#hopefully tomorrow i will do some actual work lol

[etheries1015]

Heheha!!! Could I request about being Lilia Vanrouge's personal "stress ball"? (Aka relieve of stress via sex)

And he just LOVES degrading you and doing stuff to make you cry and beg?

Imagine if he like, makes you go on his cock while he's lying down, and he just orders you to pleasure him because he's too lazy too (what a lie) and he will randomly snap his hips at random times up just to see your reaction. Then it would go to full-blown fucking after a while, but y'know, you get it

Fingering you while you're blindfolded and you have to guess which finger he's using. Get it wrong, and you don't get to cum! But he lies, and makes you beg to cum. Fucks you into tomorrow, ehe!

Etc, etc...

Then imagine that after the war, he realises that he actually likes you! Confession? Fluff? And more smut? Lol my brain is now empty, pls expand.

AHHHHHHHHHH I READ THIS A COUPLE TIMES OVER BECAUSE IT'S SO GOOD??? moister than an oyster over here eheheheheh I wrote something pretty similar about this concept of Lilia taking home a human sex toy, it is very short and not in-depth but you can take a read of it -> HERE hehehe

This might be a little dark, so warning you... 18+ below with some dark themes, a bit of non-con sprinkled in there. Rough fucking, Lilia a little mean :[ but he turns out pretty soft hearted after it all <3 mildly rushed, hopefully you still enjoy <3

But I LOVE to imagine the fact that it starts out as just a fling- a way for him to let out his anger and frustrations through pleasurable means. To see you cry out as he continues to thrust into you- the chains on your hands making your wrists become sore. You kind of liked this, though, being tied up and used as the Generals release. Something about it was enticing to you, despite the toll it sometimes takes upon your body.

He lets you free of course, but he loves the way you tighten around him and how much more warm you feel when you're chained up. There's times when he comes back utterly exhausted from the days endeavors, sitting down with his head tilted back and his hands covering his eyes, legs spreading. His gaze flickers down to your needy body, before he unzips his pants pulling out his cock. Soft at first, before he tells you to entertain him enough to get him hard.

If you weren't able to properly arouse him- you'd be punished for it either later or in that moment. Depends how "tired" he is.

"You understand I've had a long day, don't you, my little bat? You can't even get me hard all by yourself. I guess I have to do all of the work, don't I?" He grabs a fist full of your hair, pushing your head into the pillow before roughly grabbing you by the hips and pulling your ass to meet his pelvis. He grinds into you before tearing your pants, your feeble whines falling upon deaf ears as he pumps his cock a time or two before entering your hole painfully slow. Now you're whining for a different reason- Lilia chuckling at such neediness. All at once he suddenly snaps his hips against your ass, leaving marks upon the back of your neck almost drawing blood. Your punishment, he says.

Over time, you felt as if Lilia was getting "bored" of you. He was coming home later than usual and didn't call upon your services as often. But this was far from the truth. He started to find himself...interested in you. Once he walked in on you indulging in your hobby, simply existing. You were so beautiful in that moment in his eyes- the way you were focusing on your task, now allowing the outside world to interfere with your happiness in that moment. Being so used to seeing hatred and bloodshed, Lilia almost forgot what it was like to be happy. He began to realize that you were indeed more than just a toy to be used at his disposal, and with this slight change of heart, he began to treat you differently.

Coming closer to the end of the war, instead of keeping you up all night to have his way with you, it would be spent asking you questions and talking about what life would be like after the war. Your hopes and dreams, your hobbies, your future plans. He began to bring you heartier food and random trinkets he felt would suite your interests, even bringing you a peony at some point, not without a deep blush and quickly disappearing into thin air almost as if to avoid your reaction. He was becoming gentler, and you weren't sure how to feel about it. Was it a trap? Was he getting your hopes up to take you by surprise? After all, you spent so long thinking you had not much worth besides being used for his sick and twisted pleasure.

Once the war was officially declared as over, you were his first visit. The first on his mind in which he wanted to share this moment, running swiftly to the cottage in which you took shelter in. You were standing in front of the garden with a smile on your face as he came back to you.

During that period in which he began to treat you differently, you had also become much more light hearted and comfortable around the fae. Perhaps a mistake you often wondered about, yet you continued on with reckless abandon nonetheless. "Lilia! It's finally over! I'm so proud-" You were cut off as he ran to you and immediately smashed his lips against yours. He had never kissed you so gently yet so passionately at the same time- his hands snaking around your body and pulling you close, almost like...a hug. Your heart dropped for a moment- thinking perhaps this was the time in which he decided to ravage you. When the war was over and worries were off his mind- he could have his way with you once again. How twisted.

"...Shall I go get my chains?" He was startled at this, pulling away and looking you in the eyes with a hint of sadness and guilt. He shook his head, pressing his forehead against yours with his hands trembling as he cupped your cheeks, peering into your eyes.

"No more chains," He muttered, "I thought I made it clear that you are not worth your body to me anymore. I apologize if I did not make that clear, my little bat." The nickname he had chosen for you sounded much softer, much more kind, and in the most loving tone, unlike the degradation you were subjected to. You bit your bottom lip as if to hide a giddy smile, Lilia taking notice of this and pressing a kiss against your forehead. The war was over, and Lilia had finally confessed his feelings for you.

The first time you two have sex, he asked permission.

"Can we...I..." He was stuttering over his words. Lilia was so used to taking what he wanted from you that it felt almost weird and awkward to ask for permission- but he promised to do it right.

"I would like to make love with you."

This time, he was gentle. Taking his time with you. He gently lay your back against the bed and propped your legs over his shoulders, bending over to pepper kisses around your face and love marks on your chest. He asked you if you were alright, and was certain to prep you before entering. Your fingers interlocked with each other, his thrusts were short and intimate yet reached the deepest parts of you. This time, it was for your pleasure- not just his own for the taking. With every thrust and every whispered "I love you's" came with praise you were unfamiliar with. This wasn't the same general who simply used you to fill to the brim and bark orders at, this was someone who wanted you to feel the love with every stroke of his hips and dulcet words that left his once fiery mouth.

it's truly a wonder how much people can change.

( @mellowwillowy I think you'd enjoy this one, pookie)

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[its-time-to-write]

Hi! I requested the last Jamie tartt/Kent!Sister that’s not phoebes mom.

Do you think you could another one with phoebe and Roy spending the day with them and phoebe making Roy jealous of how she adores Jamie? And reader just getting baby fever,and Roy figuring out she is and freaking out. Lol sorry it’s a lot! Thanks and love ur writing✨💜

Your wish is my command! I’m trying to get out of my writer’s block, so hopefully I’ll have more fics out tomorrow. We’ll see!

would it be enough if i could never give you peace?

Molly is at work. Again. Which means you’re watching Phoebe with your brother, Roy. You point out that Roy doesn’t technically have to be here, but Phoebe vehemently protests that he does. 

“Who will be the princess?” she asks, and you decide not to tell her that you wouldn’t mind. You sneak photos of Roy in the tiara to send to Jamie under the express condition that he never show anyone else. Jamie tells you that seeing the photo is enough for him. 

Jamie is not scared of Roy, by the way. Sure, he’s dating the youngest Kent sibling and sure, Roy hates his guts, but it’s all a show, innit? 

At least, that’s what Molly tells you both when you’re sitting at her kitchen table, distraught at 11pm. 

But regardless of Roy’s feelings, he’s going to have to get over it because you love Jamie and he’s here to stay and that’s that. You’re actually meeting him at the park (per Phoebe’s request) and then the four of you are headed to lunch and a movie. 

Jamie’s waiting on a bench by the time you make it to the park, and he lights up at the sight of you. He stands to greet you, but is intercepted by a running Phoebe. He puts his footballer reflexes to good use as he swings her high into the air as you shake your head grinning, and Roy just shakes his head. 

You watch Jamie put Phoebe back on the ground and begin some elaborate secret handshake and, like lightning, you’re struck with a feeling of oh shit.

“Oh shit,” you breathe aloud. 

Roy takes a sideways glance at you and his frown deepens.  “No,” he says, but you’re not listening. 

Because all you can think about is Jamie swinging your own kid into the air, or holding a tiny baby, or teaching a toddler how to kick a football.

In fact, it’s all you can think about the entire time you’re out. You forget to breathe as he teases Phoebe about her lunch order and Roy has to elbow you and say, “For fuck’s sake.” 

Phoebe is holding Jamie’s hand and skipping on the way to the movie while you and Roy walk a ways behind them. His knee’s hurting him a little bit, so you’ve linked your arm around his.

“Just like when we were kids, huh Roy-o?” you grin.

Roy snorts. “Don’t really remember us walking fucking hand-in-hand, unless it was me dragging you away from Molly and her fucking marshmallow shooter.”

You shudder. “You know she used to lick them so they’d stick to us, right?”

Roy grimaces. “And you want a kid with marshmallow-licking genes with fucking Tartt? He’s practically a fucking child himself.”

You open your mouth to protest but Roy shakes his head. 

“Don’t fucking argue with me, I see how you fucking look at him when he’s with Phoebe. Can practically hear the fucking wedding bells.”

You check to see if Jamie’s looking (he isn’t) then you punch Roy in the arm. “Fuck off, Roy. You love being an uncle. And Molly keeps asking when me and Jamie are going to take another step in our relationship, and maybe this is it. I mean sure, he’s a footballer and like probably the best one Richmond has ever seen-” Roy interjects with an oi- “and generally footballers don’t even want to settle down, but he’s dating me, and sure, it’s probably a little to fuel his obsession with you, I mean come on, our family has great eyebrows so it’s not a surprise that Jamie and I are together and fucking hell, Roy, he’d be such a great dad.”

Roy says, “You talked to fucking Molly about this?” like he’s been betrayed by his best friend.

You shrug with the one arm that isn’t held in his. “We all grew up in the same home and you didn’t realize that Molls is fucking nosy? Come on, Roy.”

Roy says, “Fucking hell,” and then you’re at the movie theater and unable to continue talking.

—

It is fucking late and you’re back at Jamie’s house. It’s just you two, and you’re in the kitchen with the dim lights on. You stayed at Molly’s after the movie while Roy cooked dinner, then stayed till she got back from the hospital. You and Jamie both decided you weren’t tired, which is why you’re on the floor of the kitchen eating out of a tub of ice cream.

You’ve both made a considerable dent when you put your spoon down and say, “Jamie.”

“Hm?” he asks, mouth full of mint chip.

“Do you-” you hesitate. “Do you ever think about where this is going?”

Jamie swallows and is silent, so you continue talking.

“I mean, obviously we don’t have to talk about it, I know that it’s a lot and we’re kind of just messing around, right? And with football and all that you don’t really have the whole settling-down kind of lifestyle, and anyway if you do it should probably be with a model or a pop star, especially since you’ve got the whole Beckham look going on right now.”

Jamie rolls his eyes and laughs. “That’s what you think? I’ve got the girl of my dreams and you think I’d dump you for a fucking model?”

You shrug without meeting his eyes.

“Oi,” Jamie says softly. “Is that really what you think? Or is this about something else?” He nudges your shoulder with his.

You sigh and turn to face him. “Look, I’ll tell you, but don’t fucking laugh or I’ll get Roy to mess you up.”

Jamie nods.

“I have baby fever.”

Jamie breaks into a grin and despite yourself, you mirror it.

“Don’t fucking laugh!” you protest, “It’s a real thing! And I have it so fucking bad, that all I could think about today is how much I wanted to go home and fuck you. I have no idea what we even did today. And Molly is always on me about giving Pheebs a cousin but I think it would actually kill Roy if I had a kid, because he still thinks of me as his baby sister even though I’m a literal adult.”

Jamie is shaking with poorly suppressed laughter and you shove him with your shoulder. “Why are you laughing, Jamie?” you giggle. “This is a real issue!”

Jamie is practically wheezing, doubled over and holding his sides. 

“Babe,” he manages to get out, “usually I’m the one who’s thinking about fucking you all the time. It’s fucking hilarious that it was you. Now you know what it’s like.”

Good lord, this boy. 

“And,” he continues, starting to wind down, “I didn’t realize Molly was talking to ya. Would’ve said something sooner if I knew.” He takes the ice cream out of your hands and pulls you onto his lap. You’re facing him, straddling his thighs. He places one hand on your cheek and the other on the back of your neck. “Love,” he says, “I’ve thought about it. I’ve thought about it a fucking lot, actually. I want all that shit with you, a wedding, kids, whatever. I ain’t ever letting you go.”

You smile and thread your fingers through his hair. “Oh yeah?” you ask. “What else have you thought about?”

Jamie’s eyes darken and his tongue darts between his teeth. “Well,” he says, hands sliding from your neck to your waist and under your shirt, “though about all the work it takes to make a baby.”

“Oh yeah?” you ask, except it comes out as a gasp because his hands are tracing soft patterns on your skin and you’re barely keeping yourself together, but you manage to breathe out a, “What else?”

Jamie smirks. “Well babe, pretty sure we’d have to be somewhere other than the floor to get the whole experience.”

