#learning to do this from scratch was absolutely stunning

[inklessletter]

I'm begging you to take my hand break my plans that's my man

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@henderdads

This is based on this post over here and also in the promise of they loving me forever for it.

I'm sorry.

I love love.

They do, too.

The original photograph is STUNNING!!

(Can you believe I almost did not trust my own process here? Thank you for staying with me)

#inklessletter #trust the process #fanart #stranger things #st art #steddie #steddie art #steddie fanart #black and white #digital art #artists on tumblr #steve harrington #eddie munson #bokeh lights #learning to do this from scratch was absolutely stunning #thank you for thinking of me of this one #love you all #ink's art

[wilteddreamsofbaldursgate]

Girl dad Astarion who is mourning the times when his biggest problem was coming up with more or less child-friendly excuses to not read yet another bedtime story. Or to fix the dress of a shabby old doll that gave him the creeps. Or to kiss some scratches better, even though the minuscule wounds usually troubled him more than they did the damn child. 

Nobody ever told him that children grow up this fucking fast, okay?

But now he has to watch his darling little girl grow into a beautiful young woman, and he is—quite frankly—terrified for her. 

Because wherever he looks, he can see that strangers are watching her, too. 

It doesn’t even bother him that they notice his daughter’s beauty, no, you would have to be blind not to see it. She’s stunning—obviously. She's his child after all…and Tav’s, of course, but that’s not the point. 

It’s the way they're looking at the girl that disgusts Astarion to his very core. Leering eyes following her every move. Ulterior motives buried under layers of false niceties. Seemingly innocent little touches stolen as if those filthy hands were entitled to her body in any way. 

And for all their obnoxious gawking, they don’t even see her. They seldom care for his daughter’s talents, her sense of humour, or her intelligence. Her heart.

Those heads are only turning for a pretty face, and for all the small privileges that might afford her, they always come with a price—a price Astarion has paid once upon a time; a price he doesn’t ever want his daughter to even consider accepting.

But the world is not kind. It’s already leaving scratches on his child that neither he nor Tav can kiss better any longer. 

And Astarion hates it because the last time he felt this helpless was when his own pretty face was all that kept him, well, as alive as he could be. A thing to be used for other people's gain. Selling himself out for crumbs.

And then, one day, he notices a new bracelet on his daughter’s wrist. 

She happily hands it over to him so he can take a look. Then she tells him some stranger gifted it to her. Just like that! 

All they wanted for it was a little smile—isn’t that so great, father? 

It’s not. Far from it. Astarion is fuming inside. 

How dare some random nitwit think that ugly trinket worthy of his daughter’s wonderful smile? The audacity. The nerve. Unbelievable! 

“Darling, it’s not a gift if they’re expecting something in return,” a forced smile tugs at his lips, trying to soften his scolding tone.

It doesn’t work.

“But it’s so pretty, I had to have it!” 

The girl sulks, her little nose scrunched up as if he just sent her to bed without her fairy tales. Astarion supposes, in a way, he has.

“And what do we do when we see something we want, dear?” 

She rolls her eyes at him in a way that always has Tav cackling up. Maybe it's because, in moments like this, she looks a little too much like her father. 

“We just pocket it.”

“Exactly, my darling child, we just pocket it,” Astarion nods approvingly. “And if they ask for a smile next time?”

“We stab them,” she sighs.

“Absolutely, we do. Now, off with you, lest your daggers get all rusty, you lazy duck.” 

Ending the discussion with a gentle smile, Astarion watches the girl go before he produces the offending bracelet from his sleeve. 

It’s always out of sight, out of mind with pretty things, isn't it?

He takes another look at the bracelet, scrunching up his nose as if it gave off a particularly vile smell. In a way, it does.

In fact, it’s giving Astarion the creeps. And it's not even made from real gold, by the way.

Astarion scoffs at the cheap trinket. This child still has so much to learn.  

#astarion #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #dadstarion #astarion x tav #astarion headcanons #baldur's gate astarion #astarion ancunin #to the best worst dad #astarion father of the year every year #being perceived is pain #girlhood in a nutshell

[inkykeiji]

Vox and electrical play I'm losing my mind

I KNOW he'd zap you when you get too close to cumming, a silent signal for you to stop nnnnnnnhhhjjhhhhh

OKAY YES YES YES holy shit anon this is an absolutely delicious idea and my brain totally short-circuited (lol) when i read it ooooh my gosh

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, electrical play, edging, implied mindbreak, overstimulation words: 428

he likes to use the electricity conducted in his claws—finds it more personal, more intimate that way—and will absolutely use it to edge you. he knows your body so well, has analyzed all of your mannerisms and micro-expressions right down to every twitch and quiver and whine, so he knows how to pull you apart and painstakingly put you back together. he knows that the trembling of your thighs means you’re teetering on the edge of ecstasy; that the scratching of your nails at his wrists, his shoulders, his chest means more, more, more, fuck me harder, faster, rougher; that the rolling of your eyes, whites framed by fluttering lashes, means your brain’s turned to a pleasant buzz of incoherent static.

as such, he knows exactly when to strike.

it’s so sweet to see the way you jolt with each zap—he swears it’s one of his favourite sights, the way your flesh ripples so prettily as the current surges through your veins. he swears he can almost see it, that bolt of teal electricity racing your blood, leaving sizzling sweat beading on your skin. 

it’s so precious, how a little too much will leave you stunned and stupid, body gone rigid for a few seconds before it mollifies beneath his touch again, shimmering cords of drool oozing from your mouth and crystalline tears embellishing your eyes, glittering as they catch on the jagged strikes of cyan lightning cracking around his form.

it’s so cute when you ask him for more even after his relentless assault, your body malleable and aching, fresh burns in the shape of his claws singed into your hips and thighs, your pleads heavy with pleasure and tangled in threads of spit. it makes him feel fucking incredible, invincible, how desperate you are for him, how devoted you are to him, even as he sears your mind to nothing but pretty blue cinders. it’s beautiful; you’re beautiful with him coursing through your body—his electricity crackling in your muscles, his love fizzing in your heart, his cock stuffing your cunt to the brim. 

but what he doesn’t expect is when his warning tases evoke the opposite of the intended effect—instead of halting your orgasm, it accelerates it, the sparks zipping through your veins coalescing in the pit of your tummy and forming one dense, pulsing ball of heat, furling tighter and tighter in on itself until it explodes, your cunt convulsing around him in the cutest spasms, gushing all over his cock. 

and, oh, he just learned some very valuable information. 

author’s note: alsooo i absolutely think vox has the ability to ‘store’ energy in his claws to save it up for more intense shocks, and i think he’s obsessive and methodical with the whole process, even as he’s fucking the life out of you, analyzing which type of shock he wants to use next; something big and stinging? something that’s just going to send tiny zaps of electricity shooting through your veins? which is best for the present situation? it’s all part of the fun to him ♡

#vox x reader #vox x you #vox x y/n #vox smut #hazbin hotel smut #AAAAAAAH ANON #MY BRAIN: FRIED #WHEW #he’s so sexyyyyy #thank u for sending this in anon ohhh my gosh #i hope ur having a fabulous wednesday bb! #pls stay safe and don't forget to hydrate!!! #inky.vox #inky.hazbin #inky.bb #clari gets mail

[lorre-verie]

❝ Waking Up with Jake ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

summary: gn! omaticayan! reader and Jake wake up one morning. that's it. literally. you guys do not make it out of the bed aside from a flashback but then again that’s not really getting out of bed is it?

word count and approx. reading time: 1.2k, 3-5 minutes?

pairings: jake sully x you

basically: - this takes after Jake Sully is permanently in his na’vi body, and you guys are mated - also tsu’tey is alive and the olo’eyktan cause we can’t have Jake leaving you too early in the morning for chief duties, can we? - oneshot - this is b4 the omaticaya move to highcamp cause I NEED the forest feelz for this (PRETEND IT NEVER BURNT DOWN USE YOUR IMAGINATION JSUT BE HAPPY.)

warnings: fluff, physical contact, nothing suggestive (I THINK???)

dictionary: 

oeyä tìyawn: my love yawne: beloved

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You feel the morning light shine warmly on your face, waking you up from your deep slumber. You open your eyes to the familiar sight and feeling of your home; the radiant forest of Pandora. You could hear the sounds of the creatures chittering and gliding around in the air above you. 

Taking a deep breath to wake yourself up, you were able to smell the scent of the bark and leaves of the trees surrounding you and your freshly woven hammock, made by you and your mate to commemorate your union before Eywa. Your mate, who had his hands wrapped tightly around your waist and his chin rested on top of your head. 

“Ma’Jake, it is time for us to rise.” you half-whispered, trying to sit up. But his arms would not budge. “Mmmpf. Just….5 more minutes, love.” Jake said in the language of the sky people. You groaned, slightly, still struggling to get out of his tight grasp. Him speaking his language reminded you of the time you both first met. 

It was pure coincidence; he had been stranded by Neytiri by accidentally saying something to offend her, and he ran the wrong direction while trying to catch up to her. You were collecting herbs for healing wounded warriors, and he stumbled upon you. “Hey!” he called towards you, seeing you scraping some bark off the trees and placing it into a pouch tied to your waist. 

You turned to him, and he stopped dead in his tracks. You looked stunning to him. You, on the other hand, were confused. This was the man from the Sky? What was he doing here all alone? “Isn’t Neytiri supposed to be with you?” you asked him, but he didn’t understand. “Neytiri? Neytiri uhm. She left me here.” he said, in a clumsy accent, trying to pull together words he learned from Neytiri beforehand. 

