#peak mental health babe

[pochx]

sometimes i wonder if i truly have nothing good to say and then i take a look into my own mind to see what's on offer in there and its just

[GOING INSANE🎵GOING INSANE🎵GOING INSANE🎵WOO! 🕺💃🕺💃]

and then i realize that yeah no there's not much else in there

#in case ur wondering: no my mental health isnt great but babes we r gonna trick thru regardless arent we? :) #there are so many reasons why anw 3 more weeks till im back in socal so we can do it #warmer(kinda) weather and sunlight and good food will fix me (until i come back to norcal) #a peak into my twisted mind etc etc lmao. let's not think of the image i project (esp not lately)

[cheolinnie]

Relaxation

hes so insanely attractive, its not good for my mental health

Content warning: nothing much, they're just fucking <3, reader is female

not proof read 😪

Jeno let's out his tenth groan for the night, his legs feeling immensely heavy as he just barely makes it up the fifth flight of stairs that lead towards your apartment; curse the elevator that just had to be out of order on this specific day

His legs can barely keep his stature up as he punches in your passcode, the click a satisfying sound because it means he's one more step closer to being able to fall into your arms and inhale your comforting scent. Of course, he doesn't expect to walk into a blacked out apartment, not a single sound reaching his now piqued ears, instantly his eyes lose all senses of tiredness as worry settles in his chest, his eyes frantically moving around the room as he calls out for you.

"Baby?" his voice echoing throughout the apartment, cold chill running down his spine as his walk quickens up towards your bedroom.

He stops mid-stride down the hallway, light peaking out from the shut bathroom door. Placing his ear against the wood, he let's out a breath of relief when he hears you humming along to a soft song on the other side.

"Fuck babe, you scared-"

"Shit oh my god, baby your back? I dint even hear you come in..."

You frown slightly; you were hoping to wrap a blindfold over his eyes to increase the excitement for the surprise, you completely missed his entrance due to your mini concert. But your boyfriend's reaction as he looks around the decorated bathroom makes you feel better. Stream tickles up into the air from the hot bath you had made him, assortments of salts and scents all lined up so he could chose what he wanted.

"Whats all this my love?" Jeno comes over to your cross-legged position on the spot that usually held your bath items beside the bath, but you had cleared it so you could sit by him as he relaxes into the warm water.

His soft hands rub against the sides of your neck before his fingers scratch gently into your hair strands. Your hands come up to rest on his pelvis, and he dips down to give his usual greeting kisses.

"Well you have been practicing really hard these days, and you come home so late. So I figured I should treat you, and help you relax." Jeno's gaze is always warm whenever its on you, and it makes a ball of comfort grow in your chest.

"Thank you, honey" He crouches down a little and kisses your forehead, and moves down to your lips. You pull away, "ok now chop chop, take your clothes off."

In a blink of an eye he's standing naked before you, his chest broad and his abs naturally flexed. Veins run up his arms and biceps; another thing you love about your boyfriend, an something you never thought you would find attractive.

"Keep staring and i'll take you on the bathroom floor right now sweetheart."

Your jaw clenches; Lee Jeno has the most purest face but the most foul mouth . His thoughts are always clear in his eyes.

"Then get in the bath Lee Jeno."

A satisfied smirk forms on his lips as he steps into the bath. He makes to sit facing you, but you grab his shoulder to twist him around, and instead his back facing you. Without even seeing him, you could tell a pout sat on his lips.

"I wanna see you."

You let p=out a soft laugh, but decide to say nothing. The second your warm hands are on his shoulders, you can hear him inhale sharply. Slowly and with care, you make work of the tight knots in his shoulders, working your way into his neck, and down his back.

"Good?"

He hums is response, the sound far more sensual than you'd liked. The sexy stuff was meant for later, but the soft moans he's letting out as you work his tough muscles has a pool of wetness coating your panties.

Taking a deep breath, you calm yourself before making your way around to face him, ready to work on his legs now; but oh fuck, the way his eyes stare at you, you can see the black of his eyes as they rake over your body, dressed in only his shirt that falls mid-thigh.

"What are you going to do now honey?"

You gulp. Jeno's voice is significantly deeper now, his eyes dark as they watch you. You were betting this would turn him on, but you had no idea how much.

"Your uh- um legs." your lips going dry at the way he tilts his head to the side and looks at you. His abs ripple deliciously with the sigh he let's out, and probably throbbing cock. Jeno has tells of when he's hard; it's the way his eyes are hooded as he stares at your thighs, its his raged breath, its the way his eyebrows keep twitching now and then.

"Is there something you want NoNo?" you ask, a knowing glint in your eyes as you struggle to keep your gaze from dropping between his legs.

He shakes his slowly. "No... you said my legs were next baby, so," his hands leave the sides of the bath, and disappear under the water and fall between his legs

You so desperately want to question what his hands were doing; fuck, the heat between your thighs were becoming unbearable.

You lather more oil onto your palms, before dragging your nails up his thighs. He inhales sharply again, his jaw tensing. Jeno allows the obvious teasing for a few more minutes, before he can do so no more.

"Get in the bath"

He doesn't give you room to reject, not that you even would, his wet hands coming up to pull his shirt over your head, leaving you in just your incredibly damp panties.

"ha are you wet for me baby?"

OMGGGGG im too tired yall 😭😭

i'll put part 2 later 😝

i have exams to study for so ill get those done

#jeno #lee jeno #nct dream x reader #jeno x reader #jeno smut #nct dream smut #jeno imagines #nct imagines #nct smut

[seraphicalsuccubus]

I just wanna make a post because I’ve gotten tons of worried asks about my absence and wishing I’m okay and everything (and I will answer them I promise, I do really appreciate y’all checking in on me). but this is going to be a LONG post so if you’re actually gonna read it, strap in babes.

anyways, my life has virtually become a dystopian hell and I’m not kidding you. I feel like a prisoner in my own home. I feel like I’m under house arrest because I’m just not allowed to do fucking anything anymore. I pretty much cannot leave my house, not even to get groceries. I cannot ask my roommate to pick up anything for me on her way home from work because she bitches about it and makes some excuse not to even if it’s something I desperately need. I haven’t had a single human interaction with ANYONE even my former best friend/roommate since the end of January until this week when I just fucking lost it and vented to my aunt and had her get me a dispensary order because I can’t leave my house to get one myself anymore and she came to hang out and spend some time with me and talk about everything for a couple hours. and that’s the bare bones of what’s going on. there’s so much fucking more piled to it but I’ll just give you the gist of it. I literally told my therapist that if I didn’t get the fuck out of here soon, I will probably slit my wrists and bleed out in the bathtub. like if I cannot run away and escape all this shit, I will be leaving this house in a body bag because I honestly just do not know how much more of this shit I can take.

I have been so unbelievably stressed. I have picked every tiny cut, scratch, ingrown hair, pimple, everything that could be picked open, into huge gaping wounds all over my legs and specifically, I had two tiny cat scratches on my stomach from one of my cats kneading on me and not being too gentle with her claws, and i picked those TINY cuts into gaping wounds bigger than the size of dollar coins. two of them. right next to each other. they were so bad that I thought they were legitimately going to get infected and cause me problems. but they’re finally healing and starting to scar because I HAD to bandage them. like if I did not bandage them and change the bandage twice a day, they would have become infected and been a huge problem. that’s how bad those two specifically were.

not only this, but I have also PICKED A FUCKING BALD SPOT ON MY SCALP near my widow’s peak, but thankfully it’s on the side my hair flops over from so it’s covered. but it’s still there and it makes me horribly insecure and I don’t know if it’s like a scab that’ll eventually fall off and something will grow back from it or if it’s a scar and I’ll have this bald spot forever to be insecure of and self conscious of all the time. literally only time will give me the answer to that. but I am fucking 26 years old and have picked myself to PIECES and BALD SPOTS due to stress. I am literally falling the fuck apart.

and not only that, but I was just informed that I need to be conscious and aware of the fact that I may have fucking lupus because two of my dad’s sisters have it (one confirmed diagnosis and the other a suspicion but that’s enough of a reason for me to be worried about it) and I’m too terrified to get tested or whatever to start the process of getting that diagnosis. like the one thing I’ve always been so fucking afraid of is having an autoimmune disease and my fear of that may have fucking manifested one fucking for me and I’m really struggling with the potential that I may have to deal with that, along with my other health issues and mental health issues and shit.

I just. I have been going through a REALLY rough fucking time. and I am sorry, I am so sorry for the lack of posts or explanations or not answering anyone’s asks or messages aside from the two people I talk to daily because I just mentally cannot handle conversations through all this shit, and for making anyone genuinely concerned about me because of my absence and shit. I wish I could say you shouldn’t worry, but honestly, I’m incredibly worried about myself and that reason alone should scare anyone that knows me because I’m NEVER worried about myself. I’m sorry. I wish I could say I’m okay and I’m thriving and my lack of presence on here was a GOOD thing because I’m doing well and not thinking about social media, but it’s not. it’s a very bad thing. I don’t leave my bed every day unless it’s to take care of my cats. I can’t remember the last day I actually ate a meal or even a snack. the only hydration I get is like the 3 sips of whatever I use to take my meds every morning and night. I have no drive to create content so my income has dropped SO dramatically that I am barely scraping by to pay my bills. I haven’t gamed. I haven’t caught up on any of the shows I was excited for and watching before all this. I haven’t done laundry in god only knows how long and I’m literally running out of clean clothes to wear. I literally only brush my hair before I get on FaceTime with a friend or my boyfriend, otherwise it’s a knotted mess. I’ve showered to clean my body because I feel disgusting being dirty but I have not washed my hair since I had these extensions installed. I do not have the energy to wash this much fucking hair right now. and do you know when these were installed? February 12th. I have not washed my fucking hair in over a month and I feel so fucking repulsive because of it. my hair is my pride and joy. I have such expensive quality products for it. I take care of it. I love my hair. and I cannot even find the energy to wash it when I’m already in the shower just to wash my body/face because I just am so depressed that I can’t even find the energy to do it WHILE ALREADY IN THE SHOWER. I usually go 7-10 days without washing my hair to prolong the life of my extensions and my hair dye and shit because my hair doesn’t get greasy quickly or dry so I can push it that long and just do like body wash/skincare showers in between. but it’s been over a month. over a FUCKING MONTH. since I’ve been able to find the energy to just wash my fucking hair even when I’m already in the shower. do you know how pathetic that feels?

I’m sorry this was such a heavy post. for anyone that actually read through it, I’m sorry. I’ve been internalizing a lot of this shit and this isn’t even the icing on the fucking cake. this is the bare minimum of what I’m dealing with. it’s so much more convoluted and fucked up and abusive than I’m explaining on here and I’m sorry for venting about the things that I did. but I’ll leave it there. I won’t get into the rest.

if you read this far, I’m sorry for taking up so much of your time with this long of a post just to get shit off my chest. I hope you’re having a really good day, or that your day gets better, your weekend goes well, and that you have some good karma headed your way. I wish you all the best. thank you for listening. I appreciate it. 🖤

#it’s really hard for me to make this post and admit that I am struggling so fucking bad so please be kind and considerate about all this #because if someone makes a rude remark or sends a rude ask about it I’m blocking and deleting it #I’m not even going to entertain someone trying to make me feel worse than I already feel #because I didn’t even KNOW I could feel this bad in my fucking life #so please just be kind and comfort me or just don’t say anything. please. for my sake.

[olderthannetfic]

I kind of get confused sometimes when people say women fetishize queer trauma in their books. Most of the ones that had lots of queer trauma and violence I’ve read were written by queer men. I did see people accusing Becky Albertalli of doing it with Simon versus the Homosapiens before she came out so I don’t know. But I do get the feeling these people would be up in arms if they ever read something like Drawing Blood by Billy Martin.

--

Billy Martin is the poster child for the sort of "woman" these people are mad about, and not just because of his books' content.

For those who aren't familiar with him, he started his writing career as Poppy Z. Brite, goth babe and icon of 90s nerds who thought Hot Topic was too mainstream. A lot of his fans from back then still don't know because he changed genres and then stopped writing. (Surprise, fellow olds! He switched to male pronouns in 2011.)

His 90s novels were some of the m/m that was most accessible to my generation, and they were gothic horror filled with fucked up shit happening to pretty woobie boys. Peak fujoshi-bait.

Also all of the women died in gruesome ways or were forever alone losers because all the men worth having were into other men.

Even as a massive fan, I always raised my eyebrow a bit. I eventually stopped reading Brite because I found "her" too weird about female characters in downer ways.

