#seriously though I'm feeling really touch starved today

[hasellia]

I don't think physical intimacy would fix whatever the hell is wrong with me... butt...

#seriously though I'm feeling really touch starved today #smexy time would be great n all but really just want to feel someone else #physical intimacy #touchstarved #delete later #i want to be held

[starlight-writer]

Randomly Cuddling Them

A/n: Hahaha hiiii (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）it's meeeee I'm baaaaack In all seriousness, I've been dealing with a shit ton of stuff and summer depression is kicking my ass. I'm sorry I haven't posted in ages even when I promised I would, I just haven't been able to motivate myself to write. I won't promise you guys a schedule or another fic anytime soon, but I will say that I have no intentions of deleting this blog or stopping writing all together. Just be patient with me and to those who have requested things, I'm sorry I haven't answered them. They'll all come in due time :) In the meantime, have some fluff to make you forget about your depression.

Warnings: none, fluff, slight angst(?)

Gn Reader Masterlist

Steven

Welcomes the cuddle with open arms

He'll ask if you’re ok a few times, just wanting to make sure his darling is feeling well

He'll pet your hair and start talking about his day or a new book he's read to fill the silence

"You wouldn't believe the ending though! The main character has to sacrifice his "

Just sort of talks about anything to fill the comfortable silence, hoping it'll distract you from anything that's stressing you out

Definitely playfully brags to Jake and Marc in the headspace during and after the cuddles

"They wanted to cuddle with me :D"

Once you're ready to pull away, he'll give you a kiss on the forehead and continue reading or whatever it was before, but keeps an eye on you

He isn't sure what brought on the cuddles, and while he loves them, he wants to make sure you're ok

If you start looking upset or frustrated with a task, he'll gently pull you away from whatever you're doing and sit you on the couch

"Lovey, you can finish it later, just sit with me for a bit yeah?"

He'll pull you into his chest and read aloud from his book or ramble about something to distract you

He'll play with your fingers, interlacing them and kissing your finger tips before holding your hand to his face

"Love you, darling"

He'll say in the sweetest voice, you'll forget all about the stresses of the day or the stresses of tomorrow

Mission accomplished

Marc

He's a little caught off guard, but pulls you into his arms eagerly

He'll never turn down cuddles (cough touch starved cough)

He'll run his fingers through your hair or rub his hand up and down your back

He'll ask if you're ok, but won't push past that

He'll stay silent unless you ask him to talk

"Uh... I saw a lizard earlier today. It reminded me of you cause it was cute :)"

He's trying his best

If you stay in his arms for a long period of time, he'll start to think something might be wrong so he'll start making really really bad jokes

"I went to the deli earlier and the sausage they gave me was the wurst :D"

He won't stop until you laugh and he's not above tickling you until you pee your pants

It's like he unlocks a little box inside his head of terrible jokes and playfulness just for the purpose of seeing you smile

After the cuddles session, he'll watch over you carefully

If you start looking stressed or tired or anything but relaxed, he'll pop off with another joke

"Ya know, babe, I used to hate facial hair. But then it grew on me."

Is that a frown on your perfect lips? Not on his watch

"I don't think I told you this before, but I used to be able to play piano by ear. Now I have to play it with my hands."

Eventually, if you start looking too stressed, he'll just pull you into another cuddle session

"Can't have my baby getting stressed."

He'll explain, kissing you on the forehead and shushing you if you try to leave

He'll carry you to bed or the couch, locking you underneath him with his head on your chest

"So comfy, might just fall asleep here."

He snores loudly, trying to coax a giggle or two out of you

And when you fall asleep from the warmth he gives off, he'll watch you with love in his eyes

"Goodnight, babe. I love you."

Jake

There're two ways this could go depending on how he feels

He could be very smug about it, hold you tightly to his chest, mutter things like 'poor bebito/a, so needy for their Papi~' and make sexual or teasing jokes to lighten the mood

Or he could hold you securely in his arms, run his fingers across your back, occasionally kiss your head, and ask in a hushed voice 'what's wrong, mi amor?'

He thrives on physical affection, so either way he's incredibly happy to give it to you

Whether it be a quick kiss, setting his hand on the small of your back as he walks by, resting his hand on your thigh as he drives, or just touching your knee with his in a crowded space, he loves all of it

And depending on why you suddenly held onto him, he'll be very attentive

If he's making jokes when you just want to be held, he'll pick up in it right away and mutter a small apology with a kiss

He'll hum a song he heard on the radio, he'll keep his breathing long and slow to help calm you down if needed, he'll even read you one of Steven's 'boring' books

He's like Marc in a way, they'll both do absolutely everything in their power to make you smile or laugh if the situation calls for it

If you've gotten your fill of cuddles and start to pull away, he'll pout and pull you back down, muttering something about feeling cold without you on top of him

Which is a lie, they run extremely hot which has cancelled many cuddle sessions in the summer because 'It's too hot, Jake! And don't give me those puppy eyes!'

He refuses to let you go until you explicitly tell him you want him to

He'll act all sad, but he lets you go after a passionate kiss

Openly watches you closely afterwards, determined to see any slip of annoyance or frustration so he can whisk you away to your shared room and cuddle the stress away

And the second your brow twitches in frustration, he's coming up behind you and hugging you

"Bebito/a, dance with me."

He'll say, already swaying to the music playing in his head

He'll spin you around and subtly drag you away from the chore or work you were doing with a charming smile and his swaying hips

When you've rested your head on his chest and sigh softly, following the shuffling of his feet and sway of his hips, he knows he's succeeded in calming you down

#marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector #marvel #jake lockley #moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley x gn!reader #marc spector x gn!reader #steven grant x gn!reader #starlight writes

[twstbookclub]

mc in epel & rook's fic is my spirit animal fr, love how you protray rook and epel

... could you write about pining (and desperate) vil? 👀

oh my god, thank you! i try my best thinking about how the guys would act whenever i write them, so seeing you say that... i'm just really happy right now ;; i also try really, really hard to make a unique mc for each fic. with how the boys are though, it's hard to try and put in an mc who's not a fighter in a way.

also!! thank you for giving me the chance to write for vil. i was a bit stuck on what i want for him, until you came along. when i think of vil being desperate and pining for someone, he'd be the type to find excuses to be with them lmao. just use his position as housewarden and his acting skills, and you got yourself a vil who can fool anyone into thinking he has no ulterior motives to be with the one he likes. well, except for rook. as a man who has the pride of a professional, he wouldn't let anyone know he's weak for them.

anyway, i hope you enjoy this! this was inspired by how much i want vil to do my makeup, and for all the times my friend did my makeup. i had so much fun writing this, hehe.

you have no idea how tempted i was to write vil as blatantly desperate and pining for the mc the entire time.

Of Makeup and Subtlety

Summary: You should've known that you'd have to follow Pomefiore's rules during your stay there. Although... does Vil really need to do your makeup? Why is it taking so long? POV: 2nd Person Pronouns: Gender Neutral Admin/Writer: Cressa 🦋 Tags: Fluff, Romance, Makeup Session, Vil Schoenheit being Lowkey Touch-Starved and Desperate, Mention of a Sleeping Grim Word Count: 1,788

“Hold still,” Vil clicked his tongue, pressing the chub of your cheeks between his thumb and index finger. “You’re going to ruin all of my hard work if you don’t stop squirming.”

You grumbled and resisted the urge to roll your eyes. You two have been sitting before the vanity mirror for hours. Yesterday, Vil insisted on doing your makeup for today, and the pity on Epel’s face said it all.

You decided to ignore the ominous smile that stretched across Rook's face—as if he knew something you didn’t.

You knew Vil long enough to know how much he took his beauty routine seriously. The man wouldn’t even budge when you told him about the possibility of being tardy to class. He needed to do his and your makeup, after all.

“Then, we wake up at dawn,” Vil said, looking at you with that determined fire in his eyes. “Come now, Prefect. While you’re under my care in Pomefiore, you have to look your best. I won’t let one smudge of lipstick stain our dorm’s reputation when it comes to beauty.”

That’s what he said. Now, you’re stuck awkwardly sitting in front of Vil as he held your face. Your chin rested on the web space between his thumb and index finger. The regal blond frowned and squeezed your cheeks once you scowled.

“Vil, it’s the ass crack of dawn. You woke me up earlier than expected, and you know I’m not a morning person.”

The sun laid dormant, the beginning of dawn as silent as the Pomefiore Dorm. No sane person would wake up at this hour, except for Vil apparently. The housewarden in question huffed, whether in amusement or exasperation was beyond you. His grip on you softened as he dabbed and slid the makeup sponge over your cheeks. Despite your grievances, it didn’t deter Vil at all. He kept applying the liquid foundation like a mother ignoring her child’s tantrum.

“I’ve told you beforehand, yet you refused to sleep early—” Vil shot you a deadpan look as he continued pressing the sponge on your skin— “Like I suggested.”

You shrunk in your seat, feeling small from Vil’s scolding. He sighed, blinking the annoyance away from his eyes. A calm, almost calculated, gleam took its place. He set the sponge aside with a pleased smile as his thumb caressed your cheek.

“I knew I bought the right shade for you.”

You owlishly blinked, brows raising high at Vil’s words. “When did you even find time to get the right shade?”

“Just yesterday.” Vil hummed, the pleased smile turning into a self-satisfied one. “Never underestimate my eyes. One look at you, and I could tell which shade and colors compliment your skin.”

You swore you felt Vil’s fingers tense on your jaw. Maybe it was because he had to keep your face still from all your talking. A defeated sigh escaped you as you slightly shook your head.

“Alright, alright. Can we please finish this already?” You grumbled, fidgeting in your seat. “I might get pins and needles if I stay like this any longer.”

Vil rolled his eyes and twisted the cap of the concealer open with a flourish. “One cannot rush beauty, Prefect.”

“Professor Crewel’s whip says otherwise.”

Vil’s hand never left your face the entire time. His breath ghosted over your skin every time he leaned close. The gentle stroke of the brush over your closed eyelids; the soft caresses on your cheek as Vil applied the blush; the occasional press of his thumb as he spreads the product on your skin—the blond was lost in his own concentration. Every time his thumb slid across your skin, his touch lingered as his eyes drank in your features. In your honest opinion, he was looking a bit too long for comfort. With either a brief nod or shake of his head, Vil would either add, lessen, or change something in your makeup.

Bottles of foundation, concealer, and creams lined the tabletop. Eyeshadow palettes and compact blushes were left open as he worked his magic. Vil’s pale hand was streaked with color swatches and mixed shades. The stains somehow looked beautiful on his skin, which was surreal. It should be illegal at this point. The sun began to peek over the earth, and streams of sunlight shone through the window of your room. A streak of light revealed a curled-up figure in the shadow of your bed canopy. Somehow, Grim slept through all of your conversations with Vil.

Half of you was jealous of Grim for being able to sleep longer. The other half, though? You’d rather not admit that Vil’s attention and touch felt nice. You’ll take that secret to the grave.

A heavy sigh shifted your focus from the sleeping furball to Vil, brows furrowed and lips pursed. His fingers held your face again, turning it this way and that. The senior must’ve seen something because he picked up the eyeshadow brush again.

“It looks like I missed a spot.” Vil squeezed your cheeks and looked down at you with taut lips. “Be a dear and close your eyes for me?”

“Okay,” you sighed, frustrated and impatient. You bit back any snappy remarks, knowing how much effort Vil put into making you look pretty. It’s been hours, morning has already broken, and he’s not done yet. You have to give him credit, though. Your makeup surprisingly doesn’t feel heavy, even after the excruciatingly long process of putting it on.

You closed your eyes with your hands on your lap. Shuffling reached your ears as Vil’s breath warmed your skin again. Is it because of how hot his breath is, or is it the flush of your cheeks?

The brush swept across one of your eyelids in gentle strokes before the steady press of Vil’s pinky replaced it. After what seemed longer than necessary, Vil finally switched to your other eyelid. The hand on your chin tilted your head upward, still feeling hot from his breath ghosting over your skin. Vil’s thumb caressed your cheek as he did, making your breath hitch at how close he is. Your heart jumped into your throat and, suddenly, you couldn’t breathe.

“Keep your eyes closed,” Vil told you as his hand left your face. You could hear the pop of a container being opened, then you felt him cup your jaw and tilt your head again. “Slightly open your mouth for me.”

You did as told, feeling something smooth and thick glide across your lips. Trembles wracked your body at how unbelievably close Vil was. The tips of his hair tickled your cheeks, and his breath felt warmer. The hand applying the lip gloss rested on your cheek. You hoped that he couldn't feel how hot your face was at the moment. You almost gnawed your lip if it weren’t for his tight yet comfortable grip on you.

“Smack your lips,” Vil’s stern tone echoed in your ears. You did as told again, biting your pursed lips to stop them from quivering. When your lips made an audible pop, you heard a pleased hum from the blond. Not a moment too soon, multiple sprays of water greeted your face. A setting spray, you remembered Vil calling that tiny bottle of water on the vanity table. Hands held your shoulders and turned you around. Your head spun a little when he said, “You can open your eyes now.”