You shook your head, holding in a laugh as you walked towards him, lightly treading on the grass. You couldn’t understand him completely, but you got the gist of it. He froze as you approached him, heart beating fast at the way your smile changed your face entirely from stunning to absolutely captivating. 

You put your hands on his shoulders, checking his back and letting your eyes roam around his body to examine for any scratches, wounds or bruises. And for…other purposes. Needless to say, you were pleased with the result. His toned chest was unharmed, and his muscular arms were firm. And also unharmed. That’s why you were feeling his arm up. 

No other reason. 

You did a great job being subtle, Jake thinking that this was simply the Na’vi way of checking people for bruises. You looked up at him, looking into his eyes. You weren’t short, but this man was tall. The way he looked back at you, meeting your gaze, it was electrifying. You quickly looked to the side, turned around and started walking to the direction of the camp. You looked over your shoulder to see that he was still standing right where you left him. 

You gave him a side eye, and started remembering some of the english words that the healer from the sky, Grace, had taught you. “Come.” you called to him, and he snapped out of his trance. He quickly jogged towards you, and you led him back to camp.

Ever since that day, you had been seeing him more often. He taught you english and you taught him the na’vi language, helping Neytiri’s efforts to assist him in rolling his R’s correctly. Whether it be by meeting by pure chance in the middle of the woods, near the healers tent, him choosing to sit next to you during dinner or laying right next to you when you woke up, he had become a very important part of your life.

“Oeyä tìyawn. Wake up.” you urged, trying harder to get out of his grasp, but it seemed the more you struggled, the more complicated the situation got. He tangled his legs with yours, and you were able to feel his warm body against your back. 

You sighed, but then a devilish smirk creeped up onto your face. You had recalled him telling you that there was a certain part of the male human body that was more sensitive to others, and upon him tangling your legs together, it gave you the perfect opening. You kicked your leg back, hitting his crotch. 

“OGH!” he howled in pain, letting you go. You sat up triumphantly, and quickly tried to get away from your shared hammock. But as soon as you stood up, he grabbed your hand and pulled you down, and you let out a shocked scream. You now were laying on his chest, hands on either side of his head, staring into his yellow eyes. And he was staring into your eyes. 

He let out a smug smile, “Fall for me again?” he said in a husky voice. You rolled your eyes and was about to say something back to him, but he took the opportunity to take your stomach and pull it down onto his, but that was a mistake in his case. You heard his super fast heartbeat coming from his chest, and you slowly looked up at him, smiling. “Yawne, I think it is you who misses me.” 

He shut you up by tickling your sides, to the point where you couldn’t stop laughing. “Ma’Jake-” you let out in between laughs, “must get to our duties-” but he didn't give up. He wanted to make you pay for disturbing his wonderful period of resting with his mate. 

Eventually, he stopped. Now it was him who had you pinned to the hammock, looking up at him. He inched his face towards you and grinned, showing off his fangs. “I’ll let you go if you just apologise, babe.”

You frowned. “For what, ma’jake?” you inquired.

“For making me feel like this." he whispered. "All I can think about sometimes is you.” he says, face turning fully serious. He had hearts in his eyes as he gazed at you, taking in your form. 

You looked like a deity to him. He would worship you day and night if it meant he could spend the rest of his life with you like this, seeing your smile and your frowns, seeing you deep in thought and seeing you with the wind blowing your hair back as you rode happily on the back of your ikran, seeing you.

You were more radiant to him than any sight he could ever see on Pandora. 

Now there was barely any space left between you two. You put your hand on the back of his face and pushed him towards you, pressing his soft lips against yours. He closed his eyes, and you closed yours. You both relished in the feeling of each other, and you smiled against the kiss. 

He pulled away suddenly. You looked at him, wondering if you did something wrong. “Is there something wrong, love?”

“Yeah.” he says, and as you’re about to apologise, he presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “It’s the fact that I can’t get enough of you.” he smiles, pressing more kisses around your face as you laugh. 

Mornings like this were perfect, and you both wouldn’t spend it any other way.

∘°∘♡∘°∘

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MAN I wrote that in like what? An hour? Idk if I can even write fluff but like i hope you guys enjoyed it 💚 this is definitely not proofread so in case i made any mistakes or referred to the reader as a certain gender please feel free to lmk! have a wonderful day and thank you so much for reading to the end!  (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧♡*.✧

#avatar 2009 #avatar 2022 #avatar x reader #jake sully #jake sully x you #jake sully x reader #avatar twow #avatar the way of water #avatar way of water #avatar x y/n #avatar fanfiction #jake sully x y/n #sully family #atwow #neteyam sully #tuk sully #kiri sully #loak sully #neytiri #tsutey #jake sully fanfic #fluff #neteyam #tuktirey #lo'ak #tsireya #ao'nung #aonung #ronal #tonowari

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Yandere Parental and Brotherly Gods and Humans reacting to Child Human Reader being bullied by a slightly older child deity, and no one knew about the bullying, until they all got called to the kindergarten Reader goes to because she got into a fight with child Deity who’s been picking on her for a few months now (Reader gave him a broken nose, black eye and a few bruises, meanwhile she’s mainly unscathed with only a few scratches, her nose slightly bloody and her hair slightly messy)

They discover from Eve, Aphrodite, Parvati, Kali and Durga that Child Deity was bullying Reader because he has a crush on her (Both instantly figured out that Child God has a small crush on Reader, but is to shy/dumb to admit it, and thinks it’s cute, but the men obviously do not)

Who’s ready to fist fight this child? As a way to say ‘Reader is never going to date’, ‘Absolutely not’ or ‘The only way you can date my daughter is if you take her from my cold. dead. corpse’

Basically, all of them are ready to traumatize this child for bullying Reader

-A phone call home from your school was usually never a good thing, the past two calls were because you had gotten sick and needed to be picked up.

-This one however, was different, little five-year-old you, the cutest kindergartener in the world, had gotten into a fight!!!

-Your whole family was quickly at the school, your massive adopted family of humans, valkryies, and gods, many who were immediately demanding to know what had happened and who had put their hands on you.

-However, once they entered the principal’s office, the other child and his parents, a slightly older deity, in the second grade, looks like he got his ass kicked.

-He had a bloody nose, something his mother was trying to stop, a black eye, multiple abrasions, while you only had your hair messed up a bit, a few scratches, and your own bloody nose, something Eve rushed to your side for.

-The other child’s parents went to yell, until they saw themselves facing the most powerful gods in Valhalla, their bark instantly leaving them.

-The principal, a kind but powerful older goddess, explained that you had attacked the other child, after he was picking on you, pulling your hair, taking your things, pushing you down, and after a bit more prying from both you and him, he had been doing it for months now!

-The child was panicking, looking up at the furious Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Odin, Thor, Loki, Buddha, Shiva, Ares, Hermes, Hercules, Brunnhilde, Lu Bu, Adam, Kojiro, Jack, Raiden, Nikola, Qin Shi Huang, and Beelzebub, all glaring darkly at him.

-Your mother figures, Eve, Kali, Durga, Parvati, and Aphrodite were upset as well, but looked more annoyed, rather than murderous.

-Parvati was the one to get the child to tell why he was picking on you, because he thought you were cute and didn’t know how to admit it.

-Aphrodite was the one to step forward after his mother cooed, thinking it was cute, a glare on her face, “It is not cute, to say things like that he picks on her because he has a crush on her will not be tolerated. Y/N and other young girls will learn, if you treat the situation like this, as they should learn to tolerate this kind of abusive treatment! They will grow up learning that if a man hits them, it’s because he likes them!”

-His mother gawked, having not thought about it that way, while the other women were quick to agree while the men were stunned, learning this side of things.

-The boy apologized to you and you accepted it with a bright grin, making his cheeks turn a bit red, and both families were quick to forgive as well, but your parental units gave him and his family a warning, that he better not hurt you again, or else.

-It was two days later when you came home holding a flower, a smile on your face, “Lookie! B/N gave this to me!!”

-The men were quickly up in arms, Nikola holding you close, as the men were all shouting that you were never going to date and never get married.

-You had question marks flying around your head, wondering why they were all so worked up at the moment while Aphrodite was giggling lightly, taking a video as blackmail for your wedding to tease all of the men in your family.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror loki #ror hades #ror buddha #ror thor #ror heracles #ror jack the ripper #ror adam #ror odin #ror beelzebub #ror brunhilde

[ugh-yoongi]

your hand is touching mine and i can't stop myself from taking it & Yoongi

thank you for the request! i've had this sitting in my drafts forever, so it gave me an excuse to finish it (and why it's so long dgkjd one day i will learn what a drabble is). i hope you enjoy it. <3

i call this yoongi's romantic comedy of errors.

pairing: yoongi x f. reader

genre: friends to lovers, miscommunication, fluff/comedy

warnings: reader is taehyung's sister, they're coworkers, yoongi is really bad at asking people out on dates someone pls help our boy, some swearing. this was long and i was too lazy to edit it, so if you see any mistakes no you didn't.

wordcount: 2100

taking valentine's day drabble requests here ♡

Yoongi reaches for his wallet, cheeks aching from hours spent laughing.

He’s glad he did this—took a chance, asked you out properly. There’s none of the usual awkwardness that comes along with nights out, none of the dread of having to turn someone down, none of the guilt. No, this had gone well. Better than he ever could’ve imagined, and instead of preparing his trademark I had a great time, but… speech, he’s trying to figure out how to ask you out again without being a floundering, incompetent mess.

But then you reach for your wallet, too, and Yoongi—

“What are you doing?” he laughs, aiming for casual.