You’re on your feet in a flash and pulling Jamie up the stairs to the bedroom. You’re good with this type of future planning.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[greenteasnoothie]

A writer for RE! And requests are open! Sorry, I'm excited and sleep deprived lol, may I request with this prompt i found? "when you're the one they look at, even if they're at the other end of the room". What if (insert character) is the one looking at you and you wonder if you offended them or something because they look at you or watch you with a neutral or serious expression. But what you don't know is that they're trying to figure out why he can't stop looking at you. And those that know (insert character) know that the (insert character) is actually happy or smitten by reader. I don't know which RE character to choose because I like most of them 😅

“When you’re the one they look at, even if they’re at the other end of the room”

HI ANON THANKS FOR THE REQUEST!!! I decided I’m going to do two characters for this request because why not!

Parings: Leon X Gen!Reader, Wesker X Gen!Reader

♡ = time-skip

Genre: Fluff, maybe little tiny little bit of angst

Content mentioned:kissing, some swears,

Word count: Leon:445 Wesker:345

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Leon S Kennedy

It was like any other D.S.O meeting, talking about your next mission and OH MY GOD CAN LEON STOP STARING AT YOU?

The whole meeting Leon would not take his eyes off of you and not only that, his neutral expression is making you think he’s mad at you.

Thinking about everything and anything you have or could have done to pissed Leon off takes your attention for the whole meeting.

You Jump when Benford closes his folder particularly loud, ending the meeting and snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Gosh dammit,” Leon curses under his breath as he watches you quickly leave the room, it’s clear to him

that you noticed him staring. Leon rubs his face with his hand quickly sighing as he does so.

♡

You don’t see Leon for the rest of the day, making you think he really is mad at you.

Once you’re home you decide to call Claire and tell her, out of everyone she would hopefully know if Leon is mad at you and why…right? So you grab your phone and call Claire.

“Hello,”

“Hey Claire, you busy?”

“Nope, why whats up?”

“Well, I think Leon is mad at me,”

“What makes you say that?”

*You tell claire why you think Leon is mad at you*

Claire chuckles a little after you finish telling her why you think Leon is mad at you,

“Y/N, I don’t think Leon is mad at you,” Claire says giggling a little.

“Wha- what makes you say that?”

“I just wouldn't worry about it Y/N, I recommend talking to Leon about it when you see him tomorrow.”

“Okay, Thanks Claire i'll keep you updated,”

“You got it Y/N, anytime.”

♡

The next day at work you find Leon in the breakroom, you decide to do what Claire recommends you to do and talk to leon.

“Hey Leon,” You say as you walk up to him

“Oh, hey Y/N What's up?”

“Leon, are you mad at me?”

“Wha- why would I be mad at you Y/N?”

“Well you were staring at me for the whole meeting yesterday, and then I didn't see you for the rest of the day and-”

You get interrupted by Leon chuckling

“Y/N I’m not mad at you and I was never,”

“Then what’s wrong Leon?”

“Y/N I think I have feelings for you…I didn’t know but I’ve been thinking about it and I think I do,”

You pause processing what you just heard Leon say to you.

“Fuck sorry Y/N I-” Leon starts to say before you cut him off by giving him a peck on the lips.

(Sorry idk how else to end this!)

Albert Wesker (RE1)

Since you joined S.T.A.R.S you have noticed or at least felt that your captain always was staring at you, and when you did catch him staring he always had a hard look on his face.

♡

“I think he’s mad at me Jill,” you say as you watch your captain walk back into his office after he noticed you noticed him staring.

“Oh no what did you do this time Y/N,” Chris says in a almost mocking tone

“Shut up Chris,” you say as you playfully slap his arm

“Seriously though Y/N, wouldn’t worry about it,”Jill says empathetically

“Yeah Jill’s right, don’t worry about it, Weskers most likely got RBF (resting bitch face),” Chris says, letting out a chuckle.

You laugh along with Chris and continue with what you're doing.

♡

It’s been a few days since you got that “advice” from Jill and Chris, and well.. it didn’t really help. There’s still something in the back of your brain that is telling you that you most definitely did something to piss your captain off, and you're pretty sure your thoughts were confirmed when your captain called you into his office.

You walk over to your captains office and knock on the closed door soon followed by you walking into the room.

“Close the door behind you and sit down,” your captain says to you in a calm yet somewhat serious tone, you close the door and sit down in the seat across from your captain so you're facing him.

“Y/N what would you say about dinner tonight at (restaurant name here) around let’s say hmm 7:30?”

You are caught completely off guard by what your captain just said to you but answer to the best of your ability.

“Oh uhm.. I would love to captain!” You say sitting up a little straighter

“Albert's fine dear,” Wesker grins and continues, “so it’s a date then, see you then.”

“Uhh yeah, see you then ca-Albert,” you say as a mini smile appears on your face as you walk out.

A/N: Hi Hi thanks for reading lovely !! Anywho I was going to add Chris and Krauser but I have so many other reqs I need to do rn so I’m kinda freaking out and I didn’t know how to start Chirs’s story so I kinda gave up on him, I got midway through Krausers but also gave up so if you do want me to do both of those men I will probably, eventually 😎😎!!

IM ALSO OPEN FOR EMOJI ANONS 😈

© silly-little-fan-grll, 2023. do not repost, translate or copy my work.

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[fangirleaconmigo]

Folks, friends, so I got an ask a long time ago from my dear panur which is a prompt for book boys Geralt and Dandelion getting it on after Geralt is turned away from a brothel.

I ask for prompts because I'm like, oh, I'll get practice writing something fast and short.

But guys, I can literally never do that. I've been working on this thing for months.

And I really actually like it and I think you will too (I hope anyway lol). I'm excited to share it. Hopefully today or tomorrow. Putting some finishing touches.

#gerlion #the witcher #the witcher fanfic #geralt of rivia #dandelion #descarada writes

[forever-rogue]

Eddie at a low point. Starting to believe he's actually a freak. Till he meets someone special who makes him see that he's not??? Idk I suck at this kinda thing lol

AN | When I say I made myself a little sad with this (but then patched it right up)! Comforting Eddie? Yes please 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.4k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Maybe taking a walk out late at night by yourself near the lake, lover’s lake, might not have been your best or brightest idea. But being inside had been stifling and you just had to get out and get some fresh air or you were sure that you were going to have a breakdown and lose it. You’d started off with going for a drive but soon decided to get out and stretch your legs. A small flashlight was tucked in your pocket, just in case, but you found yourself drawn to the water’s edge. 

It was peaceful out here, a different sort of quiet that was filled with the chirps and scurries of nighttime creatures and the soft lull of the water. It was a welcome change, the stillness making your body relax as you sat down on the bank, stretching your legs out in front of you. A small sigh escaped your lips as you sat back and looked up into the starry night sky. You tried to pick out some of the constellations, but quickly realized that you couldn’t tell one star from another. But that didn’t change their beauty or the magic they seemed to hold over you. 

You sat there for a while, letting yourself relax and listen to the sounds of the evening nature before a different noise caught your attention. If it hadn’t been so quiet and you hadn’t been listening so intently, you might have noticed it. But no…that was definitely the sound of another person. Instinctively you jumped to your feet and looked around, your hand ready to reach for the flashlight. There wasn’t much a flashlight was going to do against an attacker, but it was better than nothing. Hopefully. 

“Hello?” you asked softly, looking around and trying to pick out different shapes in the darkness. No response came to your question and the logical part of your brain was telling you to go back to your car and just head home. But, as the age old saying went, curiosity killed the cat and you found yourself walking in the direction of the sound. 

As you were walking as quietly as possible, you heard the sound a few more times. Was someone…crying? Your heart dropped at the thought.

“Hello?” you took a few more steps before coming upon what you were sure was another person, sitting on a blanket on the bank of the lake. It was hard to make them out in the dark and it was no wonder you hadn’t spotted them earlier. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you took a few more slow, hesitant steps, “h-hi.”

“Jesus,” the owner of the voice jumped to their feet in surprise as you yelped and jumped back. You thought for sure that they would have heard you coming but apparently you had been more stealthy than you had thought, “where did you come from?!”

You hastily grabbed the flashlight from your back pocket and turned it on, making sure to keep it from shining in their eyes. You had to work to keep the sound of your surprise from escaping your lips as you realized the person you had heard was…Eddie Munson. He was the last person you thought you’d run into at the lake at almost midnight. Or…perhaps he was exactly the person you would find here. 

“Eddie?” you asked softly as you took a step closer to him. His eyes widened in surprise at the fact that it was you and the fact that you knew his name. He knew you, but he had no clue you knew him. You studied him in the moment of his stunned silence, and noticed that his cheeks were ruddy and slightly damp, his soft eyes glossy with what you presumed were unshed tears, “i-is everything alright? Are you okay?”

“You know my name.”

“W-what?” you asked in surprise as you just gave him a curious little look, “of course I do, Eddie. We’ve been in school tomorrow since we were kids…why wouldn’t I know who you are?”

He was well aware of that fact; he’d always known who you were. You fascinated him in some ways and he’d always found himself drawn to you. He just never thought that you’d remember him, “I…don’t know. I…”

When he trailed off, you offered him a gentle smile, “it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me anything. But…ummm, if you ever need someone to listen or just be with, I-I’m here, Eddie. You just have to ask.”

“Yeah?” his voice was barely above a whisper as he looked at you, his expression a mixture of a hundred emotions all at once. That was exactly who he was - everything all at once. 

“Yeah,” you promised, holding up your hand and sticking your pinky out to him. He looked at your outstretched hand for a moment before barking out a laugh and hooking his pinky around yours, “now it’s a pink promise. Neither of us can ever break it.”

“Can I ask you something now?”

“Yes,” you grinned at him and suddenly he felt like maybe things weren’t so bad. Maybe the things like your megawatt smile made everything worth it; if nothing else, it made him feel better in the moment.

“Will you stay?” he pointed to the blanket that he’d placed on the ground when he first arrived, “sit with me for a while?”

You answered his question by plopping down and crossing your legs as tilted your head to the side, indicating for him to sit down. He did so, occupying the space next to you, but still leaving enough of a space between your bodies so he wasn’t touching you. You pointed up at the cluster of stars, “how good are you at picking out constellations?”

“I couldn’t tell you a single one of them.”

“Good,” you grinned, as he looked over at you with a mixture of awe and amusement, “then we’ll make up our own!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Hi Eddie!” he looked up from the notebook he had been furiously scribbling in and caught your eye, a look of surprise crossing his features. There you were, this time in broad light and standing at the edge of his lunch table. There was a cheery smile on your face as you waved at him. He looked around for a moment, almost as if he wasn’t sure if you were speaking to him. You laughed lightly and nodded, “yes, you.”

“H-hi,” he responded with a small little wave of his own, “hi.”

“Hey, I was wondering if you wanted-”

A call of your name from across the cafeteria caught your attention and you looked around to find your friends waving for you to come over. You could see one girl, one of few in the group that you really didn’t like, cast a mocking little glance at Eddie. You rolled your eyes before shaking your head and brushing them off. Eddie wasn’t quite sure what was going on but as soon as you stepped closer to him, his cheeks flushed a light pink, “did you need something?”

“I was going to ask if you wanted to have lunch together,” your heart was hammering nervously against your chest as you anticipated what he would say. You’d been thinking about this moment for the last week, ever since you’d spent the evening at lover’s lake with him. You’d always seen him, but after that evening you felt like you really saw him. You saw Eddie, not just what people said or thought about him. And you couldn’t help but think that the two of you were more alike than different. He opened his mouth and made a confused little sound that caused you to want to run and hide, “i-if you want. If not, that’s okay too! I just…yeah. N-no worries though.”

“Stay,” his fingers delicately wrapped around your wrist to keep you from leaving. His touch was gentle, the tips of his fingers rough and calloused - a sharp contrast to the softness of your skin. You looked down and an electric shiver ran down your spine, “I’d…like it if you stayed.”

Of all the different outcomes you’d rehearsed in your head, this wasn’t one of them. You swallowed the lump that had welled up in your throat before sitting down. He looked at you incredulously for a moment before finally asking, “why?”

“Why not?” you brushed his fingers over his, letting the tips of your fingers drift over the cool metal of his rings. There was only a moment of his hesitation before he shook off any remaining awkwardness and launched right back into being Eddie.

“So, what do you know and D&D?”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Eds?” you waved your hand in front of his face, trying to recapture his attention. The two of you were sitting on the floor of the small living area of his trailer, a big bowl of popcorn between the two of you as some random horror movie played on TV. You’d been making comments but hadn’t received any response from him which was completely opposite from what you’ve come to expect, “Eddie?”

When he still didn’t respond you paused the move and turned so you were facing him, putting your hand tentatively on his cheek. The delicate touch of your warm skin seemed to snap him back into attention and his expression turned sheepish, “what’s up, princess?”

“I should be asking you that,” you pulled back your hand, not wanting to cross any boundaries and he found himself immediately missing the feeling, “what’s wrong? You were hardcore zoning out. Is everything alright? You’ve seemed a little…off lately. I hope you know that you can tell me anything. I…you mean a lot to me Eds, even if we haven’t been friends for that long.”