Years later, when Billy had started to figure things out and was living out his Hurricane Katrina trauma on his Livejournal, it became a lot clearer why he was so fucking weird about things in the 90s. Not just gender. Fear of AIDS and other things too. Dude had a lot going on, and it definitely informed his dark-as-fuck early books.

It was years before he unpacked enough of his other trauma to figure out he wanted everyone to use male pronouns for him and to fully live as a man instead of just feeling like not a woman.

I haven't read his work in years, but I felt for the guy. He wrote movingly about his mental health struggles.

The point of writing out all this is that it took Billy nearly twenty years.

He spent the 90s describing himself as "a gay man in a woman's body", but in a way that often sounded fetishy and weird. He was the target of appropriation discourse, though nothing like you'd see today.

Whomever is today's Poppy Z. Brite isn't going to be Billy Martin until 2040.

[whatthehellami]

Men love men.

The rise of influencers like Andrew Tate as well as other such podcasters and high value sigma men is not so surprising and sudden when you take into account the fact that men idealise men. But then again, men idealizing men is not harmful isn't it? We, as women idealise Marie Curie, Joan of Arc, Taylor Swift and so many more inspirational and amazing women. There wouldn't have been a problem if more men were idealizing Mark Twain, Newton or Harry Styles. But do these men really possess the qualities which a man of the current day would attractive? Would their personalities be masculine enough? Dominant enough?

Women are called fanatic, crazy, stupid, brainless and so much more if they hype up a musician by buying their albums, going to concerts and screaming out their songs. But men following Andrew Tate defend him in spite of him being charged with human trafficking. He dehumanizes women, reduces them to mere commodities whose only purpose is to serve a man and his followers have one thing to say: "it's just what a man is. At least he cares about men's mental health!"

Mental health?! Babes, you need to start using your brain soon instead of gagging on that misogynist's words because if your mental health is at peak by lowering and dehumanizing women, you need to get checked. This is not American Psycho's set. This is the real world.

Often I've seen the word 'gay'; 'feminine'; 'pussy' being used as an insult. An important point to be noted is that the last two terms are derived from women. Hence, it is disrespectful to be something similar to a woman. 'Pussy' or the female reproductive system is probably one of the strongest systems in the entire body which is capable of withstanding immense pain. If logic was used, the word should be synonymous with strength but of course it's a woman. How can a man and woman ever be on the same footing?

The most curious thing is the disrespect to the term 'gay'. Why is it disrespectful? I want to know, why? They are just lovers who don't harm anyone. It shows your mentality that you equate love with a slang. But also, you love men and if you would rather believe in a man's word over a woman, you are gay. If anything to do with a woman is not up to your standards or not at your level, you are gay!

Isn't that the reason why you look up to Andrew Tate for relationship advice? When you see women pushing for more independence every day, every night and you actively choose to believe in his theology that women are below men, women should stay in kitchen, then you are gay. You are in love with him and you should find a man similar to him.

You don't love women. If you did, you would've heard what they want.

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[via-l0ve]

Hii! Hope all is well with you! I'd love to do a 🎃 for supernatural or marvel of possible! <3

I'm so bad at describing myself, bear with me :)

Physical stuff out of the way. I'm pretty average high and weight, around 5'4 and 135. I do have hope dips and a ton of stretch marks. I have mid-length wavy brown hair and big brown eyes. I'm super pale, like ghostly pale lol. Oh and I wear glasses!

The basics! My favorite colour is lilac! My favorite season is autumn! I love Halloween and Christmas. There is nothing quite as good as that cosy, nostalgic feeling that comes with that time of year. I am in my early 20's. I'm bi (but maybe with a guy for this? :) ). I'm the oldest to 3 siblings. I've worked with kids my whole life. I suffer with chronic pain and anxiety and I want to be an addictions and mental health counselor to help people like me!

I am a huge reader! I love most genres but I'm a big dark romance, thriller and history nerd. I'm almost always reading a few books at a time lol. I'll do digital, hard copies or audio, the more the merrier.

I'm a huge history buff as well. I will learn a little about a plethora of different time periods and then deep dive into ones that peak my interest. Ancient Greece/Rome, the 40's and the Victorian period are a few that come to mind.

I love the look of the '70s as well. My style definitely has some influences from the era. I'm also a bit of a hippie. All peace and love and positive vibes here <3

I also love a huge range of music, classic rock to folk to pop to country. I listen to it all! I love my Zeppelin, Louis Tomlinson, Noah Kahan, Jake Wesley Rogers, guns and roses, David Bowie, Harry styles, imagine dragons and Mumford and Suns just to name a few!

My love language is physical touch and gift giving. I'm constantly wanting to remind my partner know I love them by holding their hand, cuddling, playing with their hair, etc. If we become friends in any regard, I will be feeding you. I'll bake homemade treats, suprise you with coffee and doughnuts on a bad day or make you a full dinner just cuz I missed you. It's just how I show I love you!

All my friends call me a grandma I'm constantly checking on my friends, I always have food and little candies in my purse in case you get hungry, I am a homebody, my family is extremely important to me, I'm learning to knit and I have to make sure everyone is good before me.

In a relationship I love little (or big) romantic gestures. Remembering my Starbucks order or building a fort for a horror movie night, etc. I find it very attractive when they get a bit over protective. I also am a sucker for pet names and all that lovey dovey stuff.

Sorry for any bad grammer or if it's just way too much! I have a bad habit of ranting. Thank you so so much in advance! Have the best day

Ps. I love your page! I stumbled on it not too long ago and I'm hooked! Keep up the fantastic work friend <333

OMG HI. IM SERIOUS I LOVE YOU IN A NOT CREEPY WAY YOURE SO COOL AND YOU LIKE LOUIS TOMLINSON AHAGSYSFWYEVDUGKVOFPEHATF PLEASE YOU SOUND AMAZINF AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE INFO IT MEANS SO MUCH I HOPE YOU ENJOY BABES!!!!!

OKAY SOOOOOO

i ship you with thor!!!

he would 100% sing along to all of your songs because he is a himbo and i love him. he also fucking LOVES your stretch marks and hip dips. pls let him kiss every single mark on your body he will do it with a smile. he plays with your hair all the time and he loves it. he has a christmas playlist for that time of year and he decorates with you and gets all cozy and makes you watch ELF every single year so he can laugh at the same parts. he’s always worrying about you and the pain you’re in but he always helps the best he can <333

he BEGS you to read some books to him and he gets really invested. he wants to tell you all about Asgard and in return you can tell him about all the history you know!! he LOVES you clothes and begs you to pick some out for him as well. he’s the type to want to match outfits. he screams Hardy Styles and Louis Tomlinson any chance he gets.

i fucking love that you’re the grandma friend i NEED one of those in my life that’s so cute.

thor loves it too. teach him how to bake please. he needs the help before he burns your house down hahah.

thor notices EVERY detail about you. your drink order, the way you like your hair, the way you focus, what movies you cry at, what your comfort movies are, a phrase you say a lot, etc. he’s very perceptive. he makes cute date nights like picnics and pillow forts so you guys can watch shrek (my perfect date ngl.) or a preferred movie.

he’s such a golden retriever bf and i think you need that bc you’re the grandma and all grandmas have cute hyper dogs so that’s my thought process!!!!!

#via’s celebration 🍄 #🎃

[itstheghostofmypast]

Hey babes, what's up? How you doing?

I'm... not that great actually. Grades are coming out, and I didn't do as well as I thought, so now my mom is calling me useless *family trauma go whee*. It's just that there is so much pressure to apply to foreign universities, which always involves having perfect grades, thousands of extracurriculars, fourteen start-ups, and a cure for cancer. I'm writing some fanfics right to kinda vent before I go back to studying...

BUT HOW ARE YOU? I MISSED YOU SMMM

Okay, so, I'm going to get straight to the point. It has been years. No, bloody generations and desi people ways are not going to change, so please don't let that get to you. Okay, so this is how it works, the older you get, the more complicated things become. Your personality, cognitive processing abilities and traits tend to lean towards whatever you are naturally good at- a thing most desi people do not understand (I am not hating on South Asian parents but it is a common trait). Though our parents are often like this because we come from deterministic countries where either being born rich or being smart enough to go abroad is considered as sucessful. Both these approaches are bullshit.

All my life I was the model A* kid of the entire family- you know what that got me in return? Cousins who hated me because their parents used me as an example for EVERYTHING and a childhood that is comprised of no hobbies, likes or dislikes, extracurriculars and actual friends. As I grew older, highschool came and even though I reached peak- my grades did not and boom: *Bloody useless* *God knows what happened to you* *You used to be a model student*.

To some extent I began to do everything to please others, since my grades weren't cutting it out for me anymore- hell I would even agree with what my 'friends' would say, only to be liked again. Gurl, I had people - my own friends- bully me for years, only because I thought, hey at least I have friends. My family wanted me to do engineering - yes, one of the three options all desi kids get. I could have, but at the end even though I got okayish grades enough to get me into an enginneeing college- my mental health was fked.

At the end, three brain docs later I was able to convince my parents how trivial these social pressures were- yes, I am grateful they agreed but even now, sometimes the desi vibes come out.

So, don't let your EXTENDED family or anyone else get to you. Hey, I came back on Tumblr bc writing makes me feel better, even if I PROCRASTINATE WITH THE REQUESTS.

Find a college/university that teaches what YOU WANNA DO- MOST UNIVERSITIES DGAF about what you got in subjects that aren't related to your degree, trust me.

Whatever happens, happens for the best, so- and try, just try to talk to your parents about chilling- or at least cooling down a bit- i know its risky but at least you'll know you tried and trust me, parents do think about things u say in the middle of the night. They are supposed to be your strength.

YOU NEED TO ENJOY THE MOMENT, MAKE IT ABOUT YOU, SCREW EVERYONE ELSE. IF YOU THINK YOU COULD'VE DONE BETTER, THEN YOU'LL DO BETTER NEXT TIME. BC SELF-REALISATION IS WHAT MATTERS. NOT STUPID ASS PAGAL PEOPLE LIKE BRO IM TELLING YOU PPL JUST EXIST TO PULL YOU DOWN AND YOU- Nah bruh you a whole ass bomb and YOU ARE ONE OF THE BRAVEST PEOPLE I HAVE EVER KNOWN. Do whatever you want- as long as it aint illegal or drugs, dont do that- But

F*** the haters

You deserve your peace of mind, everyone does. And family trauma is a part of you, a part that you will one day be able to supress and laugh at, because you know when you grow you wont be asking a kid named Salman or Ajay what grade he got in 4th grade math, you'll be more concered with if he's happy at school.

Ps: I love you, and missed you too and DONT BE SAD ABOUT STUPID IDIOTS- i messed up my last exam too but hey, as long as you and I are able to become GOOD, CIVIL AND USEFUL CITIZENS WHO CARE ABOUT OTHERS AND THE ENVIRONMENT, WHO CARES? NOBODY SHOULD CARE ABOUT WHAT THAT AUNTY OR UNCLE THINKS. PERIOD.

#desi tumblr #you do you #you da best

[kindaichiyu]

kindaichiyu’s favorite sunaosa fics

my favorites. peak literature. I reread at least 2 of these every week.

Accidentally in Love by keenbean

WC: 20k / Rated: T 

“Hey, Osamu?”

Osamu makes a noise somewhere between a grunt and a hum.

“How much do you remember from last night?”

“Uhh, I recall a distinct urge to strangle Atsumu quelled only by Mister José Cuervo. Oh and Komori taking yer hotel key after Sakusa kicked him out.”

“So you don’t remember getting married either?”

Spring Secrets by DeathBelle

WC: 4k / Rated: T

They stared down at the city lights below, dotted along the sidewalks and blurring by with passing cars. There was another hotel right across the street, and although most of the windows were dark, a scattered few glowed. Osamu wondered if the people inside were sitting awake too.

“Osamu.”

He turned his head and Suna was there, waiting. His mouth found Osamu’s and his lips were a little cold. Suna kissed him, and Osamu forgot about the tournament, about winning, about everything. It didn’t seem as important here on the roof, holding Suna’s hand and sharing a wind-chilled kiss.

Suna pulled away, and Osamu said, “We should tell ‘em.”

Suna sighed and slouched a little further over the rail. “How about… after the tournament. After we win, we’ll tell them. Everyone will be so happy that they won’t care what we’re doing.”

“Okay,” said Osamu. “When they give us the trophy, I’m just gonna kiss ya right there in front of everybody. That’ll be us tellin’ ‘em.”

“I don’t believe you,” said Suna. There was a spark in his eyes, a little amused, a little daring. “Prove me wrong.”