It works. You laugh softly, quirking an eyebrow. “Getting my card so we can split the bill.”

The words are out of his mouth before his brain can catch up. “What? I can’t let you pay on a—”

Everything comes to a screeching halt. A record-scratch moment. Because he finally figures out what’s going on, sees the way your eyes widen in panic at Yoongi calling this a date. Surely, he’d been clear enough when he asked you to dinner. He had to have been. He distinctly remembers wearing his best shirt into the office that day. He’d even worn the expensive cologne—the one he’d carefully rationed because you’d complimented it before and he didn’t want it to run out before he got a chance to use it properly.

No, he couldn’t have been that dumb. Still—he wracks his brain, tries to remember how he’d worded it, except now he’s in survival mode and everything’s coming up blank. So he does the only thing he can think of—“I can’t let you pay for your birthday dinner.”—and lies.

What a fucking idiot.

“Yoongi,” you say slowly, like you’re talking to the idiot he most definitely is. “My birthday isn’t for another four months.”

The laugh he forces out can only be described as a hellish witch cackle. “I know that,” he insists, “but I just figured why not, you know! Who says you can’t take your friends to birthday dinners four months early?”

You’re nearly stunned into silence. “But this isn’t even our traditional birthday dinner restaurant.”

“I wanted to try something new,” he answers, even though it comes out more like a question. He had wanted to try something new, and look where that’s gotten him. “Hoseok said this place was nice.”

“Yeah, but Hoseok’s been with his partner for eighty years.”

Yoongi’s laugh is pained, now. No more witch cackle, just the dying wheezes of a man running out of excuses and time. One of his favorite things about you is how smart and unwilling to put up with bullshit you are. A week ago, he never would’ve entertained being on the receiving end of it, but now it’s all he can do to tread water. “Oh, really?” he asks, playing stupid. “I didn’t think this place had, like, partner vibes.”

“There’s a little candle on the table,” you deadpan. “There’s a woman in the corner playing a violin. It absolutely has partner vibes.”

“Maybe I just wanted to splurge?”

Your stare is pointed, gaze full of suspicion. “Did you, now.”

There’s a moment where the light breaks through the clouds. Clarity, and Yoongi doesn’t make the same mistake twice. You’re not buying anything he’s selling, so he’s not going to force it. This wasn’t a date for you. He’ll tuck his tail between his legs and take the loss, and it’ll hurt, sure, and it’ll be one of those things that keeps him up at night years into the future, the embarrassment agonizing, but keeping your friendship intact is more important.

So he just sighs. Hands your credit card back to you and ignores your protests. “Of course I did,” he answers. Tries handing the envelope with just his card inside to a passing waiter, but you throw your arm into the aisle to stop him.

“Quit playing with me and tell me what’s going on,” you snap. “You’re being weird and I don’t like it.”

The waiter side-steps your arm and says, “Please unhand me, ma’am.”

(God, Yoongi’s going to have to triple his tip.)

“Shut up, Taehyung, I’m not even touching you.”

(Quadruple it, by the looks of it.)

Taehyung just sighs. “Fuck you, dude. I didn’t bother you the entire time you were on your date, and now you wanna mess with me when I’m just trying to cash out and go home.”

Yoongi says—“Oh, do you know him?”

—at the same time you say, “He’s my broth—what do you mean my date?”

Taehyung looks at you the way you’d looked at Yoongi. “Do you know where you are right now?”

You snap your fingers. “Because it has partner vibes, right?”

“Definitely has partner vibes,” Taehyung agrees. “There’s little candles on the tables.”

You turn to Yoongi. “I told you!” All he can do is shrug. Candles aren’t really his thing, mostly just ambiance, so what does he know.

Taehyung looks between the two of you, clearly running numbers in his head. How to not lose his tip, probably, or maybe envisioning what Yoongi would be like as a brother-in-law. No, wait—

“Okay, I’m gonna go. This is really weird and you’re both very stupid. Bye.”

You roll your eyes. “Yoongi’s just—”

“I literally do not care who my sister is dating! It’s none of my business!” Taehyung calls over his shoulder, much to Yoongi’s horror and the dismay of the rest of the patrons.

Once he’s gone, the two of you sit in awkward silence. He’s surprised you’re sticking around. The night has turned into an absolute shitshow, and Yoongi wouldn’t blame you a bit for leaving, though the fact that you haven’t has him hesitantly optimistic. Maybe he can salvage this, figure out a way to explain the miscommunication in a way that doesn’t sound condescending, because I’m sorry I thought I asked you out properly makes you sound like a dunce who can’t comprehend when they’re being asked out properly.

What a mess.

It’s not until Taehyung returns with his card, he’s tipped 50%, and he’s moving to put on his jacket do you speak. “Was he right?”

“Your brother?” Yoongi asks reflexively. You nod and his palms get all sweaty. “Um. I’m not really sure how to answer that.”

You snort. “Honestly, for a start.”

“I—okay,” he acquiesces. “Maybe not here, though. People are still staring and it’s making me want to throw up.”

The two of you move to his car. He turns it on and lets it idle, turns on your seat warmer and the heat because it’s cold outside and he’s already sweating buckets so what difference does it make. He’s got the anxiety shakes, anyway. And it’s not lost on him that this is new, too. Before, the two of you always met up in the city. Separate cars, separate ways. He’d picked you up tonight. Right at seven, just like he’d said, so he can’t figure out where everything had gone sideways.

“Okay, I’m just gonna—I did think this was a date,” he says. Feels good to get it out there, he supposes, but the way your jaw drops doesn’t make him feel too great.

You snap it shut. “Oh. Okay.”

He picks at his dress pants. He knows the fabric is expensive but not what it is. The salesperson at the store said it was one of their best and the charge on his card confirmed it. He’d bought three-million won pants for a date and he’d managed to fuck it all up. “Yeah. Sorry.”

“For what?”

“Huh? What d’you mean for what. For thinking it was a date when it wasn’t.”

Friendships have survived worse, right? There’s a guy who works with both of you who divorced his wife of ten years and they still go on vacations together all the time, so the two of you are going to be fine. Shit, would Yoongi be able to go to Saint-Tropez with you after a divorce? That’s some heavy shit. That’s almost insane, he thinks. Does he have that kind of maturity? Is it maturity? The guy works in the communications department, so maybe he’s just… good at that? Maybe Yoongi should’ve asked him for some pointers.

“Can I just ask,” you start, and it’s the way you turn in your seat, angling your body towards him, that activates his fight-or-flight. Yoongi’s anxiety is not built for this kind of confrontation. Not at all. “What made you think it was a date?”

“My pants are three-million won,” he blurts out.

“You thought this was a date because… you’re wearing expensive pants?”

He groans. Bonks his head against the steering wheel and nearly has a heart attack when the horn beeps, far too loud for this parking garage. “No, it’s not just the pants. I thought I’d been very clear when I asked you to dinner that it was, like, a date. And then I almost said that and you looked really panicked, like you’d rather be buried alive, so I lied and said it was a birthday dinner even though it obviously wasn’t, and then your brother—and, yeah. I don’t know. Clearly I’m not as good at this as I thought I was.”

“Okay, first of all: yikes.” Yoongi nearly wails. “Secondly: Yoongi, you said you don’t date coworkers! Why the hell would I have thought this was a date?”

“In my defense, I said that a long time ago.”

“And never rescinded it!” you argue back. “Why would I think that’d changed?”

“Well—because!” Your stare is blank. “Because I picked you up—”

“I told you my car is in the shop three days ago—”

“And I’m pretty sure when I asked, I said, do you want to go to dinner with me—”

“Sure,” you concede, “as friends! We always go to dinner together!”

“But…” He sighs, runs his hands down his face. Might as well rip off the bandaid. “My pants.”

“Yoongi, all of your pants are expensive. You make an ungodly amount of money a year.”

“It’s Valentine’s Day?” he tries again.

You groan. “Yeah, and I’m supposed to give you a gift.” You run your hands over your face, and it’s really stupid, Yoongi thinks, because you’re wearing makeup. Did you always wear makeup when the two of you went to dinner? He can’t remember. He knows “no makeup” makeup is a thing, so he’s not all that confident he could tell what is and isn’t makeup, and it hits him for the millionth time this evening how bad he is at this.

“Look,” you continue, “let’s just… go somewhere else.”

“Maybe you should pick, since…” He gestures vaguely at himself.

You nod. “Yeah, good idea. That new ice cream place is close. We could go there.”

Yoongi glances out the window. It’s cold outside. A little gray, too, so it’s probably going to snow, considering it’s the middle of February and it’s been unseasonably cold, even for winter. But it’s not an outright rejection. It’s your idea, and if he dares to think it, the look you’re giving him is hopeful. He’s sure the wires in his brain will overheat and start crackling at the mere thought of you wanting to spend more time with him, so he’s agreeing before he can think twice. If his fucking pants are three-million won, they better keep him warm.

He doesn’t know what to do once you’re out of the car. Does he try to hold your hand? Does he loop his arm through yours? Throw an arm over your shoulders and pull you against his side? He’s already ten steps behind. He’s got a few centimeters on you, but your legs are longer, and it’s a little embarrassing, the hurried waddle he does to catch up. And he must sidle up too close, because your hand brushes against his.

Still warm, even though it’s going to snow. Even though you aren’t wearing gloves. All he can think is that the two of you are on your way to some new ice cream place because you wanted to go there, even though he’s put you through the ringer tonight, so he exchanges his stupidity for bravery. Closes in a little more, smiles when you look up at him and cock an eyebrow.

Because your hand is brushing against his, and he can’t stop himself from taking it.