He gnawed on his bottom lip before turning to look away, in search of the right words to possibly convey what he was feeling. You noticed that he looked at the ceiling before blinking rapidly a few times, his soft umber eyes glossy. 

“Do you ever just feel…wrong?” his voice was barely above a whisper, almost as if he wasn’t sure if he wanted you to hear what he had to say. You reached for his hand and took it in yours, giving it a light squeeze, “sometimes I wonder if I really am this psychotic freak that everyone thinks I am.”

You caught his eye and studied him for a moment, your heart breaking at his words. You hated the idea that he felt that way about himself, and more importantly you hated that anyone would ever make him feel that way. Just because he was different didn’t mean he was a bad person, or a freak, or anything. You’ve come to know that he was one of the kindest, funniest, and most caring people you’d met. 

“I feel that way,” you confessed softly, “all the time. Some days…everyone’s expectations and pressures and all of it made me feel like I was going to lose it. I guess in some ways, I’d already lost myself. That night…at the lake, I went there because I just had to get away for a little bit. I couldn’t handle it. I think that maybe I’d gotten so used to being what people expected that I wasn’t me for a long time. But that’s changed, Eddie. Thanks to you. I’ve been happier since you’ve become my friend than I had been in so long. So yeah, I understand. Maybe not exactly the same way as you but…I know.”

“Guess I got you corrupted,” he laughed as a few tears welled up and rolled down his cheeks. Without a hesitation, you reached over and gently wiped them away, “I’m glad you stayed that night.”

“Me too,” you grinned at him, “best decision ever. But Eds, you’re not some sort of freak. You’re just different from what people want to consider normal and that’s on them. Maybe you are a weirdo or a freak, but that doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad thing. Let them think what they want, but you - and the ones that matter - know who you are.”

He reached for your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss to each finger. You couldn’t help but grin at him, “and just who am I, I wonder sometimes.”

“I don’t think any of us know who we really are,” you shrugged, “life is always changing and so are we. But as long as you stay true to what’s in your heart, you’ll be fine.”

“Sounds like someone’s inspired by all that shit we have to read in lit class,” he teased as you playfully huffed at him. But you could see his smile appear, the Eddie you knew peeking through.

“Shut up,” you gently pushed his chest but before you could pull away, he held your hand in place, “do you know who else you are, Eddie?”

“Who?”

“Someone I care very deeply for,” you had to get it out, you had to get all the thoughts and feelings you’d been harboring out. You could feel his heart beating rapidly under your palm, “someone that I…love.”

“Funny how that works out, huh?” Eddie wondered if your heart was beating as hard and fast as his, “I never thought you’d even know my name.”

“I’ve always seen you, Eddie,” you were suddenly much closer than you had thought and your nose was almost brushing against his, “I’ve only had a crush on you for like…five years.”

“No fucking way,” he couldn’t stop the words from sleeping out of his mouth as you just laughed. 

“Fucking way,” you insisted, “it’s not my fault you didn’t notice!”

“How was I used to think that the pretty, popular, sunshine and rainbows girl had a crush on me?” his hand was on the side of your neck, your skin felt like it was fire under his touch, “you just wanted a bad boy, huh?”

“Eddie,” you groaned, “you’re not bad, you’re not that cool.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” you were both grinning at each other like fools now, “are you gonna shut up and kiss me now, Munson?”

“Is that really what you want, pretty girl?” you took advantage of the moment and leaned in to kiss him, slowly and gently at first, testing the water to make sure it was okay. He practically groaned when you pulled back, “fuck, I want to kiss you forever.”

“Okay,” you promised softly, “forever sounds good to me.”

“I love you, you know.”

“I know. Now shut up and kiss me, Munson.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #st

[misc-obeyme]

Hii! I hope you're having a great day/night!

I absolutely loved your barbatos prompt for flufftober, seeing how much he works and how he doesn't seem to relax ever, I just feel the URGE to take care of him 😀😀😀

Caressing his hair until he sleeps, giving him a skin care, (Give him a mind-blowing orgasm by sucking him off on his room until he finally relax and then directing him the most loyal and lovestruck gaze he would ever receive, but that's an idea for another time 🤭🤭) doting on him in general

So, can I please ask for a (drabble, fic, imagine, anything you feel like) where MC make barb sit still and proceeds to massage his back, kneading on his knots until he relutanctly turns into mush?

Hi there, anon! I'm having a good night, I hope you are as well!

I'm so glad you liked the Barbatos Flufftober prompt! I have that exact same urge, like just sit down and let me do things for once! Ugh I love him lol.

And when I tell you that I was so close to having MC give him a massage... But I also really wanted him to soak his feet 'cause I felt like he probably stands on them all day and I don't care if he's an ancient powerful demon that has to take it's toll!

Anyway, my full requests are closed but I can write you a short little something! In case it wasn't already painfully obvious, I love Barbatos and I love writing about MC taking care of him lol.

GN!MC x Barbatos

Warnings: none!

Barbatos was sitting on the edge of his bed. His uniform jacket was already folded neatly beside him, but it had been a struggle for you to get him to take it off at all.

You sat behind him now, your hands on his shoulders, methodically pressing your fingers into his stiff muscles.

Barbatos's body was tense, but you were determined to get him to relax, even if just a little bit. You concentrated on his neck and shoulders for a while, kneading carefully, working out the knots that you could feel beneath your touch.

As you did this, you felt Barbatos release some of that tension he was holding. He made a low noise in his throat, as though he was trying not to relax, as though he was trying to keep himself from showing just how tired he really was.

"I don't understand why you're so stubborn about this," you said softly, your hands pressing into him, causing his body to rock slightly against you. "You work so hard for everyone all the time. Why can't you let me do things for you every once in a while?"

Barbatos sighed and you were thrilled to see the way his body sagged a little as he did so. "Forgive me, MC," he said. His voice was low and full of something uncertain. "It is simply that a good butler never shows his fatigue."

You snorted. "Okay, first of all, you're the best butler of any butler that ever butled."

Barbatos chuckled and you were pleased to see the little blush that painted the tips of his ears.

"And second of all, you don't have to be a butler right now," you went on. "Right now, you can just be Barbatos. You can let go with me."

Barbatos was quiet. You weren't sure if he didn't know what to say or if he simply disagreed with you.

You didn't press him, only pushed your thumbs into a particularly difficult knot in his back. After a few moments, you felt the knot begin to release as you circled it carefully, working the tension out of it.

This caused Barbatos to sigh again and this time, he allowed himself to sink into you. His shoulders descended and he actually leaned into your touch, his head drooping just a little.

You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the nape of his neck. "See? You're feeling better, right? Now you can be at your best when you get back to butlering tomorrow."

Barbatos chuckled again. "I see that you are correct in this, MC. You have my thanks."

You puffed out your chest in triumph. Perhaps now this could become a regular occurrence. You were nothing if not persistent. And hopefully Barbatos would continue to give in and allow you to care for him the way he cared for so many others.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

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[storiesofsvu]

Girl Dinner

Casey Novak x Rita Calhoun Warnings: language, sass, bantering, smut. Welp, at least this is finally done. I can't tell ya if it's any good or if I even like it, but I finally actually managed to write after a solid two weeks of nothing. Hoping that the creativity will continue to bless me and I can get some more of it done as the month goes on. At least I managed to finagle my way into getting Thursday off so hopefully that will help! Manifest more writing to come from me soon! lol, apologies for things taking so long. Especially to those of you who have bought me ko-fi's for specific requests! Also this is my first time writing a full blown smut piece for a ship and not a reader insert, so it's not gonna be perfect lol

Working through dinner in the Calhoun/Novak household was a very usual thing, especially during the week. Weeknights were for ordering take out to the office while slaving over files or opening arguments and witness lists. They were for going out with the firm, bartering, rubbing elbows and climbing the social chains, making connections that would no doubt come to help you out later down the road. Nights spent sharing bottles of wine with prospective clients at the finest steakhouses in Manhattan for hours while you started to piece together people’s character and integrity. They were for hours spent at Forlini’s, shooting the shit and attempting to make plea deals with the prosecutor on the case, sometimes multiple at once. It was very rare that both of them actually made it home in time for dinner at all.

Not that Casey minded, she was used to eating alone in her office at Hogan place, putting blood sweat and tears into cases that she might not even end up winning. Besides, it certainly wasn’t like Rita was going to cook for her, the best she was getting was pricey take out (which Rita sometimes would send to the apartment when she knew the other woman was home). Most nights Casey got home first she’d toss together something delicious and semi healthy, setting aside a plate for Rita whenever she did get home, if she’d already eaten, it would be tomorrow’s lunch.

Tonight was the rare occasion where they were both home by dinner time, but that didn’t mean either of them were done working. Rita was in the home office; door open just a crack and Casey could hear her on the phone. By the sound of things, she was talking deals, and the sassy and somewhat playful tone in her voice told her it was Barba on the other side of the line. So she chose to stay at the kitchen island and finish up her own closing argument, leave her girlfriend squabbling with her best friend for a little longer.

It was almost an hour later when Casey’s stomach began to rumble, but the office conversation had since changed to speaker phone, meaning it was nowhere near over so she treated it like any other night they were apart. She closed her file folders, stashing them in her work bag and padded through the kitchen to the fridge, staring into it, the pantry and the freezer until she found something suitable to throw in the oven for herself. When it was finished, she took it into the living room with a glass of wine, throwing a mindless show on the television to keep her occupied while she waited for Rita to wrap up whatever she was working on.

She was done a second glass of wine by the time she realized how late it was, letting out a soft sigh as she pushed off the couch. Stopping in the kitchen she poured out another glass of wine for Rita before wandering down the hallway and knocked gently on the door. Rita’s soft ‘come in’ echoed through the space and Casey smiled, stepping into the office.

“Are you that deep into it tonight?”

“I was.” She laughed lightly, “then Raf got me all distracted.”

“Well,” Casey perched on the edge of her desk, placing down one of the wine glasses, “if you’ve still got work to do, start with this, I’ll get you some dinner going.”

“I have dinner.” The older woman replied, gesturing to the snack box she had made to take to work, a handful of trail mix, half a bag of salt and vinegar Boom Chicka Pop, some now very brown apple slices, and cubes of cheese.

“That is not dinner.” Casey practically snorted, “that barely constitutes a snack.”

“It counts.” She protested with a laugh, popping a piece of cheese into her mouth with a shrug, “I had a big lunch, went out with Liz. It’s fine darling.”

“Is this how you eat when I’m not around?”

“It’s food, isn’t it?” She shrugged, munching on some more of it while continuing to scribble on a legal pad.

“Did you survive on Lunchables at Harvard?” She asked with a laugh, the look Rita gave her making her realize she probably didn’t even know what a Lunchable was.

“Rafael cooked. Or we went down to the dining hall. You’ve seen it, that constitutes real food.”

Casey let out a small huff, “I was about to make a comment about how expensive that must’ve gotten but then I remembered who I’m talking to.”

Rita chuckled, her pen stilling in her hand as she looked up at the redhead, “I know you enjoy cooking for me, but I am being perfectly nutritious.”

“Okay, but lunch with Liz, that,” she gestured to the snack box, “plus the half an egg you ate on your way out the door doesn’t count as three balanced meals.”

“Oh,” She grinned, “and I’m so sure your dinner of… what was it? Let me guess, dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets and tater tots, does?”

“Hey!” Casey pouted, “at least I actually cooked them! It counts as dinner. Rita, c’mon.” she tugged at her hand, “I’ll even order expensive take out, you need something hot and delicious to eat.”

Rita let out a low laugh, her lips curving up into a devilish smirk as she looked up at the other woman, “you know… if you wanted me to eat you out all you had to do was ask.”

“Rita!” Casey felt her cheeks heat, her eyes widening at the other woman’s words.

“What?” She shrugged, her eyes dragging up and down her body, lingering on the swell of her chest peeking out from under her shirt, “you said something hot and delicious. And something hot and delicious happens to be standing right in front of me…”

“Rita…” She warned, letting out a huff.

“Are you telling me you don’t want me to eat you out?” She asked, picking up her pen again, flipping it through her fingers, “fine, I’ll keep working. But I thought I had you trained better, you should know every good dinner needs an even tastier appetizer.” She glanced up at Casey, her brow raised and a hungry fire in her eyes, “and I am particularly fond of how you taste.” Casey gulped, shifting awkwardly on the edge of Rita’s desk, pulling a dark chuckle from the other woman, “that’s what I thought.” She swatted at her hip, “bedroom. I’m not risking you ruining any of this paperwork.”

The heat from Casey’s cheeks started to tingle through her body, her mind already beginning to cloud at the thought of Rita’s mouth on her. The woman knew exactly just how to drive her wild, she could have her turned on in the flash of a second with just a lingering look or her extensive vocabulary, made even spicier the moment she started dirty talking.

And that was before she even laid a hand on her.

