#I didn’t have time or energy to write this down then💔

[missjashin]

Someone is having a big ass Halloween party in Hawkins and since Robin is back in town from college she demands Steve goes there with her. She has got them matching costumes and all too! So Steve agrees to go because of course he does.

So when she shows up to Steve’s house with two sets of sailor uniforms he gives her a look that’s way more expressive than any words could be.

“Oh come on, it’s funny!” She insists. Steve just sighs, rolls his eyes and takes the outfit Robin is offering for him. And yeah it’s little funny, but he doesn’t want to admit that.

But the menacing grin Robin was giving him should have told him something was up, something other than reminiscing about summer at Scoops. But Steve pays it no mind and starts pulling the stupid sailor outfit on while mumbling curses. It’s not identical to the Scoops Ahoy uniform but close enough. The shade is slightly different and there’s no red details, only blue and white, and the shorts.. Well somehow they are even shorter and tighter. Which seems little odd since the shirt fits just fine. Has he put on a little weight? Steve doesn’t think so but maybe he just hasn’t realised it. Maybe he’ll ask Robin, she’ll give her honest answer for sure.

It’s only when he sees Robin he realises that yeah he probably has not gained weight. Someone has just switched up the bottoms of the outfits. Possibly someone that is now standing in front of Steve, snickering, while wearing her full length pressed trousers as part of her own costume.

“Seriously?” Steve asks and just shakes his head when Robin bursts out laughing. It’s too good to see and hear her laugh like this and not just via phone so Steve doesn’t fight it when Robin starts ushering her out with an excuse of them being late. (How could they be late? It’s an early evening and it’s a party?). And really, sure the shorts are little tight and short but it’s Halloween, who cares. What’s the worst that could happen?

It just so happens that the now graduated ex-Hellfire club leader has convinced his little sheeps, who also wanted to attend said party, to go as a group of pirates, him as their captain of course. So when Steve and Robin arrive, and Eddie sees what Steve is wearing, the pirate captain Eddie Munson is definitely hunting for booty.

#steddie #platonic stobin #stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #hellfire club #Halloween #I was supposed to post this on Halloween but oops #I didn’t have time or energy to write this down then💔 #Halloween is a state of mind anyway

[sugarcherriess]

my ears perked up the moment I saw you're taking more requests 👀 ... so this idea has been on my mind for a while & thought who else who write it better except adonis? pussy drunk & desparate hyunjae + roommate au + somno (w/ consent ofc) + friends to lovers? (Smut + Fluff) Thank you for coming to my TED talk ✌️

I tried my best 😭

Friends To Lovers With Roommate!Hyunjae:

cw - smut, fluff, whiny Hyunjae, pre-established consent, somno, detailed description of pussy eating

Roommate Hyunjae, who has the sex drive equivalent to a horse’s energy, convincing you to start a fwb relationship?

Check

Roommate y/n having a massive crush on said Hyunjae and saying yes while trying not to lose sense of self?

Check

Roommate Hyunjae who also asks permission for 24/7 access to y/n’s body even if it’s snooze time and has his application accepted?

Well. Also check.

Now lets talk about Hyunjae coming home late and heading straight to your room

It’s a cold winter evening and all he can think of is cuddling up into your soft body and sharing your warmth

He finds you taking a nap, warm asf inside your blanket just as he had hoped

He feels a bit guilty for touching your calm, sleeping body with his cold hands

But that guilt dissipates as quick as it comes once you snuggle into your plushie

He gets inside your blanket faster than lighting and settles behind you

Of course it doesn’t take him long to wrap his figure around yours

And in the greed of being at the maximum level of comfort, he keeps shifting on the bed

You don’t wake up though

But he DOES scoot low enough for his face to be pressed into your ass

And would it really be Hyunjae if he had his face in your ass and DIDN’T shove his face into your coochie instead?

He would be careless of your sleep because his objective would shift from warmth to pussy juice consumption

He would bend your hips and crane his neck to fix his nose right above your clothed pussy

He’d take a long, deep whiff

The muted scent would make his mouth water

This is not an exaggeration

Slowly reaching for the waistband, he would be careful for once while sliding down your bottoms

His tongue poking out from the side of his lips the entire time

So focused

He’s adorable

Once your naked bottom half is in view, he’d caress the freshly exposed skin like it’s bread dough that just raised to full potential

He’d pat your butt and watch it jiggle like steamed buns

Innocent right?

No it’s not

He’d also grabs both your cheeks with his hands and pull them apart to marvel at your holes

His thumbs pulling apart your pussy lips

Did you hear that?

That was the sound of Hyunjae gulping at the view!

He would tilt his head again and poke around the crevices with his tongue

Making sure to push the tip inside your twitching hole

You would stir a little from being held open for so long but he would caress your butt into you’re back in slumberland

Once you’re back to sleep he’d resume his activities

Turning them us a notch as well

Like attaching his mouth to your pussy and sucking like his life depends on it

One hand would be pulling your pussy lips apart while the other is on his cock

He’d tease himself on purpose to put primary focus on sucking your pussy until it’s quivering

His pleasure comes second – as he always says

(Like sucking a sleeping person’s pussy isn’t HIS pleasure as well 🤨)

He’d flick his tongue all around your outer lips

Taking turns sucking small patches of skin and trying to suction at the entire pussy

Keyword: trying

It’d be a miracle if it doesn’t end up bruised and sore

He’d be unforgivably detailed when it is time for clit stimulation

Flicking, sucking, kissing, nuzzling– you name it

He does it all

He’d make terribly loud noises by sloppily sucking your juices every time a little bit drips out from your hole

Of course he wouldn’t forget stiffening his tongue and pushing it deep inside

And then wiggling it

And whining because if you were awake you’d be left incoherent but you aren’t so he doesn’t get to experience that💔💔

So sad💔

His loud slurps would make him even hornier

Until he’s cumming in his pants without any proper stimulation

And it may seem sad but it’s not because now he gets to hold you open with both his hands!!

You stir awake for sure when his dumb ass decides to pull you on his tongue

Not caring that your entire body is shuffling on the bed

“Hyunjae?”