For the first time all night, he knows it’s the right move when you smile.

#vday drabbles #yoongi imagine #yoongi drabble #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #jewel answers

[coralhoneyrose]

QUICK I MUST HAVE CHROBIN FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS BEFORE I WRITE THEM MYSELF

Oh man, I wish I could ask you follow-up questions in order to curate these recommendations more to your taste LOL. Idk if you are interested in reading chrobin for all Robin genders, if you're only looking for complete fics, if you're comfortable with smut, etc., but in light of my inability to know your preferences, I'm just gonna cast a wide net with my recommendations and let you sort through what appeals most to you from the list. I am also going to resist talking about *what* I love about each of these fics for now or else we will be here all day, but if there are any you would like to hear more about in a follow-up, feel free to lmk. Clearly I am just excited to have any excuse to talk about chrobin and some of the very wonderful fan work that exists for the pairing <3

Also big disclaimer that this is not a comprehensive list. This fandom is 2000+ fics strong and I am absolutely going to forget some gems and personal favorites. Additional note that many of the authors on here are prolific contributors with many excellent chrobin fics and that I definitely recommend browsing their profiles for more if you enjoy anything on here. In fact, please do, because I tried to limit myself to just one selection per author here and some of these writers have so sooooo many chrobin fics that make me crazy in the best way. Okay, without further ado:

A Book of Most Curious Letters (Perhaps silly to include this one in that it's very fandom famous but it's also my all time favorite so I'm including it anyway LOL)

The Heart of the Moon

All's Fair In War and Fake Engagement

An Inevitable Encounter

Otherworldy

The Blank Man

Take On Me, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Chrom

Carrion Comfort

there's a record on and the song remains

Stunning

worthiness is no more than a brazen gambit

Convince Me

The Colours of Me, the Colours of You, the Colours of Us

Oceanic Eyes, a Radiant Smile, and a Solar Halo

I Like What We Have

A Gentle Whisper

Homecoming

For Lucina

Return

like a thief into the night

First

Between

The Rook's Endgame

Someone reaching back for me

Priorities

Okay, I'm gonna cut myself off there for now--hopefully this helps! That being said, I definitely think that in addition to reading these fics you should still consider writing some yourself if you want to~ Often times creating scratches a different type of itch, and from a purely selfish standpoint, I like having more chrobin to read too LOL. Thanks for the ask, anon!

#Asks #Anonymous #I never know if I should tag something like this with the ship name or not lol #Potentially valuable for sorting / labeling purposes but I feel bad populating the actual ship tag with my rambling afgfkd #Fan fics

[amisalami03]

cave mommy headcanons :D [this is my first time doing this help]

i'm gonna flip the script a little with this one, I think shes way more chill BUT will troll at any time >:)

she walked past pickle and sprayed him for no reason which resulted in a mini brawl , it was swiftly ended when cave shawty picks pickle up and suplexes him, so in celebration she beats her chest then goes to sleep in a nearby tree

she's definitely omnivorous in my book but she will eat meat and acts like a leopard by hiding her game in trees and pissing on those who walk to close to her territory this isn't a piss-kink thing I swear she's literally feral and piss is her prehistoric version of pocket sand

ironically enough though she and pickle are mated but he can not stand her ass sometimes, but she literally doesn't gaf and will lay on top of him (because she can.) and pickle does not seem to mind his woman using him as a mattress he will growl lowly but eventually puts himself to sleep since her warmth, scent and breathing patterns make it impossible to keep him awake lol (also its a sense of familiarity and comfort of her being the only thing he left of the past, so he willingly tolerates it)

because of her retsu's hair has been let down to its full glory and she even gave him a beautiful restyle :3 (lots of stick and shiny rock so cool |:) <- cave mommymoji) pickle didnt like it and wanted to fight retsu but a swift kick upside his head thwarted that act of petty conflict

she has no clue whats going on but is happy to see such small little guys doing complex things

she fucking LOVES pinwheels and windchimes hell yes little trinkets for her pretty please, even pickle is entertained when she shoves a pinwheel in his hair and shows him her stolen hardware store collection of chimes and shiny glass lawn ornaments used to water flowers -> |:) [her proud face]

she scratches her head like a dog and prefers to stay quadraped, which threw the boys off when she finally decided to stand on her two legs

katsumi told retsu he saw her walking on two legs before everyone else did and retsu called him a liar stating that she simply hadn't "evolved" to do that yet, as soon as he was done saying that she walked right passed them with various lawn ornaments in her arms, farted and continued walking without breaking a stride. retsu was stunned and katsumi just put his hand on his shoulder to console him.

I like to think she has a fighting style similar to dogwatch man from one punch man, which makes her a very hard opponent to defeat since her speed and agility far surpass her bipedal descendants

baki used her as a shield until she force-fed him a handful of grubs and ever since then shes been wondering where he's been |:( his ass ran away from her for about a week

she found him eventually and frantically fussed over him while holding him in a tight embrace, she thought she lost her baby again

Please keep her away from vending machines and claw games, to her they are like giant see through crustaceans she can crack open and benefit from, her and pickle will leave a wake of litter and shards of glass to get whats inside

Loves fountains, they are like vertical waterfalls to her and she’s mesmerized by how the magic water goes up 24/7

She draws cave paintings and is very proud of her work

Absolutely blown away by crayons, completely opened pandoras box for her wait until she learns about paint and markers

Keep scented/colorful soaps and chemicals away from her…she will try to drink them and get sick…no she probably wont die, but she will shit and vomit alot, pickle didnt wanna take the risk to drink fabuloso after that

She has an underbite snaggle tooth that sticks out

This is all I can come up with

This is all I can give you…for now

[mochiimadness]

Hello! I saw your witch! S/o and I absolutely loved it! I was wondering if you could do the same for me?

ROTTMNT turtles (each turtle separately!) x Elegant fighter! Kitsune! S/o hcs?

Also you have a lovely day / afternoon / night and a WONDERFUL YEAR!!

(Also if you are uncomfortable with this request please ignore it!!)

Ofc!

Neon Leon

Leo is a pretty flashy fighter

He knows it, you know it, we all know it- he’s a show off

Which means, he pays attention when someone’s fighting style is different than normal

The first time Leo sees you fight, he has to do a double take

He also portals straight into a wall but shhh

Not only are you an amazing fighter-

You look mesmerizing while doing it??

He’s never seen anyone knock out a rampaging mutant so gracefully before

Definitely leans on his sword and whistles

“Look at those moves! That kitsune right there is my s/o everybody- don’t get any ideas!”

Raph scolds him for flirting in the middle of battle

Portals next to you to flirt some more

“Y’know if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were dancing- why not dance with me instead of them?”

'Them' being the mutant that’s two seconds from sending him flying

Pls save your dumb, but lovable, turtle before he gets himself knocked out

Outside of battle, Leo always brags to anyone who’s nearby that you are his s/o

Thinks you’re the most stunning, badass, and loving creature to ever exist

So, so, so many photos together

You two definitely have spa days together

Loves to brush your fur

And loves when you scratch his shell

Especially loves how silky your tails are

If you’re okay with it, one of his favorite things to do is just sit down and bury himself under your tails.

“They’re like the softest pillows in the world!”

Don Tron

His username is literally Bootyyyshaker9000

You can’t tell me he doesn’t appreciate dance

He often tries to learn about different styles of dance

When he sees you fighting for the first time he gets so excited

Your elegant style has him fan boying

And while your fighting style isn’t actually a dance, there are some movements that look pretty similar here and there.

Definitely asks you to teach him a move or two

He'll get so hyped when he does the move correctly for the first time

If he gets a second or two to himself while fighting, he'll look over to you

Just admires- also brags to Leo that you're his s/o

"You see that wonderful kitsune with fighting moves you could only ever dream of doing?? They're my s/o."

"Donnie you do this every time-"

Outside of fighting, Donnie is extremely curious about your species.

Definitely asks a lot of questions about your life, family, family's history, etc.

"Can people actually get cursed if they touch your tails without permission??"

"Where did you hear that????."

"Can you set things on fire-"

"I mean, anyone can set things on fire if they really want to."

"Can you really Shapeshift!?"

"...yes."

He's just fascinated by you- I promise it's not an interrogation.

Sometimes he gets a bit carried away asking questions,

Just brush one of your tails against him and watch him immediately wrap it around himself

He loves silky smooth textures

And your tails are his favorite 'blanket' in the world.

Mystic Mike

#1 hype man right here

He can- and has, cheered for you whenever you fight

I feel like your elegant style will pair well with his kusari-fundo (his weapon)

He will start jumping up and down, cheering at the top of his lungs, if you ever use his weapon in a fight

You're flipping and turning ever so gracefully

The chain looks like it could be a dance ribbon with how easily you twirl it around

Mikey is definitely loosing his voice after that battle.

Even if you don't use his weapon, he adores your style

“I can watch you fight for hours!”

You are absolutely his muse

He’ll ask if he can maybe take a picture of you while fighting- or better yet, ask you to pose for him in one of your moves so he can make a painting of you

If you do he’s over the moon about it!

He will pick you up and spin you around happily

“Thank you so much s/o!!! I promise I’ll make you the most wonderful painting ever!”

Don’t get him started on your fur

Absolutely thinks you’re the most amazing kitsune ever

Oh my gosh- if you let him, he’ll totally paint your fur and tails with safe dye (whether it’s permanent or not is up to you!)

I can see you two painting elegant swirls over your bodies with glow in the dark paint/dye and heading out for a night around the town

He also finds your species history interesting-

Though he’s more interested in the art depictions ofc

May or may not have tried to use one of your tails as a paintbrush (with your permission ofc)

Surprisingly effective

And you can use multiple of your tails to paint at once

He thinks you’re so cool!