By the time Casey was in the bedroom her shirt was tugged over her head and she was ducking to kiss Rita, accepting the other woman’s tongue into her mouth as she let out a soft moan. Rita’s hands were on the waistband of her pants, pulling them and her underwear down over her hips so Casey could kick them off. The brunette nudged her to sit on the edge of the bed, softly pulling away from the kiss and Casey’s hands flew to her waist, untucking her blouse, fingers sneaking underneath the fabric to tickle across her heated skin. Rita caught her wrists, pressing a kiss to the palm of one of her hands,

“Uh-uh.”

“But.” She began to protest before Rita cocked a brow at her.

“This is about getting you off, and then getting me dinner. I can have my fun later.”

“Promise?” She practically pouted and Rita laughed softly, cupping her face, thumb stroking over her cheek before she leant down, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.

“Promise.” She nodded, “now lie back darling.”

Casey shifted on the bed until her head hit the pillows, her skin prickling as Rita climbed over her, catching her lips in a kiss while her hands began to trace patterns on porcelain skin. She couldn’t help but moan when Rita’s tongue slipped back into her mouth, dancing with her own as their lips moved with a familiar grace. The tingle between her legs grew at the feeling of hands softly groping at her chest, rolling her nipple between finger and thumb and she broke the kiss to moan gently, her head falling back into the pillows.

Rita took advantage, her lips trailing down her neck, teeth nipping gently at her skin in an attempt to not leave any marks in the morning. She licked across her collarbone, pausing to press a gentle kiss in the middle before her lips continue to trace across Casey’s skin. The other woman wound her fingers gently into her hair, holding her to her as she worked her way across her body, little whimpers escaping her lips as her pussy began to flutter. Rita’s lips wrapped around a nipple, sucking it into her mouth as Casey moaned softly, her nails scratching at the brunette’s scalp, her hips rocking up off the bed begging for more contact. Her lips curved up into a grin on Casey’s skin before her teeth nipped at her nipple and she let out a gasp, back arching off the bed. Satisfied with the reaction she repeated the motions on the other side, leaving Casey whining beneath her, body shivering against the bed, her pussy practically dripping. Wrapping a sturdy arm around her waist, Rita rolled onto her back, a small shriek leaving the other woman’s lips as she did so.

“What’re y—”

“Come sit on my face.” She muttered; her breath hot on Casey’s lips as she surged up to steal another kiss.

“But…”

“My appetizer,” Rita squeezed at her hips as she stole another heated kiss, “my choice of how it’s presented, right?”

“You’re ridiculous.” Casey shook her head, kissing her once more before she crawled up the bed, settling her legs on either side of her head and Rita’s hands slid up her legs, softly grasping her waist.

Casey let out a gasp when Rita yanked her down onto her face, her tongue lapping at the other woman’s pussy. Her lips moved with expertise, tongue slipping in just enough to tantalize her, pulling waves of pleasure from deeper within her body with each pass of her tongue. Juices began to smear across her lips as Casey whined above her, her hands shooting out to clutch at the headboard. Rita groaned against her skin, her fingers tightening into her hips, rocking her body ever so gently, encouraging Casey to grind down onto her, to chase her release as needily as she wanted to.

“Oh fu-uck.” Her body trembled when Rita’s nose nudged against her throbbing clit, a whimper escaping her lips.

She could feel Rita’s lips curving up into a smirk against her skin before her mouth shifted upwards so she could suck her clit into her mouth. Casey moaned louder at the sensation, her head falling back as she continued to grind down onto Rita. Her heart was thundering in her chest, heat prickling under her skin as the pleasure soared through her, pussy fluttering around nothing, dripping down her thighs. Rita’s tongue danced patterns against her clit, flicking with the tip exactly how Casey desired, her noises getting louder with each movement from the other woman. She was so close and Rita could sense it, sucking harder on her clit, moaning into her pussy, the vibrations driving Casey wild, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

“Please…” she whined, pulling a chuckle from Rita whose hand snuck between the redhead’s thighs, playing with her folds before two fingers sunk into her heat, “fuck.”

Rita groaned again, feeling Casey’s pussy pulse around her fingers as she fucked her, her lips sucking harder around her clit. Juices dribbled down her wrist, her fingers curling, quickly finding the sensitive spot inside her cunt, Casey let out a gasp, her head dropping forward as pleasure shot through her body.

“Oh god…” she moaned, “d-don’t stop.” Her body jolted, thighs threatening to suffocate Rita as she continued her motions, “s’close.”

Rita moaned in response, her tongue flicking faster, working in tandem with her fingers, the tips pressing into Casey’s g-spot with each thrust. She rubbed harder, lingering against the sensitive spot and Casey cried out, her entire body shaking as the coil burst and her orgasm hit her, coursing through her body, the fire bursting from under her skin. Rita’s tongue lazily licked at her clit, smirking at the way it made the other woman shudder before she pulled her fingers from her pussy, her mouth sinking back down to gently clean up the mess she’d made between her legs.

Casey could feel her body aching to go limp and in an attempt to actually not suffocate her girlfriend she mustered up the strength to swing her leg off her, dropping down onto the bed as she panted. Rita chuckled beside her, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before she reached out, pulling Casey into her embrace. With a soft sigh the redhead relaxed into her, curling into her side as her head found home on her chest. Rita’s nails softly scratched at her scalp, gliding through her hair as she pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

“Feeling better?” She asked, her free hand gliding up and down Casey’s back.

“Much.” She mumbled in reply, finally able to catch her breath. It was only after a minute that her brow furrowed and she pulled her head up, looking up at Rita, “wait… this wasn’t about me, this was about you eating.”

“Did I not just eat?” Rita cocked a brow, a grin on her lips and Casey rolled her eyes.

“An actual meal, consisting of physical food that was better than some Lunchable.”

“I’m perfectly fine.” She smiled, leaning down to place a kiss onto Casey’s lips. As much as she would claim she was fine, her body was about to betray her, a loud growl echoing through the room from her stomach. Casey barked out a laugh as Rita huffed, dropping back onto the pillows.

“No denying it now.” Grinning, the redhead stole a kiss, “what do you feel like? Something fancy or something comforting.”

“If that’s your way of asking if pizza is acceptable, my answer is yes.” She pinched at Casey’s waist, “just keep the pineapple on your side please.”

“Of course.” Casey kissed her cheek before rolling over to grab her phone from the nightstand, quickly punching in the order before tossing the device to the side.

“How long.” Rita asked, shifting the blankets around the two of them.

“Twenty minutes.”

“Perfect.” Her arms wound around the other woman, “that’s plenty of time for another round.”

“You are insufferable.” Casey laughed as she accepted the kiss.

“And you love it.”

“Mmhmm.”

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[komoreibi]

Hi, hopefully your Requests are still open… May I request for some Fuyu Content? Where he got a huge crush on Bajis lil sis and everyone except Baji knows about this and is teasing him constantly when she's around?

Love your work ♥️

thank you for enjoying my work! actually i had something like this in mind so i hope you dont mind i’ll put it in hc format? >< // uhh this might not 100% be according to the request but i hope you still like it, anon!

．・chifuyu having a crush on baji's sister (hcs)

ーーー

chifuyu first saw you when baji showed up to a toman meeting with a girl on the back of his bike.

he had to look a little closer and then he realised, you were someone he saw around the hallways once in a while and who he thought was cute, but never got the chance to talk to!

but if you were with baji…

were you his girlfriend or something?

before he knew it he was running over

“good evening, baji-san! can i ask uh… who’s that? is she…?”

“ah, chifuyu. this is my sister, y/n.”

SISTER?? BAJI KEISUKE HAS A SISTER?

chifuyu: “b-baji-san, i didn’t know you had a sister.”

baji: “she’s younger but we’re in the same year so it’s embarrassing for others to know. so normally we stay away from each other. plus it brings too many questions to me repeating the year.”

chifuyu: “a-ah, i see…”

baji: “take care of her for a moment, i needa talk to mikey.”

and he left without letting chifuyu say a word

“chifuyu-kun… right? it’s nice to meet you!” you smile and he feels his stomach flip.

how can someone be related to baji and be this pretty and soft-spoken and sweet?!

anyways he slowly starts falling for you when you show up to meetings more frequently and baji asks him to look after you while he talks to the other captains.

his heart just squeezes at the way you wave so excitedly when you see him!

and he can’t help but start grinning when you ask about his day (even if there’s not much difference between the days)

and oh man, he can practically feel butterflies sprouting from his tummy on that one day you knocked on his door to ask if you could borrow some manga.

basically everyone in toman’s first division can see that their vice captain has the Biggest crush on the captain’s sister.

not that they would tease him.

bc he would probably punch them into tomorrow

but the other captains and vice captains would.

“hey, chifuyu. i heard y/n’s coming tomorrow night since baji’s picking herfrom club activities or smth” - mitsuya

chifuyu: “that doesn’t have anything to do with me…”

mitsuya: “just telling you.”

and then he finds it hilarious the next day when you can clearly tell chifuyu washed his uniform with a Lot of nice smelling fabric softener and sprayed himself with cologne.

you didn't even come that day and he looked so upset lol

or that one time chifuyu gave you a dorayaki at a meeting and said "i bought one for you on the way... b-because... you must be a little tired coming here so late, so i thought it would be good..."

he's a little shy but thankfully you were happy with it!

until mikey came over with a Big Big grin

"oi, chifuyu... where's my dorayaki?"

"sorry, commander, i didn't get one..."

"eh... so you would buy one for y/n, but not for me?"

you: "mikey-kun, if you want one you can have mine! :D"

chifuyu: :(((

mikey: "nah, it's fine~ chifuyu got it just For You anyways ;D"

he became rather red

after some time, he was considering just confessing to you to get his feelings out

but then seriously decided against it

and that's because nahoya once asked baji (in front of chifuyu), "what would you do if someone in toman had a crush on y/n?"

baji: "i dont trust any of you losers to take care of my sister enough. is there someone like that? do i have to beat some sense into an idiot like that?"

chifuyu felt like crumbling

nahoya: "nope. just thinking about stuff~ have a good day, baji, matsuno!"

chifuyu could not have a good day.

but he couldn't help the fat crush he had on you!!!

the teasing kept going because honestly he looked like this seriously lovesick boy who would never get the guts to actually tell his crush about his feelings.

but it all ended at a meeting in the middle of december, you shivered and sneezed pretty loudly.

chifuyu was a bit of a distance away but he walked over so fast

the conversation he was having with some subordinates ended with the guys grinning and one of them whisper-shouting "good luck, vice-cap!"

chifuyu: "y/n, are you alright?"

you: "mm, i'm fine. it was just a little cold on the way because i lost my scarf ahaha"

chifuyu removed his own scarf so fast and put it around you.

"here, wear mine for today."

both of your ears were red and it wasn't from the cold.

you: "b-but then you'll be cold!"

chifuyu: "i'll be fine, i'd uh... i'd rather you have it! you can keep it too! because you lost yours and all."

he can't believe he's stuttering like this.

you: "well... i wanna go shopping soon for a new one so i'll give it back after."

chifuyu felt a little dejected hearing that...

you: "i was wondering... maybe you'd like to go with me? next monday?"

chifuyu thought for a bit... monday... CHRISTMAS?! WERE YOU ASKING HIM ON A CHRISTMAS DATE?!

chifuyu: "i'll definitely be free! l-let's go out!"

you: "okay! it's a date."

congratulations, you might've just made matsuno chifuyu pass out.

and while this was happening...

baji was looking at the two of you from a couple meters away, squinting and with crossed arms like ???

he knew you hadn't lost your scarf... you literally told him you didn't need it today

baji: "hey, mikey, draken, emma, do you think y/n and chifuyu have been acting weird lately?"

those three were also watching the scene intensely with big grins

emma: "nah, it's just her~"

baji seriously couldn't get what was going on.

#chifuyu x reader #matsuno chifuyu #chifuyu imagines #tokyo revengers x reader #fem!reader #chifuyu fluff #tokyo revengers #tokrev #rei.writes #chifuyu #chifuyu headcanons #tokrev fluff

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the blue - part thirteen

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✯ summary: socials chapter, flash forward to spanish gp ✯

✯ pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!oc ✯

✯ content warnings: none ✯

✯ now playing: down bad - taylor swift ✯

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mattieryan life recently 🍯

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user1 🚨mattie’s first post since the hard launch🚨

user2 gonna go lay down in traffic

user3 is she… wearing… danny’s rings????

↳ user4 I NOTICED THAT!!!! couple goals for real

↳ user3 they actually seem so happy together

user5 watching her use danny for clout is going to get old real quick 🥱

↳ user4 are you kidding? how is she using him for clout. just say you’re jealous and move on.

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Danny: hey pretty girl, i miss you loads. just got back from the track so gonna shower and grab some food. i'll be free in like 30 mins if you're free to FaceTime?

Mattie: hey you, i miss you too! i'm just finishing up some work stuff but should be free then

Danny: can't wait

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Mattie: good luck for the race DR, go get them points

Danny: thanks baby

Danny: you have no idea how happy it makes me that next race you're gonna be here to cheer me on

Mattie: you're so sweet

Mattie: P6!!!!!!!! I AM SO PROUD OF YOU DANNY

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mattieryan just posted on their story

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danielricciardo alright alright. 6th place. solid race. positive weekend. now back with my pretty girl. monaco next, let’s go get it.

