching. The bathroom door opens and he shut your eyes—already feeling water creeping up to his throat.

"Baby .. why didn't you wake me up?", Yoongi's deep yet soothing voice drawn around him, followed by his hand tracing along Jimin's spines. Jimin shuddered at the touch.

Yoongi continuous mumbles feels like a spell against the ringing on his ears. "This ...", Jimin spits as he tries to catch his breath, "Is digusting"

"I—", as Jimin attempts to speak, another surge of vomit rises up in his throat. He gags and it pushes out, this time with even more force. It's almost like he has to get his stomach's entire contents out as soon as possible before his body calms down. He grips the toilet bowl and shuts his eyes tightly.

"Breathe .. Jimin-ah, breathe .. you're okay .. let it out"

He hears the older chuckles, before a tissue comes into his eyesight. Jimin slumps down, and mumbles a small thankyou as he cleans up his nose and lips.

Gosh .. he must've look like a whole mess.

"You're sick, that's justified", Yoongi hums, tucking the younger sweaty hair in, "Are you feeling better?"

Jimin doesn't answer him right away as he tries to regain his strength slowly to come back to him. The nausea has subsided. But he's still reeling. His head still feels woozy. Not to mention his body feels exhausted and shaky from what just happened. "Mhm .. still nauseous though", he croaks out as he pats his stomach, assessing if it's safe for him to move around. "I will wait for few minutes here .. i'm afraid i will puke again if i move", he decides with a sigh, leaning against his boyfriend that quick to accept the sudden add of weight.

"Do you want something?", Jimin closes his eyes as he feel Yoongi's chest rumbles, "Mhm ... can you be my witch boyfriend right now and musters up your tea? Anything that could make this sickness away in 5 minutes .. i feel like death hyung .."

Jimin didn't need to rolls his body to see that the older is rolling his eyes as the latter scoffs, then there's a pinch on his cheeks.

Jimin pouts.

"You're a brat, you know. You hate those tea"

Jimin peels himself away, squeezing his eyes when the bathroom tilts a little.

"Please hyung? I think it's better than anything now", he whines as he rubs his nose bridge, then grinning when Yoongi sighing and leans forward, "Okay .. i will try to make it", he mumbles, ruffling Jimin's hair as he stepped out toward the kitchen.

"Hyung! Can you make it sweeter? It was sooo bitter last time"

"Mhm, noted, Your Majesty"

It takes more than few minutes, as Jimin already successfully migrates towards the bed without hurling his inside and dozes off few times, when Yoongi shuffles into the room with warm cup on his hand. "Here ..", the latter helps him sits up and hands him the tea. "Don't force yourself to drink it .. i know it tastes awful", he mutters sheepishly, maybe borderline worried as his eyes never leave the younger—as if he wants to tackles the cups away.

"Thank you hyung", Jimin mumbles as he takes a breath from the steam. It smells normal, and he feels a bit of awe as he could feel his head getting clearer and not as fuzzy as before.

This gonna works.

He takes a small sips, an icky, syrupy flavour immediately glued itself to the inside of Jimin's mouth, enveloping his teeth and tongue in a syrupy goo. He bravely gulped down the dreadful concoction, doing his utmost to stifle a gag and not reveal just how horrendous the tea was. As he cautiously lifted his gaze back to Yoongi, that eyeing him worriedly, he offered a nervous smile and a single nod, "Thanks, love, it tastes...better"

"Really?", Yoongi lifts one of his eyebrows, doubting his kind by default boyfriend, but also there's a hint of hopeful tone in there.

Jimin hums, taking a deep breath and take another gulp.

But maybe a sick body really can't lie—the response was fast and immediate, barely giving both of them time to react, as Jimin suddenly lurch into a loud gag. Yoongi's eyes widen, quickly swiped trashcan from the corner of their room, and places it under the younger lips as Jimin looks like he's one second away from bursting.

"Hyung .. i'm sorry—", Jimin chokes out before all the concoction he just drank and whatever was left over from the earlier gushing out of him in a big wave. It doesn't take much energy to bring everything up as suddenly everything is nauseating for him. His mouth feels like it's coated thick with the taste of the tea and it's overwhelming. His stomach responding to it with eagerly twisting his guts out and about. For a solid minutes, it's only Jimin's loud belches and gags along with Yoongi's worried murmurs that could be heard in that room.

"Hyung ... fuck .. i'm so sorry", Jimin sniffles when he's out of the nausea spells. His eyes glassy as he watches the older quietly put away the soiled trashcan, and takes away the cup from his shaky hands.