#MIYAOSAMUISOVERPARTY by rosegoldwriting

WC: 2k / Rated: T

Osamu and Suna are engaged. Atsumu knows it's a prank. For some reason, he's the only one who realizes this.

for sunaosa week day 7: best friend/husband

what are you waiting for? by Slumber

WC: 4k / Rated: T 

“Suna,” one of the wing spikers says as soon as Osamu walks in, catching them in the middle of a break, “your boyfriend’s here.”

Suna's gaze flickers over to Osamu, eyes sparking with something that means trouble. “Oh, yeah, there he is.” He waves, ignoring the dumbfounded look his entire team gives him, ignoring the flash of alarm that must have shown on Osamu’s face when Suna’s lips curl into a slow smile, and he throws him a wink. “Hey, babe.”

(“What the fuck,” Osamu asks Suna afterward. “What the hell.”)

cheesecake by bastigod

WC: 15k / Rated: T 

“Cheesecake. Why cheesecake of all things?”

"It just reminds me of ya.”

A treasured family recipe featuring Miya Osamu and the too-scrawny, too-tall boy he fell in love with.

Anyone Else But You by internetpistol

WC: 33k / Rated T / CW: self-harm, mental health issues

Suna Rintarou learns a number of things through loving and being in love with Miya Osamu:

1. Teenagers are dramatic. But that's okay, because teenagers are meant to be dramatic. Even you are dramatic. The sooner you admit it to yourself, the better. 2. Talk about your feelings, so they don't explode in your face. Because it'll happen. Even if it's three years later. You just never know, dude. 3. But love anyway. Love as hard as you can. Shamelessly and unadulteratedly. You'll have many regrets. But that one, you won't regret at all.

#sunaosa #hq fic rec #dear authors: I love u #mee

[hyper-revenge-sio]

I have been progressively creating an entire plot to a would be sequel of the 2010 Nightmare On Elm Street for the last two months, and it's only now that I wonder if I've gone too far

#its good to have a creative output #just not sure if it should be making entire movies #and imagining the reactions on a kill count? #peak mental health babe #quentin is the main protagonist too because i do what i want #sorry nancy #quentin smith #noes 2010 #i love tags so much #nightmare on elm street

[turtle-babe83]

Mikey x F!Reader

For @nittleboo, some of that orange ball of energy to wake your bones babe 🧡

Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only

So damn tired. You couldn’t figure out why you were so exhausted lately. Your job? Possibly. Your health? Eh, maybe. Either way, you had crashed on your bed and debated going to bed now. Your body made the decision for you, as you drifted off into a fitful sleep.

A few hours later, you awoke to a knocking on the window. You groaned as you sat up, rubbing the crick in your neck. You shuffled over to the window to find your lively other half, squatting on the fire escape with a huge grin. Unlocking the window, you lifted it and ushered him in. Leaving him to close it, you went right back to your bed and fell on top. Mikey frowned.

“What’s wrong, Angelcakes?”

He sat beside you on the bed and began to rub circles on your back. Your answering grunt was muffled by the comforter. Mikey was getting worried about you. It was disconcerting to see his normally bubbly sweetheart laying around, without her infectious laughter or cracking jokes. There had to be something he could do. He kept rubbing your back while he pondered on it. When his hand dipped a little lower and swept across your derrière, you uttered a small whimper. Mikey did it again, and was rewarded with a slightly louder reaction. He grinned. He knew exactly what his babycakes needed.

Pushing your shirt up to expose your back, he knelt to pepper your skin with kisses, drawing goosebumps from your flesh. His hands tugged at your pants and underwear, spurred on by your hums and whines. Finally, he ripped them from your body. He licked his lips at the sight of your bared ass, unable to resist taking a nibble to one plump cheek. He pushed harder at your shirt till you took initiative and pulled it off, knowing it was going to be trashed if you didn’t hurry. He unfastened your bra and pushed it off your shoulders. Rolling you over, he settled between your thighs and began to nuzzle and lick at your full breasts. His tongue swiped your perky nipples again and again, keeping the peaks hard and sensitive. Leaning up, he gave you soft kisses that steadily grew in urgency. As you moaned into his mouth, you felt desire rising fast and nipped and bit at his plush lips. He growled in response, and hearing your sweet Mikey make such aggressive sounds was such a turn on. You could feel the wetness growing at the apex of your thighs.

Mikey felt his cock getting harder with every nip of your teeth, and when you turned your attention down his jaw, to his neck, he wondered if spontaneous combustion really was a thing. You were coming alive beneath him and the heat of your core burned him where his plastron rested against you.

“Fuck,” he muttered, scrambling down your body to taste you.

The feel of his tongue invading your core drew breathy moans from you. You wanted to squeeze your eyes shut, but you couldn’t tear them away from the sight of his shiny green head bobbing and shaking back and forth. Mikey considered you a feast every time he went down on you, and it made you feel sexy and cherished. The tip of his tongue flicked rapidly at your aching clit, and he didn’t stop until he had wrung his name from your lips as your walls spasmed.

“Turtle style,” he panted, pulling off his gear and clothing, “Hands on the headboard.”

You hastily complied. He climbed up behind you and angled you over his lap, wasting no time before plunging deep. You held on to the headboard like a lifeline as he railed you in an angled doggy style position. You licked your lips at the thought of his glutes and how the dense muscles there made this possible. You made a mental note to thank Leo later for all Mikey’s training. He grunted and churred as he thrust up, bouncing you against his hips. His hands grasped your jiggling tits, nearly bruising in their grip. But it didn’t matter if he left marks because right this second he was ramming your g-spot and it felt so fucking good.

“Michelangeloholyshitgonnacum,” you babbled, “Ohfuckcummingnowshitshitshit!!”

Mikey never slowed down as you flew apart. You swore you could see stars as you came hard, clenching his dick and sending him shouting to heaven. He finally pulled out, empty and satisfied. He pulled you into his arms as you both came down from your high.

“Feel better, babe?” he asked, brushing your hair back from your eyes.

But you were fast asleep with a smile on your lips.

🧡

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt fandom #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #michelangelo #bayverse michelangelo #mikey #mikey x reader #bayverse mikey #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey #sexy quotes #turtlebabe83

[mrsmount16]

Hey I was wondering if you could write a MM imagine where him and the reader have only gone on a couple of dates then when the announcement of the first lockdown is made he asks the reader to isolate with him? Then I was thinking while they’re isolating they’re experiencing a few Firsts with each other (e.g., cooking together, sharing a bed, movie nights, cuddles and kisses etc).

I didn't know how to write this without being super long and boring so I was going to section it off but hopefully it still gives off the same energy then a normal write lmao, also thank you for the request and this is such a good idea 😩. I didn't really know what other firsts to do😕 I haven’t proof read this either, so it could make no sense at all and probably have spelling mistakes but pls just power through it 🤞🏼

Warning: None.

Lockdown was being announced and everyone was panicking, the news emphasised on the amount of food people were buying and how there was no loo roll left but also about how relationships weren't going to work out due to being locked in the houses for all this time without seeing your significant other or because you was seeing them too much.

You had only been on a couple of dates with Mason, but you both knew that you wanted to pursue something more personal and deep and not just mess around for the fun of it. Thats why when he asked you to isolate with him you didn't hesitate to say yes. Even though the news told you otherwise of how to feel you simply ignored and couldn't wait to spend as much time with him as possible, building up a true connection between you both and making your bond stronger.

Cuddling and kisses and sharing a bed.

You arrived earlier in the day and had already taken your things to the spare bedroom and now sat on his couch, him on the opposite side. You guys hadn't stopped talking throughout the whole movie that played and eventually when it ended you insisted that you bought a takeaway for the both of you.

He agreed and when the pizza arrived you both sat at the table and had a slice, talking endlessly about random things like 'why colours are named what they are' and 'how were humans created'. After about an hour, it was dark out and just turned 9pm.

"I'm gonna get comfy and ready for bed."

"Yeah, I'll meet you up there in a few." He smiled and kissed your cheek, grabbing the box and walking off outside.

It was pretty cold out so you pulled on a hoodie and joggers, and you removed your makeup and cleaned your face and teeth and sat on the bed in the free room on your phone.

He knocked on the door and peaked his head through the door frame at about 10.

"You coming?" He gestures to his room.

"Oh yeah, hold up." You smile watching him leave.

He lay on the bed on his phone, lighting up when he saw you enter.

"You don't have to stay in here if you don't want to." He stated, watching as you climbed into bed next to him.

"No, I want to." You snuggled up next to him, resting your head on the pillow.

"I want you to, too." He put an arm around your waist and finally rested down after turning the light off on the bedside table.

You were both submerged in complete darkness, a tranquil atmosphere surrounded you both, the duvet lazily spread across you and your faces faced each other. His eyes were closed, but you lightly leaned in and pecked his lips causing him to open his eyes.

"Goodnight." You said, looking up at him.

"Goodnight pretty." He smiled, kissing you again lightly and resting his head.

You fell asleep in his arms, totally engulfed with his care and serenity, it rubbed off onto you. This was the best sleep you ever had in ages, and you wanted to do it a lot more.

Cooking.

"Hey! Thats not where the flour goes." You retaliated at Mason putting the flour on your nose, a sneeze followed shortly after.

"Oh, my bad." He giggled, sticking the rest of the flour in the bowl.

"These are going to be the best cupcakes you have ever baked."You said, mixing all the ingredients with all the strength you had.

"Yeah? I reckon by myself I could cook some pretty good cupcakes. With no help of Course." He leaned against the counter, his apron said 'world best chef' and he was covered in all ingredients that you didn't even know had to be in the cupcakes.

"Well, we will see about that once you taste my cakes." You smirked, sticking your tongue out at him and wiping a little bit of frosting on his cheek. "Got u back." You giggled.

He grabbed you by your waist and pulled you closer to him so your front's were together.

"You look amazing cooking.." He cheekily smiled.

"Not too bad yourself." You kissed him, he deepened the kiss and ran his hand up your back, until you felt a hard crack on your head and then an ooze of a liquid go down your back, mason was laughing uncontrollably, holding his stomach and near enough rolling on the floor.

"Mason!" You shouted, shocked and holding your head, "Did you just egg me?" You laughed, grabbing the egg that was on you and smearing it all over him.

"Two can play that game!" You giggled, grabbing flower and eggs.

Fight and makeup.

"No, I just don't particularly like her. You told me about what she did, she's a bad influence." He argued back.

"Oh, so she's a bad influence? So you think I would do something like that?" You scoffed. Your friend invited you to go on a walk around the park, and you told Mason but when he heard your friends name he instantly scoffed and shrugged his shoulders. He had no care about it and sighed, telling you to just 'do what you wanna, your choice at the end of the day.'. You asked why he was being so moody and he replied that he doesn't like her, and you understood why but because he didn't like her didn't mean that you couldn't hang with her. You did tell him that she did cheat on her boyfriend and you completely disagreed with her actions too but now he was saying she was a 'bad influence' like you was going to be influenced by what she did and start following her actions like you was a child.

"Its only for a catch up Mase, I haven't seen her in like 3 weeks. I haven't been at work remember and ive been locked up here."

"Yes, but anyone but her. We could go. I't doesn't matter, just go. Ill see you when you get back." And then he stormed off up to his gaming room, releasing all his stress on his games.

After about 40 minutes, you realised he was right, it wasn't just the cheating but she just overall was a bad person and you shouldn't have been encouraging such gossip with her.

You entered his room and put your hands on his shoulders, he looked back at you and then carried on his game like you wasn't even there.

"I'm sorry Mase, you was right. I can surround myself with much better people, and I will."

He turned his chair around so he was facing you and grabbed your hips to sit you down on his lap.

"It's okay, and ill go on that walk with you. Let me just finish this game." He said, smiling lightly and giving you a kiss which you returned.

Go-to support.

It was about 2 months into lockdown and your work had been piling up. You was stressed and so not motivated to do anything, even getting up out of bed was hard.

This day was particularly a struggle. You had to finish a presentation and only had today to do it, so you panicked and speeded it, finishing it as quick as ou could without caring about the outcome and just sending it off.

You sat at the kitchen table with your face in your hands, thinking about all the possibilities, will you lose your job? Will you get demoted? You just couldn't stop your mind from wandering.

"Are you okay babe?" You heard Masons voice from behind you and felt a hand on your back soothing you.

You couldn't hold it in anymore and broke down, whimpering and wiping your eyes.

"Mason I need a break from work, its so stressful and I think with the work I just did I'm going to lose my job and im just not motivated to do anything and I-" you rambled on, until he cut you off.