It wouldn’t be that serious of a question because even your sleep muddled brain knows there’s only one person on the planet desperately enough to not wake you up before devouring you

It’s not like he would respond anyway

He’s too busy trying to shove deeper and deeper into your pussy

Trying to get every drop of your essence

He’d use his newly free hand to wrap around one of your legs to reach your clit

Rubbing it slowly with two of his fingers

You were already so sensitive that just a few presses had you releasing on his mouth

While you lose your breath and your legs clench

Hyunjae wouldn’t have it though

He’d hold your thighs open, turning you completely on your stomach to eat you from behind

He’d slurp up everything until your body aches from overstimulation

But he wouldn’t let up

Not until he has you pulling his hair and pushing yourself on his face to get yourself off

He would keep going at it, jaw aching and all, until you start giving him empty orgasms

Then he’d shove his head between your legs and wiggle up until he’s in your arms

He’d be smiling, eyes glazed as you wipe his wet mouth and his chin dripping in your juices with your thumb

It wouldn’t clean him up but a kiss on his sticky mouth isn’t that bad is it

No it’s not

Kissing his heated up face is even better!

He surely got warm like he wanted in the end

Even if he took a slight detour

“If you keep treating me like that, I’ll end up making love to you,” he would speak up, still sounding like he’s lost in space

“Maybe I want you to?”

“Do you really?” His dumb doe eyes would look back at you in disbelief

“If you let me make you breakfast tomorrow morning, I’ll let you thank me by making love to me,”

“Sounds quite romantic,”

“Would you prefer if it was not?”

“No. Kinda wanna romance you for all eternity,”

You’d laugh at that in adoration

“You can romance me all you want as my boyfriend,” you wiggle your brows at him

He hums, pushing his face to your chest

“I’ll answer once I see what you make for breakfast,”

You’d scoff

“Can’t believe breakfast is the deciding factor when I’ve been serving you the most delicious pussy morning, noon and night,”

“No one said you couldn’t just serve me pussy for breakfast. Besides, it’s a destined to win formula,”

#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Adonis Speaks #the boyz smut #hyunjae smut #hyunjae scenarios #the boyz scenarios #the boyz hard hours #hyunjae hard hours #hyunjae imagines #the boyz imagines #the boyz headcanons #hyunjae headcanons #tbz smut #tbz scenarios #tbz hard hours #hard hours

[complexcritterscave]

So I just found out that it’s pretty a popular headcanon in the fandom that DrRETRO was placed in solitary confinement/a padded cell while being blindfolded and shit

So I’m gonna TRY and include that into the story the best I can

Erm yup! Any who!!!!! Forgive me if I mess something up, I did a bit of research on this before deciding to write (and while writing) so I hope this isn’t dogshit 💔💔

Anyway enjoy! Or don’t you do you idk

Everything had gone wrong.

Everything was overwhelming despite nothing being around.

She couldn’t see.

She couldn’t move.

She could barely speak without cold and sharp metal poking her mouth.

The silence was deafening. She could hear everything and nothing at the same time.

And it scared her…

Every few blind steps she took she was met with soft, padded wall.

She felt like a caged bird, desperate to spread her wings and fly only to be met with the bars of her small enclosure.

Her breathing grew laboured as she struggled to keep calm.

What had she done to deserve this? Why was she being punished like this? She followed the rules, did what she was supposed to, and yet she was still forced to endure this cruel fate.

She wanted to cry, to scream, to lash out, but that would only extend her time. She didn’t wanna spend any longer in this plushy hell, she refused to stay longer.

She hated it here. She was innocent! Why was she being punished for something she didn’t do?! She felt a twinge of frustration itch beneath her skin, her ears flattened as she let out a guttural growl whilst leaning against the wall.

She wanted revenge, to get back at those who lied about her. She wanted them to feel the same way she did.

But how could she?

She was the one trapped within a rubber cell. She was the one stuck in pillowy prison. She was the one who had been locked away…

An overwhelming wave of emotions washed over her, drowning her within its currents. Despair, frustration, sorrow, anger, all mixed into a depressing cocktail that she was forced to drink.

Before long she found herself crying silently, weeping as each breath became more irregular than the last. But there was at least one plus…

No one would be able to see her state of weakness… At least not yet…

DrRETRO let out a groggy meow as her alarm clock went off, jerking her from her painful nightmare into the real. Time to get up already?! She swore just went to bed! Then again, staying awake would probably be the best decision for now… But GOD that constant beeping was more annoying than Poob’s party horn. If it weren’t for the fact that they were so darn friendly, she would’ve definitely done something about that now.

The katball swatted the clock with her paw, sighing as it was finally silenced. If it was broken, she’ll suffer the consequences later, for now, she was too tired to deal with it.

Rolling out of bed, she trudged to her bathroom, physically and mentally preparing herself to get ready for the long day ahead of her. She could only assume what the others would get themselves into…

Once ready, she put on her coat and grabbed an energy bar for breakfast. She had no clue what time it was, but assumed she had no time to sit down and eat. Besides, she’ll probably stop by the RedBall Diner or somewhere for a proper meal in the afternoon. She carefully descended down the machine’s spiral before approaching the elevator, humming quietly as she pressed the button and opened her snack.

Before she could even get a bite in, the doors had opened revealing an overly curious robot who smiled politely at her.

"Woah! A giant cat! My sensors are telling me a lot about you!"

"…"

"Based off the information I have received from my database you are apart of a species known as Katballs correct? Oh! And you speak a language similar to that of regular domesticated felines!"

"Mrrow…" «Uh, yeah…»

"This is wonderful! BZZT! Ah! Pardon me, a large stone man taught me that it is considered impolite to engage in conversation before introducing oneself. My name is Prototype!"

"Meow…" «Hello… Prototype…»

"Hm, I can’t properly translate your message, perhaps, if you don’t mind, I could stay with you for the time being and learn it? Or maybe you could teach me as to avoid language barriers in the near future!"

The katball stared at him, he was sickeningly sweet and clearly eager to learn, she wasn’t sure she could deal with that right now, especially after going through that horrible nightmare. Just thinking of it made her fur rise.

"Is everything alright? I am detecting an elevated heart rate and body temperature. Was my request too strange? I apologize for intruding! I’m just so excited!"

"Meoww…" «No you’re fine. Ah wait, you can’t understand me… Oh well.»

She signalled to the robot that it was okay with her paws, nodding as she stepped into the elevator and sighed.

"Ah… So is that a yes..? Everything is alright?"

She nodded.

"Does this mean I can stay with you for now?"

She hesitated before reluctantly nodding.