Jimin is about to cry as his words meet with silence—he watches the older busying himself to clean everything up, and it's when Yoongi in the bathroom, cleaning the trashcan that the bubbles burst. He feels guilty ; knowing that it's literally ass cracked of time, Yoongi is definitely tired after long day of works just like him, he had taking care of him earlier and yet Jimin not only thrown up his food—but also the tea that he Asks for. He already promised to drink it and push the older to make it when Yoongi himself know how it will turn out—Gosh .. he's really an awful boyfriend. Yoongi has doing a lot for him and yet—

"Jimin-ah .. hey .. breathe baby", Jimin didn't even realized that his breathe has come in a short intervals until Yoongi caresses his tears-coated cheeks, "Breathe .. it's okay, why are you crying?"

Jimin sniffles, for some reason, the question only makes his guilt swells even more. He looks up, letting Yoongi get ahold of his eyes—hoping that the witch could read his mind even his sight is blurry with tears—before letting himself falls into his boyfriend shoulders as the latter pulls him in with a chuckles, "Baby .. it's okay .. like i tell you earlier, i know the tea is awful. It's fine", Yoongi tries to say gently but the words fall flat and Jimin whines again. "No ..."

"What no?", Yoongi giggles now, "You just have thrown up too, there's no way your body can handle a bitter liquid shoved up like that .. it's okay", he adds, "Now let's not get yourself worked up, and rest .. okay? I will make you chamomile tea later, a normal one, no witchcraft involved"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jimin #caretaker!yoongi

[caelanglang]

So I've been seeing your art around and I finally decided to check on your account, stumbled upon your "itadakimasu, gochisousamadesu" comic (?) and I have some words for it.

First of all, your art is absolutely beautiful and I love the feel your lines give off. It's expressive and your chibis are absolutely adorable, while the more realistic shots are so well done <3

Secondly, I had an inkling that maybe it was Chuuya who made Dazai's food. Then Dazai smiled after eating everything and saying "it's empty already." I thought, hey this is so good, I'm alright for now.

But then. But then you- YOU. HIT. ME. WITH. THIS. SHOT. 😭😭😭

I was wearing my glasses and they got wet from my tears. Genuinely had to step out of my room, go for a walk, cry a little, before finishing the rest of the comic T-T <3

The thought that, yes, Chuuya did make Dazai's food was already there. But then you actually see the EFFORT he placed and the amount of consideration behind his choices. Like, he searched the benefits of seafood for injuries and included crab because of course, Dazai loves that.

I am so not fine and I'm losing it over this work of art. I wish one day I'll get treated by someone like this 🥲; you've somehow raised my standards lol.

(also I find the detail of one of the books having "healthy food that kids love!" hilarious)

omg hi! thank you so much for dropping by! I saw the notes you left behind and I appreciate them all so much ;v;)// Sometimes, the feeling that you know something vs getting hit with that feeling is still very different and impactful. I'm so glad to hear that I delivered that with this!

I'm so so happy that you liked that scene! It was one of the visions I initially had and wanted to draw out for this comic (that and Dazai smiling to Chuuya :)) I always think that skk are the kind of pair who would exert a lot of effort behind the scene for the other but will never ever bring it up. It's a sweet thought (I'm sorry for raising your standards hhhhh I hope you find someone but I hope you treat yourself just as nicely! <3)

Thank you so much for this inbox! It made my day so so much! I'm smiling like an idiot right now TvT I'm glad my scribble comics were able to bring you warm emotions! Sending you hugs (and tissues for the tears ><;;)

Also!! I'm actually planning a part two for that comic! In which Dazai hunts down the non-existent resto that made the beloved congee of his dreams (ft. Chuuya making a fake takeout restaurant service to hide it ;3) It was deeply buried in my wips but this inbox renewed my motivation to work on it! Thank you so much again! I really appreciate you for this! ;w; <3

#also yes chuuya initially started with researchin what would kids like bc dazai is a brat like that #thats how he stumbled on seafood and congee! #in my brainrot at least lol #thank you for this again! #inbox #fav inbox

[dallieart]

Long post incoming! I wanted to share my thoughts about the Hololive EN Connect the World concert I went to last night.

overall, the concert was fun and amazing and I had a really good time. it was great being surrounded by other fans. it's like being in a comfy swarm of strangers that are somehow also your friends. it's surreal.

I was sitting waaaaaay in the back, so while I got a clear view of the entire stage, the giant screen felt small. they weren't Hatsune Miku style holograms as I had thought. but I will say that this was the only negative thing I have to say.

it really felt like yet were actually looking at us and hearing us. the only awkward one was Kiara, who had quiet pauses at the end of her sentences 🥲 still love you, Kiwawa!

hopefully it was audible, but after Fauna's performances, dudes would yell "I love you, Fauna!" "I love you, Fauna!" and I tagged on at the end "I also love you, Fauna!!"

this happened 2 or 3 times lol 😂 I wanted Fauna to know that she has female fans, too!!!!!! 💚

fans are great. While waiting for a ride back to the hotel, I spotted a squad wearing Deadbeat shirts and I yelled, "Let's go, Deadbeats!" and they all cheered really loud!! My Calli nui high fived another one! it was a special moment lol