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mclaren great work DR3!

user1 well done danny 🧡🧡

user2 washed

user3 what did he just call her? 🥺

user4 lol she can’t even be bothered to turn up at his races? some girlfriend

↳ user3 because she has a job? and a life? that doesn’t revolve around him?

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Mattie: i need help

Adam: i know lol

Mattie: can you be serious for once please

Adam: what’s wrong???

Adam: did danny do something

Mattie: what? no! of course not

Adam: thank god, what is it then?

Mattie: what does one wear in monaco on a budget when they’re attending the grand prix as a drivers girlfriend and also meeting his entire family for the first time 🫠🫠🫠🫠

Adam: clothes?

Mattie: i hate you

Adam: are you in your room? I’ll come help you pack

Mattie: you’re the bestest 🥰🥰

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✯ authors note: hey hey!

does anyone feel like they need therapy after the race today? i honestly have been in such a grump since. the fact that danny came out worse in the situation (DNF and grid place penalty) than lance is so ridiculously unfair...

anywaaaaay, onwards and upwards!

quick lil social media chapter to show the time jump between last chapter and monaco. i'm back to work tomorrow so will hopefully update end of the week/start of next week, if not sooner.

love you all x ✯

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[ros3ybabe]

Daily Check-in: October 5th, 2023 + Life Update 🎀

I swear I always disappear for a few days, lurk around the tumblr app, and then decide to give a random update. I really need to work on my consistency lol.

Anywho, life has been soooo busy. I've ben packing and preparing for my trip out to see my boyfriend tomorrow, trying to catch up on homework so I'm not super busy while I am with him this weekend, working like crazy because money is a necessity, and just keeping up with the day to day grind.

So, here's a mini update from yesterday, and yes I am still going to try to update while I'm with my man as I will still be doing homework and studying Japanese and what not.

🩷 Academic Achievments Past Few Days -

completed and passed culinary quiz

Turned in my actual spending budget from Septmeber

Finished an investing assignment

Worked on the draft for a research paper literature review thing I have to write for my psychology class (finishing it today!)

presented my mid term presentation in my culinary class and got complimented by the professor/chef

submitted a lactation nutrition chart fie ym nutrition class

completed my pre lab and lab report for tomorrow's anatomy lab

completed quiz chapter 6 for my psychology class

completed practical assignment and module quiz for my fitness for health and sport class

I've been pretty busy with school work. I catch up on a weekly basis, but of course, then more homework is released, and I feel like I get thrown back to square one. College life, yay!

🩷 Personal Acheivements Past Few Days -

kept up with skincare routine

packed for trip

journaled a few times

went to the gym for the first time since February (just walked the treadmill but it's a start!)

kept up with medical appointments

did my laundry yesterday

kept up with my duolingo and busuu streaks

regained motivation for studying Japanese

I feel like I haven't done as much for myself personally but at the same time like I have? I am a bit upset with myself. I have a meeting with my Dietetian Mentor (#1) and in the last 3 weeks since we last spoke, I haven't done anything from what she had asked because I've been so busy. I've had 2 panic attacks, extreme exhaustion, and worked 3 doubles at my job since I last spoke to her. However, I am planning on working on some of her stuff this weekend while I'll have the time, so hopefully she isn't upset and can understand my position? She seems really nice so fingers crossed.

🩷 Academic ToDo For Today -

write up restaurant field trip report for culinary class

weekly meal writing for culinary class

complete my component one for my psychology class

take my lab exam one for anatomy

duolingo + busuu for Japanese

gather my necessary materials for completing the rest of my homework this weekend

🩷 Personal ToDo For Today -

put away clean laundry

wash sheets + pillowcases + towels

take out bedroom + bathroom trash

sweep bedroom really good

scrub toilet and wipe down counter + sink in bathroom

check in to the flight app to get my boarding pass for tomorrow

therapy

meet with RD Mentor #1

morning journal

skincare morning + night

redye the pink in my hair

finish packing tonight

a lot of things to do today to prepare for this weekend. but it will all be worth it once I get to see my boyfriend.

thats all for today!

til next time lovelies 🩷

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[iraprince]

hi idk if this is a weird question but like. how do u Make Art with adhd? you mentioned in your comic that you struggled w various other creative hobbies, but like drawing feels to me always like the Big Bad Thing I Cannot Ever do. even tho i want to make it my career LOL

how'd you get past that?

not a weird question at all! this is actually a question i ask myself pretty much every day, bc generally my answer to "how do i make art with adhd" has always been: With Great Difficulty, lmfao.

it's hard! i am not always good at it! i made art my job bc i realistically couldn't imagine being truly happy with anything else; if that wasn't the case, i'm not sure i would be doing this. like, that ends up being a big divide between the hobbies mentioned in that comic vs art, which is something that it seems (according to viewing my online activity) i do "Consistently;" it is my career, so there's a level of like, urgency and necessity there that my hobbies don't have. which, like, obviously my advice is not "make it your job so that you HAVE to OR ELSE :)" because it doesn't work like that. i am spending an amount of time OR-ELSE-ing that i think might surprise ppl, and i am frankly very lucky that my wife is the primary provider for our family, because it gives me a safety net for when my brain makes a loud grinding noise and then belches a big cloud of smoke and i have to spend a week hitting it with a wrench.

ANYWAY. this is going to get long bc i have a lot of thoughts abt it. there's really no one answer to getting past it, and i am not "past it," i don't know if i think anyone ever can be! we can just try really hard to keep going in ways that won't burn us out. if i had to pull out the absolute #1 most important thing i've learned over the past few years, it is -- and i know this sounds like dumb corny bullshit but you really have to stay with me here -- being kind and patient with yourself.

i'm being so dead serious. if beating yourself up and freaking out and constantly agonizing over how much more you Could be drawing worked, you would be drawing right now. if beating ourselves up over our output worked, EVERYONE would be drawing ALL the time. it doesn't fucking work! it does not! do literally anything other than yelling at yourself. it's bullshit. it's fuckery. it does not work.

on the other hand, cultivating as much kindness and patience and compassion as i can muster -- saying, "well, it looks like i just don't have it today. that's okay, let's try again tomorrow," even if i'm saying it through clenched teeth and i don't really believe it -- THAT works, because it chips away at the idea of drawing being life or death. it's probably a very similar feeling to you describing art as The Big Bad Thing. of course if you hang all your self worth on it and let it become immense and dominating, it's going to be hard to interact with it! it's scary! it becomes easier to avoid it than to try to tackle it and then feel disappointed in yourself in a more active way (vs. just disappointed in yet another day where u didn't try). but every time i sigh and say "okay" when my brain is screaming and crying bc art just is not working, and i decide to rest and try again tomorrow, 1. it is easier to do a little bit of work the next day when i'm rested than it is to do ANY work when i chain myself to my desk for 9 hours and demand results, and 2. i learn that it is not the end of the world. it just isn't. and so art gets smaller, and less frightening, and it can just be my job (something i have to wrangle my adhd around just like anything else, like grocery shopping and keeping the house clean and keeping up with my friends) instead of some huge destructive boss battle with my identity hanging in the balance.

sometimes you have to talk to yourself like a little kid. if a little kid came to you upset and was like "i wanna draw but i just can't. i don't know why." you would (hopefully) not be like, "whatever, i guess you're just not cut out for it then!" or whatever other mean shit we say to ourselves when we can't draw. you would be like, "well, okay. do you want me to sit with you? how do we start? where's some stuff we can draw with? hm, i can't really think of what to draw either. did you see anything pretty or cool today? let's just draw some shapes." etc etc. and if the kid got frustrated and it still wasn't working you'd be like, you know what, that was a good try. let's have some lunch and try again later. and you deserve that same level of patience, and that level of CURIOUS problem-solving ("what can we try? what might be easier?") instead of, like, adversarial/blame-assigning problem solving ("what the fuck is the matter with you? why can't you just do it?")

also, shaking things up!! one of the most frustrating things abt adhd for me is i'll find a new strategy that Works, but it only works for like, two weeks or whatever, and then it stops working and i have to do something else. i have had a way better time just accepting that that's how things work vs thinking of these cycles as "failures."

if i start dreading working at my desk, i throw a block of printer paper onto a clip board and work on the couch for a few weeks. when that stops working, i get back on drawpile and do all my warmup sketches on an interactive canvas, with strangers around me (virtual coffeeshop lol?). when i get tired of that, then maybe i'm ready to be alone with clip studio again. nope, still not working? okay, let's stream while i'm working for a while then. let's start drawing differently. let's change the background color i draw on. just, like, i keep shaking things up to see if maybe i can trick my brain into feeling like we're doing something totally new for a while, and a lot of the times it works, and when it does not work i am not an asshole to myself, which is, as i keep reiterating, super vital.

when i make the most art is when i get super excited about something and i let myself go apeshit. (there's a reason my guild wars 2 stuff is corralled on a sideblog lmao.) when commissions start grinding to a halt for me, a lot of times it's bc i've let them become Tasks on a to-do list instead of remembering that each piece is a DRAWING; it can help for me to sit down and go through each piece in my queue and really look at it, and remind myself that these are DRAWINGS and i LOVE drawing, and to point out to myself stuff in the wip that i like, and stuff i'm excited to draw the next time i work on it. it's very easy to flatten stuff into just An Obligation if you stress too much about it, but it's very helpful to slow down and step back and remind yourself WHY you care that much. it's not just bc you have to.

i don't really want this to get much longer than it already is, especially when i don't really have concrete tips so much as rambling opinions and examples of stuff that Kind Of works for me Sometimes. i think the tldr is: relax, be nice, keep it fresh. i hope at least some of this is helpful!

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[eleni-cherie]

a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg - chapter 1.7

"so eager to be in a headlock again?" "only if it's by you."

he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble. © 2023 | eleni_cherie

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— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to lovers s2l

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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Seoul, South Korea

"Here, see?" The golden key was shining under the light of a street lamp as Soyeon held it out for Yoongi. With furrowed brows, he took it from her grip. Inspecting it from all sides. "And you sure it got something to do with your grandfather's secret double life?" Shrugging, she took it back and shoved it into her pocket. "Most likely, it was hidden behind a photo after all." "But you don't have a clue where the lock is.." She shook her head disappointingly. "No, but I'll visit my grandma again next week and hopefully I'll find some clue." He hummed, peeking at her. "Don't do something irrational though." "Like what?" she asked puzzled. "Like going after it on your own." She scoffed at his grin. Getting the implication. "Don't worry, I learned my lesson."

The sky was tinted a dark blue shade when they reached Soyeon's apartment building. It had thankfully stopped raining awhile ago, the clouds having cleared up enough to reveal the crescent in the night sky.

She yawned, rummaging her keys out of her jacket's pockets. "Suddenly I feel so tired, probably 'cause you woke me up so early," she whined, hearing Yoongi laugh behind her. "Don't make such a fuss out of it, it was just once," he said then with a straight face, "Just go to sleep early." "Oh, I will. I'll probably crash as soon as I step foot inside." He smiled softly. It was fascinating how someone so short like her was able to contain so many facettes in her. She could be so strong and fierce, confronting and calling him out and then, then she was also this sweet, almost childlike person who was terribly grumpy in the morning. "Goodnight, Soyeon." He stepped back, walking backwalks. "Call me if there's anything." The cool night breeze made him shiver lightly, and he dug his hands further into his pockets. About to turn around when Soyeon's hand tugged on his biker jacket, making him stop in his tracks. He looked over his shoulder, seeing her eyes sparkling at him with imploration.

"Stay." He huffed a breath, knowing he'd only get more attached to her than he already was and it'd be unfair to both of them. "I don't think -" "Then stop thinking," she deadpanned, her grip becoming firmer along with her gaze. Only for her eyes to soften again. "Just for a day. Stay." Her quiet, pleading tone making his chest clench. Her voice almost cracking at the end as she feared he'd just slip through her fingertips again if she let go. "On monday we'll part company, me going to work and you to Japan, pretending as if nothing had ever happened. So just for one day.. for one day let's pretend being normal.. so you can see how overrated it is."

Yoongi's eyes filled with a strange mix of sorrow and longing at her words. A delusion, nothing more, he thought, but still tempting. To be normal for a day with her, doing things normal people did together before parting ways the day after tomorrow. "And besides.." she spoke up, lips curling into a playful smirk when she came up with another reason, "What if the bad guys show up again?"

He laughed under his breath, knowing very well she wasn't actually believing her words. It was her simple attempt to convince him, the same way she had done back then in Taiwan. It was their little inside code. When she used it, he couldn't deny her anything. That was the unspoken rule between them.

"You said normal, huh?" A rueful smile grazing his lips then, seeing her eyes beaming with hope. And he couldn't refuse anything when she looked at him like this. So he eventually nodded, grabbing her hand that was slowly loosening its grip on him, holding it tightly. "Let's be normal for a day then."