"WONDERFUL-! Oh sorry! I did not mean to shout. I was also told that shouting is impolite!"

She already regretted her decision…

The two ascended together within the elevator, Retro eating her energy bar and Prototype watching her with intrigue.

"Is this what your species eat for nutrition?"

She shrugged.

"So it varies? That’s so interesting!"

While he was a bit more active than the others, she found their enthusiasm adorable in an annoying way.

"Does this imply katballs do not have the same carnivorous diet as domesticated felines? Would this not make you omnivorous?"

He asked a LOT of questions though…

Before she could properly answer, the elevator came to a stop, letting out its iconic ding as the doors opened, before she knew it, an exhausted lamp stepped onto the elevator along with his sickly friend.

"W04H! h3llo R3tR0!!! :D"

"Good morning…"

The doctor only gave the two a curt nod, she knew that Lampert would possibly try and pester her about Infected, per usual, but as she mentally prepared herself for his questions, Prototype had spoken up.

"Oh! Are you also a robot? You seem to be artificially made! Just like me!"

"What-"

"My scanners are so far confirming my theory as well!"

"Don’t do that.."

"Huh? May I be mistaken? Are you not artificially made?"

"I am, but I don’t appreciate being scanned. It’s weird to do that without at least asking first."

"So would it be considered… impolite?"

"Uh yeah I guess."

"It seems I have many things to learn about the mannerisms of this elevator and its riders. I apologize for my impoliteness. I should have asked."

"It’s fine. Anyway… DrRETRO-"

"Meoww." «If you’re asking what I think you’re asking, I already told you there’s nothing else I can do.»

"You didn’t even let me finish."

"Mrrw.." «You’re very predictable.»

"You’re rather growly today…"

Lampert was tempted to question her, but didn’t bother pushing his luck. There weren’t a lot of things he knew about Retro but he knew enough to know not to press her buttons. So instead, he sat quietly, listening as Prototype and Infected interacted with each other.

"s0 y0u’r3 l1k3… 4 r0b0t??? y0u’r3 n0t g0nn4 try 4nd t4k3 0v3r th3 w0rld r1ght?!?!?!?!!!!"

"Uh no, I don’t think so. I don’t understand why you would think that. I want to learn about the world! Not conquer it!"

"0H!!!! th4t’s s0 sw4g br0!!! XD"

"I don’t understand this terminology, however I am assuming ‘swag’ is a good thing right?"

"h3ck y34h m4n!!! y0u’r3 4ctu4lly 4lr1ght!!! :]"

"Thank you!"

Lampert glanced back at DrRETRO, watching her quietly from the corner of his eye. She was staring at blankly ahead, her expression was difficult to read but he could tell something was troubling her. As he opened his mouth to speak, he was harshly stopped before her could even get anything out.

"Hisss…" «Lampert… Don’t…»

"Well excuse me for wanting to ask if you’re okay."

"Mrrraow.." «It’s none of your business.»

"You’re acting like a cornered lion. I think making sure you don’t lash out at anyone is my business."

That was most definitely poor wording, he swore he saw her flinch before snapping her gaze towards him. He noticed the slight pinkish tint in her pupils, growing nervous, anyone could tell you what that meant…

"HISS?!" «ARE YOU CALLING ME A THREAT?!»

"Wh- N-No! I was just making an analogy. Not trying to offend you."

He took a step back. By now Infected and Prototype had stopped talking and were instead watching the two with questioning or concerned expressions.

"… Meoww…" «Just stay out of it..»

He nodded, watching the pinkish tint die from her eyes as she looked away. An uncomfortable silence filled the elevator before being disrupted by its doors opening.

"Ah… This is our floor, come on Infected."

"1c3 cr34m f0r br34kf4st!!! s0 epik!!! >:D"

DrRETRO watched as they stepped out, being left alone with the curious robot as the doors closed.

"… Are you okay..?"

She nodded.

"But-"

She let out a warning hiss, glaring down at him with annoyance. He may have not understood her tongue, but he understood that hissing typically meant anger or annoyance within cats.

"Okay… My apologies for pestering.."

The elevator was filled once more with heavy silence. As they stopped at floors, prototype would either enthusiastically greet people or watch DrRETRO do her work. He had no clue that she was skilled in the medical field. Perhaps he should’ve done a deeper examination of her. Perhaps he should do it now. But it’s impolite to do so without asking… He’ll just ask now!

"Uh… DrRETRO? That is your name right?"

She turned towards him.

"I was wondering if you could allow me to scan you one more time? Just to add some extra information to my database!"

She stared for a moment before nodding, though she relaxed slightly as she noticed his excitement.

"Thank you!"

There was a lot he had missed about her now that he took a deeper look. She was Brazilian and had a medical license! How interesting! Her birthday is in October, specifically the 10th of October.

"I’ll have to get something for your birthday!"

She shrugged in response.

As he continued, he found some… questionable information. A warrant for arrest. Perhaps she could answer a few questions of his.

"Excuse me? Were you perhaps arrested in the pa-"

Before he could finish, she let out a hiss.

"Huh-? What’s wrong? Is that an uncomfortable subject?"

She snarled, tail lashing as she glared at him.

"I’m sorry! I don’t mean to be intrusive!"

She snorted, turning away from him. Guess that meant leave her alone for now…

As they progressed, he watched her quietly and subtly. They had eventually made it to his floor of which he gave a small goodbye and left without another word.

DrRETRO was left alone, and she was pretty glad that. She just wanted to get her rounds done and go home, maybe even take a small nap. Who knows?

As she continued to ascend, she couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease and fear. She felt like she was being watched, as if something were going to happen. She felt vulnerable and she hated it…

Each floor she stopped at, each person she treated, she felt worse and worse. Her fur had begun to rise as she rode the elevator, nothing she did could distract herself from that nightmare. Maybe she just needed someone to hang out with, just talk to! Yeah! That could help..

As she reached out to press the button to pick a floor, the elevator stopped, its doors opening to reveal a familiar caterpillar holding a small bag of apples.

"Oh… Hello!"

Pilby gave her a nervous smile, waving with one of their arms before stepping onto the elevator.

"Meowww." «Hello Pilbert."

"How are you, doctor?"

"Meow." «I’m fine as usual.»

"That’s nice! Have you been doing your rounds?"

"Mrrow." «Just finished.»

"That’s good! Where are you going now?"

"Mew…" «I was going to go see Mach..»