Calli was amazing as always. I'm glad she got to use her guitar scythe. wanted, wasted is such a hype song, I wished I knew the lyrics better to sing along! 🩷

I'm so glad Kiara sang SPARKS. I've recently started getting more into her music, but I've always admired her as a dancer. the song was so hype, I was bouncing out of my seat. just such a good song. 🧡

Ame had improved SO MUCH since her debut. absolutely amazing. ChikuTaku is an insanely fun song. I was singing along. Such a stark contrast to her purin song at 3rd fes. she was really moving and singing, she feels like an idol 💛

Gura did great as always. looking forward to the song when it officially comes out. Gura fans are always so hype, it was great 🩵

Ina did amazing on Ghost. she's another one who's singing has improved and become so much more confident since her debut. and the takodachis are nuts as always. but so much fun.

they were so hype, they jumped the gun on Ina's call and response lol. just way too much excitement!!!! 💜

I can't believe Kronii wasn't at 100% because of her jaw??? because she did freaking amazing. I love her singing voice. such a legend. her dancing was so good, too, I did not expect her to shake it so much on that stage. just amazing. 💙

Mumei took me by surprise. I knew she was a good singer, but she really delivered the emotion of the song. just wonderful. 🤎

Bae was incredible as the opening singer. she freaking delivered. dancing, singing, her performance was amazing. I loved that she encouraged everyone to sing along with the end of the song. what a way to start, just blowing it out of the park. ❤️

Fauna!!! my dear kirin...she was amazing. her singing and dancing have improved SO MUCH since she debuted, it blew me away. even since 4th fes she's just improving exponentially. She was so cute, it warmed my heart and soul. I ALSO LOVE YOU, FAUNA!!! 💚

finally, Irys was every bit the idol that you'd expect. Amazing performances, I really liked her song choices. You're not alone. 💗

The guest performances were also great, as expected from the jp senpai and ID girls are all so cracked. I was hoping they'd sing more with the EN girls and maybe get some shuffle units in there, but I'm also satisfied with what they all sang.

I was worried about what they'd do for Council's unit song, Rise, in regards to Sana's lines. but I'm very happy with how they handled it.

everyone singing Sana's final "for eternity" together felt very poignant. hit me right in the kokoro, as it always does.

the audience chanting for an encore was funny because we chanted for so long we got tired and started to lose hope...and then BANG. Encore song.

that little video of everyone's 3D journey almost got me. tears did well up. 🥹

Hololive EN forever! 🩷🧡💛🩵💜💙🤎❤️💚💗🪐

#hololive en #holoENConnect #Hololive EN Connect the World #mori calliope #ceres fauna #hololive myth #hololive council #illustrated diary #blog post #deadbeat #idk what else to put here just that i love hololive en

[jungwnies]

꒰ 🍮 ୭̥ ‧ ˎˊ- ・soobin's sfw alphabet

SYNOPSIS ! soobin’s safe for work a-z alphabet

PAIRING ! bf choi soobin x reader // GENRE ! fluff + angst if you squint // WC. ! 1.72k

AN. ! unreleased content ,, but i felt like releasing it because nothing is stopping me from wanting to showcase my work to the fandom 🥲

a ⤖ affection (how affectionate is he? how often does he show affection?)

┊︰soobin is so affectionate; he loves hugging you and telling you how much he loves you; his favorite thing is when you're englufed in his warm embrace and he can smother you with all his love.

b ⤖ beginning (what would he be like as a bsf; how would the friendship start?)

┊︰as a bestfriend he's always going to be the shoulder you can lean on; whether you need him to cry or rant to, or just to simply tell everything he's going to always be there for you. ┊︰as for how the friendship starts; you definitely had to initate it, however i can see it happening in a classroom settings; like a strangers to bestfriends to lovers au all because you guys got paired up for a project, and from there you guys became best friends.

c ⤖ cuddles (does he like to cuddle; how would he cuddle?)

┊︰yes, yes, and yes. he loves cuddling; he's more comfortable in your arms or when your in his. he loves canoodling so much, and even tangling your legs together with him makes his heart go pitter patter.

d ⤖ domestic (does he want to settle down; how good is he at cooking and cleaning?)

┊︰i know in a fan meeting he said he didn't want to get married; but i feel like he definitely would settle down if he found the one, as in like twin flame kind of relationship. ┊︰he's pretty good at cooking and cleaning; but sometimes he's not really in the mood to always be the one cooking or cleaning, so expects it to be a pretty even split in the relationship if not maybe even a 60/40 kind of deal.

e ⤖ ending (if he had to break up with you; how would he do it?)