The moment your eyes fluttered open, you saw a different person in the mirror. Gold glitter dusted your eyelids, framed by your long lashes courtesy of the mascara. The smokey eyeshadow and meticulously drawn eyeliner emphasized the color of your irises. Your blemish-free, dewy face looked back at you with full, glossy lips that parted in surprise. You could barely recognize yourself. Hell, will anyone know this was you when you walked out of Pomefiore?

“I…” You stopped yourself from touching your skin, afraid to wipe off Vil’s hard work. Your hands stayed on your lap as you continued looking in the mirror. Your eyes sparkled and your skin glowed as your room bathed in morning light. You’re not entirely sure if the sparkle was because of the light, but…

“I’m beautiful…”

From the corner of your eye, you saw Vil gaze at you with a smile and something soft, an indecipherable emotion, in his eyes. A whisper in the wind prevented you from pondering about the odd expression.

“You always are.”

Your eyes widened at his words. It seemed like Vil didn’t intend for you to hear it. Before you could speak, Vil gave your shoulders a squeeze and lifted you from the chair. His smile from earlier disappeared, replaced by a pleased and shit-eating grin. You bristled a little, knowing that he’s proud of your reaction and the fact that he was right to do your makeup.

This smug, gorgeous bastard.

“Off you go, Prefect,” Vil hummed, shooing you away from your own room. “Wake Epel up for me, would you? Our dorm’s self-care routine should be starting right now.”

“You already have Rook for that,” you sighed, but started heading towards the freshman’s room anyway. When you reached the door, you paused with your hand on the knob. You pensively bit the inside of your cheek, pride and common courtesy warring in your mind.

“Thank you,” you muttered, glancing at the Pomefiore housewarden over your shoulder, before you hurried out of the room with red ears and long strides.

Still and silent, Vil simply stood in front of the mirror. A smile graced his lips as his eyes softened, adoring and longing. A sigh slips past his lips as his heart slowed to a calm beat. He took the liquid foundation and peered at the manufacture date, the black ink stating its creation from a few months ago. The rest of the containers displayed the same month on their manufacture dates, hidden from plain sight.

“That was close,” Vil chuckled, gripping the bottle tighter, before he placed it back, “I can’t let the prefect know how much I pay attention to them, can I?”

His pride as a professional would be damned if you found out how fond he was of you. After all, it wasn’t easy to scour every shop and boutique for the perfect colors. Nothing less for the person Vil adored and longed for every second of the day.

A sleepy mewl snapped Vil out of his trance. With a sigh, the Queen’s visage returned to its stern beauty as he prepared himself for a grouchy, troublesome Grim. No one could ever know, and it would start with furiously brushing the cat’s fur to distract him from the makeup on the vanity table.

#vil x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #vil had me giggling in book 6 #a man after my own heart #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #pomefiore x reader #vil schoenheit #epel felmier #rook hunt #twst vil #twst epel #twst rook #fluff #twst fluff #romance #twst fanfic #CressaWrites🦋 #AdminCressa🦋

[quotidian-oblivion]

got any fic recs for a poor starving victorian girl?

Hi ghosty!! 'Course I do!

So i created a fic rec list over here before, but I'm happy to give more fic recs! I'll combine the ones I've posted individually and new ones under the cut

So obviously there's envysparkler's works. She is iconic. Every one of her fics are iconic.

And obvi @sardonic-sprite as well.

But there is one fic I will forever rec and it's Rebel Without a Claus by DangerBeckett. Really. It is in every one of my fic recs. It has me writing comments longer than a page long. It's still in progress and it's currently 10 chapters though. And updates are slow, but the highlight of my day when I get the email that it's been updated.

Now next we have...

One totally normal, completely inconspicuous Fererro Rocher Crack! It's by @foursixtwonineoh-pieces-of-lego and I love it, one of my comfort fics to read at 2am.

And another one by Evie is the ongoing Did you ever love somebody with a death wish? We all love evil Tim Drake AUs >:)

The Dragon's Keep(ing Us Sane) - Itslivybear Crack! And emotional fluff! It's about Tim, Bart, Cassie and Kon starting a band and no one recognizes them. There is also a BANGER song in this.

two against the world - carolinaa Hurt/comfort! Angst with a happy ending! TIM GETS A DOG IN THIS ONE!!! AND THEN THE TWO RUN AWAY FROM DRAKE MANOR!! THEN THEY GET ADOPTED BY THE BATS!!!

head in the clouds - Alienu Humor! Crack! *falls to the floor* It's so funny and so batfamily, I can't.

Little bird - Ididloveyou_once Hurt/Comfort! Whump! Seriously, the whump is so good in this Titans Tower AU

The Product of Procrastination - egg_thief Humor! Crack! I read it whenever I go through tough times and feel so weighed down, and it still makes me laugh. Tim's procrastination leads him to ask for help from his two older brothers on his English assignment.

A Touch of Midas - Ellegrine Humor! Fluff! Seriously- such good fluff. When I read that dragon metaphor, I nearly sobbed. But yeah, Tim messing with his brothers is peak.

Sprinkles - SunnyBlue Whump! Angst! Fluff! AND FOREHEAD TOUCHES! GHEFOUJDS Tim's almost dying and Damian does not intend to keep it that way.

The Thing™ - InkpotSprite Crack! Humor! AND ME SCREECHING OUT LOUD AND LITERALLY CACKLING OUT LOUD WITH LAUGHTER. OH GOSH, IT'S ANOTHER TITANS TOWER AU BUT IT'S SO HILARIOUS.

Okay, let's do some multichap fics

Green rings and red things - siren_of_the_ocean In this one, Tim becomes a Green Lantern and the storyline is so good, it had me entertained as I was reading it while I was sick.

Let's be Brothers - Honeybuttons Funny, twists, adorable friendships, adorable plots, I LOVE IT!! Tim is intent on getting Jason to be his brother and so he creates a whole plan to get him and Jason close enough to be friends then eventually brothers. Roy makes an amazing appearance and ooh... what's going on with Damian over there... hmm...

cards on the table - wesslan This... oh boy, this. *takes deep breath* I LOVE THE TROPES AND THE CHARACTERIZATION AND ITS SUCH AN ADVENTURE!! PERFECT BALANCE OF FLUFF (not fluff per se, but cute moments) AND ANGST!! Tim is a fortune teller who scams Gotham's elite society to make a living. But then the fortunes turn and he finds himself facing the whole family of Bats the Waynes who keep roping him into bonding sessions.

And those are the fics for today!! Thanks so much for the ask, Ghosty, I had fun reminiscing on the lovely lovely fics the lovely lovely writers have written.

#quotidian asks #ghosty <3 #st4r <3 #fic rec #fic recs #fanfic rec #fanfic recommendations #batfamily fic recs #batfam fic rec #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #batfam #dc #damian wayne #batfamily #dc fic recs

[tak1e]

I Was Hoping You Could See It Too (I'm a Coward)

SFW DekuBaku/DekuKatsu Drabble

AO3 link if you prefer reading there

General Info/Tags: One Shot, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Pro-Hero AU, Not Beta Read, Pining Bakugou, Touch Starved Bakugou, Soft Bakugou, Self-Doubting Bakugou, Protector Izuku, Izuku is a Therapist, (not literally), (but he acts like one), Izuku is Good at Feelings, Bakugou is Bad at Feelings

Word Count: 2.4k

a/n: I wanted to write izuku babying katsuki with some angst and here we are. Also, the name is in fact directly quoting lyrics from Coward by Matt Maltese, enjoy.

Katsuki Bakugou's day had been shit. To say that would be an understatement, really.

He had woken up later than usual this morning, sleeping through his alarm - which he never did, by the way. Then he'd gotten to work and had a mountain of paperwork left over from a reckless pursuit he had with a villain the day prior. He'd caused countless property damage and now he had to file report after report after report.

And, to top it all off, when he finally did get out there to save people, he had failed over and over again.

Armed Robbery? He had to ask for backup. Mugging? The guy got away. He was called in for backup? He got there too late. He felt like he was headed in the wrong direction with every step he took. Like Katsuki thought he was taking steps forward only to find that his torso had been turned 180 this whole time. It was driving him insane.

So, yeah. Shit day, to say the least.

Needless to say, when Izuku cautiously enters his office at the end of the day, Katsuki is already past his limit.

"Out." Katsuki says through grit teeth, not even looking up to see who it was.

"Yikes.. so you are as angry as everyone's been saying."

Katsuki growls, eyes snapping up to look at Izuku.

"Get out."

"Kacchan."

"Deku."

Izuku crosses his arms over his chest defiantly and Katsuki finds it so irritating. The little shit thinks he can get away with anything just cause.

(Katsuki definitely lets him get away with more than he should, but it's not like he'd admit that aloud, let alone to himself)

"You know, being so angry all the time can't be good for your health." izuku says, closing the door behind him and walking towards Katsuki's desk. Katsuki rolls his eyes.

"Oh, sorry. Didn't realize you were a doctor now." Katsuki seethes, sarcastically. He seriously doesn't have the patience for this today.

Izuku huffs, standing in front of his desk. Katsuki's pen digs a hole in his paperwork.

"Ha. Ha. Seriously, Kacchan. Are you okay?"

And Izuku's voice is so genuine. It almost startles Katsuki, even after all these years. Even after Izuku spent their whole lives chasing after Katsuki asking if he was okay. Katsuki thinks it probably won't ever feel normal. He doesn't really deserve it, after all.

"Do I look okay?" Katsuki answered, throwing his pen down in favor of setting his head in the palms of his hands.

"Kacchan." Izuku said, and it was so much softer this time.

Katsuki felt an old part of him flare up at it. Don't look down on me, it screamed. Even though Katsuki knew that wasn't what was going on here. Izuku cared about him and was showing it.

Much unlike himself, despite his best attempts.

"What?"

"Can I.. I mean." Izuku let out a breath, fidgeting with his fingers. Katsuki hated it.

Is he scared of me? A smaller part of himself asked. He swallowed.

"I want to help. Will you let me?"

"How could you help?" Katsuki spat before he could stop himself. He sighed, lifting his head from his hands. Izuku smiled like that was the exact response he'd expected.

I don't deserve this. Yeah, Katsuki agreed. Izuku was always too nice to him and it didn't make any fucking sense.

"I can show you, if that's okay? I think it might really help."

Katsuki hesitated for more than a second, before nodding.

"Okay, c'mere."

"What? No, you come here. I'm not walking over to you."

"Kacchan."

"Izuku" Katsuki mocked. Izuku huffed and defiantly pointed at the floor in front of him. Katsuki rolled his eyes but still pushed up from his chair, dragging himself over to Izuku.

"Okay, I'm fuckin' here. What now?"

"I'm going to touch Kacchan, is that okay?"

"What?! No, it's not!" Katsuki nearly shouted, pride flaring.

A beat passed and the two just looked at each other. Katsuki sighed.

"Yeah.. It's okay." Katsuki hesitated. "I guess."

Izuku nodded and stepped forward, lightly pressing the palm of his hand to Katsuki's cheek. Katsuki felt his face burn.

"Is this okay?"

Katsuki nodded.

Izuku smiled and took that as a green light to put his hand in Katsuki's hair. He gently pet through Katsuki's hair. His fingers dragged through his spikes slowly, cautiously. And when they reached the end, they returned right back at the beginning again, repeating the same motion.

"Is this okay?" Izuku asked again, his eyes never leaving Katsuki's face.

Katsuki hated to admit it (so he wouldn't) but it felt.. nice. Relaxing, even.

"Are you gonna ask that every five seconds?" Katsuki complained and his voice came out so much softer than normal. What the fuck.

"Well, how am I supposed to tell if I'm making you uncomfortable?"

"I'll tell you to fuckin' stop? Obviously?" Katsuki grumbled, still much softer than he intended. What was happening?

Izuku huffed, frowning at him, but seemed to accept the answer, as the hand in his hair started guiding Katsuki's head to rest on Izuku's shoulder gently. Katsuki let him.

I don't deserve this.

"Relax, Kacchan." Izuku cooed, softly. Almost in the same way one would talk to a child. Oddly enough, Katsuki couldn't seem to care. Not with Izuku's hand still in his hair, at least.

Katsuki's body relaxed in an instant as if it had a mind of its own.

"The hell are you doin'?" Katsuki grumbled into Izuku's shoulder as his head began to be cradled.

"Mmm.. Coddling you."

"Coddling?"

"Mhm."

"..Why's it feel so nice?" Katsuki murmured, despite his pride. He could feel all the tension leaving his body at once. It felt too nice. There had to be a catch.. He couldn't just relax like this.

Izuku laughed and Katsuki could feel the action with their proximity. It was a deep hum in his chest...again, it was nice.

"I dunno, Kacchan. You tell me."

Katsuki grumbled unintelligibly instead of a response.

"Kacchan, you're tensing up again." Izuku said, amusement dripping from his voice. he placed a gentle hand on the small of his back and the touch felt like electricity. "Relax."

And as if it were a command directly to Katsuki's heart, his body obeyed. Katsuki wasn't sure if he'd ever been so relaxed.

"Why the hell is it so relaxing?"

Izuku hummed.

"Some people say it's because it brings out your inner child or something. Like, reminds you of being little and held by an adult. So it puts you in that sort of headspace where you just.. don't have to worry anymore."

"I've never been held like this." Katsuki swallowed after the admission. Why did I say that?