And if you have mystic powers???

Like shape shifting or illusion magic????

You two are going to prank everyone

10/10 painting and pranking couple

Big Red

Raph is a worry wart

So no matter what your fighting style is, he’ll be nervous about you going into battle

Especially when he sees your elegant style

He panics at first, thinking your style isn’t suited for the fight

But when you absolutely obliterated your opponent, his jaw dropped

Your style makes it seem less threatening

But it’s anything but

And he’s absolutely amazed

Definitely asks to see you fight again.

Spar with him!!

He might be nervous at first, but you can absolutely hold your own

Especially since your styles are so different

It gives him a new perspective.

He even tries incorporating your moves with his own fighting style every now and then

It may not always work, but he still loves it

If you somehow include your tails in your style he might just faint

Your tails look so soft and delicate

But they’re strong enough to send opponents flying through a wall!?!

You always continue to amaze him

(This is not to say he thinks your weak or anything, he absolutely thinks you could kick anyone's ass. He’s just a big worry-er, no matter who it is.)

He’s so proud of you

“That’s my s/o!!!”

“My s/o can kick your butt any day!”

He also thinks your appearance as a kitsune helps to disarm people

You’re majestic, and your tails are amazing

But you are an absolute powerhouse

You can be terrifying if you want to

All while doing it gracefully

He also loves to play with your tails

Can you blame him??? They’re so soft, he just wants to cuddle with them

After a long hard day, one of his favorite things to do is cuddle with you- your tails wrapping around him

It makes him feel so safe- not only are your tails soft, but he’s seen how strong they really are

You make him feel protected

Falls asleep like a baby

I hope you enjoyed! I had fun writing this

The boys are absolute simps for their kitsune s/o

Now I want to draw Mikey and his s/o with the glow in the dark body paint/dye

Reblogs appreciated :3

#x reader #my writing #imagines #tmnt #tmnt 2018 #tmnt x reader #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt leo #hamato #neon leon #don tron #mystic mike #big red #the boys

[ace-of-hearts-and-spades]

The NO-SKIP Albums: A Tag Game 🎶💖

rules: share the albums that you can listen to nonstop. those lightning in a bottle-albums that scratch ur brain just right. every single track, an absolute banger. u could not skip one if u tried. no notes. stunning, show-stopping, immaculate. ur no-skip albums. 🔎 bonus & optional (but imo, v fun) rules: 1) add a track rec for us to listen to! AND 2) share ur favorite line(s) from that track! 👀

Thank you SO much for tagging me in this @ventiswampwater, @rottent33th, and @visceravalentines. This was so much fucking fun, I love getting to talk about music sdhgsgdhsjdg <3

Absolutely no-pressure tags, only if you want to! @spookyscaryslashy, @lucifers-horror-harem, @bisexual-horror-fan, @bluecoolr, @slaasherslut, @ace-disgrace-on-the-case, @lady-of-glass-and-bone, and literally anyone else who might be interested in doing this. Consider yourself tagged! :3

Album info, track recs, and lyrics under the cut!

Black Labyrinth, by Jonathan Davis

Track recc: "Underneath My Skin" Something's crawling underneath my skin, I fear / Something's dying, rotting deep within / Something's crawling underneath my skin, I fear / Something's dying, I will not give in

Greatest Hits, by the Cure

Track recc: "Cut Here" So dizzy, Mr. Busy, too much rush to talk to Billy / All the silly frilly things have to first get done / In a minute, sometime soon / Maybe next time, make it June / "Until later" doesn't always come

Future Nostalgia, by Dua Lipa

Track recc: "Pretty Please" Put my mind at ease, trickle down my spine / Oh, you look so pretty, please / Every single night, I need your hands on me / When your kisses climb / Oh you give me sweet relief

Hybrid Theory, by Linkin Park

Track recc: "By Myself" Because I can't hold on when I'm stretched so thin / I make the right moves but then I'm lost within / I put on my daily facade again / But then I just end up getting hurt again

Fallen, by Evanescence

Track recc: "Imaginary" In my field of paper flowers / And candy clouds of lullaby / I lie inside myself for hours / And watch my purple sky fly over me

See You On the Other Side, by Korn

Track recc: "Throw Me Away" Flesh wound, flesh wound / With medication, it will fade / Should I assume / That someone hears me when I pray? / Love, full of hate / Don't you love / How I break?

Sevas Tra, by Otep

Track recc: "My Confession" I think about it all the time / I'm volatile and afraid to cry / But I'm still not comfortable in my skin / And the anesthetic's slowly wearing thin

Sinner, by Drowning Pool

Track recc: "All Over Me" Something I might just regret / Something you will not forget / Maybe I should throw away / Everything I've learned today

The Fear of Fear, by Spiritbox

Track recc: "Cellar Door" Transform my death into a conduit / This body separate from the fear of fear / Inside a coping mechanism for monotony / I will destroy the double vision / That I was forced to leave

#cheated a lil bit with some of these #the fear of fear is technically an ep and i don't listen to a particular song on sevas tra because it is.............. very fuckin dark #and greatest hits is technically a collection of songs from other albums #BUT!!!!!!!!!!! regardless. i am kissing each of these albums on the lips #u know how it is #ace rambles #tag game #ace's music reccs #also yes dua lipa is one of the token pop artists i listen to along with lady gaga. don't @ me

[questionablequeeries]

Somebody To Love by Queen

Steve’s days were a circle of bullshit (you’re bullshit). He forced himself from bed and did up his hair as if to maintain an air of his former glory, barely able to look at himself in the mirror without glaring at his own reflection, staggered to work, plastered a smile on his face for his friends, rinse and repeat. Day in and day out, and nobody saw that he was dying little by litt-

“You look like shit.”

“…Excuse me?” Steve blinked out of his stupor, adjusting that bullshit (you’re bullshit) little sailor hat. There in front of him was Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson, a man he hated to admit he was jealous of, especially after their many conversations revealing just how much of a nerd the other was. Still, Eddie never had to worry about his image or what others thought of him, could actively sell drugs while selling records from across Scoops, wore nail polish and jewelry and everything Steve was too much of a coward to do.

“No offense, it’s just…I know what it looks like when you’re smiling but not really.” Eddie explained, drumming his fingers against the counter, “Trust me, I get it. What’s eating you?”

Steve opened his mouth to argue, but what came out was, “My life is bullshit.” He was expecting an eye roll, a proclamation that he had rich parents, a big house, all the parties he’d ever want to throw, so why was he compl- a finger flicked his forehead, pulling a sound of confusion.

“Steve, I come over here every day to eat ice cream and talk to you.” Eddie crossed his arms, “Not once have I ever heard you say something good about yourself! In fact, your favorite pastime seems to be shittalking yourself!” He let out a soft huff that reminded Steve of an angry kitten, “You have people who genuinely seem to care about you, you’re absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful,” Wait, what? “You’re shockingly smart, and you deserve to be happy.”

“Eddie, that’s…nice and everything, but flattery won’t get you extra sprinkles.” Steve was trying to deflect now.

“I watch you every day, striking out with people who you know wouldn’t make you happy.” Eddie refused to allow the distraction, “You…Do you really think you’re not worthy of genuine, true love?” He didn’t wait for an answer, “You’ve already surrounded yourself with it, from Buckley to those kids of yours, so why do you not let any of it in?” He shook his head, “What you need is somebody who can teach you how to be loved. Somebody who won’t just stop because you’re fantastic at self-sabotage.” He hid his mouth with a lock of his hair, “Somebody like me.” And he grabbed Steve’s hand, scribbling down his number with a Sharpie.

Steve wasn’t even upset at the way that permanent marker had been used on him, just sort of stupefied at Hurricane Munson blowing in to shake his world before turning to leave, “Wait!” He finally found his voice, “You forgot your ice cream!” He wanted to spend more time with Eddie, maybe muster up the courage for an actual date.

This was where Steve learned just how much of an idiot and/or a tease Eddie was because he merely smirked, “I’m lactose intolerant.” And then he walked out of the store.

Steve’s jaw dropped, broken out of his stunned silence by a whistle from the window. He turned to see Robin strike exactly one line in the You Rule column, perform just about the most sarcastic jazz hands he’d ever seen, and then close the shutters. He was left to stare at the messy chicken scratch on his hand, that fake smile becoming a little more real as he burned each number into his brain and his heart.

@steddie-week is doing a week of prompts, and I’ll try to do one a day! I’m also posting mine on ao3, if you’d rather read them that way!

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #robin buckley #fanfic #steddieweek2023 #questionable writes #music fic

[deafeningsheeppoetry]

Mystery

Luke skywalker x (oc)aenes

Synopsis: fancy balls are not something Luke finds interesting, except for alluring gardens and a pretty girl walking around the garden..?

Word count:4k

Content warning:a very awkward situation.

"you know how i hate royal balls leia.." Luke grumbled under his breath as he watched the dance in front of him with boredom, Leia rolled her eyes in lukes whining as she continued to sip her wine "you'll get used to it" leia stated in boredom as she crossed her arms.

"you know,how about you dance since you're so bored" leia commented as she turned towards her brother with a playful smirk, Luke shook his head as he disagreed with his sister "absolutely not" luke remarked in annoyance as he rolled his eyes

Leia raised a brow in surprise "how about her" leia continued as she pointed towards a girl in an intricate dress, Luke raised a brow in wonder as he looked at the girl near the windows

"and why would i..?" Luke uncertainty before sighing in defeat "fine.." Luke spoke in annoyance as he went over to the girl as he reluctantly asked for her to dance with him.