"Golly! Is something wrong?"

"Miau." «Just… wanted someone to talk to.»

"I get that. Mach is a great listener! But gosh, if you’ve got a problem she’ll sniff it out faster than Wallter can drink a can of grey stuff! I wonder what’s in those cans anyway… I don’t see the appeal but everyone’s got their own taste, right?"

"Meow." «True.»

Pilby nodded, falling quiet as they hummed quietly to themselves. It was rather ironic, DrRETRO was the one stressing out and panicking internally while Pilby wasn’t as much as a nervous wreck as they usually were. Perhaps it was due to the fact that the feline was aboard as well, they had gotten used to being around her after all, she typically defended them from Gnarpy when xe got aggressive or Bive when she went on her rants and rambles.

As the elevator dinged and its doors opened, the two looked outside at the floor, though Pilby was the first to exit.

"Mew…?" «What’s this..?"

"Mach’s office."

"Mrrrew?" «Since when did she get an office?»

"She’s always had an office!"

DrRETRO followed after them, the doors closing behind her as she remained quiet and glanced around. She tilted her head as she stared at the pedestals, confused by what she saw. There so many strange objects, most of which glowed. Did she like glowy things? Was she part moth or something? At least she knows the qualifications to meet to get her gift in the future; make sure it glows.

"Meoww..?" «So uhm… Where is she?»

"Probably up- Oh there she is!"

The doctor looked up, staring at the deity who watched them from, as it was called beneath the window, the living quarters. It was ominous in a way, her top-hat left a shadow on her face as he red eyes glowed dimly, her face was its usual neutral expression as she gripped her hammer in her hands.

Retro swore her heart had skipped a beat for a moment, it truly was terrifying, even though she knew she had nothing to fear. She gave a small wave, forcing a nervous smile as Mach repeated the action. Within a blink of an eye she appeared in front of the two, staring down at them as she tilted her hat upwards.

"Hello."

"Meow." «Hi..»

"Hi Mach! Uh… I got you a snack from the shop!"

"Thank you Pilby, sit it on my desk for now."

The caterpillar nodded, hurrying over with the bag and placing a bag of mini donuts on her desk before leaving the two alone. To be honest, the feline would’ve preferred if they stayed, she’d prefer more than just one other person around. It’d make her feel a bit safer and less exposed. Her tail lashed as she lifted her ears, forcing her fur to lie flat for the time being.

"What’s wrong?"

DrRETRO was jerked back to reality as Mach spoke, tilting her head ever so slightly to the side as she questioned her.

"Meow! Mrrow." «Nothing! I was just bored and wanted to just talk with you.»

"Are you sure?"

"Mew.." «Yes..»

"Are you lying?"

"Mrraow!" «No!»

"Alright. What do you wanna talk about?"

"…"

"Mw.." «I didn’t think this far ahead..»

"Tsh.."

Mach couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh, sitting in her swivel chair as Retro sat on the crates.

"Seriously?"

"Miauuu." «You try thinking of topics on short notice.»

"I will. Here’s your first one: seen that stupid rock recently?"

"Mew… Meoww mow merow." «Okay firstly, screw you… Secondly, surprisingly no. I thought that it’d be bothering me eventually today.»

"Hopefully it’s gone for good. I hated it, really annoying honestly.."

"Meow! Mrrw…" «Yeah! Plus it makes my job harder, if you only knew the amount of burn scars I’ve had to treat…»

"I can only imagine.."

DrRETRO purred, feeling better from before as she forgot of her early morning reminder of the past.

"Meow! Meew." «Oh! Met some new robot today.»

"A new robot?"

"Meowww. Merrw mwww." «Yep. Called himself Prototype. Very sweet actually, just way too impulsive as well as asking a lot of questions.»

"What, did he bother you?"

"Mrraw." «No. Not really. Not on purpose at least.»

"What do you mean not on purpose?"

"Meow." «It’s nothing don’t worry about it."

"That just makes me worry more..."

"Mrrw." «Aw, you really do care.»

"Retro.."

"Meow?! Mrroww?" «What?! I can’t joke anymore?»

"Is something bothering you?"

"Mew.." «As I said before, don’t worry about it..»

"Doctor RETRO Katball…"

"Maow…" «Uh oh full name…»

"What’s wrong?"

"Meow." «Nothing.»

"I know you’re lying and I swear I will use the hammer on you if you don’t fess up.."

"Mrrew." «Such an empty threat.»

She purred quietly before falling silent as she saw Mach grip her hammer tightly.

"How much are you betting?"

"…"

"Exactly."

"Meeow…" «Really, darling, you don’t have to worry about it. I’m fine…»

"The last time you said you were fine you collapsed on the floor from exhaustion while coughing and dry heaving."

"Meow.." «Well I was fine until then..»

"You had a fever and stayed hunched over the toilet for the next two hours!"

"Mrrow." «It was certainly an unpleasant experience…»

"Retro…"

"Meow?" «What?»

"I’m being serious about this. What’s wrong?"

"Mrraow." «You wouldn’t understand.»

She shrugged, trying to push down the swelling emotions in her chest. Unfortunately for her, Mach was persistent, gently cupping her cheeks with cold hands. Perhaps she should’ve heeded Pilby’s warning from earlier…

"Then help me understand…"

The katball pause, placing her own paws against Mach’s hands as she held her gaze. Even with her neutral and cold expression, she could still see the concern that glittered within her eyes.She let out a shaky breath, swallowing hard as she struggled to find the words.

Since when was talking about your problems so difficult?!

"It’s okay. Take your time. I’ll be here when you’re ready…"

"…"

"Mrrow…" «I… had a uhm… dream, well nightmare, last night. And it’s… It’s been bugging me all day…»

"What happened in it?"

"Meow… Mrrowww Miau." «Just… Uh… Reminded me of prison ya know? Just kind of… relived one of the worst moments of my life."

"Oh, Retro…"

"Mrrw! Mreow…" «I mean at least it’s over! Don’t understand why I’m worrying over it so much…»

Mach stared at her, her concern growing as she went on. She couldn’t even begin to comprehend how the katball felt right now. She had never been herself but she imagined it was a traumatic experience.

She sighed before pulling her close, holding her tightly as she took a deep breath.

"I know you’ve been through a lot, and I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve any of it. Just know, if you ever need anything, I’ll be here…"

The katball fell quiet, her ears flattening as she took the time to process her words. She let out a shaky sigh, her grip onto the other tightening as tears slowly streamed down her face.