"Kacchan.. really?" Izuku asked sympathetically and it didn't irritate Katsuki as much as it normally did. He nodded into Izuku's shoulder.

"Yeah, parents didn't exactly tuck me into bed or anythin'."

"Well.." Izuku started after a moment of silence. "I'm here now. You're safe here."

The words shot through Katsuki like a bullet.

You're safe here.

Safe.

"I...am?" Katsuki whispered, bewildered.

"Yeah. I'll always be a safe space for Kacchan. As long as you want it."

Katsuki's mouth felt dry.

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why?"

Katsuki swallowed, staying silent for a while. He rolled the words around in his head, trying to debate how open he should be right now. Just as Izuku began scratching his scalp, he decided fuck it. Whatever, he could deny everything later if he needed to.

"I've only ever been awful to you. I don't deserve this."

"Kacchan.."

"It's true, isn't it? I made your life hell for so long. Why would you ever..?"

Izuku pressed a light kiss into Katsuki's hair and his brain short-circuited. All thoughts pouring out of his ear and onto the floor.

"You aren't like that anymore. It's okay. I forgave you for that a long time ago."

"Why?" Katsuki croaked, his voice betraying him. He snapped his eyes shut. He didn't want to cry in front of izuku like this.

"I never really blamed you in the first place. I knew you didn't mean it."

"Bullshit."

"I'm being honest. Really. None of that was your fault." Izuku said softly, scratching Katsuki's scalp gently. Katsuki had to focus hard not to lose his train of thought again.

"Who's then? Yours?"

"No." Izuku said, and it surprised Katsuki. Don't get him wrong, he was glad that Izuku didn't blame himself, but who did he blame if not Katsuki or himself?

"I don't blame anyone." Izuku said, like it was as easy to see as the sky is blue.

"What? That makes no fuckin' sense."

Izuku sighed, low and quiet. Katsuki was so confused. He couldn't blame no one. Someone was to blame and it was so clearly Katsuki.

"I don't blame anyone," Izuku repeated. "Sometimes bad things just happen and all you can do is accept it and move on. What? Are you going to tell me you blame people for earthquakes or something?"

"You know that's different." Katsuki grunted. "Earthquakes are unavoidable. All you can do is do the best you can with a shit scenario."

Oh.

"Exactly." Izuku whispered. "No matter what, you still would have bullied me, I think. I think it was unavoidable. With all the pressure put on you to succeed.. It only makes sense. And either way, I still don't think you ever meant it."

"But.." Katsuki whispered, hands fisting Izuku's shirt on his back. "I did such horrible things.. how can you just.."

"Kacchan, you being upset over this is proof enough that you are good. I don't care about anything that happened back then. I care about now."

There was a long silence that followed and Katsuki kept his eyes shut tightly, fighting off the need to cry. He would not.

"It's okay if you need to cry," Izuku said, after a moment. "I won't judge you.

"..You won't?" Katsuki asked, voice breaking.

"I won't," Izuku echoed gently, running his fingers through katsuki's hair tenderly. "It's safe here. You can cry as much as you need."

As soon as the words left izuku's mouth, it was like a dam had bursted inside Katsuki. He began sobbing uncontrollably, hands clutching Izuku as his shoulder shook with each tear.

"Shh.." Izuku cooed softly. "It's okay, baby. Let it all out."

So Katsuki did. He cried and cried and cried. Until he felt he had nothing left, his insides torn open and raw right there for only izuku to see. And oddly enough, Katsuki didn't totally hate it. It felt nice... Which was a stark contrast to his usual crying fits. They usually left him feeling sour and sick. Which was why he avoided them in the first place.

This time though, he felt.. nice. It felt like his tears had actually meant something. Like he hadn't just been uselessly crying alone in his bedroom. Which, he guessed, this time he wasn't. Maybe it was because he had been given the space to feel without judgment. Or maybe it was something else. Hell if he knew.

After Katsuki's tears subsided, the two stayed in silence. Katsuki had nothing to say though, so it was fine by him. Although, izuku must have had other ideas because he eventually spoke softly.

"..Do you blame your parents?"

"What'd'you mean?" He asked, sniffing.

"I mean.. for everything? How you turned out I guess? Do you blame your parents?"

Did Katsuki Bakugou blame his parents for how he turned out? Yes, obviously. If it weren't for them, he wouldn't have probably any of the pressure he had on himself then and in the present. He would probably be nicer. He wouldn't struggle with nearly half the things he did.

"Kinda, yeah." Katsuki said, turning his head to look at Izuku, who was staring forward, not looking at Katsuki. "Why?"

"I don't think you should," Izuku said simply, in the same way, he'd said it about Katsuki being a bully. What was with this guy being so forgiving? "I mean, yeah, they did a pretty poor job raising you right but-"

"That was their job. The one thing they were supposed to do, they fucked up. How is that on me?" Katsuki spat, defensively.

"No! No.. that's not what I meant.." Izuku said, eyes darting around the room. "Just.. hear me out okay?"

Katsuki nodded and Izuku continued after taking a slow breath.

"They did a bad job. You're not wrong about that. But what if they were doing the best they could?" Izuku paused, looking like he was picking his words carefully to get his point across. "I mean, you are their first and only son, right? So, let's take it from their perspective.

"She had a kid with this awesome quirk that wanted to be a hero. Maybe she felt scared for you or maybe she genuinely wanted you to be the best, I don't know. But she put that pressure on you to succeed for some reason. And I think she was trying to give you the best she could.

"And in your teen years when you became angry and resentful.. Maybe she thought to herself, Oh, this is just how teens are. So she let it fester and grow when it shouldn't have. Kacchan, I genuinely think your parents were doing what they thought would be best for you. It still sucked, and isn't okay that it happened but.. I don't think it's anyone's fault, really. I think... it's an earthquake."

Izuku looked at Katsuki after that and he nodded. It made a lot of sense.. and he'd never thought about it like that.

"A shit situation." Katsuki echoed. Izuku smiled.

"Yeah, that." Izuku paused, cupping Katsuki's cheek in his hand and Katsuki closed his eyes against the soft touch. "It doesn't mean you need to go forgive them or anything just.. think about it, yeah? I mean, if I only took your actions at face value we wouldn't be here right now. Maybe your mom is the same, you know?"

Katsuki nodded, opening his eyes again. Yeah.. that made a lot of sense.

"You're right," Katsuki admitted. "Maybe I've been to harsh to her. Maybe.." Katsuki trailed off.

"Again, don't do anything on my account. It's just.. food for thought."

Katsuki nodded, standing up straight finally. He felt a lot better after everything with Izuku.

"Thanks. I uh.. I'm probably gonna head out." Katsuki said, taking a step away from Izuku.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure." Katsuki said. And after all, he had a lot to think about and do now.

And maybe call his mom.

#DekuBaku #DkBk #DkBk fanfic #fanfic #ao3 #ao3 link #ao3 fic #ao3 fanfic #DekuKatsu #DkKt #DkKt fanfic #DekuKatsu fanfic #DekuBaku fanfic #bkdk #mha #bnha #drabble #tak1e writes #soft bakugou katsuki #protective midoriya izuku #i love they #just them #reblogs appreciated <3

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Owari no Seraph chapter 124 english fan translation

The official has already been released so this is just for fun as usual. Thank you.

In a city in the era where pterodactyls soar...!?

Owari no Seraph chapter 124: Elevator to Paradise

The Owari no Seraph Exhibition is just around the corner!! Details on page 11!!

Mika: There's no people here, just angels. It's an Angel City.

Yuu: I can't see US anymore either.

Mika: They can still run into us, though, so be careful.

Yuu: Oops

Yuu: So where should we go? Think we should look for Angel Mika?

Mika: "Angel Mika?"

Yuu: Yeah, Mika as an Angel.

Mika: You really do just call 'em how you see 'em, huh.

Yuu: Where could they have gone...it really doesn't feel like we have a chance, this place is full of angels.

Mika: Oh, that looks like a map over there.

Yuu: Oh?

Mika: Can you read it?

Yuu: Not a word!!

Mika: Even though these are your memories.

Yuu: Hey, they might be yours too.

Mika: What do we do then?

Yuu: Hmm...

Yuu: How about we search the entire city?

Mika: This place is huge!

Yuu: We'll have to find them eventually if we go in all the buildings, right?

Mika: HUH??? YOU SAW THIS PLACE FROM THE MOUNTAINTOP, IT LOOKS TENS OF TIMES BIGGER THAN SHIBUYA AND SHINJUKU BOTH!!? AND YOU WANNA GO EVERYWHERE!??

Yuu: Yeah well unless you have a better idea? Because it kinda seems like this is all we can do.

Mika: Well yeah I guess but...

Yuu: Let's get going, then! IKUZO!!

Mika: And there he goes good-spirited as ever...

Mika: That's what's amazing about Yuuchan, I should follow his example.

Mika: Yuuchaaan, wait up!

Mika: We can't do this anymore!! There's too much city to cover, Yuuchan!

Yuu: Seems like it...and it's getting dark too.

Mika: Yeah, since it's already twilight.

Yuu: Yeah AND I'm getting hungry.

Mika: It's seriously not easy maintaining our presence in the past like this.

Yuu: I'm actually wondering if the angels eat anything? Like, do they sell food here, like a ramen shop or something?

Mika: You're just thinking about food now, do you wanna go back and eat something?

Yuu: Hmmmmm

Yuu: HUH!? HEY, HEY!

Mika: Hm? What's up?

Yuu: ICE CREAM!!!!

Mika: Whoa, there's really ice cream here!

Yuu: NO I--

Mika: Yeah, you wanna go get some?

Yuu: NO OVER THERE!!! ANGEL MIKA'S OVER THERE!!

Mika: WHAT!!?

Mika: Ah, we're screwed aren't we!? Aren't you already hungry!?

Yuu: STARVING!!

Mika: Do you have the strength to catch up!? If we lose sight of them again...

Yuu: MIKA, RUN. I'M GOING TO GO EAT SOMETHING.

Mika: WHAT THE- WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME!!?

Yuu: HOW MANY TIMES ARE WE GONNA DO THIS!??

Mika: oh god, there's no way, there's no way! I can't keep up!!

Mika: This isn't fair, they can literally fly!!

Mika: Wait, I can use this!!

Mika: YES, GREAT!!

Mika: NO, NOT GREAT!!

Mika: Oh wow

Mika: Oh so....they're going into that tower?

Yuu: I'M BACK. Oh shit-

Yuu: You got up someplace real high, huh?

Mika: Yuuchan, Angel Mika is probably headed for that tower.

Yuu: Oho, that one? That looks tall enough to touch the sky? So it was there....

Mika: So when we finally come up to a high place it'd be productive to climb, Yuuchan is silent?

Yuu: Well I was thinking of bringing that one up earlier but I figured if I chose another high place you'd think I was stupid.

Mika: There are some merits to stupidity.

Yuu: Yeah well. Guess it's time to get stupider, huh?

Mika: You got it! We'll be turning our brains to pudding in order to save Everything anyways.

Yuu: Right! So let's set off with a bang!

Yuu: Woohoo!!

Angel Mika: I was able to buy some today! I hope Father will be happy! And then we can eat it together afterwards.

Yuu: Is "Father" the First?

Mika: Probably...?

Yuu: The First...eats ice cream?

Mika: ...I guess. I mean the angels were lined up for it so...

Yuu: Somehow I thought angels were different from this.

Mika: Well anyways, let's see this tower.

Mika: Oh, they went in.

Yuu: Let's go up from the bottom. What floor did they go in?

Mika: Give me a sec. Ten, twenty, thirty....

Mika: Ah, no good. There's no way I can count all these.

Yuu: Wh-, then why did you pretend you could?

Mika: Hehe, make you think I was smart.

Yuu: What the....how are we gonna fight this war if you're stupid too?

Mika: Haha, let's go. It's a tower so we'll get there eventually as long as we're going up.

Yuu: Right.

Computer Voice???: Authenticated. Welcome to the Tower of Babel.

Mika: The Tower of Babel...?

Computer Voice?: Welcome to the Tower of Babel Project. This project aims to return us once again to Paradise. Thanks to the technology of the free-moving elevator...

Yuu: Oh!

Mika: What floor do you want to start with?

Yuu: It was pretty high up wasn't it? Let's try from the very top.

Mika: Ok then...this one.

Yuu: Whoa

Yuu: The First! He's right there!

Mika: Yeah...

They approach the First's information....!!

Owari no Seraph, to be continued next month

#owari no seraph #english translation

[pure-kirarin]

OK so I'm sitting here trying not to fangirl too much over various characters, ideas, and fic, how do you think Sabo (and possibly other characters like Ace or Luffy if you feel so inclined to include them) would react to fangirls.

Hey hey hey, thanks for the question :) hope this answers it! enjoy - OP characters reacting to fangirls (Sabo - Ace - Law)

Sabo

-Lowkey interested, never thought someone would fangirl over him! -Koala looks at the fangirls with a mix of compassion and disgust. "If you only knew..." -Very sweet and chivalrious to his fangirls. Would even take some on a date out if they want it badly enough. He would act very polite and gentle, opening doors for you, playing the role of the perfect boyfriend. -However, it's just a fun game for him, I don't think that he would want someone to idolize him in this way forever, it goes against his values. -Sabo hates authority figures and excessive fanatism. He might find fangirling cute if it's inoffensive, but anything too extreme makes him feel detached. -I am looking at all my Sabo pics and figures in my room and crying. -Sabo would always try to keep a little distance because he gets scared of hurting others in case they get too attached. -Would gladly offer to read your fanfics and give you feedback though. -A possible love story could work with one of his fangirls but for this, they have to see him for who he actually is =) -He appreciates the attention overall!