As the dance started he looked over to his sister as he mouthed a 'help, can't dance' before dancing with the girl

"it was bad." Luke mumbled in a grouchy voice ,leia giggled in amusement as she heard her brother's story "well I'm happy you tried" leia playfully joked as she tried to hide her laughter "oh c'mon! Stop laughing at me,i told you i can't dance" luke remarked as he sulked quietly on the corner, Leia stopped laughing as she patted her brother's shoulder as she quietly left him to himself.

Luke smiled as he quietly walked around the garden,his arm behind his back as he savored the cold night air on his skin,he was rather fond of gardens,the beautiful flowers painting the whole area always managed to take his own breath away.

Tatooine was the only thing he had ever stepped foot on, quietly living his life as a moisture farmer didn't satisfy him enough in life,he wanted to fly-to explore the galaxy and learn things he never knew,as leia had said to him,he was stubborn,he was stunned by his sister's word so much that all he could do was laugh awkwardly but he agreed,he went and rescued her without a thought! But in his own defense he had nowhere to go now after the empire managed to get his aunt and uncle.

Seeing yavin 4 was the first planet he had seen with so many greens, there was not even a peek of sand in sight,the grass confused him,dirt and mud and how easily it could stain his shoes and pants and how easily rain felt amazing on his sk-

"OH GOSH?!" Luke was shaken in his daydream as he heard a yell from his right,at his right he saw a now shaken girl, probably around his age exactly,she had her hand around her heart, Luke quickly apologized to the girl as he had made himself known "I'm so sorry! I was just walking around the garden trying to get some fresh air!" He spoke frantically as he apologized to the girl

"o-oh..uhm it's alright..i guess you're not so fond of those fancy balls too?"she asked,her voice was still shaken as she finally let her hand down to her side,luke nodded slowly as he muttered a single "yes,uhm.. not really interested in that kind of stuff you know" he added his voice still awkward as he scratched his neck

"so yeah uhm... what's your name?" Luke asked,still a bit awkward of the current situation

"oh..uh its aenes, not really a pretty name but it's aenes" she said as she made some hand gestures before awkwardly putting her hand away as she laughed awkwardly

"oh,my name is luke" luke introduced himself as he gave his hand for her to shake,aenes was a bit taken back but gladly took his hand and shook it

"pleasure to meet you" aenes said as she smiled slightly at him 'wow.. well he surely doesn't know anything huh.' aenes thought as she gave the man Infront of her another smile "so, what are you doing here, again?" She asked a bit curiously, for over an hour she had not seen a single soul in the palace gardens only a few animals that she had encountered.

"I'm not really fond of fancy balls, especially this one, I didn't really grow up fancy like them so it's all new to me" luke explained as he had a small smile on his face, aenes was a bit surprised as she heard this,of course she had known the man Infront of her,it was the infamous luke Skywalker! The man who blew up the death star and killed darth vader and the emperor but she did not expect him to be saying how he was not used to fancy balls like this,nor know anything about masquerade ball.

"oh? Why so?" Aenes asked curiously,she knew she shouldn't get her mouth into people's problems but she herself was a bit too intrigued.

"i never grew up in a high class family or anything,i was just a farmer on the outer rim" luke was a bit embarrassed when he mentioned the word "outer rim" or how he was a farmer when he was younger but upon looking at aenes she looked surprised yet amused and intrigued all at the same time.

"so you mostly lived a peaceful life atleast?" Aenes asked curiously,of course she had never even stepped foot in the outer rim in all of her life,she was one of the princesses of dotionne and has lived in politics, luxury, money in all of her life,as exhausting her life is,she was at least greatfull for atleast living in luxury.

Luke nodded his head "yeah,i mean there was danger here and there but i mostly lived comfortably back then" Luke said as he shrugged,life in tatooine was comfortable for him in his book,he had food,he had his uncle and aunt besides him, but sometimes he longed for something more as he grew up.

"oh..so you don't live there anymore?" Aenes asked again as she slightly tilted her head in confusion.

"I don't actually,i mean bad memories and it's difficult to still process those" luke spoke his voice was glum ,aenes had noticed how he had a frown on his face and how his eyes looked back down with grief

"oh, I'm so sorry.." aenes mumbled as she gave him a sympathetic smile, before speaking up again to ease up the mood, "oh! How about we walk around the garden? it's nice to walk around here you know" aenes asked as she patiently waited for his answer, Luke perked up at her suggestion as he smiled slightly before nodding

"that sounds nice, I'm sure you know the parts around here since you've been here for a long time now" luke joked slightly at the last part as they both quietly walked around,conversing in random topics.

Wow i finally wrote something! Very surprising (this has been in my drafts for 4 weeks now.) Anyways this was really difficult to write, firstly aenes was supposed to lie about her status (her being a princess) to get something out of him,and secondly this was supposed to be comedy related and has swearing and well (aenes perspective) there was going to be a lot more but i just deleted the second half of what i wrote because I really had no idea how i was going to end it 😭 i already wrote like the idea on my diary so i can change the plot and i completely changed everything except the ball room scene,leia was also supposed to be a lot more sassier (lol) and act like a typical sister does but of course I didn't know how to execute it so i just plainly ignored it again 😾🥲 anyways I've been doing nothing but have been just reading and waiting for other people's post on the luke Skywalker tag but I'm alright now 🙈 just ignore all the grammar mistakes,i will of course edit it soon but not that soon

#star wars #fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #luke skywalker #Luke Skywalker x oc #this is probably my second least favorite one that i wrote #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker fluff #luke skywalker x you

[lesbiannancytruther]

For your witch!robin and familiar!nancy au can you imagine once they’re comfortable with each other robin goes to sleep and nancy, in her cat form, decides to sleep on top of her but then in the middle of the night nancy shifts into her human form so when they wake up they’re cuddling

you…. are brilliant…… this is literally such smart person activity….

imagining that at first nancy sleeps out in the hall, where her little cat bed is, when a few weeks after robin wakes up to a scratching at her door.

nancy is sitting there, with her bed next to her that she obviously dragged over, looking obviously distressed with her tail puffed up and her little paws shifting uncomfortably. she’s upset about something but robin doubts she’d shift to tell her, and she looks tired anyways.

robin, not wanting to take this moment of vulnerability for granted, hoping it’d help nancy trust her a bit more, she doesn’t ask, and nancy drags her bed in up next to robin’s and settles in for the night, giving robin her first soft, appreciative purr when robin gives her a comforting stroke behind the ears and climbs back into bed

when robin wakes up in the morning nancy is up on robin’s bed, curled at her feet.

inside of robin there r two wolves… one of which is absolutely starstruck at nancy’s trust and is so scared of messing it up by moving her feet and is like “wow she is adorable” and the other desperately wants to tease her good-naturedly because she knew nancy was a softy and just wanted someone to show her some kindness

she decides to do a bit of both, by sitting cross legged by nancy’s curled up form and giving her a little scratch on the head, which gets her up all startled and prepared to fight before realizing it was just robin and calming down

robin asks her if she’s alright, if she wants to talk about last night, and she’s shifting uncomfortably and messing with her own hands because she’s nervous and she doesn’t want to overstep, and nancy just looks up at her and before robin can announce her retreat from the subject there’s suddenly a girl sitting in front of her

THATS RIGHT‼️ first transformation and robin is literally stunned because she did not expect it at all

nancy is staring up at robin with these big blue eyes with slit pupils, and robin’s first thought is “pretty”, with her wild brown curls that hid silverisy-grey cat ears up to the tips, which poked out slightly. robin didn’t know how familiar transformations worked, but she was silently relieved it wasn’t werewolf lore compliant and that nancy wasn’t exposed to robin, wearing a grey turtleneck the color of her fur and simple black leggings, with the random addition of fluffy socks on her feet

and nancy is seeing robin with new eyes, with a new perspective. she hadn’t planned on shifting yet, but robin was so sincere, so nervous, she felt the urge to reassure her, to let her know she appreciated it, and it just happened

and nancy always knew robin was pretty, that robin sent her heart fluttering, but now that she was looking at robin on somewhat equal footing, it was easy to let heat rush to her face, and she knew she was a goner, because she started this journey determined to hate whoever appeared before her, and now she was entirely enamored. she wanted to be close with robin, wanted to hear her ramble about whatever came to her mind and to learn about her. she had been offered someone who saw her as a person, she wanted robin buckley to feel the same, like she didn’t have to walk on eggshells around her, they were able to talk things through.

“thank you for letting me in last night”

“uh- no problem! are you okay?”

“i think so. are you hungry?”

“i could eat”

where nancy proceeds to make the most mid scrambled eggs imaginable and robin pretends she’s eating the finest cuisine while adding multiple different spices because she requires all sorts of tastes to really make a meal

OKAY I PROMISE IM GETTING TO THE PART ABT UR SUGGESTION I JUST LOVE TALKING ABT THEM💔💔💔

this is like the ice breaking part of their relationship, they have real conversations now. they start safe, about magic and favorite colors and “nancy do u need more clothes” “yeah lol”

it moves into robin’s interests, her relationships with other witches, what was her family like (will be elaborated on later) to the realm familiar’s live in until they’re called upon, nancy’s life before robin (will also be elaborated on later), and nancy’s passions.

nancy now lives a double life of sorts, shifting between cat and person as she pleases, but she’s always a cat when she sleeps with robin, feels safer and less committal, but as the days pass she gets closer and closer, laying right up against robin and eventually right on top of her (robin doesn’t prefer sleeping on her back but nancy snuggled up to her chest is too perfect to pass up).

safe to say robin doesn’t expect it when she wakes up with way more weight on her than she expected and a curly-haired head is tucked under her chin, a fur tipped-ear tickling her cheek.

robin is literally stunned, frozen shock still, and its pure instinct that she follows when her hands come up to wrap around nancy’s waist and buries her face in her hair, and she takes confirmation that its okay when nancy snuggles into robin, a purr in her throat.

i literally cant shut up abt them im so sorry anon

#ronance #stranger things #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #love and trust au #i love them so much dude #witch!robin #familiar!nancy #MY boobears #i call robin pookie its true

[autumnslance]

Help I got Lost in My Forbidden Wolkids Future AU Again*

See other entries in this tag and if curious about this alternate post-EW history and who these beans are, continue below the cut for the latest ramblings.