"Hey, hey calm down," He crouched down and placed his hand on the side of your face, wiping your tears away with his thumb. "Don't beat yourself up about it. It's happening to everyone now, im sure if we ask your work to give you some time for your mental health im sure they would let you." he smiled reassuringly.

"We?" You sniffed.

"Yeah, we. We're gonna get through this together. Now, it's always we." He stood up and hugged you tight.

Love and a movie night.

It's been about a 5 months now, and you and Mason had been going strong.

Mason insisted that you watch a movie tonight, sit down with some popcorn and snuggle up together. Of course you said yes.

About halfway in the movie, a conversation popped up about 'what would you do if you was a worm?' and you couldn't stop laughing, at both of your responses.

"Yeah, but I would definitely still love you if you was a worm." He joked, laughing with you.

You stopped almost instantly, looking over at him.

"What?" He looked over, confused.

"Did you just say that you love me?" You questioned, sitting up.

"You didn't hear? I love you." He smiled, chuckling.

you gasped, putting your hands over your mouth. He reached out and grabbed your face.

"I love you." He repeated, just for you to realise what he did, so you could know that it was real, to process the words.

"I love you." You stated, grinning from ear to ear.

#chelsea #chelsea football club #england squad #football #footballer #mase mount #champions league #chelsea fc #england #footballers #mason mount x og #mason mount x reader #mm21 #mason mount imagine #mason mount #euros 21 #euro 21 #euros 2020 #uefa euro 2020

[iwishtobeastorm]

Cabur - Chapter 3

Alpha!Din Djarin/Omega!F!Reader

A/N: Hey babes! So, I've finally finished this chapter, I hope you'll like it. Please don't murder me for how long it is, I just couldn't control myself, I'm sorry. As always, let me know what you think! I luv uuuu 

Warnings: jealous Din hihi, matchmaker Omera (my favorite Omera)

Masterlist | Chapter 4 

Hardest week in your life. A living hell. An infinite misery. A nightmare. That's how you could describe your last heat.

Seven days of you squirming in the bed, rolling from side to side in the burning sheets, sleepless, exhausted and so so alone. You've never been hurting so bad in your whole life, no heat you've ever experienced before was this awful, this strong. And you knew too well why.

It was because of him. Because his Alpha lures in your Omega, because something pulls you to him like a magnet, because you got so used to his presence you feel like someone teared off a part of you when he's not with you. Because his presence created this illusion your Omega fell for instantly, that he might be something close to your mate, even thought it's not true. He left you here, he left you alone, because he doesn't want you, because he doesn't really care. And there's nothing you could do about it.

Omera kept taking care of you the whole time. She was the only person you allowed in the house during the whole time. She brought you food, bathed you, brought you clean sheets and cleaned up the mess you've managed to make. She also checked your health condition every single time she visited you, knowing well how hard this is for you especially when you wanted Din by your side and he refused. She comforted you while you cried in the moments of clarity and she made sure you had privacy when your heat reached its worst peaks. Just like your mother always did.

Little do you know that she talked to Din every single night through the com he initially gave her to contact him if anything went wrong. She was trying to persuade him to come back and spend at least half of your heat with you but he declined. He made sure he took enough bounties to keep him busy for almost two weeks.

Omera wished she could do more. More to ease the turmoil of your poor soul, more to ease your pain, both physical and mental but she couldn't. It was tearing her heart apart when she sat in your nest with you many times, your whole body curled up to ease the cramps, your head in her lap as you cried silently, while pouring your aching heart out to her. She wished she could drag Din back to you by the stupid scruffy cape of his and smack him with his riffle until he would finally realize what he's doing to both of you.

The last two days of your heat were more bearable. You even spent a few hours each day outside, talking to the kids or the elders in the village. It truly felt like home but you missed Din and the baby.

It took you about two more days to recover fully, before you were back to your usual self completely. You even began to participate in the daily life of the villagers. You took care of their kids just as you did at your village and you made a couple new friends. You learned more about the community and the lifestyle and you took a liking to all of that. But it couldn't overshadow the fact an hour didn't pass without you thinking about Din and the baby, about where they were now or when they were coming back. Omera refused to tell you. You thought she wanted to surprise you but the truth was she didn't know. Din wasn't able to tell her for sure, even though the amount of bounties he collected outnumbered those he had left to hunt down a long time ago. By now he was just hesitant to return to you, afraid to face his own regrets and fears.

He eventually decided to come even sooner than he wanted at first, mostly because of the baby. He was so restless and fussy without you. Din had never seen him like that. He wouldn't fall asleep until Din wrapped him in one of your old dresses, that still smelled like you, wouldn't eat without Din playing all those games you usually do with him - like pretending the spoon was a spaceship. He needed you more than Din did, even though that was debatable.

And so after two long weeks away, the Razor Crest lands on Sorgan again.

You're playing with the children by the river behind the village, building small houses for the dolls you've made for them with your new friend, Kaya. You collected some branches and rocks and you've made your own little village. It keeps the children busy and it'll give them more than one practical skill for life, which is always a win-win for you.

You're just finishing the doll you've been working on for about a week now, when you hear loud voices and cheering from the village. Even the kids notice, looking at you curiously, waiting for an explanation. Before you can do anything, your other friend, Zay, appears by the river, getting there from the direction of the village, panting from the running, his full cheeks flushed red. You look at him with silent question written in your eyes and he takes a deep breath before blurting out:

"The Mandalorian is back."

The kids start cheering, all of them immediately running past Zay to the village to greet their favorite knight and his child, and you don't wait a second before doing the same.

The closer you get the more you recognize the crowd that gathered around them.

When you get close enough, you can see Din talking to Omera, the baby in his arms, waving his little hands in the air. All that sadness and all that pain you've felt through the last two weeks seem to turn into ether, because all that matters now is, that they're back and hopefully, they won't leave you alone ever again.

You manage to make your way through the crowd, until you stand face to face with Din. Silence captures the whole space as everyone anticipates what's gonna happen. The villagers kind of know how the things are between you and Din and as Kaya told you, they began to make bets about how soon will the two of you finally get together. It made you flustered but it also kind of fed your hopes. If other people can see it, maybe Din will as well.

You stop in your tracks and you stare at Din, your chest raising and falling rapidly, your cheeks burning and it's not just from the running as your heart flutters in your chest, the sight of him and the realization he's finally back are making you euphoric.

The Mandalorian lost his breath the moment you stood in front of him. The light pink dress you wear are perfectly hugging your figure, accentuating your curves and making your skin look radiant. Your hair are reaching your back loosely, framing your pretty face. Your eyes are shining, looking at Din almost piously, which tugs on his heart more than he's willing to admit. You're just as beautiful as he remembers you and he has no idea what to do, what to say, how to make it up to you after all he's done, after all the pain he caused both you and the little one and so he stays quiet.

Lucky for both of you, the child saves the awkward moment by cooing loudly and raising his arms to be held by you. You take him without hesitation, pulling him as close as possible without hurting him anyhow and you pepper his face with kisses, murmuring to him about how much you missed him. Zay and Omera do you a favor and persuade the villagers to give you and Din more space, because they know you will need it.

When it's just the two of you, you take a small step towards Din and then another, until there's not much space dividing you. Just then you look up at him and you can't help but smile softly.

"Hi there," you murmur and Din's sure you'll never know how much he wanted to kiss you in this particular moment.

"Hey," he says, his voice so quiet the vocoder of his helmet almost doesn't pick it up.

"So- did you enjoy your time without me?" You ask and Din recognizes you're teasing him, the tension in his body and the heavy feeling on his chest start to disappear when he realizes what that means. You're in a good mood. You're not angry. That's an amazing place where to start.

"Not really. The womp rat was crazy without you," he states and you chuckle, cupping the baby's cheek and pressing your forehead against his.

"Is that true, darling?" You look into his big brown eyes and he rests his tiny hands on the sides of your face, cooing.

"Really? I'll tell you a secret. I was going crazy without you too," you say and the baby giggles. You press him against your chest, letting him nuzzle his face against your scent gland, your body immediately letting out calming pheromones for the child. Din could cry at the sight of the two of you, his Alpha screaming at him to claim you.

"And what about him, huh? Did papa go crazy?" You whisper to the baby and he coos, looking at Din from undreneath your chin, making smile tug on his lips.

"I thought he's gonna be insufferable," you say, scratching the baby's back. Din chuckles, resting his hands on his waist like he sometimes does.

"How are you, cyar'ika? Is- is everything alright?" He asks hesitantly. You've been waiting for him to ask.

"It- it wasn't always easy, but Omera really helped me. I feel well now," you say. Once again there's not even a hint in your tone, your words or your expression that you're blaming Din, that you're angry at him for the decision he made. You are looking at him the way you always do, the way that makes him feel like he's the only man that exists. You're too good.

"I'm sorry I left you alone," he lets out, clenching his jaw to prevent getting too emotional.

"It's okay, I understand," you say and Din lets out relieved sigh. Of course, you do. You always do.

But actually you don't. I mean you for sure think you understand, but for you the reason he left you here alone is that he simply doesn't love you, that he doesn't care about you the way you care about him. He doesn't want you to be his mate, he's just simply not interested.

Does it hurt?

More than anything.

But is there anything you can do?

No.

You can just hope all the feelings you have for your Mandalorian will one day vanish.

"Omera told me you've settled here pretty well," he states and you smile softly at that.

"It reminds me a lot of my home here," you explain and suddenly you remember the doll you've been working on and you take it out of the pocket of your dress. You've meant to give it to the baby once he comes back with Din. It's a figure of a Mandalorian, maybe a bit too similar to the one standing in front of you but you're sure no one will notice.

But Din does. Once he registers what is it in your hand that you are giving to the baby, he feels his heart doing a little flip in his chest. You've made a figure of him for the baby. He freaking abandons you on a foreign planet when you're at your most vulnerable and you make a doll of him for his foundling. He doesn't deserve you.

The baby immediately takes the doll from your hands, pulling away from your neck and bringing the little Mandalorian closer to take a good look at him, grin appearing on his face once he realizes what you gave to him and then he's showing it proudly to his father, cooing loudly.

"I've been making dolls for the kids here and I couldn't leave him out," you explain, your gaze lingering on the baby, your smile widening at how excited the child looks now. You take such a good care of him, better than Din could ever imagine.

"You'll spoil him, mesh'la," he says and you look at him with a grin.

"Let me spoil him then," you respond, kissing the baby's temple. You've missed him so much. Sleeping without his little form pressed against yours somehow felt wrong and unnatural and it made it hard for you to fall asleep even after your heat passed.

"How long will we stay here?" You ask, knowing Din doesn't really like to dwell on one place for more than necessary.

"We should set off tomorrow," he states and you nod.

"Omera assigned a house to me for my stay. You two could stay there with me, if you want to," you offer, hoping Din will agree to it.

"We will, cyar'ika. If that's okay with you," he responds and you grin, nodding.

"Follow me then."

You're preparing a small snack for you, the baby and Din, while you watch through the window as Winta plays with your little one outside the house, small smile on your face.

Din took a seat at the table, silently admiring you while you work. He offered to give you a helping hand, he's a master at preparing snacks, but you wanted to do it yourself. Din secretly wishes that's a sign your Omega wants to provide for his Alpha and your ad'ika, but there's no way to prove it. Maybe it's just your kindness.

He watches your gentle movements, the way you cut the vegetables a bit clumsily, the way you always wipe your hands on the apron you wrapped around your waist, he watches you as you hum some unknown melody under your breath, swinging your hips just a bit to the rhythm of it, the way you move through the space so naturally, making Din feel like the whole room got brighter than ever just by your bare presence. You might be the light of his life after all.

Just as you're about to cut the bread too, there's a knock on the outer wall and so you turn around to face it, Din's  head tilting its way as well.

"Can I come in?" There's a low male voice reaching your ears and Din watches a smile form at your lips. He unintentionally clenches his fists underneath the table, his Alpha not really comfortable with another man in the house with you.

"Sure. I'm just preparing some snacks," you respond and soon there's a tall young man appearing in the room. He smiles at you while sending a respectful nod Din's way and he reciprocates it, even though the scent of the other man is uncomfortably stinging in his nose, irritating him. An Alpha. It makes Din's blood boil, slowly but surely.

"It won't be long. I just came to invite you both to come to the celebration we've prepared for the Mandalorian's return," the man says and you beam up at him.

"We will come for sure. Thank you so much for letting us know," you say and Din can smell the pure happiness in your scent. He's not sure if it's because of the celebration or because of the stranger in your house and that makes him nervous.