Ace

-Oh yes, our touch-starved fireboy ! -Blogs on tumblr? Giving him love? Writing fanfictions about him?... -He has such low self-confidence that he would never believe this. It could even be a bit triggering for him, because he might think that people are actually making fun of him. -He would be really happy once he sees that people truly love him (@fireflykaizoku why am I thinking of you). He would feel so touched that he'd tear up (and hide it) -Whenever he sees some sexy fanart drawn of him he looks at it with fascination. "Oh wow, I'm looking damn fine here!" -But please please don't ship him with Marco, it literally terrorized him. (Nothing against this ship tho, I actually think it's cute) Law -Ok, fangirls might be Law's #1 fear. -He hates the feeling that his privacy is invaded. He also disliked being the center of attention. -He would be really stressed and find it extremely intrusive of others to do such things. -Imagine the look of shock on his face whenever he finds some Law x reader smut where Law acts like a BDS M king or something...omg

-Literally THIS FACE (click) -Law: *finds a picture of Cora x Law* "Enough internet for today, in fact, FOREVER." -No, seriously, he appreciates faint levels of "fangirling". I mean, he doesn't get why people would be into him specifically... -But well if they do..and if they're respectful towards him, he doesn't "mind it" per se since he considers that's it's none of his business. -However, if you start doing some creepy stuff (like collecting his pens and stealing his things) he wouldn't hesitate to get rid of you :) -Careful with Law guys. Doflamingo: -B*tch, he has a whole fanclub. Worship him, make an altar for him, he loves it, he craves the attention! Now, let's remember that being a fangirl is actually an amazaing thing. Never let anybody tell you that it's wrong <3 Just tone it down if you meet any of our guys in real life :)

#one piece x reader #kirarin answers #op headcanons #op x reader #one piece #sabo x reader #ace x reader #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader

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SC; Giving Back Hugs To Haikyuu Boys

Characters: Lev Haiba, Ushijima, Nishinoya

A/n: Sorry if you waited very long for this, like the previous post I really didn't know I had any requests, anyways, thank you so much for requesting Nishinoya. He's seriously incredible 😭😭😭, please enjoy

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Ushijima Wakatoshi

Being the Ace of Shiratorizawa meant a lot of practice, even as the sun had set. You knew this, of course, you knew how much volleyball meant to him. This doesn't mean you don't miss him though.

Today you just seemed a tad bit more touch starved than usual, so when Tendou told you Ushijima had stayed late, again, to practice his spikes. Instead of waiting for him in his room, you decided to walk towards the gym and watch him practice.

Once you had arrived, he was already cleaning up, kneeling to pick up the stray volleyballs. You wanted to surprise him, so right then and there, you run from the entrance of the gym and pounced over towards his back, almost toppling him over.

"Ushi!" You exclaimed arms wrapped tightly around his torso. He stood up slowly and took your arms off his body.

"I am really sweaty love," he spoke to you with a deadpan expression. Causing you to slightly pout, "But I miss you." He softly smiled at your statement.

"I've just finished cleaning up, after this I'll shower and we can cuddle, yes?" He spoke as he put away the last remaining volleyball aside.

You nodded energetically before walking back towards the dorms with Ushijima. Chatting to him about your day and random topics that popped into your mind. The entire time, Ushijima simply smiled and nodded along, staying quiet, choosing to admire your beautiful smile and listen.

Lev Haiba

(look at how cute he looks 😭 also TIMESKIP LEV)

Lev's birthday was coming up, him being a famous model, he's extremely busy, and always traveling. He had expected you to only video call him on his birthday, say a few wishes, maybe get your gift delivered over towards him, and he would've been satisfied with only that.

Weirdly enough, you weren't returning any of his calls, and you weren't calling him back. His mood turned sour quickly, and even though he still did his job with excellence. His sister, Alisa, could tell he was on edge. Yet, all she could do was wait and hide her giggles.

As work finished, Lev wasn't feeling any better. It was worse knowing he couldn't come home to you, all he could come home to was an empty hotel room.

"Aw, Levoshka, it's okay, Y/n's probably busy. You're not the only busy one you know?" Alisa tried her best to keep her little brother's mood up, "I've reserved this restaurant to celebrate your birthday, we even got a private section!"

Seeing how excited Alisa was, Lev couldn't help but just agree with her sister. Unbeknownst to him, you and Alisa had been planning this months ago. Planning around both your schedule and Lev's hectic schedule.

As Lev walked over towards the fancy restaurant's booth, he failed to notice you sitting at the booth right behind his. So, just as he was about to sit down, you turned towards him and hugged him. Alisa immediately cheered, and the waiter, being previously briefed about the surprise, left the three of you alone.

"Y/n?!" Lev turned around and hugged you tighter than you had before. His mood immediately lifting and a giant smile on his face.

"I'm sorry for not calling you!!! I was on the plane!!!" You wailed, to which he completely ignored, opting to instead shower your face with kisses. One look at your fancy outfit Lev immediately looked over towards his sister.

"Did you two plan this?" He beamed in joy thinking about it, "Of course we did silly, you really think I wasn't going to do anything special for your birthday?!" You poked at his side.

Alisa silently fangirled at a distance before standing up to leave, "I have other things to do, and this is supposed to be your day Levoshka! I hope you enjoy this date!!!" She excitedly clapped her hands. Pulling you towards her seat in front of Lev and leaving the two of you alone to enjoy a romantic birthday dinner.

"I actually thought you forgot," Lev still looked to you in disbelief, "Dummy."

Nishinoya Yuu

Noya loved whenever he could show off to you. That's why he loved it whenever you were there in any of his matches. He knew he was an amazing libero, but he still loved every time you complimented his skills.

You would never miss a single one of his matches, even his practice matches, except the matches in training camp. You were always there, which made the fact that you couldn't make it today make him sadder than he thought it would.

"C'mon dude! They have their club to worry about you know!!" Tanaka tried to knock some sense in the short libero's head. Though it didn't seem to be working since he continued to sulk. Right up towards the moment they had to play.

During the game though, Noya almost completely forgot about your absence. Instead opting to hyperfocus on the game. Thus making this match's performance his best yet. Once Karasuno reached match point, he decided to have a little bit more fun.

Once the ball was hit to their side, Noya did a flashy double rolling thunder, just for the sake of it. Saving the ball, and earning their last point. Making Karasuno, the winner of the match.

He celebrated with his team for a while but again realized how much he had missed you. If only you were there to watch his cool double rolling thunder. You would've cheered him and complimented him a lot.

"You know, you should cheer him up instead of gaping from a distance." Daichi appeared almost suddenly right beside you, knocking you from your daydream. "Wha-?" You didn't even realize you were staring at him until Daichi came over.

Finally realizing he was actually sulking, you decide to surprise him. Sneaking up behind him, you threw your arms around him and hugged him tightly.

"That was really cool!!!!!" You complimented him, turning him around before peppering small kisses everywhere on his face. His body as frozen like a mannequin.

"AHAHAH Y/n!!!!" He burst into laughter before finally returning your hug and kissing you everywhere as well. "Did you see that double rolling thunder?!" You nodded ecstatically, "Woah really?!! Well did you see when I-"

As Noya continued rambling you let him talk about himself, complimenting him and there. Cause you knew exactly that he deserved it, after all, he did really cool moves from what little you had seen.

#nishinoya x reader #haikyuu #ushijima x reader #nishinoya yuu #ushijima wakatoshi #lev x reader #lev haiba #lev haiba x reader #nishinoya yuu x reader #haikyuu x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #nishinoya fluff #lev fluff #ushijima fluff

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¡Skate/sing your hearts out! (Yuri Plizetsky x reader)

(part five)

Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four. Masterlist

Summary: After last year's cancellation of Figure Skating Grand Prix, Yuri Plisetsky finds himself unable to bring out his inner skater after a year of doing nothing but enjoy life like a regular teenager. That's when you enter the picture; We Are Voice Grand Awards's currently hottest competitive vocalist come first place two years in a row. Just like the other competitors of Grand Prix, it turns out that Victor and Yuuri faces the same issue. With an arrangement between Victor and Yakov, they agree to travel to Japan and hire you as a mutual coach for Yuri and Yuuri to help bring back the emotion into their performances like before, maybe even more intense than ever. Yuri however, who's never experienced issues with his coaches before, for some reason finds this one particularly difficult to coexist along with in their (reasonably) odd partnership. Warnings: none

*Yuri's POV*

(One week later)

He groaned, still trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes even after breakfast. The sun was annoyingly bright today and the crowds chatting along the streets became a loud buzzing in his ears. They walk along shore at a smaller street where the typical fisherman has been standing, even years from now since Yuri saw him last. With a face mask up to his eyes and his hoodie up, it also came to be exceedingly hot underneath his disguise. Sweaty again.

In front of him walked Yuuri and Victor, sheering for him to hurry up meanwhile Victor snapped some photos behind his head on him and (Y/n). 'A selfie to remember' he said. Though the sour face of (Y/n) was far from something anyone would like to remember. Terrifying.

Right. Why? Yuri didn't exactly hit it off at its peak this morning with (Y/n) as his roommate. The cold shoulder hitting him like a slap in the face grew even larger every time he tried talk her back to normal state. A 'what's the matter with you? Stop being a drag!' Wasn't gonna get him an answer so far. Though, Yuri found himself surprised that he even made an effort into talking with her in this mood. One week with her and he's already softening up? Not great. He can't treat her as if she isn't a stranger to him, nice or not. Even if she always came at the late ending hours of his practicing at the rink and greeted him with a late snack after training. Star-shaped apple slices and a smoothie. He found it weird the first time and he still does. Every morning and every late evening because Yakov happened to mention that apples were Yuri's favorite fruit.

And this morning? Maybe he could actually admit that he screwed up. It probably could've gone better if he hadn't stolen Magnolia from her... Long story short, she was asleep with the cat in her arms and Yuri sneaked out a makeshift toy to lure him over. (Y/n) quickly noticed that Yuri was now the person cuddling the cat and she tried to call him over for his morning brush with a happy chirping sound. But Yuri had held Magnolia still when he tried to go until the cat was like 'meh whatevs' and went back to sleep in Yuri's arms. He knew now afterwards that it was already a little bit much to hold the cat back but the worst part wasn't past yet. No. The worst part was when he said 'He wants to be with me, not you, you clingy hag' and 'Maybe if you weren't so stubborn and tacky all the time he would be sprinting to you this moment instead of cuddling with his savior.' When she hadn't responded well to his words some unknown force told him to push it harder. So kept on pushing at her limits with spiteful manners and comments. He can't really understand why he'd said that now afterwards. All that came out meanwhile Yuri was still half asleep from past day's exhaustion, and he hadn't yet realized that he probably should filter the way he talk to his coach, nonetheless the,, he wouldn't say idol,, but- Nonetheless the acquaintance she is. Though he couldn't stand her. How itching and irritated he felt whenever she made her own sour looks. Isn't she supposed to be happy sunshine or what? Just get over it already, it was just an insult anyway.

But it was clear that (Y/n) took the insult to heart and has been doing so since then. At breakfast, he had received a bowl of starshaped cut apples put down harshly in front of him at the table. That along with blueberry pancakes. Why she was the one making breakfast, he didn't understand. But it had certainly not been unbearable to eat. No the opposite really. The entire Katsuki household was there along with them and everyone had been gulping it down like starved hounds. But the thing really throwing Yuri off was the fact that his appleslices were the only ones being but into starshapes. Just that she took the extra time even though or because she was upset at him?

Yuri gazed at the girl's direction as he thought of the event. 'So very unnecessary' he thought. Was it some twisted joke he didn't quite get or a revenge he didn't see coming? Because except for the apples, she had been totally snappy with him since they left for the unknown adventure Victor had described it as. And she wouldn't really have made that extra effort out of kindness judging on her mood today.

(Y/n) was very keen not to glance at him just one bit this morning since that breakfast. And when Yuri made a huge deal out of it afterwards, Victor had took him aside and whispered into his ear; 'There will come days where she won't put up with your bullshit anymore and today seems like such a situation. I don't know what you did to cause that reaction because it's quite rare. But I recommend you lay off and let her cool down on her own.' His words had been a sense of advise with a hint of bitterness in it.

Just minutes later he had gathered us four and announced that he would be taking them all somewhere to cleanse our minds and gather our thoughts. He hadn't really understood why all four would go there but that's when (Y/n) decided it was time to announce a pretty important details she almost withheld from him until now. Apparently the entire reason they chose to do this whole coaching in Japan was because she had taken Yuuri as her apprentice as well. It all seemed relevant of course. Why else would Yuri be here right now and not with her back in Russia? But it made him feel uneasy and let down for some stupid reason. Why she apparently thought it was much more important to teach Yuuri than him since they were in Japan right now. He's always gotta be the favorite even though Yuri won gold and proved himself to be better than the piglet. Victor already chose him. And clearly (Y/n) did too. But she made him believe that she came here only to coach him.