In this AU, Aeryn learns she’s pregnant as she’s recovering from the Final Day; the last quarter of EW allowed for some oops. Also contributes to her not realizing/taking her time/it’s already too late to simply end the pregnancy.

Dark, C’oretta, Iyna, other friends/companions start handling Hero duties, handling the Twelve, the Void, etc. Thancred does not travel; with Ameliance helpfully pulling some strings, he buys a small house desperately in need of renovations and repairs on the eastern cliffs of Journey’s End instead. Gives his anxious brain and hands something to do.

They discuss and formalize that marriage thing a lot sooner. Aeryn doesn’t change her name. It’s a very small affair with just the Scions, Aeryn’s immediate family, the Leveilleurs. Varshahn officiates. The Grandmothers try to get a promise for a big traditional Thavnair wedding post-delivery but Aeryn is firmly on the “no” side of that and Thancred backs her up.

Family’s time is split between Sharlayan and Thavnair as the kids grow. Varshahn is an amazing babysitter btw.

There was already a pre-arranged surgery scheduled after healing a few weeks from delivery, but the complications with Tesa's birth make it more imperative, and Aeryn can't have anymore biological children, which she's fine with.

Alphinaud also had some time to sketch an image of a seated Thancred holding Math for the first time, wanting to capture the absolutely stunned and soft look on his friend’s face for a proper painting later. It hangs in the Baldesion Gallery (created in a wing of the Annex to collect writings, art, trophies, mementos, and other artifacts of note to chronicle and archive the history of the Scions) and the painting is considered one of, if not the, greatest of Alphinaud’s works to date.

Over time and circumstances, Aeryn and Thancred also adopt Winter Thunder and Felicity. I know Winter's circumstances, Felicity's are still fuzzy.

All of the Waters kids have basic Limsan Rogue dagger, stealth, and sleight of hand skills. Thancred considers it Necessary and Aeryn doesn’t argue.

Mathur Waters "He reminds me very much of his father--not just in appearance, but in his easy charm. Far more assured and calm than Thancred was back then--though still prone to giving out nicknames." -Nanamo Math excels at strategy and tactics, learning mostly from Alphinaud. He's a reserved, calming friendly, especially next to his twin sister's higher energy. Like his mother, Math seems to be proper, laidback, and levelheaded, but once you scratch the surface, he's got his gremlin side--if it manifests more toward confounding his opponents than in reckless heroics--and has his showboat side. Math prefers Ranged Physical combat, so he can see what’s happening and call orders and encouragement both. Can swap between guns, bows, and chakrams; Math is a True Bard, and knows the Kriegstanz. When he must Tank, Math prefers the gunblade’s versatility and flair. As a Healer, his mother’s connections means he’s learned the Scholarly discipline of Nym, and trains with the reborn Nymian Marines. The analytical approach suits his style.

Natesa Waters "Regardless of faith, I know from the teachings of my youth there is a cosmic law of balance. Only fair my first daughter's so much like me, with her father's charms thrown in the mix." - Aeryn Tesa is a firebrand who gets in your face. She's also charming enough to get herself out of most trouble she gets herself (and her siblings) into. She combines some of her parents best--and worst--qualities in more visible ways than the other three tend to outwardly show. It keeps eyes on Tesa and her shields, after all. And yes. She's a hopeless flirt and secretly a romantic. Prefers Tanking; she likes being the center of attention and keeping others safe. Due to her lifelong fascination with Ishgardian Knights and Ul’dahn Sultansworn, she favors fighting as a Free Paladin, but can use greatswords, axes, and gunblades. When pressed, she can also forgo defensiveness to push damage from her usual weapons, preferring to remain in melee. She’s very good at the family rogue fighting style, passable with katanas, lances, and her fists. As a Healer, Tesa prefers the aggression and defensive capabilities of Sage.

Winter Thunder (Wintdoen Rhotfalksyn, Winter Waters) "I need to learn how to heal cuz you know my younger siblings." "Having known thy parents as long as I have, I can but imagine thy frustrations. Thus shall we delve into the secrets of the stars together." "Thanks Uncle Uri." Child of a young Sharlayan Hellsguard researcher who got tangled up with a faithless Limsan Sea Wolf. Winter was a toddler when his mother studied with Aeryn, and when the woman took ill and passed, Thancred tried to find his father, learning the sordid truth—that the man had also died while out at sea, leaving a widow and three other children in Limsa. So Winter became part of the Waters family. He’s about two and a half years older than the twins, but a meek, quiet man, happy to let Math take charge while Winter ensures everyone's taken care of. He's never tried to contact his half-siblings. He's not even sure they know he exists. So he leans on the Hellsguard name his birth mother gave him, keeping the Sea Wolf name in the background. He jokingly went by "Winter Waters" at Studium, and once also teased "Wintdoen Thancredsyn" but that was vetoed by his siblings. Prefers Healing; his main skill is with Sharlayan Astrology, taught to him by Urianger and Leveva, but he can use the tools and skills of Geomancy, Conjury, Arcanima, and Sages. If he must deal damage—and he’d rather not—he falls back on Arcanima. He is surprisingly adept with an axe, for those who think him too gentle to play a defender role, and is adept enough at magic to summon himself an icy weapon as he must.

Felicity Waters "Felicity, darling, please do your dear old dad a favor and stop trying to give me heart attacks." - Thancred An elezen girl of unknown origins. Small, fair, red-haired and green eyed. Youngest by 18 months, adopted as a yearling. Tends to be fascinated by magic and power and pushes limits she perhaps shouldn’t. Prefers Caster Damage; takes after Aeryn’s Red Magery, but also pushes into Black Magic on top of Thaumaturgy. Knows and swaps into Arcanima and Blue Magic also. When she must heal, Felicity relies on Conjury/White Magic. She thinks her parents don’t know she’s learned Dark Knight skills from one of Sidurgu’s students. Sid keeps tabs on her for Aeryn’s sake and reports back as necessary. She also thinks her parents don’t know she’s studied Reaping with the Lemures, but Aeryn and Iyna’s contacts there also keep the girl under watchful eye.

Aeryn next to her grown kids, and then the kids together. I apparently didn't get any pics of Tesa with Winter, but Tesa and Aeryn are the same height. Felicity is very short for an elezen, while Winter is a very tall roe. There's already pics of Math and Tesa together in other posts; Math is a bit taller than average for a midlander, but not the tallest.

I shoulda picked different filters and lighting, as Math & Tesa seem a bit light; they aren't as dark as Aeryn (and she's not very, depending on lighting, filters, environment, etc), but they aren't as pale as Thancred, either. Also not sure all the heights translated to Carbuncle properly.

The kids are in mixes of gear not currently available to their preferred roles, perhaps, but hey who knows what'll happen in Eorzean Fashion in the next couple of decades. More about their favored styles anyway; most of them preferring light, flexible adventuring gear thanks to their parents' influences and that early Rogue training.

Anyway. That's the latest about this AU from me. It'll be another few months before I trot them out again.

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*Still @gunbun and @punchelf 's faults. My FC does NOT help. They're like sharks in the water when they sense Shenanigans, and encourage them thoroughly. 😘

#Final Fantasy XIV #Lyn Edits #Lyn Meta #Lyn Writing #Forbidden Wolkids AU #Aeryn Striker #Thancred Waters #silliness

[thepennedcommandments]

My Mentally Ill Husband

My beautiful, kind, very sick husband was admitted to the psychiatric ward for the first time in October 2019. He was only 30. It has become harder to remember that just a few short years ago he was ok. Of course, looking back there were signs. There are always signs, though to my credit his were subtle.

So this is my story so far. My side of it, and I’ll warn you, it’s ugly. To anyone in the thick of it, fighting with all of your strength, I would encourage you to hang on to that little light that shines every so often at the end of the very dark tunnel.

I can’t pinpoint when I started noticing how withdrawn he’d become. Our nightly ritual since having children was to crawl on the couch together, exhausted, after the kids went to bed and watch a movie. I never had to lift a finger; he brought my delicious bowl of Chunky Monkey ice cream and snuggled in. Only to find me snoring 20 minutes later. But he never cared. He’s scratch my arm or rub my head and had not complained once.

Those nights became fewer and fewer and eventually I was left all alone every night. His retreat was our garage. He blared country music, singing in perfect harmony. He learned new songs on his guitar. He became interested in astrology and birth charts. I was kind of excited for him, he seemed to have a whole new look on life. His energy levels were next level and his creativity was incredible. The next venture was getting into shape and eating healthy. In fact, he and I both went vegetarian for a whole year. We both hadn’t looked this well since our early twenties. His energy and motivation was, to me, inspired.