Mach continued to hold her, gently caressing the doctor’s head and back as she tried to comfort her to the best of her ability.

"Mrraoh…" «Sorry for bothering you with my issues while being a giant crybaby...»

"Don’t apologize. Cry all you want, you’re not bothering me…"

"Miauu…" «Okay…»

She fell quiet, tears continuing to flow as she trembled slightly. Despite her earlier feelings of vulnerability and fear, she felt safe at the moment. She felt as if nothing could harm her, not here at least. She liked that..

"Mrrow?" «Mach?»

"Mhm?"

"Mew…" «Thank you…»

"Don’t worry about it.."

RAHHHHH YURI!!!!!!

I started falling asleep (it is 3:30 am here) towards the end so sorry for any mistakes and stuff I’ll fix them when my brains not silly and thinking of croissants. Hope you enjoyed Schmiles

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😨 Lost Horse! 🐎 PART 7. Electric guitar.

A Sabine x GN! Reader fanfic!

Hi guys!!!! So so so good to be back omg!!!! 😭❤️❤️❤️ thank you everyone for your patience ❤️ during my break I kept writing to distract myself and I have the fic all ready to go and to be posted! 🙏🙏🙏 there are . More parts than I originally planned but it’s ok the more parts the better! :D also there is some guitar playing here and I am not a guitar expert (I can barely play my acoustic💔) so if anything is wrong I apologize 😭💔 once again ty all for the patience! :D enjoy! ❤️❤️❤️

Summary: You get guitar lessons from Sabine.

Warnings: foul language.

Your first meeting with Sabine and Khaan was a bit awkward. You and Sabine talked for a bit, but since you did not know each other well you quickly ran out of topics to talk about. After you ran out of things to talk about you both awkwardly stood in front of each other. Khaan and your Lipizzaner watched as you both tried to come up with something. Nothing came up so you both stood in awkward silence. You ran out of things to say because you feared your sense of humor or interests wouldn’t match hers. She ran out of things because she felt the same way you did.

She also did not want to spill too much about herself just in case you were a spy for your dad. The second meeting wasn’t as awkward. You found more things to talk about. You talked, and she listened. By the third meeting Sabine decided to start talking more. She realized that you could not be a spy. If you were then you would have given up by the second meeting since she wasn’t talking, or you would have gotten bored. But you were still around, and you were always so full of energy. It was clear you actually cared, and you weren’t there for anyone else. You listened to everything she said, so she trusted you.

Many hang outs came after that. Most of them were in the Everwind fields. Some were in coffee shops. She learned how you liked your coffee, and you learned how she liked hers. There were a lot of things you agreed on, but coffee was definitely not one of them. After weeks of hanging out and talking over the phone you became good friends. You trusted her with everything, and she trusted you with most of her stuff. She wished she could tell you as much as you told her but what she had was heavy. She did not want to ruin the mood.

You didn’t know much about her past or about what happened the day you found Khaan. You wished to know, but you kept quiet. You wanted her to tell you when she felt ready. The stuff she could tell you always amazed you. The thing that surprised you most was that she did dressage, and she ran her own club. When you asked to join as a joke, she said you were too lame to join her club. It brought up a conversation about what would make you cool enough to join.

Which brings you to the present. You’re sitting on your couch with a guitar on your lap. In front of you Sabine kneels. She takes the hand you have on the neck of the guitar, and she gently moves it down a bit. She positions your fingers to different strings. They are now in place to form a note. When she tells you to strum you do. The guitar produces a nice sound that makes you smile “was that good?” You look at Sabine. She nods smiling back at you “good enough to join your club?”

The girl laughs she shakes her head at you “maybe learn a few more notes first.” The guitar belongs to her. Another thing you learned about Sabine was that she loved music. Her favorite band was the Miscreants. The band was highly popular in Jorvik, so it did not surprise you that she was a fan of it. She said she got her own guitar when she was younger thanks to the Miscreants inspiring her. The girl never really used it though. The guitar sat in her closet for most of its life. Only being used at random times like this one. Note learning was a first for you and a refresher for Sabine who had not picked up the guitar in a while.

“Did it take you long to learn the notes?” You watched as she grabbed your hand again. She positioned it to another note. “It took me a while but-“ she moved your fingers around “it might be different for you.” She told you to strum, and while the note played, she continued talking “you could probably learn them quickly.” She hoped you were paying attention to the placement of the notes. She had already told you which ones they were. The girl was now just showing you how to play them. “Maybe you’ll be in the Miscreants instead of my club” she watched as you went back to the other note wanting to hear how it sounded again.

“I have a good teacher, so I think I’ll learn quick” you looked at her seeing a small smile on her face. You catch a hint of pride in it. “Don’t flatter me it won’t help you join quicker” she looked down at her phone for the next note. You let out a huff resting your arm and then your chin on top of it against the end of the guitar “it was worth a shot.” You glanced at the grandfather clock in the living room seeing 7:14. Your dad was out for a meeting he wouldn’t be back until 10. You had plenty of time left to learn the notes and hang out with Sabine. You had to sneak her in, so you would also have to sneak her out it would only give you until 9:30 to hang out. The rest of the time left would be used for sneaking her back out of Valedale.

When you moved to sit up your elbow hit the tuning knobs. The knobs turned, and the strings loosened. You frowned, and you strummed the guitar. You cringed at the horrible sound of the untuned strings. Sabine looked up from her phone when she heard the ugly sound “what did you do?” She held her hands out. You handed the guitar to her “I accidentally hit the little knobs at the end.” You felt bad, you knew it could be fixed, but you still felt really bad. You hoped tuning a guitar didn’t take long. You hoped it wasn’t hard to do.

Sabine checked each string until she found the ones you untuned. “I’ll fix it” she looked up at you giving you a smile. She was letting you know it was a simple mistake. She didn’t want you to feel bad. “We can use this as a lesson for tuning” the girl stood up from where she was kneeling, and she took a seat next to you on the couch. She began twisting a knob “your stupidity ended up being useful.” She had a playful tone it let you know she was not mad, or genuinely calling you stupid. You scooted closer to her to watch her tune the strings, and she let you. The girl explained to you how to tune the guitar. You were barely listening because your heart was beating loudly in your ear. It was also beating fast, it felt like it was going to pop out of your chest. Soon all the strings were back to normal, and you listened as Sabine played each one.