He didn't understand anything. He didn't want her coaching, didn't want to hear anything she had to say. She wasn't a real coach even. He certainly didn't want to share a room with her and he didn't want to feel relieved at the sight of her at the rink yesterday, coming to his rescue like that. He just wanted her to stop talking so much but now he couldn't stand the silence she was giving him.

Couldn't she just get her shit together?

"Ta-daaa! We're here!" Victor's shout made Yuri snap back to reality at the beat of a second. It took him a moment to understand the building the man was waving towards but soon he remembered the experiences he had there.

"No- nonono! I'm not going through that hellish session again. No damned waterfalls and no hitting me with a stick!" Yuri turned on his heels but was grabbed by the collar of his neck by a pouting Victor. (Y/n) who was clearly new to the subject gave Yuuri a hesitant look but Victor wasn't going down.

"Come on, it will be great for everyone. And I promise no hitting this time!"

'This time.' He didn't believe it one bit. He knew it was just an attempt to get him through the doors. Once in, no turning back. But if there was going to be hitting, he was secretly hoping that it would not be (Y/n) as the one doing it.

"Still no. There's no way you're getting me through those doors! Never am I ever standing under a waterfall again!"

...

The rapid flow of the water forcibly threatening to push him forwards was as cold as he remembered it. Screw the hitting with sticks, this just felt like someone rapidly slapping him across the back over and over. At least the water could've been warm. What was the deal with that anyway? He knew exactly why going here was kept a secret from him. They would never have caught him if he knew before. Now Yuri is standing in the middle, unable to escape. A quiet but intimidating (Y/n) who hasn't spoken up for hours and Yuuri who seems to actually be taking this whole thing seriously. Then there's the big question. Where is Little blondie Rasputin in the picture. The answer is right in front of him in a corner of the other side of the room. In a bubble bath taking it easy. He said that he'd be making sure we'd concentrate on opening up our minds and he'd tell us if he noticed otherwise. Yuri believed none of it. He just doesn't want to be here himself. Cause why was (Y/n) doing it if both the coaches aren't in on it. She's already in touch with herself and doesn't need it. Part of him guesses that she was participating on her own terms for some reason.

'This isn't working. I'm literally standing here thinking about everything and anything until time passes!' He thought. And...

He made the mistake of looking to his right. (Y/n) was standing close beside him with closed eyes. He was going to close his eyes as well but then he noticed how soft her skin looked. Like, all the wrinkles caused by her constant grumpy face were flattened out. Her mouth hung low and her lips were slightly parted. That made him notice her slow breathing making her chest rise and fall in a nice rhythm. Even though the water hitting his scalp shouted angrily in his ears, he was somehow able to here her melodic breathing. She was doing this the right way. And she looked completely relaxed. Almost asleep.

He kept on listening to her breathing and prayed that she wouldn't open her eyes right this moment. If so, she'd probably have realized right away how long exactly he had been staring at her.

He brushed it off and adverted his gaze, closed his eyes shut. It wasn't anything more than that. He had to get to know her at some point and her striking eyes were always too intimidating for him. He would always look away to feel less stripped of his soul in front of her. It was almost the first time he really could study her features up close, and without her knowing. (D-Did that sound weird-? anyway.)

He couldn't see her anymore but her light breath could still be heard. A part of it made Yuri think of music when he listened to it. He'll focus on that. Mach the breathing to his own.

Everything she did held a steady rhythm to it, unintentionally probably. The music was so much more than just the beautiful voice she had, but it consumed her entire being. Maybe that's why it felt so real on stage.

Does he have to let the skating consume him too? What if he loses control of what he's doing? Starts doing a different choreography or hits the wall again? What would happen if he just let go?

"I think we're done for today. Great job guys! You too Yuri!"

Well, he would never find out because he could never let that happen. Ever. If he doesn't hold control, then what does he have.

Yuuri and (Y/n) came back to reality and stepped out of the fall. Yuri followed short behind and watched the droplets of water running down the back of the girl in front of him. Her shoulders were much less tense than before they begun their session.

'If she thinks she's her to help me let go of all control and fly off the surface of the earth, then I'm sorry. For your coaching will have been in vain.'

...

Yuri was the last one out of the showers and was alone in the locker room as the piglet had already finished before him. He put one the clothes he came in since he came unprepared and set off to the main entrance. To his surprise, he found (Y/n) leaned against a nearby wall just outside the path leading the separate changing rooms apart. 'She's been waiting for me?' She still looks stern but this time Yuri's directly hit in the face by it. She's not ignoring him anymore. Her eyes are as piercing as always but not with excitement or content as usual. Yuri has to turn his head. The feeling's too much.

He walks beside her this time as well. Not a few feet behind like the way they came here.

Victor's tall back was seen outside the building through the glass doors and the two of them headed out. Yuuri was there too but they weren't alone. A large crowd of screaming teenagers as well as adults were swooning over the two skaters. Reporters and journalists were at the front struggling to ask the pair questions meanwhile guards from the center nearby held them all back. At the corner of his eye (Y/n) was turning slightly pale of the sudden screams that roared as they arrived together. As soon as Yuri was noticed the same reaction came for the second time and he joined in on the surprise. His first instinct was to run and hope none in the crowd ran faster than him. But is seemed like (Y/n) sensed his intentions before he did. A firm and calming hand was placed upon his head and as what- a warning? A threat? He looked at her and she smiled. Not to him, but to the crowd.

"Is that (Y/n) and Yuri Plisetsky?"

"Yes! But why are they in Japan? And together?"

"Aww look! They look so cute together!"

A couple pictures were taken of the two of them and Yuri was as stunned by the girl's hand as well as her warm presence towards her fans. He was even too caught up to snap her hand away.

"How long have you known each other?"

"Yuri YURI! What were you doing in there with the Aubade duchess of (nationality)?" Duchess? Right. One of her many titles created by her fan base. It's pretty funny. Why a duchess? Why not a queen or an empress? Yuri wasn't the one to complain though. He was called the Russian punk.

"(Y/n), any reason you're in Japan? Any hot news you'd like to share with us?" The woman asking leaned over the fighting arms of the guard and winked playfully at the two of them. He saw (Y/n) getting visibly  uncomfortable at the suggestive question and she stuttered, trying to come up with something smooth and contained for the reporter to use in her article. Yuri was just pissed off at how rudely this woman got all up in their private life like that. He felt like it had been put upon (Y/n) as her responsibility alone to answer that and that just made him angrier.

But the back of the tall Russian male hiding him from camera views stopped the salty defensive words he almost spit out.

"Of course! It's about time to announce anyway. On the behalf of myself and Yakov Feltsman, we're proud to announce that (Y/n) (l/n) will spend her time in Japan as coach for our competing skaters; Yuri Plisetsky and Yuuri Katsuki, in their preparations for this year's Grand Prix senior division!" Victor's worlds were happily announced to the audience and the next moment all hell of a screaming mess broke loose. The reporters rushed sideways to call their firms about the news and the guards almost failed to hold the fighting fans at bay. It all was a mess already. It went from being super private and secretive to Victor dropping the act without warning and soon the whole world would know in just a couple of minutes.

Shit.

A/N; Aaand another chapter! I have so fun writing these and it's almost like therapy session for me too:') no waterfalls though. It seems like Yuri's starting to warm up to (Y/n) right? Well... Baby steps;) What do you think will happen in next chapter? Let me know what you think!

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[nicka-nell]

I'm Kiyoomi Sakusa and I'm a germaphobe - Chapter 30: A picture book future

Words: 1.560 Warning: manga spoiler

Chapter 29 - Taste it     | Masterlist

(y/n) = your name | (l/n) = last name | (e/c) = eye colour | (h/c) = hair colour

“The wife of your children?”, asks (y/n) a little surprised and looks at him questioningly. “Yes. There’s nothing wrong with talking to you about children. You’re my girlfriend now, and at some point, there’s going to be a time when we both think it’s a good time for kids." he answers earnestly and loosens his grip on her. “So you want to have kids, Kiyoomi?” she asks curiously. Of course, he does. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have mentioned it. “Yes. Kids are a great thing. They are our future. They’re the ones we have to protect. Don’t you want kids?” Actually, he can’t imagine that she doesn’t want to have children. He bets she’d make a great mother. “Yes, I want children... But I was just a little surprised that you brought this up now. I mean, you don’t really talk about that until after a couple of years or so.” She still answers slightly confused. “It doesn’t matter now or in a few years. My view will be the same. If you continue to accompany and love me in the future, I want you to be my wife by my side. Waking up next to you in the morning, looking at your bright smile. Have breakfast with you. Come home after work and greet and hug you with my shirt or a sweet apron on you. Spend nice evenings with you and enjoy the time. I know you work shifts, and that’s fine. If you come home exhausted after me, I will stand in the kitchen and greet you with a warm meal.” Lost in thought, he looks out the window to the now sparkling stars. (y/n) looks at him with a smile. “Will you welcome me in a sweet apron?” He turns his gaze away from the stars and focuses it on (y/n). “Anything you want to do. And what do you say to all this?” He wants to know from her. “That all sounds wonderful to Kiyoomi.” He nods and looks out again. “And then, the time will come when your belly will be as big as a volleyball, or even bigger, and you will carry our child in you. Give birth to it and together we will take care of education. We will do everything together for our child, no matter how stressful your day is. No matter how stressful my day is. At the end of the day, we’ll all sit on our couch together, talk about our day and watch movies together. But it’s all going to take place at a time when I’m not training that much anymore. In which I no longer play as a regular player in my team.” He continues. His words touch her. “Wow, Kiyoomi. I didn’t know you were such a dreamer. I always thought you were a realist.” She answers with a warm smile. “And so am I. And it’s not a dream. I was just telling you how I imagined our future. Do you share this idea with me?” he asks seriously. “Yeah, it's really beautiful.” She responds warmly and hugs her head back to his chest. They talk together for a while before they go to bed together and sleep until morning. When (y/n) opens her eyes, she sees Kiyoomi sitting in front of her and feels his hand on her head. “Just close your eyes. I have to go to practice. Stay as long as you want, we can write again later and maybe do something together again tonight.” he says in a calm voice and slowly gets up from the bed, but gives her a kiss on the forehead first. “Have fun while training Kiyoomi.” Still slightly sleepy, she answers him and pulls the blanket back close to her body. She still hears the door fall into the door lock and just wants to close her eyes when she hears her phone vibrate. Surly, she reaches for the cell phone, which she had put on Kiyoomis nightstand. It’s a message from Osamu asking her how the evening went with Kiyoomi. Atsumu must have told him about them.

Shaking her head, she puts her cell phone away and stands up with a grin to get dressed, get ready and go to the kitchen. When she arrived in the kitchen, she noticed that Kiyoomi had forgotten his bentobox. After such a strenuous training session, he’ll be hungry. He told her that he didn’t want his teammates near her, but he shouldn’t starve for it. - “You seem to be in great shape today, Omi-Omi.” Atsumu calls out to his friend while they all stretch after the training. “Is that because the evening went well with (y/n)?” With his words he begins to grin mischievously. “Why do you want to know? After all, you wanted to do something with (y/n), even though you knew that I found her interesting.” He hisses annoyed. “Haha, I just asked her to come to Samu. Yesterday we were all together again with him and ate his famous Onigiris. We wanted to give her a good thought. I couldn’t have known you’d be discharged from the hospital by then. So calm down. (y/n) really is a hot chick but believe me, we would all be happy if our hygiene freak finally has a woman at his side. It’s just a pity she looks so good and would actually look better by my side.” Kiyoomis cool look lands on him with his words. On the one hand, he’s relieved she didn’t meet him on a date. On the other hand, Atsumu makes him angry. (y/n) wouldn’t look better by his side. Should he tell them about those two to make sure the men don’t flirt with her? “Atsumu! Don’t make our little one so angry. He just got out of the hospital, we don’t want to see him there again.” Bokuto is now also interfering. “Yeah... It's all right...” Atsumu answers embarrassed and raises his hands up protective. Kiyoomi just wants to say something to Atsumu when a voice familiar to him makes him twitch and turn around. “Hello, Kiyoomi, you left your bento box at home. I thought... I’ll bring it to you before I make my way to my place.” (y/n)’s voice echoes through the room and with a small can, she walks towards Kiyoomi. Taken aback, the man look at her. “Did she say... at home? (y/n) was with Kiyoomi until today?” Bokuto still looks back and forth with his mouth open between (y/n) and Kiyoomi. It doesn’t suit him that the men look at her like that, but actually it’s not so wrong that she’s here. Having arrived in front of him, she wants to give him the bentobox as Atsumu approaches the two with a mischievous grin. “So, our (y/n) was at Omi-kuns house until earlier? And? Can I look for your nail marks on his back again today?” With her eyebrow raised, she takes a step towards the setter. “Just to make it easier for you, you’ll find it more on his chest today.” Her voice is deeply serious. Atsumu looks at her with big eyes. For the first time, Kiyoomi sees his comrades fall silent. Again (y/n) turns away from Atsumu and looks back at Kiyoomi. “Here is your bento box.” Smiling, she passes it on to Kiyoomi and stops in front of him. “Thank you, Princess.” There is nothing to be seen of his anger towards Atsumu anymore. With a narrow smile he approaches (y/n) and gives her a fleeting kiss on the hairline. “I have to go on. If you want, you can sit down and wait for me.” He whispers to her. Even if he didn’t want it first, he realized he didn’t have to worry about his friends taking (y/n) away from him. Because she wouldn’t go for them. “Woa Kiyoomi!" the voices of Bokuto and Hinata resound, which come radiant to the two. Atsumu also looks at them joyfully. “You two are together?”, ask Hinata with sparkling eyes. Nodding, they look at the men. “Hey, hey, hey! That’s great news!” Also Bokuto is happy. “Group cuddle!” Atsumu shouts like a child, which has just received an ice cream, into the round and hugs the two. “Miya! Let me go, you street dog!” Kiyoomi hisses. “Bacteria everywhere!” Bokuto calls and joins the embrace. Hinata also comes and embraces the troops joyfully. Even if he has to take a shower after this, he has to admit that he has loving idiots as friends.