But he stopped wanting to do these new things with me. He became frustrated when I told him I missed him. He was obsessively studying zodiac signs and didn’t sit down for dinner with us. He barely glanced at our children. He started riding his bike every night around midnight for miles and miles. He stopped sleeping. He turned mean. His words were a torch and they seared my soul. When I asked why I was catching the worst of his moods, his response was because I made him this way. He claimed years of mistreatment and coldness from me. I was stunned. I didn’t remember our life like this and my heart ached that I had created this version of my husband. I completely internalized his words and became depressed. I had hurt him. I had treated him so badly that he wasn’t the same person anymore. He told me he didn’t want to hang out with me, that my family thought I was clinically crazy, and that I had no friends. And for a little while, I believed him. I was ashamed of myself. I was determined to take full responsibility and try to right all that I had wronged.

But no matter how hard I tried, it got worse. I became frustrated. We yelled at each other. A lot. He got so mad at me one afternoon on the beach that he left me there, alone. I was calling a cab to pick me up when he showed back up. Our fights were volatile. I disliked him so much that it was difficult to consider any love I had for him. I moved out of our bedroom. I told him I wanted a divorce but have regretted those words since the moment they left my mouth. The children and I settled into our new normal, just the three of us and Daddy in the garage. I stopped speaking to him much, he preferred it. I didn’t know how I was going to continue but I was embarrassed to tell anyone what my life was really like. I didn’t want to move back in with parents. But sometimes I longed for the familiarity and warmth of my childhood bedroom. To crawl into my mama’s arms so she could lie to me and say it was all going to be ok.

I held my breathe every time he walked in the door. Mornings were the worst. He would wake up in an absolute rage. He threw things, he screamed, he was cruel. My children witnessed me lock myself in a bathroom while he kicked a hole through the door. I’ll never get over doing that to them. He told me I was a bad mother and that I was lazy. I believed him. I tried harder. Proving my worth to all of my boys. Desperate for their forgiveness and wanting to be worthy.

I had no idea the scariest part was still to come. He became fanatical about religion. Another afternoon on the beach, he played a melody that was supposed to be what the Bible sounds like musically. He told me to watch all the birds when he played the song; that they would “stand at attention and pay respects to their maker.” I never saw a bird stand at attention, let alone do more than search for food around unsuspecting tourists. He became furious and told me he wasn’t surprised I couldn’t see it. Like there was something wrong with me. He told me because of all the good work he’s done recently, a love offering from a mega-church was being gifted to us. This delusion was only the first of many.

Then came the whispering. He said, with 100% certainty, that he was being followed. He was being watched and listened to. He tore the GPS system out of his company truck and threw his cell phone out of his window while driving down the road. He said the family wasn’t safe and that we need to get out of here, move somewhere else. He was convinced our entire home was bugged and would only talk to me in a low whisper, in the bathroom, with the fan on to avoid our conversations being overheard.

It’s important to note that prior to the withdrawal and delusions, he was perfectly ok. The most sane and level headed person I knew. A gentle giant. So when he began his obsession with being followed, I tried to make it make sense. I wondered what secret life he had been living that put his family in danger and had people spying on us. Maybe three days into trying to rationalize it, I knew with certainty that my husband was very, very mentally ill. I was not equipped to handle this on my own.

Thankfully, his fear of whoever these people were crippled him enough that he was desperate for help and surrendered. I drove him to a behavioral health unit, held his hand, and pleaded for someone in that facility to help me; to help him. It wasn’t hard to decide if he was a candidate for inpatient treatment, he was so very sick. I remember the doctor asking me if there had been any recent money mismanagement or large purchases. I didn’t handle the finances but to my knowledge, no. Boy, I was wrong. I decided to go home and start calling around to make sure our bills were paid. They were all months behind, I don’t even know how we still had running water. And there was no money in his account. Another punch to the stomach.

I showed up to visitation every chance they opened the doors to me and waited impatiently by the phone on days where there was no visitation. In my ignorance regarding mental illness, I assumed a day or two in there and I’d be able to see a change. He would yell at me, get very agitated, and shattered my heart for the entire week he was in there. On visitation days he would blow up and leave me sitting in the visitors room alone with other patients and their visitors. It wasn’t like I could get up and go home when that would happen. As guests, we went in to visit as a group and left as a group. I was left sitting alone, holding back tears, my heart ripping at the seams. But I showed up early and I would have stayed late every single time. I’d leave each visit feeling heavy and would sob in my car before having to continue on with life.

I felt used and betrayed, which isn’t fair to my husband. He had no idea how all of this was impacting me and the children and I didn’t want him to know. I wanted him to get better and come back to me. Still naive, I was cautiously excited for him to be getting out. I had this ridiculous fantasy that he would get out of the psych ward cured and life would resume normally. I was wrong, again. He was still distant, he still didn’t like me, and he was still sick. It would take months of medication combinations to get him stable enough for me to see there may still be a life left to have with him.

The years after have been just as hard and unpredictable. I noticed a few months ago he was slipping. Not able to distinguish reality and fantasy. “They” were after him again and he was afraid. I sat in denial but knew deep down we were headed towards hospitalization again. And then it happened, the tipping point. I drove him back to the hospital, desperate for them to take over. To relieve me. He’s 3 days in as I write this. I’ve talked to him a few times but he isn’t making sense, gets angry, hangs up on me. I have no idea when I’ll see the light at the end of the tunnel again. Surely not for a while.

I miss him. I miss him so much it makes me sick. The man I married is never coming back to me. I will never fully heal from that. It’s so gut wrenchingly painful that it actually feels like a death. I have mourned my husband, the life we had, but mostly the life we would have made. I have no idea what the future holds or how many more hospital stays he will endure. We will endure. How many more med combos we will go through. How many bad days we we will go through to maybe get two good ones. But I know I’m not ready to give up. I’m not throwing in towel. And I won’t stop fighting with him. I’m slowly accepting what will be instead of what was. And I’m sad, I'm worried, I’m anxious But I’ve never stopped loving him and I don’t think I ever will. For better and for worse, in sickness and in health.

#mental illness #mentalheathawareness #schizoaffective #my story #family #marriage #i love you #words #life is hard #trauma #psychosis #mentally unwell

[itsmnee]

wip wednesday

how the fuck is it wednesday again ahhhhsd;gjwdgvc

anywayyy snippet where naruto discovers he has a thing for sasuke in glasses. maybe I'll finish it for kinktober?

nsfw-ish under the cut

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The door slams, which is never a particularly good sign. Sasuke is naturally silent unless he wants his irritation known. Naruto waits, and moments later Sasuke stomps into the kitchen, huffing and puffing like one of those newfangled locomotives Shikamaru’s been nerding out over. 

“Hey,” Naruto says delicately. He stands from where he’d been sitting at the table and approaches the other man as one might a feral animal, having learned over the years to figure out if Sasuke needs to talk things out with words or fists first before unnecessarily riling him up. “Did something happen?”

“Sakura,” Sasuke bites out, whipping off his cloak with a flourish and tossing it over a chair. It’s kind of hot when he does that, Naruto has to admit. 

“You had a checkup today, right? What’d she say?”

“Apparently, I need…” Sasuke’s eyes squeeze shut and for a moment, Naruto starts to panic, his mind listing off every terrible illness Sasuke might possibly have. Before he can voice any of his worries, though, Sasuke finally finishes his sentence with “glasses.”

Naruto blinks. “Glasses?”

“It seems Eternal Mangekyo will stop me from going blind, but it won’t stop me from being unable to read a scroll two feet away before I’m thirty-five.”

“Well, that’s not so bad. It’s not like you’re losing an arm or something.” 

Sasuke just glares, forever unimpressed by Naruto’s arm-related jokes. Sighing, Naruto walks over to envelop him in a hug and immediately feels some of the tension in Sasuke’s shoulders release. “C’mon, it’ll be okay. Do you have to wear them all the time?”

“Just for reading and missions for now,” Sasuke grumbles, reaching between them into one of his pockets. He holds up a basic pair of black frames. “They had these in my prescription already, but I can order different ones.”

“Let’s see, then!” Naruto smiles encouragingly, nudging Sasuke’s hand when he hesitates. Finally, he shoves them on, his face turning pink as his mismatched eyes focus on a point past Naruto instead of looking at him directly. He’s so obviously embarrassed and he has absolutely no reason to be because fuck, the glasses are… sexy. Naruto’s a bit stunned by the realization, his own face heating as he takes Sasuke in. They give him a snobby intellectual look that sends Naruto right back to the Academy and all of the years where he snuck admiring glances at Sasuke while hating his cleverness in equal measure. 

“What?” Sasuke snaps, finally meeting his gaze. 

“Nothing, um.” Naruto coughs. “I just, might have a glasses kink is all.”

Sasuke looks repulsed. “Karin wears glasses.”

“Just on you, obviously!” Naruto flails his arms, cheeks burning even hotter. “You look like you’re going to scold me until I cry and then make me come in my pants.” 

Sasuke frowns, but his expression shifts, gradually morphing into something like consideration. “Is that… something you want?”

“Er—” Naruto scratches the back of his head and bites his lip. They’ve never discussed things like this before. Their sex life isn’t boring, exactly, but they never talk or negotiate beforehand, which maybe isn’t ideal but their relationship is hardly a model of healthy communication. “Yes?”

There’s a beat of silence, and then Sasuke is pulling him closer, peering down his nose with the two centimeters of height he has over him. “Tell me more.”

Naruto’s Adam’s apple bobs. “You could maybe… be kind of an asshole—which shouldn’t be too hard, y’know—and then, um, hurt me a little bit?” He winces. “I sorta… want you to step on me.”

“Step on you?”

“My dick. To be precise. With the—the glasses on.”

#bymnee #wip wednesday #sns #sasunaru #narusasu