"It's nothing. Omera was busy with preparations so she sent me. I should probably get going to help them too," the boy scratches the back of his neck.

"Oh, should I help as well? I- I'll just finish the snacks and I can be there in a few minutes," you offer and the man grins.

"That would be nice, (Y/N)," he states, making your smile widen. Din grits his teeth.

"See you there then, Bri," you say, following the boy all the way to the door where he says his goodbyes to you too.

You return to the kitchen, humming another unknown melody, soft smile still on your lips. You go back to preparing the snacks as if nothing really happened and Din feels like a volcano right before exploding.

"Your new friend?" He asks, trying to scold his voice to sound nonchalant.

"Yeah. He's really nice. He has a younger sister that I babysat while he worked at the krill farm. I think you'll like him. He's not really talkative, but he's really kind," you say and Din feels fed up with all the praises you let out about the other Alpha.

"He seemed talkative to me," he states, looking down at his still clenched fists and so he doesn't notice the way you glance at him over your shoulder.

"He was just being polite," you murmur, finally finishing the snacks. You put Din's on a plate before you lean out of the window, calling at Winta to bring in the baby.

Din watches your body bend over the kitchen counter, your ass being outlined now more prominently. He finds himself wishing he could come up to you, grasp your wide hips with his hands and press himself against you. He would roll your pretty skirt up around your waist, revealing your round cheeks, that he would gladly squeeze with his hands before leaning down to you, to whisper all the filth that ever went through his head because of you, how pretty you are, how kind, how amazing, how he can't get enough of you. He would claim you right there, pushing his cock into your heat, wrapping his body around yours and letting you cry out loudly while he'd pound into you from behind. Your moans and whimpers would let everyone know how good he can make you feel, how good you're making him feel, what a perfect little Omega you're being for him, his Omega, his, his, his.

But that's just another fantasy of his, one of the inappropriate ones and so he pushes those thoughts away as the kids enter the house. Winta smiles at him, before she heads to you. She hands you the little one and you immediately press him against your chest, giving Winta a portion of the snack you prepared, before you approach Din with a plate for him too, smile playing on your lips.

"Thank you, mesh'la," he clears his throat and you nod softly.

"I bet you didn't eat enough while I was away," you murmur, returning to the counter with the little one, to grab the soup you prepared for him. His favorite. Lots of meat and not enough vegetables for your liking, but that's how the baby loves it.

He coos excitedly at the smell and tries to snatch the bowl from you, but you adjust him in your arms to not let him until he's sitting at the table in the wooden highchair.

Din's eyes follow you through your every step, every movement, his mind replaying your words again and again. You really want to provide for him. Maybe you don't realize it, but you do. It makes his heart too warm.

"Enjoy your meals, I- I'll help with the preparations. You can have a nap later, if Winta would be so kind and played with the little one for a bit longer," you run your fingers through the girl's hair with small smile on your lips and she beams up at you, nodding, while Din feels his blood boiling again.

"You won't eat?" He asks, trying to not let you know what's actually going through his head just at the mere thought of you being there without him, with another Alpha. You even skipped your meal for him.

Din's mind is a mess. It's a cacophony of his want and affection for you mixed with all that jealousy and fear of leaving you alone once it's safe to be in your presence again.

"I'm not hungry. I- I just want to help," you murmur and your eyes are so sincere, that Din's heart almost aches. He gives you a little nod and before he knows it, you kiss the baby's forehead and you're out of the building, leaving him alone with the two kids and the little sandwich cut in the shape of a heart laying on the plate in front of him.

All of your excitement that Din mistaken for your fondness of the other Alpha, Bri, is actually connected to the promise Omera made you. She told you about her plan to prepare the celebration once Din comes back and she told you she has a gift for you as a thank you for your work at the village, which you initially refused to accept, but Omera was insistent. It turned out to be one of the prettiest dress you've ever seen. Apparently Kaya made them for you with a little help of one of the elders. Omera told you to wear them for the celebration and asked Kaya to do your hair for you, to make you the best version of yourself.

It's all part of Omera's secret plan how to make Din finally do something about the two of you. Sending Bri to invite you was just the first step.

You head to Kaya's house as Omera instructed you. You knock on the door and soon the melodic voice of your new friend reaches you, asking you to come in.

She comes to greet you, giving you a tight hug.

"How do you feel?" She asks as she leads you inside, smiling.

"Good. Very good actually," you grin, accepting her offer to sit down at the table in her kitchen. Her scent envelopes you, putting you at ease. It's like lemons and honey, warm and brisk.

"Your Mandalorian is back so there's no wonder," she teases, making your cheeks burn.

"Uhm- yeah. Did you meet him already?" You ask, looking at her as she starts preparing your favorite tea. You've spent enough afternoons with Kaya like this for her to act without even asking you. The familiarity feels nice.

"Many times. He's returtning here from time to time. Everybody loves him and Cara here," she states and you grin at the mention of the ex shock-trooper.

"I didn't know you are familiar with Cara too," you smile and Kaya smirks.

"Maybe more than you can imagine," she muses and you raise your eyebrows at her, giving her a curious look, even though you know too well what's your Omega friend talking about.

"Interesting," you murmur when she doesn't comment on the topic anymore.

Kaya brings the cup of tea to you and stands behind you, running her hand through your hair softly.

"Well, Omera tasked me with doing your hair. I have quite an idea about what I want to do. Do I have your full trust?" She asks, her hands coming to rest on your shoulders. You nod, already excited to see how's it gonna turn out.

"Let me surprise you then."

Din tried. He really really tried to take the nap you talked about but he kept tossing and turning in the sheets, thinking about you and the other Alpha. Not even your sweet scent that literally soaked through the comforter couldn't calm him down. And so eventually he gave up and putted his armor back on, before heading out.

He passes by the children playing with the dolls you've made, his heart thrumming faster in his chest at your everpresent kindness. He approaches the group of villagers preparing a bonfire for the upcoming evening, asking about you and Omera. They send him to search for the two of you at Omera's house, where the food is being prepared and so he thanks them with a nod and heads there.

Omera's in the kitchen, surrounded by maybe five other women and girls, Betas and Omegas, but none of them are you, which makes Din's nervousness grow, his veins burning.

"Where's (Y/N)?" He asks when Omera glances at him with a smile.

"I'm not sure. Why?" She asks, putting the pie on the counter, acting as if nothing was really going on, which is not really helping Din's inner struggle.

"She said she'll help you with preparations so I was hoping to find her here," he explains, keeping his tone calm.

"Well, she's probably out picking berries with others," Omera smiles at Din.

"Where?" He wants to know, clenching his fists at his sides in impatience. How could Omera let you leave the village without Din? Who's protecting you now? Bri?!

"I don't know for sure, Din. Maybe she's not there at all. Don't worry, (Y/N) is able to take care of herself on her own. Besides, I bet she's with Kaya, Zay and Bri, so there's no need to stress about her," she says, getting a taste of the sauce one of the girls has been preparing and she comments on lack of salt, her nonchalance driving Din crazy.

"If something happens to her-," he mumbles, cutting himself of when he realizes he's basically threatening his own friend.

"Nothing happened to her for the past two weeks. There's no reason why something should happen now," Omera states calmly, turning fully to Din finally, her comment making him clench his jaw.

"Why don't you sit down by the fire and wait? The celebration will start in a moment so she'll be back soon for sure," she says to him, trying to put him at ease, making him sigh. He eventually nods and hesitantly heads out of Omera house, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of your presence but he finds nothing. He would lie if he said he's not worried. It's getting dark already. Leaving you somewhere alone is dangerous. Anyone could show up and hurt you. Din would rather die than let them take you away from him. You and the baby are the only nice parts of his life, his redemption. He'd be lost without you.

He shakes those invasive thoughts away and decides to look for the baby before you appear, wanting to have at least one of you by his side, because that always makes him calmer. He circles the house you live in, but there's no one, neither Winta nor the baby.

But then Din's ears pick up a sound, full of happiness, excitement and life, a laughter. Yours and Winta's.

He follows it, until he finds himself standing in front of one of the houses. The door are open, which is like an invitation for Din to peak inside. But maybe he shouldn't, maybe you're there with the other Alpha. What if- no, no, definitely not. Winta wouldn't be there if you- Dank farrik.

Before Din is able to decide what to do, you're on the porch, the laughter dying on your lips as you stop in your tracks, when you register his presence.

Din's breathless. He's so lucky he's wearing the helmet that perfectly hides his awestruck expression.

You're so beautiful. You wear a white dress that perfectly hug your figure, accelerating your curves, making your skin look even more radiant. Your hair are braided around your head, creating a crown, small pink and purple flowers stuck in them. You look like the nature itself. Pure, gentle and mesmerizing.

"Oh, Din. There you are," you find your words first, smiling at him sweetly.

Before Din's able to say anything, Winta runs out of the house and bumps into you, the child in her arms, his hands extended forward, grabbing on your skirt now.

"The monster caught you!" Winta exclaims and you giggle, taking the kid into your arms and kissing his wrinkled forehead.

"Guess I've lost again," you murmur. Din feels like he's dreaming. You definitely look dreamy.

"What would you say to playing hide and seek after the dinner?" You turn to Winta, stroking her dark hair.

"Sure," she grins.

"Would you let other kids know, please?" You smile and she nods, squeezing baby's hand before running away to let her friends know about your plans for future.

When she's out of earshot, you turn to Din, who's been drinking in the sight of you like the finest spotchka.

You've never looked so beautiful. But he thinks that every time he sees you. You're too much for his old heart.

"I-I've been searching for you," he chokes out and your smile fades a bit. That's not what you've expected him to say. You hoped that maybe, just maybe he could compliment you this time. But it seems like there's nothing you could do to catch his interest. It makes you disappointed in yourself, but you decide to bury it deep, because you know Din might sense it in your scent otherwise.

"Oh, I- I've been with Kaya. She made these dress for me," you explain, doing a little spin to show him, holding the baby close, Din's heart jumping at the sight of you.

"They- they are pretty. You- you are," he says, scratching the back of his neck nervously, his cheeks burning. You look at him, surprised, as if no one ever told you that before.

"You think so?" You murmur, your cheeks warm.

"Yeah. Just- mesh'la," he states and you curve your brows in confusion.

"That's what it means?" You ask and Din wishes he could run away. You're too smart.

"Uh- yes," he nods, biting on the inner side of his cheek. The smile that spreads through your features is brighter than Tatooine suns and it warms Din heart more than anything ever did.

You rest the baby against your hip and you approach him step by step, until you stand about a feet away from him, your scent creeping in through his helmet, making his nerves tingle and his Alpha groan.

"I- I missed you while you were away, Din," you say, looking up at him with those pretty eyes of yours and he could faint.

"I missed you too, cyar'ika," he states and your smile grows a bit.

The child coos, raising his hand towards Din and so you let him take the little one and press him against his beskar covered chest. You look at the two of them with something so tender in your eyes, that makes Din want to say something really really stupid.

"I was worried you won't come back," you admit, worrying your lower lip between your teeth. Din's surprised by your words. How could you ever thought he'd be able to leave you?

"I'd never do that," he says, a hint of finality in his words, which reassures you.

"Din I- I have to tell you something," you start, but before you're able to say anything else and explain yourself, Kaya emerges from her house, wide smile on her lips.

"You two better hurry, the celebration is starting now," she states, tilting her head towards the bonfire, shining in the twilight of the late afternoon, the villagers already gathered around it.

"Sure," you smile at her and slowly follow her to the bonfire, grateful for the interruption. When you look at it now, it was stupid to want to confess to Din. Maybe this was a sign you shouldn't.

You feel his broad body behind you, like a shadow, the baby cooing in his arms. Kaya suddenly trails away to check out if her other friends are already by the bonfire too, leaving you and Din alone, which makes you anxious.

He catches up on you so you're now walking side by side and he clears his throat, your body stiffening in anticipation, your nervousness growing.

"What did you want to tell me, cyar'ika?" He asks, sensing the change in your scent, that confirms you want to share something very important.

"I- I- I don't know how to say it," you murmur, looking down at your bare feet, your hands tangled behind your back as you're trying to ease your panicking mind and find the words you are searching for.

"You know you don't have to be afraid to talk to me, right?" He says, trying to keep his tone as gentle as possible. You nod, biting on your lower lip.

Din's whole body is so tense, that you might thought he's actually a droid, not a person hidden behind the beskar armor.

He's afraid of what you're about to say, your nervousness making it even harder, since his Alpha keeps going crazy, begging Din to let him ease all your worries, to protect you and keep you safe. He's terrified. What if you want to stay here? What if you realized this Alpha, Bri, might be much better mate than Din could ever be? Would you leave him and the child for a life here?