Chapter 31 - The beginning of the picture book Taglist: @kara-grayson04​ @suna-allie​ @pleasemelafook-outta-ere​

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[sachirou-senpai]

Hi, I'm Kat! Can I please request a matchup, if its not to much to ask. I’m a 5’1 female with long hair that fades from red to blonde. I am very curvy/busty and I am very insecure about it. I am very intelligent, shy, and get flustered easily. I love to play the ukulele and sing! I often find myself getting lost in books for hours... I have been bullied, so i tend to shut myself out from others. I’m also an INTJ, Aquarius and Hufflepuff! Thank you so much!

/Hiya! Sorry this took so long, but i really wanted to think about it and make it accurate!

Soooooo, I match you with.....

Suga!!

^ thats the look he first gave you fs

legit he thought you were so pretty!

ofc he’d seen hair that was different colors cause noya, but he’d never seen something so.....long n pretty

he was in love and such a blushy mess

definitely came up to you first, although it did kinda take him a couple months of daichi and asahi’s teasing

he was so nice???? like not overbearing in the slightest and even though he was so nervous to talk to u (this boy got a huge crush okay) he somehow read all the social cues and didn’t bother you one bit

definitely fangirled (boyed?) about you to kiyoko and ngl she kinda fell in love too? like a platonic crush 

asked you out in like the cutest way possible away from too many people so you wouldn’t be too flustered

okay now with the actual relationship lmao you’re in for a ride there’s so much

kat + kou carved into a tree somewhere on campus cause y’all thought it sounded cute together (cause it does!!)

would never make fun of you

he’s insecure himself? not the tallest, not the starting setter, not the captain, always the mom friend and not the “hot” one

so like he gets it, y’know?

omfg he’s so whipped for you

definetly been caught staring at your boobs more than once (he can’t help it okay you’re just so fing beautiful and hshakhhfdh)

body worship for sure but like not super overt

little notes that somehow get into your locker that are like “can’t wait to see your cute smile today” and him just telling you you’re pretty randomly throughout the day

hands on your body always- unless you asked for space

just wants to be toughing u he likes u so much

not touch starved just,,,needy

SOFTEST KISSES omg how many times am i gonna tell you he’s stupidly in love with you

never pressures you to have sex/do anything sexual although don’t get me wrong he most definitely wants to (he is horny)

cherishes you so much???

he thinks it’s cute that you’re short cause it makes him feel more manly although he doesn’t tell you because he doesn’t want you to feel inferior

he can sing!! HAVE U HEARD UNDER THE SEA??? THAT HIS VA SINGS??? omg anyway he would totally sing with you

maybe try to learn ukulele or some other instrument so he could play w/ u?

wants to try to brain your hair

not the best but that’s okay

there are dates you just chill n read

he just likes vibing with you no matter what you’re doing

suga wanted you to meet the team super bad but didn’t want you to be overwhelmed so you just met them all a few at a time

3rd years were first and they think its so cute how suga is so sweet with you????

kiyoko literally adores you omggggg (tanaka and noya are so jelly)

once you met yachi,,,,,,she’s on love with you, okay? and she doesn’t even know it? 

hinata likes that your hair is kinda like his

kageyama called you tangerine 2.0 once and suga slapped him

10/10 experience w/ the team

they all love u sm

he probably proposes after graduation (seriously he’s never been more in love with someone in his life)

I hope you enjoyed!! this was really fun for me to write, you’re such a fun person to write for! here are some links to suga stories i <3

suga x reader smut - more smut

fluff - fluff - fluff

fic (totally worth the read it’s so cute)

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[bangtanbabeloveyourself]

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Genre: Smut, fluff if you squint.

Summary: You forgot to eat lunch, but don't worry. Jin has dinner all taken care of... And dessert.

Your stomach growled as you unlocked the door to your apartment. Work had been so hectic today that you didn't get a chance to eat. You were starving. As soon as you opened the door, the smell of something fried hit your nose and your stomach growled again. Before you even had the chance to shut the door, you were greeted by your doting boyfriend. 

"Y/N! You're finally home! I've been waiting forever!"

You hung your jacket and bag up before giving him a soft smile. "Why have you been waiting? I'm only fifteen minutes late, Jinnie." 

He came up to you, giving you a quick peck on your lips before grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the living room. "The food is going to get cold. The one night I decide to order out and you're late!" 

That was unusual. Anyone that knew Jin knew that he preferred to cook instead of ordering take out. He loved to show off his cooking skills and you were never one to complain. He was the best cook you knew. 

"Calm down Jinnie. It's just take out." You said as you walked into the living room. He had your coffee table covered in fried chicken and fries and so many other fried foods and sweets. You gasped and looked at him. 

He smiled down at you, hardly able to control his excitement. "It's cheat day!" 

How could you have forgotten? With Jin's work schedule and the upcoming tour, he's supposed to stay on a rather strict diet. You, being the amazingly supportive girlfriend that you were, stayed on the diet with him as well, at least while he was around.  And today was the start of his weekend long "cheat day”. Usually, a person would allow one cheat day every week or so for their efforts. Jin, being the foodie he was, said one day was not enough. So he decided his cheat day couldn’t just be one day, it had to be a whole weekend. It was the weekend that he looked forward to the most. 

Jin tugged on your hand as he led you to the couch, showing off all of the goodies he bought. "What would you like? I bought a little of everything. There's fried chicken, pizza, tacos; I bought those donut holes you like too." 

You looked up at him, pouting. "No lobster?" 

His grin grew ever wider. "Ahh! I knew you had great taste, my love. We will be going out for lobster tomorrow! As if I would forget lobster!" 

You giggled before reaching over and grabbing a piece of chicken. "That sounds good to me. But this looks even better. I'm starving,” you said before taking a bite of the chicken.

 The moan that you made was one of pure satisfaction and bliss. You missed fried chicken. It had been weeks since the last time you had it and to you, that felt like years. It was your favorite food after all. What you didn’t expect though, was the way Jin was looking at you. It made you blush instantly. 

“Sorry, I didn’t get to eat today and this is the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” you say, trying to excuse the blush you felt on your cheeks. You took another bite, resisting your urge to moan again before you realized Jin’s eyes were still on you and he hadn’t even touched any of the food. “What?” you asked innocently. 

“Could you stop doing that?” 

You raised an eyebrow. “What?” 

“Eating,” he said before licking his lips. 

“Why?” 

He blushed slightly before tugging at his pants, trying to make himself more comfortable. “Because it’s turning me on.” 

You couldn’t stifle the giggle in your throat. “Seriously?”

He awkwardly ran a hand through his hair. “You sound amazing baby. And I’ve missed you a lot. Am I not allowed to be turned on by my girlfriend doing one of my favorite things?” 

You rolled your eyes before taking another bite of your chicken. “I’ve eaten in front of you a million times and you’ve never said anything before.” 

His hand moved to the inside of your thigh before he started teasingly tracing it up and down. With a stroke of his fingers, they’d inch closer and closer to your crotch. “I’ve never said anything before because I didn’t realize how hot it was until now, my love.”

 You had tried to focus on eating your chicken. You knew you were starving. Besides, fucking could wait until after you both ate. But Jin wasn’t letting up. You could feel his fingers getting higher and higher and eventually you’d completely forgotten about the chicken in your hand while you were focused on watching his hand.

He chuckled when he saw your eyes watching his hand. “I thought you were hungry, love.” 

You bit your lip before blushing more as you tried to come back to reality. You looked up at him before taking another bite of your chicken, this time letting him hear how satisfying it was to eat it. ”I am extremely hungry,” you said with a smug smile. “You should probably eat too.” 

Jin’s gaze met yours for a moment and he gave you his dazzling World Wide Handsome grin. “Oh, I’m going to eat.” Before you knew it, he had you pushed back onto the couch. You giggled while he fiddled with your pants, tugging them over your ass and up your legs quickly.

You sat up and tried to touch his chest but he shook his head and pushed you back into the couch. “No no. I’m the hungry one. You get to lay there and take it.” Your face turned two shades redder at his words and you could feel how wet you were getting. Jin wasn’t always the most dominant man in bed, but when he was, it turned you on like no other. 

“Tonight, I want to really spoil this diet by getting dessert first.” He smirked before he reached his hand down to run his fingers across the fabric of your panties, causing you to gasp. “Ahhh, you’re so wet already, my love. I can feel it through your panties.” 

Before you had the chance to speak, Jin was already slipping your panties up your legs and tossing them on the floor. He leaned up to give you a quick but passionate kiss. “Mm, you taste even better than usual.” He teased before turning his attention to your burning core. 

He licked his lips before leaning down to your crotch, slowly blowing on your lips. You gasped and tried to close your legs together. He grabbed them and quickly spread your legs open again, tutting as he shook his head. 

“Now, now. This dessert might be too hot. I need to blow on it. You wouldn’t want me to get hurt, would you?” 

You blushed and shook your head. “Of course not Jinnie.” 

He smirked at you before blowing on your lips again, this time holding your thighs back as you whimpered.  He continued this until your eyes nearly filled with tears. The sensation was an odd one, but you craved friction. You needed something or you were going to lose it. 

He knew that too. Before you could even say anything he leaned down, attacking your exposed clit with a flick of his tongue. You cried out against the sudden touch, your hips bucking up. Jin looked up at you as he blew on your clit. “What do you want princess?” 

“I want you. Please. I want you to eat me out.”

You didn’t have to say anymore before he was back to your clit, sucking on it. You cried out, trying to grind against his face. He wasn’t having it. He held your hips down before he let go of your clit. He moved down to your hole, licking a long stripe back up to your clit, just barely touching it with the tip of his tongue. 

“Oh, fuck. Just like that Jinnie. Please. I need more.” You reached down, running your hand through his hair. “I thought you were hungry. You’re acting like you don’t like your dessert.” 

He gasped, looking visibly hurt. “How dare you. I am a connoisseur of the delicious. I am merely trying to enjoy my dessert.” He reached down and pinched your clit with his forefinger and thumb. “You, on the other hand, are sounding very bratty. Maybe you’re a little too sweet.” 

You groaned and bucked your hips again when he pinched your clit. Tears pricked your eyes while you pouted to him. “I’m sorry, sir. Please. I’ll behave this time.” 

He smirked at you before leaning up to give you a shot kiss. “Good, now let me enjoy my cheat day,” he said before he dove back into your core, leaving you a whimpering and moaning mess. 

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[wroteasongabouther]

I'm definitely gonna need a morning after with that best friend post

bestfriend!harry part 2 please???

Bestfriend!harry is the best consept in the whole world, I love you for writing it and PLEASE post more asap! Literally the best thing I’ve read in ages

That bestfriend!harry was amazing! Will there be a part 2?

You and your best friend did that? HOLY SHIT that’s hot af WRITE A SECOND PART PLEASEEEE

pleaseee do part 2 bestfriend!harry

I would DEFINITELY like to read a pt two of the best friend Harry one is you want to write one !!!!

Could I request a pt 2 to the bestfriend!harry??

YUP SO AFTER ALL THESE REQUESTS I DECIDED TO GET ON THIS AND WRITE A PART TWO

AND YET AGAIN I WENT OFF OOPS

HERE’S PART ONE

“Holy fuck I have the worst headache,”

“Drank too much?”

“Shut up Niall this is your bloody fault and that disgusting flavoured vodka,”

“Didn’t think it was disgusting last night,”

Harry glares at the blonde haired boy while he opens the cupboard beside your fridge and grabs a single serve Keurig cup and pops it into the Keurig. Before he starts it up he grabs a mug, funny enough it’s the one he had bought you for a house warming gift. Printed on the plain white mug was a photo of him in his stupid Miley Cyrus costume, which was oh so flattering. You have a good laugh from it whenever it gets used though.

Remy and Niall start arguing about something in the living room - which was open to the kitchen - as you open the fridge and fill up your glass with more filtered water. As you’re drinking half the glass, the fridge still open and water jug still in hand, you caught Harry’s side glance at you. Your body feels like it’s burning and your head feels like it’s about to explode. Half of this could’ve been prevented if you just stopped what had happened last night. But you knew you wanted it. Question was if Harry wanted it or not.

You fill up your glass again, eyes focused on what your doing, then close the fridge. “Feeling alright?” You ask Harry as he rubs both his eyes.