┊︰breaking up would be so hard for him; he wouldn't know how to approach the situation and would hesitate a few times before he breaks the news. ┊︰i see soobin approaching you in a very kind way, almost not wanting to break your heart knowing he will regardless. he wouldn't text or call, but he would show up or ask you to meet and right then he would tell you he wants to break up.

f ⤖ fiance (how does he feel about commitment; would he want to get married quick?)

┊︰he's not too keen about marriage; it's not in his plan, but like i said, if he finds the one he's going to want to put a ring on that finger asap. ┊︰he definitely would not want to get married quickly, and would definitely prefer dating for atleast a few years before even considering marriage; but then again, if you're the one (he's going to know if you're the one) he will put a ring on that finger.

g ⤖ gentle (how gentle is he; emotionally + physically?)

┊︰soobin is the definition of gentle; everything he does he keeps your feelings and emotions in mind; he would never ever hurt you intentionally and feels bad even thinking about it. ┊︰soobin is emotionally gentle, and his touch is also very gentle; his touch is soft and delicate; he treats you almost as if you're porcelain or bone china.

h ⤖ hugs (does he likes hugs; how often does he hug you; what are his hugs like?)

┊︰mmm, he loves hugs. he loves them so much, every hug he has with you is going down in the books. every moment is cherished with him. ┊︰he often hugs you; they're usually random or sweet back hugs as you complete your daily tasks. his hugs are warm and sweet; and again, his touch is delicate.

i ⤖ i love you (how fast does he say he loves you?)

┊︰not fast; and when he's about to say it for the first time it almost sounds a bit hesitant. he's scared you won't say it back, but he does it anyways regardless of how fast his heart is beating in the moment. once soob says he loves you, it's really true; he means it from the bottom of his heart.

j ⤖ jealousy (how jealous does he get; what does he do when he is jealous?)

┊︰although he's not blatantly the jealous type; he does get jealous occasionally. he's not showy with his jealousy and contains it very well knowing you're loyal to him. ┊︰however, when he does get jealous he gets a bit pouty and passive as he just wants to leave whatever scene is causing him to feel a bit more possessive over you.

k ⤖ kisses (what are his kisses like; where does he like to kiss you; where does he like to be kissed?)

┊︰im gonna say it again, his touch is soft and delicate; and the same goes for his kisses. his lips are never chapped, they're so soft and plump and everytime his lips land on yours it feels like you've kissed a cloud, or maybe even a pillow. ┊︰soobin loves to be kissed on his lips or along his jaw; he also really loves being kissed on his forehead or the top of his head while he falls asleep. as for where he likes to kiss his you; he will always choose to kiss you on your lips or your cheek, he also places the sweetest kisses on your head while he runs his fingers through your hair as he vets you to sleep.

l ⤖ little ones (how is he around children?)

┊︰he's so good with children; especially because he has a nephew. he knows how their little minds work and feels young again when he hangs out around little ones. idc what anyone says, soobin is literally husband and dad material.

m ⤖ morning (how are mornings spent with him?)

┊︰he's obviously still sleeping in the morning; he doesn't get up till around noon and sometimes not even till the actual afternoon. but with some schedules, he might get up early but he never disturbs your beauty rest.

n ⤖ night (how are nights spend with him?)

┊︰you guys tend to stay up late, although its not intentional how late you guys stay up; you find yourselves talking or having a meaningful conversation in bed and suddenly it's 4am and the sun is starting to rise as the sky grows lighter and brighter. nights always end with you in his arms regardless.

o ⤖ open (when would he open up; does he say everything at once or does he wait to reveal himself?)

┊︰he doesn't open up quickly; and when he does open up he's not really aware he's telling you his whole life story. he values those aspects of him and doesn't want to share them with just anyone; but once he's ready to open up, hes going to tell you everything all at once.

p ⤖ patience (how easily angered is he?)

┊︰it takes a few pushes for him to get angry; he's good at containing his anger and would rather communicate calmly then shout angrily. overall, he's not easily angered.

q ⤖ quizzes (how much would he remember about you; does he remember every little detail; or is he forgetful?)

┊︰everything, he remembers everything about you. maybe not every little detail but he's the type to remember the randomest things about you, he's also very mindful and is very attentive to your emotions and feelings.

r ⤖ remember (what is his favorite moment in the relationship?)

┊︰his favorite moments are the simplest moments; those moments where it's just you and him against the world, those moments where everything is drowned out except for the sound of your laughter and voice, those moments where he's tuned everything out and is only looking at your eyes and the way they shine.

s ⤖ security (how protective is he; how does he protect you; how would he like to be protected?)

┊︰he's very protective; you might not realize this but his hand holds on a little tighter in shady allies and he pulls you a little closer when he's around suspicious people. he doesn't feel a need to be protected but he will always feel most safe if he's around you in the warming nature of your home or his.

t ⤖ try (how much effort does he put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

┊︰he's not the most creative with dates as he's the definition of a homebody. when it comes to dates he'll plan a delicious dinner and nice movie; anniversaries he'll get a gift. but he's always trying his best and putting his all into everything he does for you. he really does try, and he never stops.

y ⤖ ugly (what are some of his bad habits?)