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The next morning Soyeon woke up in the same position she had fallen asleep in. Only Yoongi was missing beside her. With a sigh, she propped herself up on her hand. Rubbing her eyes as she pushed the covers away.

Of course he didn't stay, why was she surprised?

However, 'surprised' wasn't the right word, perhaps 'disappointed' fit better. She was disappointed, but not surprised.

Her eyes fell on the clock on  her nightstand. 11:46am. Well, at least he hadn't made any loud noises when leaving, allowing her to actually sleep in this time and rest. With a grunt, she made her away out of the bedroom, trying not to dwell too much in her self-pitying. It was alright, no big deal. The only man she ever had feelings for, would never let her get too close because of his commitment issues. Cool, cool, cool.

Scratching her cheek, still dizzy from sleep, she made her way to the kitchen. Taking a seat on a chair, she mindlessly picked up a tangerine from the fruit basket in front of her and unpeeled it, sliding a wedge into her mouth. Followed by another.

Maybe she should simply accept things instead of trying forcing something that couldn't be.

She began unpeeling another tangerine when her thoughts got interrupted by a clicking sound. Startled, the tengarine almost dropped from her hand when seeing Yoongi suddenly appearing in front of her. Droplets falling from his wet hair, rolling down his face and bare chest and a towel wrapped around his hips. Lowering her polaroid camera with a grin. "Now I also got a memento."

Her eyes grew round as she was trying processing what he was talking about, taking in the view in front of her. How did he manage coming so near without her even noticing? "You.. are still here?" He frowned at this as he waved the photo in his hand. "Where did you think I was?" She shrugged, slowly munching on another wedge and looking away. "I don't know.." Taking a look on the photo of her morning self mindlessly eating a tangerine he smiled, resting his eyes on her then. Understanding what she was implying. And it'd be a lie to say he hadn't actually contemplated leaving when waking up. However, then he looked down at her sleeping self drooling onto his shirt and he'd realised he didn't want to be anywhere else but there with her in his arms. Even if it was for just one day. The only reason he'd slipped out of bed after all was because he'd needed to use the bathroom.

"No, there wasn't anywhere else I needed to be," he truthfully said then while taking a tangerine himself, unpeeling his fruit and slipping several wedges between his lips. "Good to know," she smiled shyly to which he smiled as well. He coughed then and pointed at her shirt which was another way too large and baggy shirt that looked more like a dress on her small frame and which was secretly driving him insane of how great she looked in it. "You got another one of these?" She looked down, realising he needed something to wear since he didn't have anything but his clothes from the previous day. So she got up and walked out of the kitchen, hearing him trailing behind her towards the bedroom.

"I got a few actually," she giggled and opened her wardrobe, revealing her neatly folded clothes. She stretched herself then, getting on her tiptoes to reach the higher shelves where the large t-shirts were. Managing pulling one out, only for several others to drop on her head. Making Yoongi chuckle amused, picking them up from her face. "Why does a short person like you have such high shelves?" he grinned teasingly causing her to scoff. Playfully shoving the shirt she had drawn out onto his chest. "Got many clothes. And besides.. I'm not that short," she mumbled, his grin only growing wider. "You're tiny." Before she could retort something, he pecked her pout taking her aback. "But I don't mind." Her pout only grew at this, pushing him aside to leave the suffocating presence of his half-naked body. Hearing him laugh behind her and she paused, ready to counter a smart remark when her eyey caught something else instead.

"What's this?"

Her voice small, almost a whisper behind him when he felt her fingertips tracing over a specific spot on his shoulder. Causing him to briefly grow stiff under her touch. Having forgotten about it as he wasn't able to see it there. Out of sight out of mind. 

"It's.. an old scar." "I see that.. but from what?" He shook his head, dragging a sigh as he looked down at the shirt in his hands. "It's dumb and nothing to worry about. I.. I was just young and careless." It was embarrassing to admit it out loud or even look at her. Her fingers retreating from the unevenness on his shoulderblade, sensing it still laying heavy on his heart. "I get it. You don't have to tell me more." He shrugged, fumbling with the shirt in his hands. "It was when I first joined the guys on heists. I didn't pay enough attention once and the opponent took advantage of it. That's it. It hasn't happened again ever since, I made sure of it." She swallowed, her eyes still fixated on the light streak on his pale skin. "Is this why you insisted on Cassandra taking care of my wound?"

He folded his lips, biting down on them when remembering that day. It felt like an eternity ago when he had found her in that restroom stall covered by cuts and bruises. A hot range rushing down his veins at the memory. "I didn't want you to get such a scar as well.." She subconsciously touched the skin under her bangs. Not really able feeling anything, but she knew it was there. The light streak, smaller but similar to his. "Did you also get stitches?" He laughed dryly. "Yeah, but only after a day. Cas was so pissed I didn't tell her earlier. Perhaps if I did it wouldn't have been as visible.." Soyeon hummed. Cassandra's words back then finally making sense to her now.

He felt her arms wrapping around his torso then, holding him tight as her cheek pressed against his spine. And he smiled at her warmth, covering her hands with his. "It's fine. I forgot about it anyway." She quietly let go again. Ready to go back to her tangerines when he suddenly pointed at something in the corner of the room. "Why you got a microphone?" Her eyes followed the direction his finger was pointing at, seeing her little set-up in the corner. He was changing topics, shifting the attention to her. She knew that and still played along. "Ah, to record demos after writing the lyrics." He turned around, shooting her an inquiring glance. "So you can also sing?" "A little bit, maybe," she shrugged, "Just enough for demos."

Yoongi pulled the shirt over his head, slipping it over his torso. Pushing back the strands of black hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. "If you can sing, why didn't you become a singer then?" he wondered out loud, not hiding the genuine curiosity. And it only grew when he saw her acting weird. Her eyes avoiding his as she let out a forced laugh. "Guess I just wasn't pretty enough to become one." Yoongi's brows furrowed at this, lips slightly parting since only more questions arose from her words. "Said who?" Clear irriation in his voice. Soyeon shrugged, pretending being nonchalant about it as she quickly turned around and headed to the door before he could manage looking through her facade. "People, I guess. It really doesn't matter anymore."

And a lump formed in her throat when she sat down at the kitchen table and she grabbed another tangerine. Unpeeling and shoving it between her lips in an attempt to swollow that lump. Although she had overcome it by now and knew the opinions and comments of those people back then didn't matter, it still hurt whenever she was reminded of those times.

She didn't need to look to know Yoongi came closer, eventually taking out a chair and sitting down beside her. The two remaining silent as she passed him a tangerine. Him wordlessly accepting it. He knew he must've hit a nerve when making her bring up this old story. But what upset him more was the thought how it seemed to still trigger something in her. He could tell by her usually sparkly eyes staring dully ahead.

"You know.." he slowly began then, peeking at her before focusing back on his tangerine, "That night back then, the night we met for the second time.." The girl perked up at this and she looked at him, questioning why he'd bring this up now. Watching him slide a wedge between his lips, waiting for him to continue. "You had that black dress on and then you turned around and you looked at me with this intense glare. You know what I thought?" The ghost of a smile appeared on her lips. Feeling warm at that memory. "What?" "That you looked quite different from what I remembered you from our first encounter." She laughed under her breath, shaking her head when remembering her running through the streets of Tainan in 40°C in nothing but her pyjama shorts and shirt. She must've looked insane. "That's what make-up and different clothes do, you know? Make you look different."

The guy huffed a smile at her smartass remark. Glancing at her side-profile then, he took in her every feature that was peeking behind black strands of hair falling onto her pixie-like face. The big brown eyes that resembled those of a curious cat, the cute straight nose that got hidden behind her hands whenever she got shy, the plum pouty lips where she'd stick her tongue out by habit.. How'd anyone think of her of not pretty enough? "You know what else I thought though?" She hummed, munching on the last piece of tangerine. "I thought you looked insanely beautiful." Soyeon almost choked on the fruit in her mouth, coughing frantically. And he patted her back to help her before she eventually managed swallowing it down. Taking a deep breath then, she shot him a lopsided smirk. "You really liked that dress, huh?" "It haunts me in my dreams." His serious tone followed by a wide cheeky grin made her fall into a fit of giggles.

She completely forgot about her gloomy mood, not able to contain her bubbly laugh and he laughed along with her. It had seemed worth confessing this little secret after all, she was smiling again. 

Soyeon bit down her lips then, her laughs simmering down. Giggling lightly to herself then, she stretched her hands over the white table top. "You know what I thought when seeing you that night?" "No, what?" "Well, first of all I thought 'fck, I hope this guy doesn't plan to mug me'." It was his turn to burst out laughing and she smiled widely at this. Enjoying the sound of his laughter and the way his eyes formed crescends before he'd screw them shut. When he wasn't this serious and concerned guy, but just normal and carefree Yoongi. "And what was your second thought?" he asked with amusement. "'Fck, he's hot'." And an anew fit of laughter errupted from his lips and he threw his head back as he held his stomach. And Soyeon playfully hit his arm, stifling a laugh.  "I mean it!" "I know, I know," he said in between as the chuckles became deeper and quieter. Pinching his nose they eventually dyed down and he held her gaze with a gentle smile then. "And I meant what I said as well." Nodding, she gave him a smile as well. Thankful of him reminding her again that those comments from back then didn't matter anymore and perhaps never had. "I know."

And for the rest of the day, they did what they had intended to. Spending the day together, just like normal people would. They played cards, arguing over who won as he kept winning. Making Soyeon complain that he'd be card counting to which Yoongi promised he didn't, although he could. Mentioning the countless times the gang had gambled in casinos around the world. And she'd listen to his stories in awe, asking for more. And they cooked or rather he did and she was just assisting. And they watched a film cuddled on the couch. And they kissed. And they laughed some more. And they kissed some more. And they made out. And eventually, they fell asleep in each other's arms only to wake up again from the nap and do it all over again.

They did everything two lovers would. But they weren't lovers. It hurt. But that was how things were. For the moment, at least. So they were happy about having that one day, where they could at least pretend.

And at the end of the day they laid in bed and he held her in his arms, fingers dancing over her smooth skin in an attempt to sooth his thoughts running wild. Pensive eyes resting at the dark ceiling above them and focusing on the warmth her body was providing under the covers. Feeling her heavy eyes fluttering close with her cheek pressed against his chest.His heartbeat in her ears lulling her. And as she drifted off to sleep, her smaller hand subconsciously gripped his shirt to prevent him from disappearing the next morning, although she knew he would.

"Goodnight, Yoongi." "Goodnight, angel."

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When Soyeon's alarm went off on monday morning she woke up to an empty bed. Only now she knew he wouldn't appear with nothing but a towel and a polaroid camera again. She knew he had indeed left this time. And her chest ached, despite her knowing he had to.

The only evidence of the past weekend not having been a delusional dream was a piece of paper from her notepad she found on the nightstand. Her lips curled into a sad smile when picking it up. Heart full and yet so empty.

"I'll come back, I promise."

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Kyoto, Japan

Jimin opened the door with a beaming face when seeing Yoongi standing there in front of their hide-out. A known tired look on the older guy's face after hours on the road and that in disguise. Even after so many years he still despised it because of how warm it could be under those masks. And then having to take the plane to Osaka and  from Osaka the train to Kyoto. And on top of that he had to leavd Soyeon behind.

Naturally, he wasn't on his best mood. And Jimin could tell but that didn't keep him from giving him a welcoming hug and pulling him inside where Taehyung was currently slurping on a big portion of instant ramen. Brows raising from over the cup when seeing their friend.

He quickly stuffed the last noodles inside his mouth before swallowing and throwing him a wide grin. "Took you long enough, how was it at your parents'?" "Good," Yoongi simply nodded, letting his bag and katana slide from his shoulders he left them aside before joining him on the couch. He didn't feel like going too much into detail but overall it had been good. The whole weekend, in fact. And he had to bite back a smile. "So what's the plan?"

"Well," Jimin appeared from behind them, jumping over the couch's back and landing next to him in a swift move, "We already checked out that dude's mansion last night." "Quite the fancy place," Taehyung mused nodding, "Newest security systems and stuff." Yoongi hummed, tapping his finger on his knee. Nothing that they hadn't expected already. "I'll go check it out tonight as well. You guys got the blueprints?" "Not yet, I'll get them by tonight though," Jimin assured him while picking up his own cup of warm noodles that he had left on the table. Digging into it. "You know I ain't going there on Friday if I don't memorise every corner." Yoongi's gaze wandered between his two friends for a moment, dragging a sigh then. Maybe it was simply his mind being tired, but from the information they had gathered on the men inviting them, this might be a whole different level of their previous adventures. "You think we can make it?"

Jimin and Taehyung simultaneously paused eating, frowning at him. "We always make it." "And besides, we got an advantage." The older guy arched a curious brow at this. "Which is?" Jimin smirked with a wink. "They only know of me and Tae since we were the ones crashing the party." The noodles slid from his chopsticks as he pointed them at Yoongi. "They don't know about you." Taehyung leaned forward, joining in with a smir. "So we still got an ace up our sleeve."

Yoongi's eyes widened, not having thought about that. "You sure about this? They might know about me after all?" "I'm always sure about the things I say," Jimin huffed with mock-offence. Redirecting his attention to his ramen.