“Might throw up,” he states.

“Gross,” you chuckle and walk out of the kitchen.

You weren’t going to be the one to bring up last night. Maybe he just didn’t remember, you could live with that right? Pretend that you had blacked out as well and go about your life as normal. Send Harry stupid memes and have him over alone to binge watch The 100 or make ridiculous jokes and sing along to music in his car. Things didn’t have to change because you two got a little too drunk and handsy.

“Rems, are you still gunna hang out today?” You ask while taking a seat on the couch beside Niall. Remy sat on the carpeted floor with a blanket draped over her legs.

“Yeah,” she shrugs, “my roommate had been seriously annoying lately and I like you better anyways,”

“You better,” you stick out your tongue.

“I should probably get goin’, gotta let the dogs out or me mum will freak,” Niall says while standing from the couch.

“How long are you house sitting for again?” Remy asks.

“A week,” he replied while gathering his things. The two of you nod and say goodbye. “Tell Harry goodbye for me,” he says, causing you to look around for Harry. He must’ve felt real sick, probably hugging the toilet for dear life and cursing Niall for giving him more shots after the club.

You had woken up an hour ago, Harry’s body no longer touching yours in any way. Immediately imagines of last night flooded your brain as you heard the light snores from beside you. A stinging feeling was felt in your chest as you overthought everything. Harry didn’t like you, he never did and never would. Last night he got too drunk and blacked out while his horny side took over and got you off. That was that, and now you had to live with it and ignore the hurt inside.

“Jesus, took you long enough,” Remy grumbles while getting off the floor, “first Y/N’s bed and now the loo, what’s next ya gonna steal my car to drive home too?”

“Sod off,” Harry mumbles as you watch Remy walk passed him towards the washroom. Your eyes follow Harry as he walks into the kitchen and grabs his mug full of coffee.

“Feeling any better?” You ask as he takes a seat next to you and sets his mug on the coffee table. You have to curl your legs up as he sits down, but Harry is quick to do as he usually does and grabs your ankles to let you rest your legs in his lap. It’s not out of the norm, yet after last night it felt awkward.

“Not really,” he admits, “Niall leave already?”

You nod your head, “had to let his mums dogs out,”

“Fuckin’ twat didn’t look a bit hungover,” Harry grumbles as he reaches for his coffee, taking a sip before setting it back down. His hands casually rest on your calves and your body sets fire again from his touch.

“Did you sleep alright?” you ask to fill the awkward silence between you two.

Harry nods, “did you?”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” you mumble and look away from Harry as his eyes are on you.

“Good, thanks for letting me crash in your bed,”

“No problem,” you clear your throat and meet his gaze. He had to of remembered, this can’t just be eating you alive. “But next time maybe let Remy sleep in the bed, cause if I have to hear her complain about sleeping on the floor again I’m going to go crazy,”

Harry chuckles and nods, “for sure,” he says.

“I am freaking starving,” Remy shouts while entering the living room again. You sit up striaght, taking your legs off Harry and watch Remy. “Let’s get some McDonalds and then sit and watch shit tv all day,”

“Works for me,” you say while standing up and stretching, “you gunna come along, H?”

“No, I should get home,” he states and gets up slowly from the couch. He reaches for his coffee mug and finishes it before walking into the kitchen and putting the mug into the dishwasher.

You and Remy get ready by the door and as soon as Harry joins you feel tense again. He’s not watching you more carefully than any time before, he’s not making an effort to touch you, he’s just slipping into his boots and jacket before holding open the door for you. Both Remy and Harry wait for you to lock the door then you all make your way downstairs.

“Are you even gunna make it home?” Remy asks Harry, who had to stop once outside to potentially throw up some more.

“Yeah,” Harry swallows and shakes his head, “fuck Niall, that fuck,” he mutters.

You chuckle and bump into him, “maybe I should’ve stayed up, seeing as I’ve got a bigger dick than you,” you tease. It was an inside joke. Harry sniffled during sad films and he complained more than you did. Therefore, your metaphoric dick was bigger than his.

Remy had kept walking towards your car while Harry stood up straight again and took one large step towards you. He was so close, and your breath gets caught in your throat. Flashbacks from last night flood in as you see Harry lips turn up into a smirk.

“Don’t recall you having a dick last night,” Harry says in a low voice.

Your eyes widen in shock from his words as he steps past you. He remembered. He remembered and he wasn’t going to do or say anything else about it either? You shake your head and turn around, seeing Harry step up to his car that’s parked beside yours. This was really happening. You and your best friend casually fooled around last night and were brushing it off casually too. You could do this. Taking a deep breath, you get into your car and start it up as Harry pulls away.

“What’s up with you two?” Remy asks as you drive down the street.

“Nothing,” you say with a shrug.

It was nothing. A one time drunken mistake, right? That’s the page you and Harry were on, right? Fuck this.

Hey you busy tonight?

nope just was gunna stay in tonight actually

Oh, well wanna start re-watching The 100? The new season starts next month

yeah sure! come over whenever

K, probably will be sometime after 7, just at work. There’s so many punks trying to play the guitars today it’s annoying.

show them who’s boss lol

…

pick up some liquor i wanna make it a drinking game lol

I’m down! You need something too?

nope im good thanks tho

…

Come open your door

Hello?

Y/N!!!!!!!!!!!

shut up i’m coming!!!!

“Were you in the shower?” Harry asks as you answer the door with a towel in hand while drying the ends of your hair.

“Bath, actually,” you correct him. Harry closes the door behind him and you want to the couch.

“Nice,” Harry nods and walks into the kitchen. “You use one of those bath bomb things I got you for Christmas?”

“Yup, it was blue and pretty,” you smile.

“Want a mixed drink or the cooler drinks you’ve got in the fridge?”

“Cooler please,”

Harry moves around in the kitchen and you click through your smart TV to get to Netflix to start up The 100. As Harry takes a seat on the couch with you, he passes you your drink before leaning back and relaxing into the cushion he claimed as his own over the years. He once went off about how it had shaped to his bottom one drunk night - arguing with you and Niall, of course Niall was more into the discussion.

Things felt normal. Not like he had fingered your last weekend and now you hadn’t talked about it since. You made up a few starter rules for drinks, ending up chugging half pretty early. By the second episode you were resting your legs in Harry’s lap and finishing your second drink.

“Bellamy is kinda a dick in this season,” Harry states before finishing off his drink too.

“Want another?” you ask while standing up from the couch.

“Yeah, thanks,” he smiles and hands you his glass.

It was the liquor getting to you, as you pour Harry’s drink a bit too strong accidentally, you were day dreaming about dirty dirty things. Screw drunk Harry last weekend touching you like that. Now with a simple look you got even more turned on than before. Before it was a crush sorta feeling, but like you’d always love him and want him. Now you had a little taste and wanted the whole damn cake. You crack open your drink and have a long sip.

How could you do this? Friends with benefits, that is the best angle right? You ponder these things while taking your seat again and give Harry’s his glass. He grabs your ankles and brings your legs up into his lap again - a giggle escapes your lips from his action. While the show plays, you have trouble paying attention. Harry’s gently rubbing your ankles and up your calves.

“So,” Harry draws out the word, causing your head to spin as you look towards him, “are we not talking about last weekend then?” he asks.

“Uh,” you’re so thrown off, “I mean, we can, yeah, sure,”

“You didn’t like it?”

“Uh,” this was really happening, you suck in a deep breath and have a sip of your drink, “I mean, yeah I liked it,”

Harry chuckles and lets his finger tips tickle across your skin, “yeah, stupid question I guess,” he seems nervous.

“Was it a mistake?” you question, the most burning one of all.

“I don’t think so,” he shrugs and keeps brushing his fingers along your skin, “it was kinda nice,” Harry admits.

“Yeah,” you breathe out.

Harry looks up and meets your eyes now. You take this moment to have another sip of your drink. You definitely needed the liquor to get through this conversation. You catch Harry let out a low chuckle before he moves your legs from his lap. Thinking he’s getting up, you sit up some more and move out of his way - only suddenly Harry’s holding himself over top of you, his face is so close you can feel his breath.

“How nice?” Harry smirks, “do it again, kinda nice? Did you want me to get you off again, pet?”

Your eyes flutter closed and then back open again as your stomach twists and turns. “If I’m correct,” you pause and take a few seconds to look into Harry’s eyes, “I owe you one,”

Harry states down at you for a moment, as if he’s trying to figure you out. Then he smirks and moves away from you completely, sitting back in his seat and finishing off his drink. You watch him, confused by what was happening - had you said something wrong?

“As you wish then, pet,” Harry’s voice is rough but then he clears it and motions for to his pants. Your eyes fall to his crotch, and yup there’s a growing bulge against his jeans.

You lick your lips, sitting up and getting off the couch slowly. Nerves come over you as you end up between Harry’s legs. As the show continues on in the background and Harry leans back while his hooded eyes are on you, it’s obvious this night took a turn. You’d blame the alcohol. Finally you suck it up and pull out whatever sort of sex machine was inside of you and reach of the button of Harry’s jeans.

You don’t think, instead you just imagine how good this will be. Pulling down the zipper slowly, you can feel his hard cock. Swallowing hard, you push down the material and let out his pulsating cock. Without looking up you know just how much harry is controlling himself by the throaty sound that comes from him as you run your thumb over the tip of him. So many things are running through you head. But you let them fade away as you lean forward and lick all the way up his shaft before closing your lips around the top of him. You let go on him and look up to see Harry watching you, the list in his dark eyes was obvious.

“Ready for me already, huh?” You question, letting the thickness in your voice stay in hopes it sounds more sexy. Harry let’s out a groan as you flicker your tongue over his tip.

“Don’t be a tease, pet,” he grumbles.

“Not being a tease, am I?” You say jokingly, using an innocent voice while peering up at him again.

“Oh baby,” he struggles as you blow out dramatically through your mouth, only an inch from his tip. “Just put those pretty fuckin’ lips around my cock, pet,” he groans and without another second to staple you close your lips around him. Bobbing up and down on his cock, you hear him groan again and again.

You should’ve known he’d have a long thick cock, especially after last weekend with it pressed up against your bum all night. But it’s surprising as you’re sucking him off, gagging every few motions as you try to force as much of him into your mouth. You like it though. The feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat. It’s a slutty feeling, but it’s one you’re dreamt of before. Harry whimpers and moans as you keep moving, occasionally popping his cock out of your mouth and working fast with your hand only to have it back in your mouth again.

“Fuck, let’s it, take it all,” Harry let’s out a long loud groan as you push his entire length into your mouth and stop at the base. Your eyes are watering and then you let go as you feel as though you’re about to gag.

There’s no wasting a second as you feel Harry’s hips buckle. He’s close, liking what you’re doing to him as much as you like what he had done to you. You bob up and down near the tip of his cock, lapping your tongue over the tip every few seconds. Harry moans some more and you feel his hand on your head, fingers threading into your hair.

“You like it don’t you, being on your knees in front of me, huh? Like my big cock in yeh mouth, pet?” Harry says through clenched teeth. You peer up at him through your lashes, popping him out of you mouth but working his shaft with your hand as a smile curls upon your lips.

“You like my lips around your big cock, don’t you?” You tease back. Harry cursed under his breath as you quickly suck him off instead of waiting for a response.

You work faster as you feel his throbbing in your mouth. He’s about to burst, you just know it. The hand he had in your hair tightening, guiding you down into his cock as he throws his head back and groans loudly again. His cock twitches in your mouth, any second now and he’s be filling up your mouth. You feel it hit the back of your throat suddenly, the hot salty taste causes you to sit back and stick out your tongue as he comes. It all goes into your mouth, grunts and groans with each spew. After a moment you wrap your lips around his cock, causing another string of moans, before letting his cock free and swallowing.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Harry mumbles with an arm over his eyes and his other hand on his stomach as his chest heaves. You smile, turning around to grab your can to wash away his come.

“Now,” you pause while taking you seat on the couch again, “we’re even,” you smile.

Harry let’s out a chuckle while situating himself back into his pants again. You catch him shaking his head as you focus on the tv across from you. There’s no more words, you know you’d sucked the damn life out of Harry as he stays leaning back in the couch with his legs apart. You can’t wipe the smile from your face as his hand rests on your thigh and you two continue to watch the show and play your drinking game.

“Ha! Murphy threatened someone, drink,” you say before lifting your can to your lips. Harry drinks and pats your leg, pointing at the fact Clarke was giving some shit speech to “the people”, meaning another drink for you both.

Any more of this and you’d be passing out soon from the amount of liquor you’ve had.

#thanks for all the requests this was fun to write lol #it got dirty oops #hope yall enjoyed #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagines #bestfriend!harry #drabble

[rpbetter]

Hi Vespertine. Can you offer some advice on how to RP a character that a lot of people think I shouldn't be RPing? I've wanted to RP Hans Landa for years, I like how cunning he is and how he could react to other ideals, how he could grow, especially in modern settings where he would stick out a lot. But I'm afraid because of how people react to muses like him. How do I build up confidence? How do I keep RPing if people bother or threaten to report me? Would people even RP with me? Thank you.