┊︰sometimes when he's upset he's not entirely sure how to express how he feels and tends to keep it locked in. that's his only bad habit, but further in the relationship he abandons this and is not afraid to tell you what the hell went wrong in his day.

v ⤖ vanity (how concerned is he with his looks?)

┊︰he's not super concerned about his looks, and he doesn't really care about what people think about him as long as you're happy with him.

w ⤖ whole (would he feel incomplete without you?)

┊︰yes, especially if you guys have been together for a long time. in the beginning he felt himself, but further in the relationship it's almost as if you became a part of him and vice versa.

x ⤖ xtra (random headcanon for him)

┊︰soobin always wants to be with you; and would do anything to have time just to be with you. spending time with you is something he cherishes; and it's definitely his love language if not physical touch.

y ⤖ yuck (what are some things he wouldn't like; in general or in a partner?)

┊︰he wouldn't want a partner who had a big ego and a huge pride confidence is cute but being conceited isn't. he would want someone who as aware and attentive to his emotions, he hates arguing doesn't want someone who would pick fights with him for no reason either.

z ⤖ zzz (what are his sleeping habits?)

┊︰when he sleeps, he's all over you. whether he's got a leg on top of you, his arm is stretched over your abdomen; he's always on you in some way, shape, or form.

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[eyesofshan-if]

Hello there! :D

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

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

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

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

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

That's it, sorry this got so long😭

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[astraystayyh]

I finally have words ‼️ I am so sorry for how long this is

Okay okay… you hear this so much and AS YOU SHOULD bc your writing is phenomenal and you deserve each and every compliment you receive ever.

I think I’ve said this before but your ability to capture raw emotions and put them into words will never cease to amaze me. Whenever I read your works the writing never fails to make me feel so much emotion that I sometimes get overwhelmed because I’m not used to it (in a good way 😭)

Every part of volcano, every paragraph, every break in sentences, every little detail you put into it felt so personal it literally pained me to read it. During the beginning I was so caught off guard and it was only like that because I was the exact same, always crying, always being empathetic to the point it was a weakness. And I loved the the reader knew their faults, and that they were realistic in the way they denied any help even if they might’ve needed it.

Your pieces always feel real, like they were pulled from a life, a moment that was already lived and I love it so much.

The bathroom scene during the party is one of my favorites. Knowing what someone needs even though it’s the last thing either one of you would ever think of doing, and still doing it? Gets me every time. (Also making eye contact through the mirror is oddly attractive)

And confession scenes are what usually have me climbing the walls and crying but I think the conversation in the elevator was what really got me? Han being openly worried, and reader denying it and him was a little too relatable ‼️

Screaming in the rain. 100% better than therapy (source? trust me) I liked that part a lot, I used to sit in the rain, sometimes I’d lay down if I was feeling worse, and just close my eyes and listen to the rainfall. I love rain because it’s relieving, I love rain because it makes the pain feel invisible.

There’s so much more I could say about this fic, but I think I should stop for now 🥲 but just know I love your writing a bunch, I love being able to feel emotions I’ve never felt before, and like why am I crying??? They just confessed!??

PLEASE NEVER APOLOGIZE i am reading this kicking my feet and giggling PROMISE

:"))))) i still can't wrap my head around the fact something i wrote made u feel sm like this is peak compliment to me thank u so so much ☹️☹️☹️☹️

"your pieces always feel real, like they were pulled from a life, a moment that was already lived" wah this is so beautifully written and it made me very emotional,,, i always leave small parts of me in every fic i write (for instance i relate to the sensitive bit in volcano) so i love it when ppl say they relate as well, i try to make the fics feel as human as possible, because we're all flawed but it doesn't make us any less beautiful or deserving of love, yk?

IM GLAD U LIKED IT!!!! i love the eye contact through the mirror too.. the tension it holds 🤭

and yes!!!! rain is such a powerful release i love it sm so IM VERY HAPPY U LIKED THAT SCENE!!!! i need to do this when it finally rains again for me :")

thank u so much for sending this in, u are so sweet and this made me feel so warm and fuzzy inside. thank u thank u honey <33333

#ccawz #sahar's.asks <3

[iamthecomet]

Hi Comet!!

How's your day? Mood? Weather? Are you ready for the upcoming summer?🔥

I have exams starting again soon (I am studying to be a veterinarian), and this time there are A LOT and they are all difficult..☠️ I think I'm gonna die.. Because I can barely think at the end of the day, and it's getting hot outside, just like in the classrooms.. And they make us sit still in medical gowns just as always 🥲

But Mushy May keeps me alive✨✨ Trying stay positive!!!