“Do you know any songs?” You looked up at her hoping she did. She looked up at you answering your question with “only one.” She never bothered to learn more. Her rock star phase faded pretty quick. So quick she only learned one song before her guitar was banished to the closet. Sabine felt nervous, you were making her nervous. You were seated so close to her. Usually she didn’t really care that you were close to her, but lately it affected her more than normal. Even touching your hands and guiding them on the strings made her nervous. It felt way too intimate.

She had a guess to why she felt the way she did before she knew why. She thought maybe it was because she wasn’t used to touch. After a few sleepless nights she figured out why she was so anxious around you. She wanted to tell you she really did, but she feared it would not be mutual. The feeling was very much mutual though. If only she could hear just how loud your heart was beating. If only she knew how she made you feel. “Can you play it?” You hoped she would play it for you. Sabine nodded, and she positioned her hand to the first note in the song. “I’m a bit rusty” she played the note it made you smile.

“If I mess up don’t laugh” she moved her hand to another note. You crossed your heart it made you feel like you were on the playground again making a promise to your childhood best friend. “I promise I won’t laugh” you stayed quiet as she played the song for you. Sabine said she was rusty, but she played well. Her hands moved fluently and carefully. You felt like you were at a concert. Front row seats to- wait a minute.

You continued listening, and that was when you realized the song she was playing was a love song. Holy shit? You felt your face burn she didn’t see your blush though she was too busy playing to see it. You quickly tried to clear it while she played. The song soon ended, and the girl looked up to you “what do you think?” She went wide eyed when she saw the blush on your face. You couldn’t get it to go away.

“Was it that bad?” The girl cringed. She watched as you tried to formulate a thought. There was no way she was playing that for you, was she? You opened your mouth, and you tried to joke with her “was that for me?” You were half joking. You prayed to Aideen that it was for you. Sabine narrowed her eyes, and she tilted her head to the side a bit “huh?” She was confused by what you were asking. When she understood the question her confused look was replaced by one of understanding.

The girl laughed, and you swore you felt you felt your heart break. “Nah” she was trying to play it cool. She was freaking out as much as you were. How could she forget it was a love song? She learned that song because the guitar in the song was great. She completely forgot that there was more to the song than just the guitar part. “I just learned it for the guitar” she messed with one of the strings. She cleared her throat trying to ease the tension in the room. You frowned giving her a slow nod “that’s nice.” You felt so fucking lame. You looked down at your shoelaces.

You were about to change the subject, but Sabine felt bold. She felt brave she said, “it can be.” She took this opportunity to confess. No more dancing around it. You looked up at her “what?” Even though she was feeling brave she spoke softly. She repeated what she said this time with a stronger tone “it can be.” She wanted you to know that she was serious. She also wanted to look cool and confident. Your face got a deeper shade of red. You stared at her in shock “For me?” You mentally facepalmed. You felt like you were going to pass out. You were so shocked you stopped breathing. Maybe your reply was stupid due to your lack of oxygen. Sabine groaned “is there anyone else here?”

TY FOR READING! :D I didn’t have a specific song in mind so any song u want can fit in this :D also so happy to be back 😭❤️

#ssoblr #sso #star stable online #sabinesso #sabinessofanfic #sabinessoxreader #ssofanfic #mentioned > #khaansso #sharkpupsblogwrites!‼️🗣 #lookingforssomoots💔 #this took so long to write . bcs i was playing totk #i got that totk brainrot

[melis-writes]

Similar scene to michael looking at kay and shut the door to her face but with victoria after she cheats on him...but in michael's view of story or third person's point of view?

Omgggg drama and angst, I see!! 😭 Little too painful to write because we all love these two and their relationship so much so be prepared for lots of heartache, angst and since Victoria’s the one unfortunately doing the cheating here, a little revenge on Michael’s behalf and a very unhappy ending. 💔💔💔

Cheating on Michael was the last thing you felt you could ever do in the world, betraying yourself, him, your children and your family as a whole.

It was never even a thought that crossed your mind or something you could utter in a joke and regardless of how “normalized” having mistresses or casually having sex with prostitutes seemed in the criminal underworld, it was never accepted or brushed aside by you or Michael the way Sonny and Fredo did.

Ten solid years of marriage came with its ups and downs, fights, arguments, highs and lows, but Michael and you never went to bed angry at one another, never gave each other the cold shoulder, never screamed insults to each other or fought near the children, never let others get in the middle of your relationship nor did you or Michael ever hurt one another.

There was never a moment where you questioned your marriage or its integrity, where you stood with Michael or the love you both had for one another—physically and mentally, but you could say now to yourself as you faced your husband for what seems to be the last time until the upcoming court sessions for divorce, that he lost you to other things.

It was his absence. 1959 onwards with your youngest child—James—then two years old and the twins, nine, everything changed.

Your little family had grown in 1956 and 1957 to welcome two new baby boys but nothing could have changed the trajectory of your life and directly, your marriage with Michael like his own absence.

Michael’s longest business trips in the past took up to a week, but you were seeing two, three weeks on end. When Michael would return, he’d be exhausted and in no mood to take you and the children out on day trips, yacht rides, or sometimes even eat meals at the same time as the family.

Even at the end of a business trip, it seemed that Michael was still wired to whatever company or business partner he was working with. At times it would be all he spoke about and spending late nights until 3AM in his office continuing to work became the norm.

Your bed remained cold half of the time and every time you peeked open your eyes and looked over to see if Michael was there, he was not. When he was, he didn’t respond to your touch or cuddle against your body out of exhaustion and deep sleep.

When you awoke in the morning, Michael no longer was next to you naked and enjoying his morning cigarette but rather fully dressed and smoking while getting ready and leaving you behind.

Michael no longer had the time to tuck the children into bed, and the bedtime stories he used to read from James’ favourite book became something of the past. The children had to grow used to not seeing their father around in the mornings or the evenings, but treated rather like guests who needed an appointment just to see if there was time to hug Michael.

Michael’s absence not only become unavoidable but it quickly became insufferable. The two of you went from having sex at most three times every single day to once a week, if not once every two weeks.

It didn’t dull the physical experience of sex, but Michael went for one round only and there was less time for foreplay. The two of you still enjoyed the sex but it completely lacked the fire and energy that was put into it from both sides giving effort like the past nine years.