Something in him screams no. That's not who you are. But could he blame you after all of what he's done?

He doesn't even know if you ever felt the same about him for Gods' sake. Even if you did, would he ever be able to let it out? To let you know what he truly feels? Would he be able to get over his worries and insecurities?

"I- I just wanted to tell you that I'm glad you're by my side. I can't imagine traveling with anyone else," you glance at him softly, small smile on your lips. It's not what you initially wanted to say, but it's a safe thing to say without having to lie to him.

It's too soon. Too soon to tell him the truth. Tell him how much you love him, how much you want him to be your mate. You've never met anyone like him. You know he's the right one. But you don't want to be the one confessing first. Not unless you have evident proof about his potential feelings for you. You don't want to mess it all up by pouring your heart out to him. What you two have, the partnership, is too precious to let your biology ruin it all.

"I'm glad to have you too, cyar'ika. We both are," he states and the little one coos as if to confirm his words, making you smile, your hand enveloping his.

You reach the crowd gathered around the bonfire like this, like a pretty little family. That's not what you really are, even though that's exactly what you want to be.

The older villagers sit on pelts or small blankets, all of them chatting, laughing and sharing meals that Omera prepared with the other girls. They all look so content and at peace that the homey atmosphere immediately puts you at ease, which calms Din as well.

There's a music playing, the melody so wild and rhythmic and freeing, making your toes curl as your body wishes to subdue to it and join the few young people dancing all together around the fire.

Gods seem to listen to you this time, because before you know it, there's a hand holding yours and you're dragged into the circle. You find out the one who took you there is Zay, flashing you a bright smile, before he turns his head forward to not bump into the girl holding his other hand. You try to follow their steps, laughter escaping you here and there when you either fail or succeed. Kaya soon joins, parting you and Zay.

"You're doing really well," she compliments, her voice louder than the music, otherwise you probably wouldn't hear her at all.

"Thank you," you grin.

It's so easy to laugh with Kaya by your side. She brings so much fun into the dancing, becoming the leading figure in the circle, adding steps and changing directions, making you all exchange positions, so you end up standing next to completely different people. You find so much delight in the dancing. You haven't been a part of something like this ever since you've left your village. It feels amazing.

Din found his place on one of the blankets, sitting down with the baby in his lap, his eyes not leaving you for a second. You fit here so well, even though you're standing out above all of them with your beauty and your grace. Your laughter makes Din's heart jump, your smile causes tingles in his chest, the swaying of your body fills him with want. He wishes he could be there and dance with you, share the pure joy that radiates off of you. But that's not where his place is. He should sit here like he does, with all the people his age and not even think about joining you, the younger generation. Just watching you brings him enough happiness anyways.

Until you end up standing next to Bri, you two exchanging small smiles, before the dancing continues. Din can't help but feel the stinging jealousy bloom in his chest, penetrating his heart mercilessly at the mere sight of the two of you together. He wishes you could be his mate, that he could have his mark on you, so everyone would know you're his and nobody would dare to even look your way. But these are nothing but wishes.

When the song is over, you let go of the people by your sides and you join them in the applause for those who play for you. You feel the bit of sweat that gathered on your back and your forehead and you wipe it away from your face, looking around to spot Din. You find him sitting on the blanket, Winta next to him, holding the baby in her arms, the two of them playing with the dolls you've made while it seems like she's talking to Din, his helmet facing her, so he doesn't even notice your lingering gaze.

You don't wait a second, before you head to them.

"Din, come! Come and dance," you're grinning at him, your hand gently grasping his and before he even knows what's going on, you're trying to get him to stand up, which is not really working.

"No, cyar'ika. I really shouldn't," he shakes his head and you stop with the tugging and you look at him with a pout.

"Please. I want to dance with you," you say, hoping your puppy eyes might help, but he shakes his head again, refusing your proposal.

"Why not?" You ask, kneeling down in front of him, completely ignoring the fact others began to dance without you as you are looking at him. The fire is mirroring on his armor, painting it all the pretty colors of orange, yellow and scarlet, except for the pitch black of his visor, that's now tilted towards you.

"I- I don't know how to dance," he admits and you smile softly.

"That's not a problem at all. I can teach you. What I know is not a lot but it should be enough," you offer, straightening up and extending your hand towards him once more in silent invitation.

"But not here," he states, raising his index finger at you, making you giggle.

"Of course," you smirk, accepting his condition if it means you get to dance with him.

"Would you watch the little one for us please?" You turn to Winta, who's smiling up at you, while the baby coos.

"We will, don't worry," Omera appears by your side with two bowls of food for the children, making you smile.

"Thank you," Din gives her a short nod when he stands up and Omera grins, returning the gesture. It seems like her plan works so far.

"Come on then," you murmur, grabbing Din's hand in yours and leading him away from the crowd, giggling. He trails behind you, indulging in your scent, the warmth of your hand that soaks through his glove and your excitement for something so small and simple like dancing with him. You really do enjoy his company, there's no second guessing about that.

You stop far enough from the crowd so they can't see you in the darkness but close enough to hear the music well. You turn to Din, smiling.

"We can start with something easy," you say and you make a step towards him, almost completely closing the gap between the two of you. You are closer than ever and your scent gets more intense, the combination making Din feel lightheaded.

"You put your hands on- on my waist, like this," you instruct, grabbing his hands gently and positioning them on the small of your back, before you rest your own on his shoulders, looking up at him with those pretty eyes of yours, his knees getting weak. The music changes, the melody slower now, calmer, more suiting for the dance you want to teach Din. You start rocking your hips into the rhythm, stepping from one leg to the other and leading Din to dance in this small circle. He's so stiff and tensed, making you want to soothe his uneasiness.

"It's easy, just follow my lead," you murmur, trying to let out calming pheromones to help him relax. His body slowly melts against yours, his hands pulling you just a little closer, which you gladly allow, your chest now meeting his, your eyes never leaving his visor. You feel etheral, your muscles turning into mush because of his brisk scent that's now more perceptible than ever, feeling like a cold supress on burning wound, like a balsam for your nerves and his warmth, that you can feel even through his leather gloves. You're getting lost in him completely.

"You finally relaxed," you murmur, smiling at your own words, making him chuckle.

"And you were quiet for more than two minutes. Impressive," he states and you laugh.

"Oh, stop it! You know I can stay quiet for quite a long time," you oppose.

"No, I don't," Din smirks underneath the helmet, when he notices the death glare you gave him.

"I'll be quiet now then," you state stubbornly, making him chuckle.

You two then move into the rhythm together in complete silence, your expression slowly turning from the feigned offended pout, to something much softer until there's a smile on your lips that makes Din's heart do crazy things. He's holding you so delicately, as if you were precious, while also keeping his grip strong enough to assure you stay pressed against his body. Your cheeks burn at the intimacy of the moment. You've never thought this will ever happen, that you'll be like this with Din. It feels so good. So natural. As if it was meant to be since the beginning.

You look up at him, finding his visor already tilted to allow him to gaze at you, your smile widening at that.

"I'm so glad you let me to teach you how to dance," you say, making him scoff.

"I'm glad too, mesh'la," he states, the petname making you bite on your lower lip, when you now know what it means.

"I could teach you more, if you want to," you offer.

"This is fine for now," he says, swiping his thumbs over your back in soothing circles, making your heart clench.

"Din I- I have to tell you something," you blurt out, making him stiffen in anticipation, his attention all yours.

"I know I probably shouldn't but- I- I really like you," you whisper. Your throat got so tight, that your voice wasn't able to make it and maybe that's good, because you might've start crying if it did. You know you're putting yourself out with this, you know you didn't want to be the one to confess but this, this whole thing, how good it feels, how right, it must mean something.

He stops, freezing to the ground, not even sound leaving him, making you immediately regret your decision.

"I- I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have. I- sorry," you apologize, tears rising in your eyes as the burning pain in your chest hits hard, your hands sliding from his shoulders as you're about to run away, the heaviness of the moment getting too much to bear for you, until his hands envelope yours, keeping you in the place.

"Cyar'ika, there's no need to apologize. I- I feel the same," he admits quietly, your eyes widening at his words. You can't believe it. You stare at him, unable to do anything, say anything. It feels as if everything you've ever considered to be reality just blended and the only thing left is you and Din, standing in the middle of the darkness, looking into each other's eyes, your hearts beating in sync. He feels the same.

You feel the same. You feel what he feels. Is that even possible? Could you, this sweet perfect Omega, ever feel something so tender to someone like him? Could Din ever get so lucky?

He slowly raises his hand to cup your cheek and only once he feels the warmth of your skin against the leather of his gloves he believes that this is true, that it's real. You close your eyes at his touch, melting against him, into him, smile appearing on your pretty lips. Din lowers his head until his forehead meets yours, you gasp at the contact of your burning skin with the cold beskar. A Keldabe kiss. His first and hopefully not his last. You don't know how much it means to him, you don't fully understand the weight of Din's gesture, but you still feel it's something special, something, that makes the moment fragile and so you raise your hands to rest them on the sides of his helmet, holding him close to keep him like that for as long as possible. Just you and him.

You're not sure who speaks first but-

"Alpha."

"Omega."

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I am loving your Little Mix member!reader x Tom Holland stuff! Could you write something about Tom comforting the reader after Jesy leaving the band? 💙

Hello darling! Thank you for the request and I’m sorry for taking so long, I’ve been busy with school😩 But it’s finally here, I’m writing about Jesy leaving Little Mix😭Thank you again and happy reading💞

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A Horrible Friend

You knew it would happen one day, but didn’t expect it to be so soon. You knew all the hate and pressure would get too much for her, though you believed that she was strong enough to overcome their hateful words. Jesy is strong. As much as it hurt you and the other remaining girls to see her leave, you were all proud of her for finally putting herself first and doing something for her mental health. Away from the prying eyes of the public, you and the girls knew that Jesy had been struggling behind the scenes. From the constant pressure of being in one of the world’s biggest girl groups and living up to other people’s expectations; Jesy was unhappy.

“Before I share my announcement, can the girls and I just have a moment alone?” Jesy asked, turning towards the management team and producers. Your shared publicist nodded solemnly and ushered the rest of the people in the room outside. You shared a look with Perrie who shrugged with the same amount of confusion as you.

You eyed Jesy warily; her cheeks were a bit puffy and there was a hint of redness in her eyes. Her fingers nervously fiddled with each other while her eyes shifted between you and the girls.

“Babe, what’s up?” Perrie questioned her, concern lacing her voice. Jesy’s lip quivered and her eyes began to water. She shook her head then placed her head in her hands. Jade scooted closer to Jesy and brought her into her arms, “Oh Jesy, what’s wrong?”

You join Jade and wrap your arms around Jesy’s other side. You rest your chin on Jesy’s shoulder while rubbing circles onto her back. When she was ready to talk, she wiped her tears away with the pads of her thumbs, and grasped your hand with hers.

“I just want you to know that I love you all so much. I’m so blessed that you’ve all been part of a chapter in my life and I want to thank you for being the bestest friends I could ever ask for. You have showed me nothing but kindness and love, you supported me through literally anything. Seriously, from the bottom of my heart, you guys mean the world to me. Without any of you, I might not even be here today.” Jesy spoke, fighting her tears and sniffling in between her sentences.

“You don’t need to thank us. We’re a family, Jesy, it’s what families do. We’ll always be here to support you no matter what.” Leigh-Anne reassured her, reaching across the table to take Jesy’s other hand.

“I don’t want you guys to hate me.” Jesy cried quietly. Your brows furrowed together. You squeezed her hand, “Jesy we could never hate you.”

Perrie leaned closer to Jesy, “Jes, what’s wrong?Tell us what’s wrong, please? We’ll do our best to help you, whatever it is.”

Jesy sighed and looked up at the ceiling to hold back her tears.

“You all know that I’ve been having a difficult time. With performing, making appearances—everything just feels like it’s too much now. I love our job and what we do, but for a while now I’ve been finding it hard to actually enjoy what we’re doing. I feel so suffocated always having to please other people and have people expect things from me. It’s to the point where I’ve had to fake my happiness and put on fake smiles just for people to think I’m okay. When in reality, I’m not.” Jesy confessed. From the words that were coming out her mouth and the physical state she was in, you had a feeling of what she wanted to tell you all. Jesy’s voice faded out while your eyes grew watery and your vision blurred.

“In regards to my mental health, I have come to the decision that I will be officially leaving Little Mix.” Jesy announced. The room was at a stand still. Nobody spoke, the only noise in the room were the sounds of you and the girls sniffling and crying to yourselves.