Hiiii! If you want an honest answer to the "how are you" it's going to be complicated. I am just...*vague distant screaming*. I am very ready for summer, but the last few weeks have just been one emotional blow after another like to the point that I've stopped even telling my IRL friends what's going on because it just seems rediculous. I've also been busier than usual so I can't even think about summer--I can barely think about tomorrow. I am exhausted and in survival mode and trying to finish a novel on top of it all because having it hanging over my head and weighing me down isn't helping. But, in the long run, I am alright. I'll be alright. I'm just a little HUF;JKDSAFSD right now. ♥ Thank you for asking--sorry I don't have a happier answer. Weather here today was rainy and gloomy. But mostly it's been gorgeous. Bright blue skies. Warm but not hot yet, really lovely. I've spent a lot of time sitting in the sun reading--it makes me feel so much better. I am sending you ALL the good vibes for your exams. They sound so hard but you've got this and they'll be over before you know it!! I love that you want to be a Vet. That always seems like such a hard but rewarding and really special job. I'm so far behind on Mushy May (both reading and writing) but I love logging in and seeing everyones and I am so excited to have the energy to read through all the ones I've missed. They're all SO GOOD.

#comet comments #Mio

[levmada]

Hey Gee! Congrats on 1k! Im so happy whenever I see you on my dash 💛. For the 1k event, Im feeling of Kitty Levi (domestic?) hurt/comfort: "I'm not leaving you, [name]." Bc i cant help but hc kitty levi with abandonment issues 🥲 hope you have a good year ahead! 💛

(੭ु ›ω‹ )੭ु⁾⁾♡

omg thank you🥺i loved writing this one it's very appreciated💞sending love

content/warnings: insecure Levi, implied past abuse, domestic, hybrids+heat (kind of) (kitty levi), hurt/comfort, hyper-vigilance, some angst

wc: ~1.4k

Light from the TV casts light through the dark of the living room and across your and Levi’s faces.

His eyes are on the screen, but the screen might as well be dark, and he might as well be alone. His ears idle, twitching lazily.

It’s been one year, almost, since you’ve shared your home with him… but maybe half that since he warmed up to the idea of someone caring about him without—conditions. Someone who wants him not for a fetish, or a pet, just...

You giggle at something on the screen and he blinks out of his stupor, eyes darting around to make sense of whatever just happened.

Usually, he wouldn’t care so much.

“Levi, Do you wanna put on something different?”

“Why?”

You turn sheepish. “It doesn’t seem like you’re… having fun.”

“No,” he replies, a little too fast. “I am. Having fun.”

His stomach drops when you pause it, then push your blanket off.

For some time he’s reverted into isolating his personal space. It’s not like he is the most affectionate of his kind (he learned not to be, because owners never shared Levi’s more innocent intentions), but the distance, despite how much he craves it, is safe. He has disciplined himself to not need to rub up against you, and to not be tricked into feeling protected when you say what you say and do what you do.

“Are you okay?” A warm palm comes up and settles on his cheek, but he turns away, fluffed ears flattening.

This is bad. You got onto him a little this morning because he had been cleaning so damn much that his hands were starting to turn red, and blister. Now he is worse, acting out again.

He knows you’re not cruel, never, and he knows you know him well enough to tell when he’s stressed, but not what about. When will you hit your breaking point?

Then you reach up and pet down his low ears, and it instantly calms him so that he flinches away. His tail bristles.

“Going to bed.” Levi forces the words out and shoots up before you can say anything else.

You share a bed, but there is a guest bedroom he used to use, and has gotten into the habit of using again since he realized what day was coming up. On the first night, you peeked in and asked if he was alright, and Levi said fine, he was alright. He was fine.

He gets it, that he is neglecting giving you the attention you always give him. At least half of the reason he has been working so hard around the house is to compensate for that.

(His kind aren’t allowed… jobs, in the conventional sense, and you work hard.)

Under the duvet, his cheek pressed to a cool pillow, he curls up and feels the darkness eat at him. He doesn’t feel like anything more than a bad emotion. He has been bad, by all accounts. Bad and bad and bad.

A solid knock on the door at some point in this strange stream of time jolts him even though he wasn't sleeping.

Light from the hall darkens your visage when you peek in. “You didn’t have any dinner, want me to make you something?”

His chest twists violently, and so he rolls over to face the wall. His mouth feels like a desert.

“Not hungry,” he replies. He isn't.

“Okay.” It sounds like you're letting him down gently. “See you in the morning, baby.”

“…’night.”

The next morning, Levi wakes up early to the heat pelting off his skin, suffocated by the blankets.

With a raspy grunt he kicks them off, rolls onto his belly, and shoves his face in the rumpled pillow. He rubs his cheek into it madly, at random, for something, but in his fog he only smells detergent and faint traces of his own shampoo. A keening noise vibrates his throat.

He shoves himself up into a sit, and nudges his legs together. A grimace twists his expression.