Alright, first thing, I've apologized on the blog already, apologized to people before you, but like I keep saying: it's really important to specifically apologize to individuals when we do something lame like I have. I did not intend to leave the blog unattended for months, but I did. This is an important question, it's right up the alley of why I created this blog, and I left you hanging. I'm deeply sorry, and I hope that my serious delay did not cause you any further worries or to give up on your character/RP!

Okay, we can proceed now!

I'll confess, I seriously spaced on who Hans Landa was for a moment there, but quickly remembered upon Googling! He was an interesting character, and I love that movie! However, I definitely see why you're worried, Anon.

Up until the last decade, taking up a character who was villainous, yes, even a Nazi, was a mark of creative gumption. Almost everyone had a verse for their muse that today would get them anon hate, callouts, reported, and so on. You know what? We had far less drama then. So, I'm not at all in the camp of demonizing your choices, or anyone else's. I saw what worked for a more peaceful RPC for decades and I've seen what is a total nightmare on tumblr.

Unfortunately, it is a total nightmare. So, let's see what you might be looking at, what your options are.

Firstly, you have the right idea; this is a character that appeals to you creatively, and that's really all that should matter. You've got ideas, you want to see your muse grow and change through interactions, and that's very much what the whole RPC needs to be a little more interested in.

I think, based on that alone, you would find people who wanted to write with you. There are quite a few muns out there dying for more interesting interactions with muses who have been taken up because the other mun really wants to write and develop them. Especially in the multi-para and novella communities. It's a bit of bane over there, the way the majority of muses are picked purely to satisfy a fleeting interest in a fandom. They don't come across as the characters they are in canon, are never given the opportunity to develop uniquely, they just exist to fulfill the mun's intense interest that will be gone soon. That works wonderfully and happily for some, but there really are a lot of muns out there who are interested in different approaches.

I will also say that most longer multi-para and novella RPers are less supportive of callout culture and content policing. When the very way that you enjoy RP is easily considered problematic on the grounds that you take it too seriously because you're invested in it, you tend to be against labeling others and giving them a hard time. That portion of the RPC, additionally, tends to be made up of older adults. The RPC kind of despises anyone over 25 who is still RPing, and I think a decent part of that is...this. We don't usually go in on equating fiction to reality, thinking that muse=mun, or that "problematic" material needs to be driven into the darkest void for communal safety. A great deal of that is because we lived through multiple fandom experiences being obliterated by these sorts of ideas, we know this is all detrimental to the community, and are more interested in a live and let live mentality even if we are disturbed by someone's muse or writing topics.

You may wish to specifically seek out RPers who are serious veterans (around for 10+ years), multi-para to novella writers, and/or have things in their rules that imply toleration and support for dark topics, villain muses, etc. (I know I have it in my rules that minors shouldn't interact with this blog due both its content and my age, but I can't exactly verify that with an anonymous message! So, Anon, please be aware I am giving this advice as though you are legally an adult.) Seek out muns who have muses that could also be considered "problematic" or who interact with muses who could be.

Remain away from anyone participating in or supportive of callout culture and purity policing. I know that can be difficult and limiting, and it is also not a 100% safe bet that you will be avoiding problems, but at least you'll know right off that these are not your people. That includes the ever-present callouts that claim the poster "never does this," that the mun being called out is just that much of a danger, and/or those dealing in the major callout-laden muns in your corner of the community. You might agree that one or two of those muns is a legitimate problem, but it's too likely that these people are going to feel like you are too.

Know that you will, inevitably, be called worse than just a "villain apologist." I write a muse that I wanted to write for years as well, and refrained from writing for so long because of the fandom's ideas about them. However, I have never been so happy with any muse choice, it's worth it to me to have some random hatefulness sometimes. I know I'm not a horrible person, the people who matter to me on and offline know that I am not, it doesn't actually matter what someone on tumblr thinks. It doesn't matter what they think about you either, they don't know you and won't give you the opportunity to be known, so pfft to them!

It can still be a little disheartening to hear some of the especially hateful things. While my muse isn't like Hans, the comparison to that is often made. There are a lot of assumptions about my personal character, race, gender, political affiliation, and so on. I'm just going to say it: if you don't think you can handle someone randomly attacking you and labeling you as "actually a Nazi," a genocide supporter, school shooter, "white cishet republican," and so on, do not subject yourself to this. Just write with friends you know are on your side or write some fic where there is some distance and control.

I do not believe, after reviewing them again, that you would be violating tumblr's TOS by writing this muse. You would not be promoting racism, harm to others, or misleading information. Nor would you be harassing anyone. Does that mean no one will try to report you? No, unfortunately. I've gotten reported for politely disagreeing on a post and asking a question! The important thing is that nothing will happen.

I would still make it very clear that this character might be offensive to some. Seriously, I would say, "In the interest of sensitivity, please note that this muse might be offensive to some - do not interact if imagery or topics associated with historical Nazis will be triggering for you. Hans Landa is from the film 2009 Quentin Tarantino film Inglourious Basterds." Pop that into the top of a pinned post, your rules, and your blog's header statement.

Because even if tumblr wasn't a mess, it's still the most responsible thing to do to treat this sensitively. It is a sensitive matter! People should have every opportunity to be aware and make the best choice for them to interact or not.

People almost certainly will threaten to report and block. Particularly when you are still looking for writing partners and having to expose yourself to more of the community in order to do so. It'll get so much better when you start finding them, though, I promise! Once you find a good mun or two, you've kind of unlocked a pocket of potential. Those people who are more accepting, reasonable, and interested in writing and characters are naturally going to be interacting with other like-minded muns.

Finding a good base of partners might take you some time, but the good news is, the whole process will help you build up the confidence to keep writing. It helps you get in touch with both writing and the muse, what is really important to you as an RPer, and is what isn't. It feels shitty at the time, but in the end, it builds a lot of confidence in yourself, and when you pull confidence from within you, you're never totally without it again!

When you're looking for those people (I'd additionally suggest historical RPers, if there is any existent community for the movie still, and branching out to fandoms that have "problematic" characters in them that you could do crossovers with in modern settings etc.), you can still be writing and developing your muse. Write up headcanons, fleshout the character's backstory, make multiple verses so that you have many options ready to go, do some one-shots.

A great way to do that is to find memes or traditional writing questions specifically for character development, but don't wait for someone to ask you! Go down the meme/list, pick some questions that spark your interest, and base your HC posts on them. Answer questions you immediately have answers to, answer the really hard ones you have no clue about. You don't know until you develop it, after all!

It helps with confidence so much to feel confident about your writing and comfortable with the character. It'll also help non-judgemental RPers who come across your blog or want to follow you back to see your writing and interest in the muse. I know that there are muses I was not interested in from their canon, but seeing the mun's love for them and how they had uniquely developed them, I had to interact!

When you do receive the almost inevitable anon hate, I'm going to suggest something a bit radical here; the idea of not feeding the trolls doesn't always work. That's predicated upon people not already receiving a reward for sending that hate to you. You can't starve what has already eaten lunch! I've found that demonstrating that they're not getting to you is more effective, in all, incredibly controversial honesty.

Put in your rules that anon hate will be addressed only with something like...a gif of a rabbit, a random fact, or a link to a song you recommend. Then, you do exactly that. You get a message calling you derogatory things, but instead of deleting it or going off about it in a way they can just use, you respond with a picture of a bunny cleaning its ears. Block the anon after.

This, again, in all honesty, is a confidence booster. Sometimes, building confidence is about projecting it first. You are projecting an aura of non-hostile confidence that you're not any of those negative things in reality, nor is your life ruined by people who haven't anything better to do with their own lives than bother you as performative "activism" online. It's alright if it really does bother you at first! Eventually, it won't. Eventually, you'll be left in peace with the reasonable muns you've found.

You will find them! There are still muns out there who feel like the most important factors in RP are engaging muses and writing, and how the mun is truly conducting themselves. If that mun is a genuinely decent person who isn't starting problems, harassing people, forcing anything on anyone, that's what matters! Just put your muse out there in a thoughtful way around people who are interested in writing. Be respectful of the sensitive nature of the subject, tag liberally and correctly.

No matter what tumblr's RPC says, you do have the right to write any muse or topic you so desire. People also have the right to not interact, of course, but since you're concerned about it (and truly, the person who is most likely to be made uncomfortable on here), I highly doubt you'll be trying to force interactions or anything.

Unfortunately, when you write any, even vaguely, problematic muse here, you are held to higher standards. You are obliged to be ten times nicer in the face of hatefulness, to be more aware of tagging and other warnings, and so on. It's kind of a practice in acceptance, and it can be frustrating. Again, if the muse is worth it to you, it'll be fine. Just know that you'll need to not be reactive to nastiness, very responsible in how you present yourself in all ways, and that it still won't be enough for some people. And know that's alright as well! They're making a choice to be hostile without knowing you or employing the adult maturity to just not interact with you, not you.

I know it's very easy to say "don't let people get to you." Perhaps especially from someone who will openly say in the tumblr RPC in 2021 that it's 100% fine to write a Nazi muse lol but please know that my confidence was not naturally occurring. It was developed across years of nonsense, and much of it offline, in person. So, I'm not flippantly advising you to have a level of fortitude out of nowhere! I'm honestly telling you that it is a process, but I think that if you want something bad enough to stick to it through the hardest part of it, you kind of expedite that process. It makes it a bit easier if you're still enjoying yourself!

So, on that note, my additional advice is to have another muse or other hobby you can enjoy during the difficult patches, or even slow times before you establish a good group of writing partners. Do things that will keep you feeling positive and motivated to write. That looks different for everyone, but I'm certain you have something. If that does happen to be another muse, or muses, I would strongly suggest you keep it to yourself that you are the mun of this one until you get rolling. While you have exactly nothing to be ashamed of, don't tempt ruining your fun on the other blog(s) until you are established on the new one and confident about it.

If you ever need to vent or further advice, I'm not going to vanish or anything again! Drop by any time you need to, Anon. Sometimes it goes a long way knowing that even a single person out there supports you!

I hope this helped a little, and I do support you! I think you've got this!

#vespertine #answered #anonymous #rp advice #tumblr rpc #nazi mention cw #villain muses

[beekneebabey]

all the odds! for 35 i'm filling in 'dancer', and for 65 i'm filling in the question "if you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be?"

Thank you!!!!!

1) I don’t doubt the existence of anyone at all, I truly am not creative enough to make up the wacky cast of characters I see and interact with.

3) The person I’d never want to meet is Lin Manuel Miranda cuz it’s always weird to feel like you respect someone enough to know them and they have less than no clue who you are.

5) If I was a tree I’d be an apple tree!

7) I’m wearing a hoodie that says “#wifi #pizza #sweatpants #bigdreams” that my mom gave to me and it’s so ugly but I love it

9) I like bright rooms but when I sleep it’s gotta be pitch black

11) The favorite age I’ve been is 20 but like… I’ve only been 21 for 5 days and it looks pretty good

13) I don’t have a worst enemy??? Trump

15) I most certainly do like someone and I wish she lived closer

17) The one person I’d make explode is that dude who just killed people in Vegas like that’s my HOME you piece of garbage violence begets violence so see ya freaking never

19) I wouldn’t want a slave for a day??? I’d get Travis McElroy and make him respond to my tweets cuz I’m dying

21) If I was the opposite sex I’d look like a chubby Sebastian Stan and probably just like take a walk at night alone

23) I’m so scared of escalators

25) If I had $100 I’d pay my caaaar insuraaaance

27) The one brand of alcohol I need is Malibu it tastes good in everything

29) Sorry Dahlia, my favorite expletive is fuck. For sure.

31) The one horrible experience I’d erase is a dude cornering me and asking me out, and when I said no he said “I understand you haven’t made your mind up, let me know when you do.” Cuz I think about that like twice a week

33) If I could return one person to life it would be my dad’s grandmother.

35) Dahlia I wish I could tell you I’m a good dancer but oh boy it’s so bad I’m like Hillary Clinton level bad at dancing

37) I build a snowman every year!

39) My taste in music is really slow indie ballads, piano instrumental, video game soundtracks, musicals, and Carly Rae Jepsen. That’s it. (In all seriousness though when someone puts on music I’m fine with almost everything.)

41) My favorite milkshake flavor is chocolate banana!

43) I have like three scars on my foot cuz I fall a lot I’m like a rom-com protagonist

45) If I could change one thing about me it’d be that I'd have more motivation and not struggle with executive dysfunction so much

47) My one question is like… should I go to school on campus or online what do u think

49) I’d mix a turtle and a dog and my little durts would be the cutest thing ever

51) I am a pretty okay liar but I try not to do it

53) The worst haircut I’ve ever had is when 8 year old chubby baby-faced me decided to get a chin length bob like who was I

55) My British accent is spotty but my southern is pretty good I think

57) The last thing I drew was my friend Cole as Dumbo

59) I constantly sing in the shower

61) Listen as a Libra sun Pisces rising Taurus moon Leo Lilith I definitely read my horoscope too much

63) Both are good good boys but dragons are fake and dinos are real boys so Dinos

65) If I could change one thing about the way I was raised, I wish my parents had shown me more physical affection because I’m 21 and touch-starved but also freak out when people touch me ever like today a customer at work brushed my hand when reaching for his drink and I almost dropped it

You are a true friend and I adore you, thanks for sending this!!!