And Yoongi smiled with a nod. His eyes falling on the polaroid photo he slid out from his pocket.

Perhaps he'd be able keeping his promise after all.

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ofmd s2e4 rewatch where i pause to jot down my thoughts and other random shit

it's been a busy week since last thursday and shit's only gonna get busier for me after tomorrow so hopefully i can get through these two episodes out before i go to bed lol!!! anyway once again these posts are just me rambling so i can process the insane amount of information in these episodes and if u want to read them too that's fine.

s2e1, s2e2, s2e3, s2e4, s2e5, s2e6, s2e7, s2e8

rip everyone who wanted homoerotic sword fighting in the gentebeard reunion. have a headbutt as a consolation prize.

obsessed with stede holding raw room-temperature meat against his bruised face bc that's not even a little bit how that works. i love this show.

ok so jim saying "he'll probably get around to killing you after he's rested" in response to stede saying ed needs to regain his strength actually gives some pretty good context to why they want ed of the ship so bad. bc they DID fully try to kill ed and now he's here and alive and like. if i were jim i would be pretty worried abt ed holding a grudge abt that.

wont lie stede being like "we dont just banish people, that's not us!" makes me thinkg abt how they fully banished izzy from the ship in e6. i mean technically izzy banished himself on accident but. lol.

also izzy's absence in this scene indicating he is not yet considered part of the entire crew

roach: i need that steak back, it's dinner stede: (pulling the steak away) oh, right fang: maybe let's put the banishment to a vote? stede: (steak back on his face, apparently having forgotten he was literally just about to give the meat to roach) aw do we have to :(

ed chained to the ship is doing. a lot for me. i wont lie.

buttons saying he's been to the gravy basket a few times... how many times has this man almost died??????

it is deeply funny to me that they edit the split second flashback of the drowning and mermaid hallucination to look all creepy as if that whole scene wasn't set to an incredibly sappy 80's love song (said with immense affection)

OBSESSED with stede trying to be like. encouraging to izzy. and being like "he cant hear you he's got no head" about izzy yelling at the ruined figurehead. this fucking dork.

so ive seen ppl talking abt how the crew's in a deadlock abt banishing ed and which ppl they think were pro-banishment and which were against, but the scenes with the crew make it look like everyone's voting for ed to get kicked out. so tbh i think like either of the following interpretations are pretty valid: the crew is split 50/50 on if they should banish ed OR the crew 100% wants to banish ed and stede was gonna try and leverage izzy's vote to try and get more ppl to change their mind. doesnt rlly matter either way tho

also the fact that izzy was the one to keep ed's body is. interesting. the others must've known abt it and helped izzy hide the body in the secret room. but izzy being the one to be like "no we're not throwing him overboard" is. something. no conclusions abt this atm im just rotating this fact in my brain.

i also just have a lot of thoughts abt the mutiny and the fact that like, jim's a trained assassin and the others are also pretty experienced killers and they probably knew they hadn't completely finished the job. and there was plenty of opportunity for them to do something about that. but instead they hid his body and waited for ed to succumb to his injuries. it feels kinda like ed's "technically i outsource the big job" rule. idk. thoughtssss.

frenchie in this scene is so funny bc he seems both actually apologetic abt kicking ed off the ship but also very relieved/vindicated to see him go.

didnt realize olu almost said smthng to ed lol i thought ed was just saying "fuck you" to him for no reason ghfjkghjkfh

"first time i've ever been on this side of a walk of shame" wee john i have so many questions. how many times have you been banished from a ship.

obsessed with archie just being like "way to make this awkward brah." her shitty boss put her life at risk in an attempt to make her and her coworkers kill him in a weird roundabout suicide attempt and her summary of the situation is "well, this is awkward :/"

"shitty sailing with you" sick burn, jim

"you're making it really hard to look up to you, man" LOVE how black pete is still a blackbeard stan. despite everything.

just ONCE i want someone to appreciate roach's sandwiches :(

"dont you want your sammy" STEDE I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

also i disagree with the subtitles here im like 99% sure says "you're no fuckin mermaid" not "you're not a fuckin mermaid" but that's just me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

stede looks SO sad abt not being a mermaid

love how everyone in this episode just sort of nods and is like "yeah okay" every time buttons tells them he's turning into a bird

altho with stede in this scene specifically im convinced that he's just jumping at the chance to follow ed to the island. he was absolutely gonna come up with some shitty excuse to go ashore anyway but it's nice of buttons to give him plausible deniability

i love how much ed hates nature

why do the subtitles say "gyp-" this has been bothering me all week. the line is "like a drifter"

i also love ed's line delivery of "a wolf?"

anyway dumb posts abt the spider tattoo backstory: 1, 2, 3

i love to see ed getting hugs... wish i could give him a hug :(

ok also buttons talking abt the gravy basket made me think ed needed like some sort of spell or smthng to snap out of it but instead it just kinda wore off by the end of the episode (maybe, depends on how you read the whole buttons turning into a bird scene). this is very funny to me for some reason

anne rubbing the cup she's holding against her tit. queen.

stede bonnet idiot dumbfuck moments

i LOVE anne's line delivery of "eddie motherfuckin teeeeach" like yeah that's cj's girl alright. or was cj's girl. who knows.

SECRET HANDSHAKE im cryinggggg. i love them.

stede's voice sounds so weird when he says "i wasn't looking for you" and that's because he's fucking lying through his teeth

LOVE how anne and mary look at each other after the "shipmates" "former" interaction like they are immediately on the same wavelength. and that wavelength is fucking with ed and his ex. they sniffed out a messy relationship dynamic and were like "oh hell yeah we need more of this in our lives"

ed is SO bitchy this whole scene i fucking love it. ed's face when he says "him?" fdhjksgfjhdgkj

ed: whatever 🙄 anne: whatever? 👀 mary: whatever! 😈

wee john getting more goth is so good

drunk izzy rambling at the ship's figurehead is so funny to me tho i miss drunk izzy

ed's crew lady macbeth "out damned spot" moments

i like how there's a goat in the background of this scene in anne and mary's house and it is unexplained and also never seen again.

ed's face after stede says "that's romance" is soooo good this bitch is so pissed. like oh would you have met me at the docs if i peeled the guard's face off instead of just paying him off? is that what fuckin does it for you???? not that it matters bc i dont care. but. cunt.

yeah im just focusing in on all of ed's faces in this scene. "quite the shift going from wearing people's faces to antique collectors" gets ed to freeze in the middle of bringing his drink up to his lips and just kinda stare off into the distance.

"how did you meet" has ed kind of frowning for a split second before stede starts answering and then he rolls his eyes very dramatically and sighs deeply

ed immediately being like "actually i was gonna kill him myself!" trying to undermine stede's meet-cute story. also anne and mary nodding along in complete unison bc this is just normal pirate conversation to them.

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also as someone who has been team "no ed was dead serious abt the plan to steal stede's identity" this was very vindicating for me. it's a bad plan and it doesn't make any sense but logistics literally dont matter in this show. what matters is giving this story the "falling for the mark" trope makes ed's character arc in season 1 that much tastier!!!!

ed and stede going back and forth telling their story i cant fucking wait until theyre happily together telling this story and instead of ed trying to downplay it and ruin the meet-cute-iness of it they're just building on each other and being sappy and adorable

"more like i relented" one of the biggest lies i've ever heard this man say fjhkgjkfdhk

"until he completely boned it" SAY IT. FUCKING SAY IT. SOOOOO TRUE ED.

auauhghgh the beard bit......... crying

THE!!!!! QUIETEST LITTLE "thank you" OF ALL TIME. TIED MAYBE WITH ED SAYING "thank you" AFTER "i think you're very sophisticated" IN 1.05

i dont blame stede for trying to get ed to open up right after that bc that was the first bone ed's thrown stede's way since he woke up. unfortunately ed is not in the mood to talk abt his near-death experience and mermaid hallucination sequence.

LOVE anne's little gesture when she says "rabbit" and the little hip cocking

stede being like "uhhhh we could leave" during the knifeplay exhibitionism moment

i giggle every time at the way the crew is instantly like "fuck closing our eyes we're doing any fucking surprises"

ngl idgw the crew yelled abt the piñata reveal. but ok

loooove stede's half of the crew just blowing past all the screaming and tension from ed's half. jim screams "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!!" abt the blindfold and roach is like "you won't want to stay the fuck away from this caaaake!" like roach fdhsjfgdhfjkghkj read the room?????

i love how much stede just. completely misses all of annie's flirting

ed coughing during the blunt session i love himmmmm

ok but ed's trying to be like "im totally over stede i dont even like him" and then ed reminiscing fondly with a distant smile abt the 1.06 stabbing scene

"and that was the... second time you left your wife?" underrated line

love how annie's been all quiet and seductive and then when she goes to make her move she's just like "WOUND THIS" and aggressively sits in stede's lap

also ok. "they're gonna be so jealous" is that annie talking abt ed and mary or is that annie using they/them pronouns for mary.

BUTTONS JUMPSCARE

also i love how they have that one medusa painting just. in their kitchen. im obsessed with the interior decor of this lesbian antique store that annie and mary live in

the way she's so touched by the poisoning attempt hjfgfjksghskjhgjkh

buttons being like "aahhhhhh do i give her... this bowl......????" fhjkghkfsjhk

"yeah, babe" TEALORANGES WIN

im honestly sad izzy's pathetic wet beast moment only really went for like three tiny scenes in one episode bc this shit was so funny to me. crawling away saying "you're born alone you die alone" over and over again. sir what are you even doing.

god buttons in this episode is so fucking funny bc i keep forgetting he's there. also why is he even there. like was he even invited to dinner or did he just sit down and annie and mary were like "oh ok i uh. guess we'll go make another plate??"

ed's face after buttons says the bit abt "i can tell this rabbit was intelligent" is soooo funny why is he so fucking pissed fdhsjkgyjdfkghjk

NO WAIT HE'S PISSED BC THAT WAS HIS FRIEND. THAT WAS HIS FRIEND THE WOLF HE WAS TELLING HIS SECRETS. NOW IM KINDA SAD :(:(:(

stede talking abt the sea when what he's actually talking abt is ed part 2 electric boogaloo

ed very calmly. standing up. and smashing the chair. im obsessed with him.

stede bonnet stupid dumbass moments

IMPROMPTU BLANKET FORT TIME

ed's voice is so quiet at the start of this scene he's not even yelling at stede until stede says "it's not fair" ohhhhhh my babygirl is so fucking sad........

"you ditching me without a note or anything" ed's literacy confirmed

"expecting me to just melt back into your arms" eddie my man. stede has not given literally any indication that he expected this at all. you are telling on yourself fhdjskghfkjshd

this scene is so fucking good i barely have anything to say abt it. just. u can rlly tell david jenkins wrote this ep himself lolll

"i was all in, mate. i was all in." IM SOBBING

oh nooooo i forgot that ed's line delivery of "im sorry my horrible naked chin disgusts you so much" isnt actually as sarcastic as the words itself make it seem. like it feels like ed wanted to say that all angrily and bitter but instead he just sounds sadddddd

ok ok but the way stede says "i love your chin naked or otherwise" and then after a pause (during which ed is keeping INCREDIBLY still bc u know otherwise he's just gonna burst into tearssss) stede whispers "ed" and ed is immediately like "don't" and then. stede going in for the "i love you" but like the way he's so slow with it?? he's literally like "i. love." and idk if it's bc he's trying to make this as clear as possible or if he's giving ed enough time to cut him off if he doesn't want to hear it

and ed DOES he DOES cut him off with "you don't get to say that to me" and he like. keeps glancing at stede out of the corner of his eye but not quite looking at him directly bc he knowwwwws it's like staring into the sun baby and ed knows if he looks at stede's face it's literally all over.

but also ed's face after stede pivots to "i love everything about you" he's SO pissed. he quietly groans and rolls his eyes bc this bitch. finding stupid loopholes to not being allowed to say "i love you." fuck this guy ed hates him so fucking much (lying)

oooooh when stede says "you don't have to say it back to me" ed's mouth opens and closes a bit before "not about to" bc this man is trying. SO hard not to cry (so am i but it's not working sorry there are tears on my face right now)

idk idk idk smthng abt "it's nice. feels good." makes me hurt so fucking bad bc the entire time since ed's woken up stede's been getting headbutted and snarked at passive-aggressively but stede's still like "i love being near you it makes me happy :)" brb i need. a fucking moment.

honestly tho how did annie and mary even overhear that bit bc they were on the other side of the room and stede was whispering SO quietly. opposite of when ppl in this show dont hear things despite the things being said like two feet away from them (1.03 geraldo and jackie talking abt how blackbeard was looking for stede, 2.01 zheng saying the indigo was worth way more than she spent on it)

LOVE how anne being like "stede likes the ladies" is how ed figures out "ohhhh wait ok theyre just fucking with us, got it" bc this guy??? liking women????? lmao

this also HAS to be why he gets over mary like his brain mustve gone "wait hang on why the fuck would he go back to her he doesn't even like women. guess maybe he really did panic huh" hdjksghfckghkjsh

obsessed with these TINY tiny details abt the ed/jack/annie/mary polycule dynamics we're given. ed would've expected as much from annie bc she's a fucking psycho. mary apparently used to not be like this. im putting the pieces together im connecting the dots.

ed and stede's knowing smug looks at each other. im obsessed.

annie being rlly sensitive to the word "bitch" im considering that more hints abt the polycule backstory

yayy fanny newspaper

"really? i mean she stabbed you, you poisoned her, and then she jumped on my face" stede this is all part of their very elaborate and deeply toxic sex life ok stop kinkshaming them

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curious if ed and stede are too distracted by mary spelling out their worst fears to comment on all the smoke coming into the room

"everything must go" like a fucking clearance sale. this is such a silly line. this is a silly show. i love it here.