“I’m sorry.” Jesy cried turning to you. You shook your head at her, tears freely streaming down your face. You wanted to tell her that she didn’t have to be sorry, but you couldn’t find the strength to speak without breaking down, so instead you wrapped your arms around her and cried into her shoulder.

Tom heard the front door opening meaning that someone was home. It couldn’t have been Harrison or Tuwaine since they’ve both left to visit their families and Harry was locked in his room sleeping in for the day. Which only left one other person. You.

A wave of excitement rushed through his body since he knew you were finally back home. He also knew that you were coming back from a meeting with the girls, which usually meant talks of the next album, new projects, and possibly a tour. He couldn’t wait for you to come skipping into the living room and tell him all about it. Except you didn’t.

When you usually arrived home, you would loudly announce yourself or yell out a “Baby I’m home” to Tom. Instead, he heard the door distinctly shut and a sniffle coming from the hallway. The quietness and the sniffle was enough for him to worriedly rush off the couch.

“Babe?” He called out, leaning past the wall to peak behind it. You were shoving off your jacket and hanging it on the coat rack attached to the wall when you made eye contact with Tom. A small gasp passes through his lips once he sees your tear stained face. He was immediately by your side, wrapping his buff arms around your figure and letting you rest your head in the crook of his neck. Finally in the comfort of your lover, you let out all the sobs you were holding in since the meeting.

Tom softly shushed you, rocking you back and forth, while rubbing soothing circles on your back. “Oh darling, what’s wrong?” He cooed against your hair. You didn’t answer, only letting out small whimpers into his shoulder.

You felt his body tense up and his arms tighten around you, “Do I need to give someone a beating? Who made you cry? Was it someone at management? I’ll drive there right now and give them a piece of my mind for messing with my girl.” After two years of being together, Tom was aware of the mistreatment your previous record label had towards you and the girls. Ever since then, he’s been very protective of you (and the girls) when it came to anything involving management.

You shook your head against his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his torso. Tom suspected that you weren’t ready to speak yet; he felt you hiccup against him while your tears soaked his shirt.

Tom lightly patted your thigh, signaling for you to jump. “How about we go to bed for now? We could go to our room and get all comfy, how does that sound, darling?” You weakly nodded as Tom helped you wrap your legs around his waist. Before he can take you both to your shared room, he stopped by the kitchen and got you a bottle of water.

He gently set you on the edge of the bed, twisting the bottle of water open and handing it to you. He got a pair of his sweats and one of his shirts from his side of the closet and helped you changed into them. Your cries have slowly come to a stop, leaving you to hiccup against Tom’s chest, where your head rested on. He was leaning against the headboard with you cuddled into him.

You shut your eyes after feeling them burn from all the crying. One of Tom’s fingers were tangled in your hair and his other was resting against your back.

“What happened at the meeting?” Tom finally asked quietly.

“Jesy’s leaving the band.” You answer, voice coming out hoarsely. Tom stops his motions in your hair and leans back to get a proper look at you.

“What?”

“Jesy’s leaving the band.” You repeated. Tom’s brows knit together in confusion. Like you and the girls, he was just as shocked as you all were.

“D—did she confirm it? Are you sure she wasn’t just mentioning it? Maybe she was joking, you know how Jes can get.” Tom stammered.

“It’s official Tom! I was fucking there!” You exclaim, voice raising in frustration. Your eyes were now open, meaning you didn’t miss the way Tom flinched at your change in tone. You sigh and shut your eyes again, rubbing your temples with your fingers. “I’m sorry.” You apologized.

“No, don’t be sorry, it’s okay.” He assured you, resting his palm against the back of your head to rest it in between his shoulder and neck. He placed a light kiss on your temple, repeating the action a few times to comfort you.

“Jesy said she couldn’t handle being in the band anymore.” You started. “The way she described it was so heartbreaking. Tom, she said hasn’t been properly happy for months now. She was faking it all this time just to make us believe she was fine.” You explained, voice wavering.

You breathed in, feeling the hiccups starting to bubble from your chest again.

“I’m a horrible friend. How could I have not noticed that something was wrong? I should’ve known that she wasn’t herself, I knew there was something off about her but I didn’t do anything.” You cried, tears forming in your eyes again. Tom frowned at you.

“No, don’t blame yourself for not knowing a thing. You couldn’t have ever guessed that she was going through something.” Tom tried to reason with you. He moved some strands of hair away from your face and tilted your chin up to look at him.

“Y—yeah but still—“

“But nothing. Just because you can’t detect how someone is automatically feeling does not mean you’re a horrible friend. You’re only human, sweetheart.” He cradled your face and made sure that you were listening to every word that came out his mouth. It already hurt to see you cry, but it was worse to know that you were blaming yourself for the departure of your friend.

“(Y/n), you’ve always been there for Jesy. You’ve been there to lift her up when she was low. You made her laugh, reminded her everyday of how beautiful she was inside and out—you’re far from a horrible friend. You’re one of the greatest friends she could have ever had. And I know Jesy would agree.” His thumbs wipe at the tears that trailed down your face. He sent you a small smile, attempting to get rid of that pout on your lips.

“I just wish I could’ve done something. Maybe if I did, she would’ve stayed in the band. With us.” You mumbled. Tom hummed in response, “But darling, Jesy said she was unhappy. Whether you or the other girls were to try something, she would’ve still left. Would you rather her continue to fake her happiness or would you want her to leave and take care of herself?”

You frowned, knowing Tom was right, “I’d want her to take care of herself. I don’t want us to hold her back and make her suffer. She deserves to be happy.”

Tom leaned down to connect your lips with his, “And you deserve to be happy as well. Don’t beat yourself up for Jesy leaving, you did nothing wrong. None of you did. It’s just time for Jesy to move on to a new part in her life and find happiness again.”

You hum sadly, “I know. I’m glad she’s decided to do something for herself for once, it just hurts to know that she won’t be there with us anymore.”

“That’s understandable.” Tom comfortingly rubbed your back, easing the tension in between your shoulders. “But I know she’ll still be supporting you guys from the sidelines, she wouldn’t let you guys get rid of her that easily.” He chuckled nudging you with his shoulders. A burst of happiness erupted in his body when he saw a shy smile form on your lips; he finally got you to smile.

Tom squeezed your shoulders at the idea he came up with, “Ooo, once you guys are on tour again can you put my seat next to Jesy? I’ll get to annoy her the entire time and she won’t have the option to leave because you’ll all be one stage.”

You snort out a laugh and smack his chest, “No! Do you want her to hate me? She can’t stand you.” Tom joined you in laughing, happy to see that you were feeling better.

“You know, I’m gonna miss her poking fun at me whenever I see you and the girls.” Tom reminisced after you both stopped laughing.

“Yeah, we’re all gonna miss that. Especially her embarrassing you every chance she gets.” You added giggling softly against his neck.

It was quiet between you two until Tom craned his neck to look down at you, “You guys are going to be fine without her. I know you guys might think it’s hard, and it’ll take some time to move on, but I believe you girls can do it. I know you all can.”

You offer him a grateful smile and press a kiss to the corner of his lips, “Thank you. I love you so much.”

Tom responds to you with a pout, “I love you too, darling. But you missed.”

“Missed what?”

“My lips!” He exclaimed making a show of puckering his lips out at you. You were about to kiss him but decided this was the perfect opportunity for some light teasing.

“Oh sorry, I couldn’t find them from how thin they are.” You apologized. Tom’s jaw dropped before he began scooting away from under you. From the playful glint in your eye, he obviously knew you were joking. Though he didn’t expect you to crack a joke at him, especially after such a heartfelt moment.

“So is that how it’s gonna be? You’re gonna be the one to make fun of me now?” He dramatically asked you, a hand on his chest.

“Well if Jesy’s not gonna be around as much, someone has to do it.” You shrugged, leaving him on the bed and moving to leave for the kitchen. Tom panned his eyes around the room like how they do in The Office.

“I’m just never going to catch a break, am I?”

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saudade

a/n: WELL. im back! *confetti pops out*. i mean, kinda hehe, apologies im absolutely swamped with school and my degrading mental health :). n e way, this is LONG, because i’ve missed writing a lot <3  wrote this for @sykuui, this is long overdue babe tw: verbal and (probably) physical abuse, kuroo just being a gigantic dick, dont come after me pls ily, cheating, swearing word count: 2K (word vomit ;-;) pairing: kuroo x gn!reader genre: angst (if it’s not very good, pls forgiveness, internet person)

What keeps you up at night?

Gentle snores, his soft hair brushing your arm, muffled breaths reminding you that the world knew not of the Kuroo that slept by you at night, unburdened by the worldly dilemmas. For just a few hours every night, he was yours, through and through, in your arms while the clouds drifted across the jet black sky with no destination, and the moment seemed to freeze.

Love, love for Tetsuro, is what kept you up, and it would never have once crossed your naïve mind that love is what would break you, keeping you up, not for the love you felt, but the love that was torn from you.

Simple signs would not tell you what happened, it came crashing down on you all too quick, for he was proficient at hiding it, behind his caring smiles and affectionate touches. His love wasn’t as pure as yours, he did not yearn for you as you did for him, and it showed, eventually enough. The cracks in the relationship built up gradually, slowly but prominently, too wide for either to bandage up alone, and that is how you found yourselves; alone.

He did try to provide for the both of you as best he could, being the sole income earner, and it didn’t always end well when you expressed that maybe he was too occupied by his office for your liking, unable to care for you as he once did throughout high school, when he was attentive to you no matter when you beckoned.

“Tetsuro, welcome home!” You’ve had a long day and not nearly enough time with your husband, deprived of his peppering kisses and gentle strokes of your hair. You get neither, receiving just a simple grunt, and it is clear he has had a grueling time as well. “Dinner is ready when you want it.” He nods slightly, not making eye contact with you yet, his hair appearing even less groomed than usual. You stand on your tip toes to kiss his forehead, but he shoves you away, harder than playful, glaring at you.

Maybe it’s just weariness, but he makes no attempt to apologize. You blink back the sting of tears, walking towards the kitchen to serve the food that you had learnt to make for him. He’s just tired. I’m sure he didn’t mean to push me away. That was the first tear, in the loosely woven fabric that was your relationship, that began as high school sweethearts but was now, you realized only later, becoming too stifling for Tetsuro.

The steam rose of the bowl of rice and curry, curling around your jawline as you carried it to the tall figure seated at the table, with his head in his palms. “Do you want to talk now, baby?” Your question is only answered with another sound of fatigue. You seat yourself beside him, curling your arms around his bicep, watching him lift the spoon to his mouth, trying to make him comfortable. You wanted to show him that you’d be there when he wanted to share his exhaustion with you, never occurring to you that maybe, it was exhaustion of you that plagued Tetsuro’s mind.

“Y/n, can you please be quiet for once?” It was barely a whisper; you weren’t sure if you heard him right.

“Huh?”

“Just shut up for once, god.” The tears stung again. What was with him today? He seemed genuinely mad, but you didn’t know what you had done to make him behave like this.

Little did you know, it wasn’t actually you, but the idea of you. Kuroo had grown to be frustrated with his daily routine, tired that every day was the same, that his life had lost that spark it had when he peaked in high school, your presence monotonous and the marriage empty. He didn’t want it.

“Tetsuro, why would you-?” His hand swiped out, knocking the bowl off the table, a gasp erupting from your mouth. In that moment, all you can think about is to get as far away from him as possible. There is an uncharacteristic bitterness in his eyes, directed towards you as you lie in his line of vision. You flinch as he raises his hand to run fingers through his hair. Without a second thought, he spits his frustration out at you.

“Y/n, I’ve had a long fucking day, and I don’t need you to make it even worse with your constant questioning.” The chair slides back with a scrape, not unlike the scrape of his words against your soul. There is, and always has been, an insecurity bubbling away in you that maybe you aren’t good enough for Tetsuro, maybe he deserves better, maybe you are too overwhelming for the calm male that now stands enraged in front of you.

“You need to learn to shut the fuck up sometimes, because no one wants to listen to your endless whining. I get it, you need constant reassurance that you’re the perfect partner, but I couldn’t be fucking bothered. And you sure aren’t perfect with how clingy you’re being right now. So shut up, and leave me alone.”

Kuroo knocks over a jug of water on his way out, slamming the door over the sound of it shattering as your sobs rack through your body, dry but hard enough to hurt.