Things only intensified, doubled and worsened in the following months but Michael didn’t see a single thing wrong with his actions. He was present for annual family photos but he wasn’t present fully in your life or the lives of your children.

In many ways, Michael forced you to grow used to his absence and the weeks you spent crying yourself to sleep became a pain you simply accepted in your heart.

You spent that period of time trying to talk to Michael—trying to tell him how he was splitting the family apart with his absence and that it was becoming clear to not just you but the children and Michael’s own brothers that Michael was choosing the family business over his own family every single time.

The communication you tried to get across to Michael was ignored completely or resulted into fights and arguments. Gone were the days of not going to bed mad at each other or no cold shoulders; the cold shoulder was all you knew from Michael.

Even when you tried to seduce him by wearing a new, sexy piece of lingerie and lingering around the doorway of his office, Michael glanced up from some paperwork and simply told you, “I’m busy.”

That night, you returned to your bedroom in tears throwing off your lingerie and practically trying not to tear it out of anger. You were uncomfortably aroused and wanted intimacy and time spent alone with your husband but Michael pushed you aside every single time.

A year into this and your heart knew it wasn’t worth the wait or the useless effort. You began to return back to the courthouse for work instead of doing so from home and Michael neither noticed or cared.

You spent every bit of free time you had with the children to essentially play the role of both mother and father to them but felt miserable seeing little James grow up without Michael’s full presence like the twins and Vincent had as toddlers.

But the misery you had in your relationship only remained in your relationship. The rest of your family members, in-laws, and even coworkers and colleagues at the courthouse treated you no differently and you found yourself working twice as long because you enjoyed their company.

Being touch starved was another thing, and you gave up on Michael ever touching you or spending the same amount of time with you again. You didn’t try or ask anymore and it stopped bothering you when your path collided with an old colleague from Darmouth once again; Salvatore Romano.

Salvatore had been transferred from New Hampshire to Nevada and preferred the courthouse to personal, smaller cases like yourself. It was a reunion you never thought you would look forward to and the glance the two of you shared during the welcoming party told you that you wouldn’t have to feel alone for long.

So you didn’t. When you’d normally finish your work for the day or court was adjourned, you’d head home, but you stayed back with Salvatore. You watched him finish his work, wrap up his cases and learned from him as much as he learned from you.

You came to work early to enjoy coffee and breakfast with Salvatore, reminiscing about the old college days. The two of you worked on the same cases with each other and all seemed like friendly time spent together until the two of you shared a kiss after work.

Hidden kisses in the dark led to little trips to Reno together where you were able to disguise yourself well from any media attention. There was a thrill in seeing Salvatore in secret and he spent every last bit of his effort and free time giving you the love he yearned to do so in college.

You were drowning in affection and love and you confirmed it to yourself then that this was your dirty little secret you couldn’t help but enjoy—your affair that nobody suspected because of the double life you lived with Salvatore and Michael.

Michael did not suspect a thing and he couldn’t because of his own absence but you told Salvatore everything. You burst into tears during a dinner date at his house and explained everything that had been happening to you with Michael for the past year.

It led to the dinner remaining cold and unfinished, but the bed warmed with the two of your moans filling the room. You then learned what the meaning of being touch starved was and as you found yourself falling more and more for Salvatore but also still madly in love with Michael, you told yourself that with the person you are and the lifestyle you live, you could definitely have it both ways like Michael did.

But you couldn’t. Michael may not have cared about your work habits but your prolonged absence from him—not your children—was not a case of “two can play at that game”.

He did not send any of his men to watch you or insist on any bodyguards, but rather he left you alone. And then one day, Michael had Tom call your receptionist with a false name as one of your clients from reading it off of your case notes and asked how long you’d be staying in the office for.

You always came home at 3PM, 5PM at the very latest when everyone had finished their shifts at the courthouse. Your receptionist told Tom you wouldn’t be home until 10PM.

Tom had followed you out of the courtyard that rainy evening to Salvatore’s apartment. He was unable to hear or see anything except make out your silhouette behind the curtains from the window, and seeing you two embrace and kiss confirmed it all for him.

There was always something inside of you ready to leave Salvatore and back to Michael for good if he was just there for you—if things could have gone back to normal. You were still madly in love with your husband after all, and Salvatore didn’t know this.

Perhaps with everything that you’d been through now and the decisions you made, you should be saying “good riddance”, or perhaps not even feeling a semblance of shame in yourself.

At the end of the day, you weren’t prepared for the consequences to your actions and that meant Michael taking custody of all of the children and forcing you to allow him to do so otherwise he’d blackmail you into exposing your corrupt practice and your affair with Salvatore.

The two of you spent an entire week screaming at each other, fighting, even leaving the compound and refusing to be around each other as Tom prepared the divorce papers. Hearing the children cry and beg for their mommy and daddy to stop fighting was the norm for you and Michael.

“Do I even have to ask why you disgraced our family? Our marriage?” Michael spoke to you through gritted teeth as your back pressed against the front door.

“You have to stop asking yourself stupid questions you already know the answers to.” You said back with tears in your eyes. “You did this to us, not me.”

“I never cheated on you, I never once looked at ANOTHER WOMAN!” Michael bellowed, causing the children to cower in the hallway as they listened over. “I would NEVER do that to you and our family, no matter what! And to think I expected the same goddamn decency from you after ten years of marriage only to see you’ve been warming the bed of that lawyer—how fucking utterly pathetic are you.”

“Go ahead, Michael.” Your throat tightened with emotion. “Do it. Say all of your mean things, it’s not like our children are listening.”

“MY CHILDREN!” Michael points an accusing finger at you, sneering. “They’re MY children from now on. They’re not yours. You can live in regret everyday for the rest of your life because you will never see them again, do you hear me?”

“You’d be surprised,” you whispered, but your comment back was not taken lightly by Michael.

“Get the hell out of my house—“ Michael grabbed at your arms, pulling you away from the front door by force before throwing the door open and shoving you out. “GET OUT!”

You cried out and stumbled onto the cobblestone pathway, almost falling onto your side but shakily regaining your balance.

“You will never see my face again, you will never be able to visit your family here again.” Michael gripped the doorknob so harshly that his knuckles turned white. “And once all the paperwork is in order, you’ll go back to the way you wanted everything to be; just Victoria Ferrari.”