WHY DONT THEY MAKE OUT SLOPPY STYLE HERE THO

wait are they crying while they hug??? bro these girls are so fucking messy i love them

ed saying "see you guys" before he leaves them in their burning house. i would die for him

ok team arts and craft time while making a prosthetic for izzy. obsessed with how the b plot of this episode is literally "the crew struggles to get along but they eventually set aside their differences and work together when they realize there's someone even more cringe and pathetic than any of them"

"YOU ARE!!! HARASSING A CRIPPLE!!!!!!" is suchhhh a funny line im sorry im gonna miss izzy at his lowest fhsjkhjksf. literally they just knocked on the door my dude calm downnnn

obsessed with izzy being genuinelly touched and expressing it by saying "fucking cocksuckers." this man is allergic to having feelings.

stede and ed painfully talking over each other bc everything is awkward and difficult. i love them.

ed's face when stede offers to let ed stay. his very quiet "yis." the way he says "might be nice" and then VERY QUICKLY looks away

stede yelling GREAT at the top of his lungs fhdsjkguydfgfjkhl

i love when these guys try to play it cool bc theyre so fucking bad at it hgdfgvjfxdkgjjdkkgjhfdkh

stede bonnet dumb idiot moron moments

ed staring off lovinglyyyyyy

buttons jumpscare

also is that fucking sage. are we doing cultural appropriation here

buttons saying "Earth Wind and Fire i wanna go higher" hfjkhgfdjkhgjkh

i love how ed. does not question this "fuck yeah, brother. fly."

ed teach lovesick fool moments

i love how happy ed sounds telling stede abt buttons he sounds like his old goofy self for the first time all season.... im gonna cry

also i like how the crew adopts izzy as their new creature. 10/10

post credits scene is annie and mary at dinner with buttons. i guess it's after stede goes to comfort ed but before they go eavesdrop on that convo.

buttons enjoying his last meal as a human. and also he's like "there's too much fucking on that ship i need to get away from it all." and his way of doing this is becoming a bird. love that.

#ofmd s2 spoilers #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #edward teach #stede bonnet #crew of the revenge #anne bonny #mary read #izzy hands #gentlebeard #s2e04 #txt #mine #og #ofmds2rwwiptjdmtaors

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Garmadon redesign 🥺

Quick note

Sorry this took long, I have work and I got sick so the art did kinda take a hit for it and the other request (I'll post by tomorrow hopefully). I do wana redo em in a better way when I get better.

Hey everyone one your favourite soup dumpling oni is here and I offer you today dilf man.

This was kinda fun to figure out since this is a redesign not a rework which is much more relaxing to do because there isn't much lore writing just me vibing with a billion Pinterest tabs lol.

So for this redesign I first thought of which garm I wanted to give  my go at it and after some thought I wanted to do garm in his first oni drip or what I dubed pre Island of darkness.

I actually sketched a garma design like a year or 2 ago where I used alot of white on him so I brought that idea back.

I love white on garmadon (heh..) and I think we shouldn't default to just black for him, he's not truly evil after all (he is kinda emo so I get it lol) . I brighted up his purple to be closer to his cannon indigo.

His outfit is inspired by oni artwork I looked up as well as his actual outfit, but I gave him a boob top. You can't see his boobs now he he he! >:3

I changed his hair to match sesnsi garm as well as change his helmet to be more personal then boonga cave man. I also want to reiterate that garm can retract his horns and tail (so can lloyd), so yeah screw helmet logic. I'm not feeling the white gloves but tell me what you think

Rember to defend Garmadon's honor and eat nice food

Bun, out

#ninjago #ninjago fanart #ninjago art #ninjago bun designs #ninjago garmadon #ninjago lloyd #ninjago zane #ninjago cole #ninjago kai #ninjago jay

[not-poignant]

Hi Pia

I'm so sorry you've been experiencing difficulties recently. I'm sending all my love and light your way and hope you start to feel a little less shitty soon.

P.s - Do you mind sharing your tiktok so we can follow you there too? Or is it a private acc?

Lots of love to you <3

It's not private! It's just not updated very often. Overall I'm more active on Instagram. But neither are private. The Tiktok is very art-focused so it might not be what you're looking for. But it's also pretty harmless overall.

And thank you anon <3

The last few days I had to stop writing and like...quickly redo my schedule for December and cut it back a little, which always makes me sad, but I'm trying to conserve my mental health as well as my physical. I realised I met all the criteria for a pretty serious depressive episode late last week (I have, alongside severe PTSD, Major Depressive Disorder, which is the one that will kill me if I don't keep an eye on it -> though I'm happy to report I'm not like in a very like 'I don't want to live' space right now, I can just tell I'm feeling / experiencing a lot of the red flags that go in that direction), and if I don't act now, that tends to lead to pretty bad places.

So I've redone the schedule for December and that will come out likely on Friday or Saturday. And then I'll only be posting during January for half of the month, and not the whole month, and taking off two weeks re: posting. Hopefully these are the sorts of things which will head off me needing to go into hiatus because I desperately don't want to do that <3

I can already tell I'm doing a little better after being a lot firmer with some boundaries, and also just...with myself re: taking more time off. I wish I didn't feel so guilty about it? But that's not anyone's fault here, that's shit to work on with my therapist/s, lol.

Today I spent around 3 hours researching a response to an ask (whoops), and then realised - not through any one person's actions but a bunch at once - that I need to kind of stop engaging with facecast stuff (nothing wrong with facecasting, the problem is wholly on me there and I wish I'd seen that sooner and saved people some pain and saved me from some rudeness).

I put away the shopping (we have a really good grocery delivery system here which is great for my disabilities etc.), and had some raspberries, and put on the Christmas tree lights.

I was so tired at lunch that I could only manage a bowl of cereal (and couldn't eat breakfast. I think my therapist would be like 'why are you putting three hours of research into responding to something instead of focusing on eating food' but well, whoops? Lol. To be fair I thought it would be way easier to answer, but Tumblr's search function is SO broken).

I fed my wonderful cat, Maybe, and got some sleep in the afternoon and then did some writing (1,200 words) on Palmarosa. It's like 7.00pm right now, and I'm going to put up some chapter commentaries on Patreon and Ream.

Tonight I might do some watercolour art, and I'm hoping to finish Palmarosa tomorrow.

December is actually a hard time of year for me anyway. It's the month that has the most chronological / time-based triggers, and my therapists know this and I'm hearing a lot of 'how are you in the lead up to December' which is about to become 'how are you coping with December.'

I'm grateful for small pleasures. Like my dahlias are looking pretty awesome right now. Here's some photos of this week (some art I'm working on, Maybe being cute, or screm, dahlia, Christmas set up, T-Rex ornament, Santa Platypus ornament):

#asks and answers #personal #lots of love to you too anon i hope you like the photos #that pride blanket was crocheted by my mum #i never have a themed christmas it's just #20 years of collected decorations salfjkas

[theflyingfeeling]

so yeah, I went to the BC signing session at Nokia Arena today, because what else would I, a full-grown adult with a respectable dayjob, do on a wintery Saturday if not stand in a queue freezing my toes off surrounded by sugar-high teenagers for hours, just to exchange a few words with some band dudes? 🤡

(wrote this for me as to remember at least something about it afterwards, but you may read this as well <3)

The queuing part was every bit as shitty as it always is when queuing to any BC event really, but I was in high spirits and great company who were polite enough to laugh at my shitty amazing jokes 🥰

Niko was so soft and nice and aaaaaaaaaa the way he laughed so heart-warmingly at the silly (practiced) thing I said?? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I want to put him in my pocket <3

So when I was a kid I used to collect stickers (this is relevant, trust me), especially dog stickers because dogs are cute, and I happen to have a full page of dachshund stickers that look exactly like Rilla, so I thought I'd give Aleksi a couple of those, and the other day I jokingly checked my local supermarket's sticker selection to see if they have any more fun stickers I could give him, and lo and behold I actually found some cool Spider-Man ones, and naturally I JUST couldn’t help myself 😂 and awwwwwww the way his entire face brightened up and he went "NO WAY!! 🤩" when he saw the dachshund ones aaaaaaa 😭💞😭💞😭💞😭 he said he'll put them on his laptop where he has also collected other stickers 🥺💞 I gave them in a Minigrip bag so that he hopefully won't lose them before he gets home (see the picture below for the stickers)

Aleksi’s hair looked super fluffy btw 🤲 you're welcome for this crucial information

The last time I saw Olli at a signing session I was so blown away by his beauty that I could barely speak a word to him, so this time I was determined to actually have some sort of a conversation with him, and I did succeed, even if we only talked about the weather (my go-to conversation topic) 😂 it's difficult to translate the Finnish word tarjeta, but basically I asked him how's the weather been in Oulu, and he said it's been cold ("Mites Oulussa on tarettu?" "Kylmä on."), but apparently he actually likes cold weather, my reply being "well I don't you fucking weirdo &lt;3"

Joonas heard this intellectual exhange of opinions and put in his two cents as he told me how they had recently visited Oulu and that it had been significantly colder than in Helsinki 👍

Also, as you may have seen from pictures by now, he was wearing no shirt under his blazer and yeah, I may have taken a good look at his rug while he was signing my totebag 👁️👄👁️ In my defence, he had it out for everyone to see, so where else was I supposed to look? His eyes? 🙄

At that signing session I went to in Stockholm last year (see the link above) I didn't manage to say a damn thing to Tommi lol (I blame Joel and Olli), so that was my other goal for this time and yaaaay, success! I didn't say much to him though, just "hi" and "ah darn, is that bloody marker not working? and here I thought I had bought a good one" ("Olin ostavinani hyvän tussin")

For context: I had brought my BC totebag (which I bought exactly 2 years ago tomorrow and have used maybe twice during all this time) with me for them to sign, and as I wasn't sure if they'd have fabric markers, I had gone and bought one for the purpose myself, and I had tested it (on paper) at home, but I guess the cold weather had affected the ink, so it was working quite poorly. They all did manage to scribble down their autographs though, and the extra time it took for them to do so offered me some extra time to chat with them, which was nice actually 🤭 (hehe sneaky meeee)

To Joel I said the new song is great ("Helevetin hyvä se uus biisi"), which he was pleased to hear. He gave me back my totebag but not my marker, so I had to ask for it lol, to which he said his brain was not working properly anymore (felt 💀), to which I said that at least he hasn't been standing in the freezing cold for hours, to which he said: "yeah, you're the actual heroes here" and hell yeah we are lol, I wouldn't do this shit for any other band 😌

Then he tried to give me the autograph card of the next person in line dfdggdgdgddd poor Joel, I guess his brain really wasn't working

Afterwards my mouth was SO dry from talking so much in such a short time lol, but I was happy I got to say most of the stuff I had wanted to say to them. I was planning to show Aleksi a picture of our family dachshunds like I had done in Stockholm, but with all the hassle with the marker I kinda forgot about it (I kept grumbling about the shitty marker to literally all of them except Joel), and anyway I didn't want to slow down the queue any more than I already was 🙈

After the signing session we had pizza and went to the local Christmas market that just opened today and I bought some organic coffee beans for my brother for Christmas, so all in all I had a lovely day (ignoring the cold-as-balls weather) 🥰💞

here are the stickers I gave to Aleksi:

and here's my freshly-signed totebag (why is Olli's autograph so cute 🥺)

(I know it looks like there are some strange stains on the tote but there really isn't, as I said I've barely ever used it, so I guess it's just the fabric doing a weird thing in that lighting)

#i'm not gonna translate what i said to niko because it won't make sense but @ any finnish-speaker that's curious: #''täältäkö niitä PMMP:n lippuja saa'' lol yes i am so funneeeeh #nikon nauru 😭🤲💞 #kerroin että olin jääny ilman (😔) ja niko oli kovin myötätuntoinen #sano että pitäs varmaan itekin lähtee PMMP:n keikalle #niko: ''nähään sit siellä!'' mä: ''mut kun ei mulla oo niitä lippuja!! 😩'' /ylidramaattinen #''toivottavasti saat jostain liput!'' damn me too bro #irrelevant but: stay tuned for day 2 of the olli/allu fic advent calendar!! 👀 #this is not a gig report but i'm still putting it in the tag so i can find it later: #gig reports by theflyingfeeling