Being furious wasn’t a thought that occurred to you, and whether this was his fault made no difference, because it was yourself you blamed when you found him the next day, with his secretary, the bento lunch you had packed him, to resolve the night’s arguments, spilled over the wooden floor, much like the shattered pieces of your heart.

What broke you, was that there was no chase; Tetsuro didn’t come after you, didn’t try to convince you to stay, didn’t try to explain that this was a mistake, didn’t even try to salvage a nine-year long relationship that he tossed out the window of his high-rise office building, not a single second glance back at the spouse that had supported him through his struggles, through thick and through thin, comforting him when things got tough, consoling him as he lost matches, lost money, lost old friends.

Gratitude wasn’t something he had ever considered. You were always there after all, there to ensure that he was happy, that he was content with his unchanging life, the responsibility of being his unpredictable little spark of excitement weighing down on you.

You were gone that night, with hurriedly packed bags, worn out spirit and tears streaming down your face, sparkling as they dripping onto the marbled floor, sparkling like the diamond of your wedding ring that you left behind on the counter top, with one last admiring glance. It was worth a lot, but not enough for what you were being put through. And recognition of that fact is what liberated you, to start your own life, without a Kuroo Tetsuro.

What keeps you up at night?

Y/n. Bubbling laughter and affectionate aura. Everything that was gone, that now made Kuroo’s life… empty; as empty as he had left the relationship, as empty as the void that was once filled with y/n’s warm smiles, that he now attempted to fill with anyone who would throw themselves at him.

A different face to wake up to everyday, but none of them yours, the only one he longed to see, heart aching as though it might burst out of his chest to find its rightful place with you.

The day after you left, he had had no idea that his life would crumble without you, the backbone around which he organized his life, the foundation for his happiness. He knew it was unfair to put the expectation of his functioning on you, but he did it anyway, and without you, he couldn’t wrap his head around the concept that was independence.

“Tetsuro”, his seventh secretary in two months waltzed into the room, carrying a stack of files, discovering him with his head in his hands, glaring up at the one who dared use the name that you had so loving adorned upon him, the word only perfect on your tongue. “Do you want me to spend the night again? You seem tense.”

Kuroo growled, at the audacity they had, suggesting that they were even worth attempting to comfort him like you did. With a swipe of his hands, he knocked the files off the table, standing up to spit his frustrations out at the secretary.

But one glance at the look of apprehension on their face made him buckle, reminding him of the very last night he spent with you, broken jug, bowl of curried rice upside down on the floor. You; cowering from him, frightened of what he would do to you, flinching as he raised his hand.

Dry choking sobs left his mouth, you were afraid of him, the person you had loved more than life itself, given up everything to make happy, and he had never even uttered a word of gratefulness.

Realization engulfed him, leaving him on his knees. He hadn’t shown you how much he loved you, forgetting or simply just ignoring you.

No wonder you were gone, because what was there to stay for, in the dead-end life that you lived, without a loving husband or self-contentment? What had he done? Why had you stayed for so long?

Why had you stayed up all those nights for him?

Tetsuro never could forget about you, the absence of you gnawing away at him, slowly taking over his life. The final straw that broke him irreparably was you, at the national volleyball match that you attended, not for him, but as a sports reporter, beaming in pride in your professional outfit.

Your independence is what did it, because if you could live without him, it mean you would never return. And why should you, after everything he had done, why should you when you had finally found yourself, why should you when there was nothing to return to?

His eyes followed you around, trying to take in as much of you as he could. Interviewing people, smiling at them, the warm smile that was once only for him. Suddenly, your eyes locked, and he froze, standing close enough to see the hurt swim in yours as you lay them upon him, and the moment was over just as quickly as it began.

“Hajime!” What? Why were you yelling out his name, jumping into his arms, fondly glancing up at him with that adoring look, completely forgetting about the one man that had been missing you for so long? Why weren’t you running back to him instantly? Did you not love him?

But Kuroo knew the truth.

You did love him, just, not anymore. He had lost you the second he took you for granted. And he wanted to yell that he would never do it again, come back to him, please just stay with him, he will always love you.

He couldn’t. The beam reaching from end to end of your glowing face, words bubbling over as Iwaizumi held you close, it was too bright to interrupt. The sparkle in your eyes not unlike the diamond that sparkled on your wedding ring, the one he still kept in his pocket, in hope that you would one day, return to him, forgive him, love him again. But-

Kuroo knew that he didn’t keep you up at night anymore.

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[babymilkawa]

“hi! i love ur writing! could i get a fluff w bakugou x reader when she has a panic attack in public and he rushes her to his dorm? sorry if this wasnt specific enough but have a good day!! <3”

aww of course! there are many things that could trigger a panic attack so I hope this was alright ^^ 🤍🍡🧸

there’s no need to be afraid

bakugou katsuki

fem!reader

fluff

word count; 892

warnings: mental breakdown, mental health issues, depression, suicidal thoughts

it was a Friday evening and you and bakugou decided to just chill in the living room with the others. no one was really doing anything, you were all just sitting there and talking to each other. the tv was on but only for some background noise. you weren’t even sure what movie was playing. or maybe it was a show. turning, you continued your conversation with mina while your hands played with your boyfriend’s fingers. 

it was a cold day but the warmth radiating from the man beside you made you snuggle up closer to him. you and mina were talking about the manga series that was just released but then uraraka called out to her from the kitchen, asking for help. mina waved at you and joined her friend at the back. bakugou was busy chatting with Kirishima so you turned your attention to the tv. right at that moment, a girl could be seen standing on top on the edge of a roof. the actress’s face was streaked with tears and a heartbreak song was playing in the background. 

without warning, your brain immediately took you back to that time when you were almost in the same position as her. except someone had come to stop this girl in the tv. no one had been there for you. you had to bring yourself back down. suddenly, you started breathing heavily and you knew what was coming. you felt like the pain that you had experienced back then was rushing into you again. frantically patting bakugou’s arm, you tried to get his attention. he turned to see your widening eyes and your struggled breathing. he knew exactly what was going on. excusing himself, bakugou held your hand and stood you up. he wanted to carry you out of here as fast as possible but he knew that that would only bring attention to you. that was the last thing you needed right now. he had to bring you back in his room before anyone else saw. Kirishima had looked up at his friend and then you with concern, but bakugou shooed him off, dragging you to his room. 

once the door shut, you broke immediately. falling to the ground, you curled yourself up and hid your face in your knees. bakugou was right beside you. he didn’t want to make you uncurl yourself but he noticed that you were still having trouble breathing. 

“hey baby? why don’t you give yourself room to breathe, ok?” he said, as gentle as possible. 

he could hear you start to slowly exhale with your mouth and he softly stroked your hair, “good girl. you’re doing great”

bakugou wasn’t sure what had suddenly caused this but he didn’t want to pry yet. he would of course ask you eventually so that he knew what kind of triggers you had in order to help you avoid from having that happen again. 

slowly, you let go of your knees and bakugou was going to wipe the tears off your face when you buried it in his chest. he didn’t mind, obviously. he liked being able to hold you close and protecting you. 

“y/n, I think this will make it harder to breathe”

your face still pressed to his toned chest, you shook your head. by now, you had stopped shaking and your flow of tears was decreasing. bakugou noticed this and wrapped his arms around you, resting his cheek on your head. 

then you pulled away with your head still hung low.

“I'm scared” you said, fidgeting with your fingers.

bakugou tiled your chin up to look at you. “you don’t need to be. I'm right here”

“but what if-”

“it’s not going to happen, baby. I know you. you’re strong and you’ve gotten through this before haven’t you?” 

you nod. “and now you have me. I just wish I could’ve been there for you before. im...sorry for that” he says.

you shake your head this time, telling him that he shouldn’t be. 

he pulls you in close again and says, “I'll make it up to you by staying with you forever. ok?”

you place a soft kiss on his collarbone as an answer.

the two of you sit in a comfortable silence. bakugou with his hand on your back and his chin on top of your head. you with your arms wrapped around his torso and your tear stained cheek on his chest. at that moment, you felt so grateful that you had him. he was right. there was nothing for you to be afraid of. you would never go back to that state as long as bakugou was beside you.

then, the sound of your stomach growling filled up the silent room. bakugou chuckles and says, “stay here, babe. I'll get you some food”

he places a kiss to your temples and leaves the room. while you wait, you change into comfortable clothes and bury yourself in his covers, inhaling his scent. by the time bakugou had returned, you had already fallen asleep. he enters the room with your favorites on a tray but is quick to set them down when he sees your peaceful face peaking out from his comforter. with a soft smile, he joins you in bed and brings your body close to him, kissing away the ghost of your tears.

a/n: I feel like I've always wanted to write something like this but I never knew how,,but I hoped y’all found it comforting it!

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[khaleesiofalicante]

DANI HELLO!!!!!!! How you doing babes!!! 🌻🍓

First of all, now I get why you kept on writing 70 more parts to lbaf cause finishing fics is so sad. I keep getting the urge to add more chapters to the ATW fic even though its finished and I currently have 10 WIPS lol.

Anyways, I had my day off today, so I decided to catch up on the last 3 chapters of TLND, which was a horrible decision like always. I have the big sad now I won't be able to get shit done today.

TLND Magnus is becoming my fav. There is something so soft and vulnerable about him. He feels so real and not idealised. And sure, I would like him to communicate better, but that’s easier said than done. Age doesn’t make people wiser or smarter, and stuff like communication issues aren’t something that is resolved easily. I love it when people in their 30’s and 40’s are shown with real problems and issues. He reminds me of Magnus in Peru chapter in TBC.

I read the mansion chapter and then the last one where Clary mentions that thing about being married to a Lightwood. And it’s such a hard-hitting statement. It’s such a common sentiment where people expect partners/spouses to put up with whatever shit life throws at them. Which usually comes from the idea of ‘sacrificing’ in the name of love. Like Magnus clearly went to horrible shit throughout their marriage (I’m specifically talking about outside pressure rn and not their personal issues). Magnus probably got so much shit from the media, and now that he is putting himself first, he is getting more shit. Because people just expect you to sacrifice your whole life, mental health, and every shred of sanity because you love the other person, which is absolutely crazy. It’s not realistic and is always used as an argument against the person with less power for being selfish. It’s very common in military spouses, families where one partner has to reallocate frequently. And any other relationship with power dynamics and is a very harmful idea. So I am glad that Magnus got the divorce (*sobs while typing this*).

Someone needs to protecc Rafael that boy shouldn’t have to deal with all of this. He seems like the kind of person who calls everyone out not because he wants to but because he has to. Peak eldest child syndrome identified. Also, I have a 10 step skincare routine, and I deeply respect Rafael for it. Skincare is actually a very calming experience. 10/10 recommend.

I love Magnus. He’s baby. And he clearly doesn’t know what he wants in this fic which is fine because who even knows what they want lmao. But him taking Rafael to another continent seems unfair to me- specially considering how that would impact Max. Max already feels abandoned as it is; imagine Magnus leaving the country. And I’m thinking how he must be feeling knowing Magnus didn’t go only because of Rafael (idk if Max knew about the London thing or not)- also Magnus saying “oh but Max is allowed to join me if he wants” is also a stupid statement imo like babes, your child thinks you are leaving him. He can’t be a footnote in your London plan, even if it’s temporary. (+ I feel like Alec and Rafael made some stupid deal with each other when they went to talk in the room, they are both sacrifical idiots when it comes to Magnus)

I give more flying fucks about the wet food that people leave in the sink than Shinyun.

The raisin thing made me fucking sob. I fucking hate raisins man and if I ever find someone who eats raisins for me RIP to Magnus Babe but I would simply not divorce them.

P.S. I once again repeat- I am fine with Malec divorce but MAVID ANGST is where I draw the line!!!!!

Alec after seeing Herondale-Fairchilds being happy and normal-

okaybye 💚

EESHU! HELLO!

I hope your week is kind to you. *holds up knife* It better be kind to you.

About the writing. Absolutely! It's so hard to let go once you've immersed yourself. Now you feel me :(

Someone once asked me which version of my fic magnus I like the most. At this time, I haven't even begun to write TLND or have the plot sorted. But I remember replying that it's TLND.

Because you are right. He is different.

He is very much the Magnus we see in TBC. The Magnus we see in TID. The Magnus who is still learning how to be an immortal. The Magnus who is better at hiding and hurting than he is at laughing and loving.

I've always thought what it would be like if Alec met that version of Magnus. Magnus who is like 20. Not 400. Their dynamics would be so different. I do think they will end up together and figure out their shit because come on it's malec.

But yeah. I love this magnus so much too. He is very close to my heart.

And about the mavid angst. Apologies in advance, I guess? 💚

#tlnd