His heat isn’t here, not quite yet, but he feels the haze in the outskirts of his mind, that faint buzzing creeping down his limbs.

Where are you? part of him whines, then remembers.

Cursing, standing, Levi manages somehow to fly through his morning routine and bolt downstairs. At this time, you won’t be awake yet, so he can make breakfast before his heat starts, and then lock himself away in the guest bedroom, or even better, a closet.

He has faced all his heats up until a year ago alone, or as alone as he could get. One more wont kill him, but it will be fucking agony.

Morning light glides over his hands as he starts up coffee for you, and then pulls out the kettle for his tea. That (so soon) is when his limbs grow languid and heavy, and he has to stop at the counter to brace himself.

A pinched sense of longing sits in his chest. He closes his eyes.

The soft, even steps descending the stairs doesn’t register until it is too late, and there you stand in the doorway, watching him with a troubled look that tugs your lips down.

His shoulders hunch. “Go away.”

You say his name full of tenderness. All you offer him is that care.

He’s already weak, weak for you, when you approach and your arms come up around his waist from behind. It is like being swallowed. What does he do?—How does he escape?

Your head drops on his shoulderblade, massaging the other side in soft motions, and he melts with a swallowed mewl. Heat is so fucking close he can taste it.

You notice. “Do you really want me to go away?”

He swallows hard. By your calf, his tail twitches, even though his ears lay flat. You take that as an answer.

“Why’re you pulling away so much, hm?” You sway gently. “You know… the bed’s been cold without you; I miss you. Tell me what I'm doing wrong, and I’d do better for you. I want you to be comfortable.”

He shifts, almost squirming. My bed has been cold, he wants to say. Make me stop.

“You haven’t been keeping track,” he manages.

“Keeping track...?”

His jaw moves helplessly as your hand follows down his spine, and massages the small of his back. He’s craving, but he doesn’t know what. An inevitable tell for his heat incoming.

What if you’re bluffing? he can't help but think, despite himself. What if the paperwork just hasn’t arrived yet, and you forgot?

His ears lay flat and firm, like downturned airplane wings. “A year. Since you’ve had me. Did you really not know that’s when you can get rid of me for free?"

The adoption program, it allows a certain trial period around the first year mark. Before that, and after, you would have to pay to get rid of him.

In the past, his owners didn’t wait that long, but you aren’t that wealthy, which he liked about you from the start. That is also what makes this terrifying.

The air is eerily still for too long. He pants and squirms harder, caught between the urge to escape and fall right into you. Are you shocked?—Or caught in the deceit?

“If you're sick of me—”

“Levi—”

“—just say that.”

“Levi.”

That tone. He freezes.

You sigh. Instead of letting him go, you squeeze him to your front and kiss his hairline, then his cheek. “What in the world made you think I was sick of you?”

His jaw locks and jams, teeth grinding from the fear-feeling up high in his chest. It’s hard to think.

“Didn’t,” he whispers.

He is so afraid, because he has never been wanted for this long. Being kissed at breakfast and indulged by buying teas, and being allowed to hold and be held after fucking.

But it has never felt that way with you, either. You make it so scary in a way he can’t get enough of.

You kiss his hair and ask, “Why’re you so afraid?”

He finds himself rendered mute, like his tongue has gone too swollen for him to say a single word. Mind blank.

He whines instead, rubbing back against you; his heat is almost on top of him now.

“Poor baby… I’m not leaving you, Levi. That's the last thing I want.”

“I…” He leans into the warm kisses pelting his neck. “What’s the first thing?”

“Your heat’s about to start,” you say into his jaw, warm fingers prodding up underneath his sweater. “What do you think?”

“Please—make me stop, just.”

“Then c’mere.” You pull on him. “Come with me.”

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WOOOO WEEEE. Oh my freaking GOODNESS 😭💖 Heart so warm going boom boom rn. DAD RGB LETS GO 😭❤️💚💛💖❤️💚💙 🥹 I love found family 🤧 ❤️‍🩹

God this is just too cute 😭 💖 and probably kind of sad 🥲. I love this duo and think it would be so sweet if he’s okay with her calling him Dad 🤧💖 (I’m not so sure if that will happen but like djdjwis 💥 💖 🚁)

Okay so time to analyze this. I think RGB might be feeling momentary shock but then the realization settles slowly into him that Hero sees HIM as a father figure. I think this may make him to feel warm by the idea because he does really care about and has grown to become really if fond Hero, as much as it may pain him to admit and definitely deeply attached. I think he feels deeply touched yet also panic because of the attachment he knows they have both grown to have after he was so sure he wouldn’t get attached and maybe didn’t consider Hero getting attached too. I think he may also feel and painfully guilty, feeling like he doesn’t deserve to be called Dad by hero by Hero after bringing her to the World of make believe and no longer with the people that were her family she can no longer remember. But she remembers all the times he saved her from danger and made her feel better, but RGB doesn’t remember all those things. Fortunately he does remember some things though, like all the times hero needed emotional support or helped her face her fear of the dark.

He never realized how much hero really cares about him too, not only being a guide in the world of make believe for her but also a guardian who does his best to keep her as safe and feel safe too. They both are attached to each other. After going Negative, Hero would always somehow bring unconscious RGB with her to their next destination. She would find a way to bring him their next destination and continue this adventure and in this journey they have grown to become much closer than when they originally met.

One of my favorite parts we can see the growth in Hero’s attachment that could have been easily missed or read over is when she and RGB meet The thrush-hold Guardian or T.G. She was scared and seeked security by clinging to RGB’s from behind his leg and RGB was going on to TG about looking more friendly as to not frighten Hero. One big one from RGB imo is when he made hero wear her amour before diving into the lake of tears to protect her self although it was already really hot out because of all the sun’s on the sky. When she came back without her amour on her and nearly dissolved he rushed to her aid and gave her his coat to slow her from dissolving and after he gave her a hug she stopped dissolving (well her legs were still getting back to normal but after giving her, the boots she loves back she was okay again.) (okay I’m getting a little side tracked because my brain can’t decided what to think I’m the right order to sound good but this also makes me think about a post I saw about the amour (which means love in French) and how cell said it’s made or filled with love which is much better protection than a armour and a sword how hero had envisioned. Which she took off in the lake of years but RGB’s coat, his hug and her boots were able to stop her from melting and it makes me want to happy scream and eat my squish mallows. Anyways continue)

They both really are attached. RGB making made hero laugh when she was scared as they were confronted by Click, letting her cry about the night mares that got her in the cave and giving her a comforting hug, cracking a few cheesy jokes to make her feel better and doing what he can to make sure hero feels good. He sacrificed himself to get Hero away from the Fears and the Grief, getting her first away from the Nothing knowing he likely couldn’t make it and getting protective of Hero when the butterfly stole her eyes. They booth really care about each other and it’s just so 🤌📈 💖💥💯🚁

Ramble/ theory(I think ?): What if by calling RGB dad,Hero causes an ever so slight small shift in the world of make believe? Because she’s the Hero and what she does has the potential to impact this world. Like how right now they are a both a ‘what’, a guide/monster/guardian and a Hero. But can you be a who and a what. What if by calling RGB dad this also changes the kind of ‘what’ that they both are? Because RGB is multiple what’s so could hero also be multiple what’s or also a who? Or do who’s not have a great part in this world. Like a father and a daughter are what’s but they are also who’s, so could this apply here too? They are not the who’s that they used to be before being in The World of Make Believe (TWoMB) but a different kind of who because they are more of a what than a who in this world. (Idk if I’m making any sense I’m in three hours I’d sleep but I hope someone understands what I’m trying to say)

Ramble #2:

I’m SO EXCITED and SCARED to see how RGB will react to Hero calling him dad and the anticipation has me on the verge of COMBUSTING.

I feel like actually he might brush it off with minor panic thinking she can’t m possibly think if RGB as a father and just feel bad for taking her from her family.

Or

He will become a slight emotional train wreck for a good minute and then not tell hero in the morning that she called him dad in her sleep and act as of nothing happened with just more attachment and deeper fear of loosing her. (If this were to happen I feel like next time the fears come and if one gets him Hero may assume it would drag him to a water source but then for some reason tries to take her away or try to hurt her. If hero was struck though, I’m not exactly sure what she’s afraid of besides the dark but I’m maybe also something to do with getting separated from RGB or something happening to him.)

AgGhsheisjnejsos R a b i e s jdbeiaoubsbHUhbenKIje

Ramble #3:

Okay my previous brain ramble and analysis is done I just agh I freaking love this story, I could write pages upon pages of how much I love it. It’s just so cleverly written and gives the perfect amount of all sorts of feelings and things existing with clever names and meanings and hat they do, it’s just so AGHHH it’s oh so delicious.

It scratches my brain the right way in places where I can’t reach. I convinced one of my best friends to read it and she rly likes it too so I got the books for us and we are going to read unbecoming during our winter brake and go feral reading TPoH again. Anyways thanks for reading my rambles <3

#the property of hate #rgb tpoh #rgb #tpoh hero #hero #dad gb #dadrgb #my feels are going rabidly feral #tpoh spoilers #tpoh flood page 502

[peachdues]

I hope you’re having a good day/evening! Anyways , I had a conversation with my brother yesterday about well everything we’ve went through and it was refreshing that we had that talk now I’m crying like a baby 🥲 I love him so much …

Oh my gosh, I’m so glad you got to have that talk with him! I hope things feel better, even after all the emotions settle, and I’m so happy you have him.

Thank you for sharing, this made me all warm and fuzzy!