“You’re throwing me out of my own home.” You scowl back at Michael, “simply signing a few papers and screaming at me about it isn’t going to be enough!”

“I get what I want every single time, Victoria.” Michael raises his voice above yours. “And I promise you that if you go against me, I will make you and that Romano’s life a living hell.”

“Mama!” Verona burst out into tears as she tried to rush to the door with Nicole, James and Vincent—all of the children crying silent tears while being hidden in the hallway but unable to take it any longer.

“I wanna see Mama!” Vincent burst out sobbing.

“MAMA!” James shrieked as he extended his little hand out to you but Michael began to pull him back from the door.

“STOP IT!” You screamed, lunging for the door only to find it slammed abruptly in your face and immediately locked. “Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!” You crumbled to your feet, sobbing in anguish against the door and pounding your fists over it until you the children’s cries grew quieter and they were taken to their rooms.

You didn’t even bother to move or comply when Michael’s men came to forcibly remove you off the compound’s grounds—the same men who put their lives on the line countless times for you in the past ten years now hauling you out like a wild animal.

As you were taken to the front gates of the compound and about to get in the back of a vehicle that would take you to the airport to board the next flight for New York, you looked up at a figure you didn’t recognize by the gates.

Just as you raised your head, you gave the photographer at the compound the perfect headshot of you for the papers, but before you could react in any way possible to knowing your name was about to be smeared all over the press, you noticed something else too.

The photographer held his camera in one hand and reached out to grab his pistol from the pocket of his dress trousers with the other.

All happening back to back in one split moment, your eyes widened as the last thing you heard from the assassin was: “Michael Corleone sends his regards.”

#godfather au #prompts #Michael corleone #Michael corleone x reader #Michael corleone fanfic #moth to flame fic  #moth to flame fanfic #michael corleone x oc #godfather x reader

[voxofthevoid]

ASK MEEEEME. 1) what’s a fic of yours that broke your heart and 2) what’s a scene that made you laugh and 3) go on, show us the goods, share a tidbit from a tasty wip :3

FANCY SEEING YOU HERE

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

For MCU, this series, especially the first part. The irony is that I started out intending to write some dirtybadwrong porn, and instead, I wound up with one of the rare fics that made me cry while planning/writing. The tears in the comments were very satisfying though. And so was @kocuria's reaction.

For Bleach, nothing I've posted so far is particularly angsty, though the Older!Ichigo fic does have some wistful vibes in the first chapter. But if you remember that "Ichigo keeps dying and reincarnation, while Grimmjow chases his soul around" fic, then yeah, that one was born from me marinating my brain in an idea that broke my heart a bit.

🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

I'm very proud of the summaries of both the tentacle fic and the omegaverse fic. A few people told me the summaries made them give it a shot, so mission accomplished too. On the whole though, I can never write humor on purpose. Characters willing, it flows organically, or it doesn't work at all. The few times I tried to write crack, it...ended up not crack.

🤲 Would you share a tidbit from a tasty wip? (yes, I replaced the actual question with your version; I like it better.)

So, uh, Hymn, buddy, pal, that JJK fic is currently at 14k and climbing. Yes, I said it wouldn't go over 10k. Feel free to laugh at me. Anyway, here (warning for unedited...everything):

“Is this payback for all those times I hauled you around?”

Yuuji looks genuinely surprised by Satoru’s question. “What are you—oh. You did do that a lot, didn’t you? Back when I lived in your basement.”

“Guess it’s not payback then.” Satoru smothers the mean and utterly unwarranted temptation to prod at how much of those days Yuuji has forgotten—or, not forgotten so much as let fade to the background. Frankly, it’s impressive how he remembers the details whenever Satoru brings things up. Human minds aren’t built to store centuries’ worth of memories, but Yuuji remembers everyone he’s ever loved. He remembers their lives and deaths. He’s only hazy about the years in between, when he was alone and waiting—waiting to die, waiting for the world to end. Satoru’s not sure. He doesn’t think Yuuji knows either.    

Human minds—but Yuuji’s not human, not anymore.

He’s still frowning, eyes distant the way they get when he’s struggling to remember that far into the past. Satoru waits patiently; he should be commended for that, given how he’s being held bridal style by the same student he once hauled around like a sack of potatoes. It’s comfortable though. Yuuji has felt like a rather warm slab of rock in the shape of a man in all the time Satoru’s known him, but there’s just enough give to his flesh that Satoru’s content to just hang out in his arms.

“No,” Yuuji says eventually. “If it were, I would be carrying you like a misbehaving puppy. That’s what you did, right?”

“Hey! I resent the implications. On your behalf, of course. You were a very good puppy.”

“Then you were just mean.”

Satoru shrugs, and Yuuji very kindly adjusts his hold. “You weren’t complaining at the time.”

“I wasn’t going to ask you for piggy-back rides, sensei.”

“You could have! It’s not like I’d have denied you. Now, are you going to just stand here holding me? Because we can do that sitting down—except I might starve to death first. And that would—”

“—be lame, I know, I know,” Yuuji completes with a sigh. “Hold on. Unlike some people, I can’t just warp wherever.”

No, but what Yuuji can do instead is jump. Real fucking high.

It might as well be flight.

It’s an impressive application of cursed energy, and Satoru’s reminded of Megumi’s account of his fight with Sukuna after that disastrous mission that got Yuuji killed the first time. Every now and then, Yuuji’s feet touch the ground—soft sands, hard concrete, bare earth—for a fleeting second, and then they’re back in the air. It whips at Satoru despite the protective cocoon of Yuuji’s arms, chapping his lips and threatening to tear his blindfold off his face. Rather than engage Infinity, he closes his eyes and turns his face to Yuuji’s chest, nuzzling into warm flesh. This butchered, bleeding corpse of a world has already ceased to engage his curiosity, but Yuuji is another matter entirely. Satoru likes the heat of his skin and the steady beat of his heart.

If he turns the full force of Six Eyes onto Yuuji, he’s treated to a microcosm of desecrated humanity.

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#thelionshoarde #ask meme #goyuu #jjk snippets

[crazycookiecrumbles]

💔 another one bc I’m big brain energy and didn’t scroll down to bottom of the op 🤣🤭

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

of mine? LOL YES. Scream For Me! It was going to be a one-shot originally, but I REALLY liked the premise and then couldn't stay with the thought of an unhappy ending.

But, TBH, every time I write Stark!Verse and I have Morgan in there somewhere and Tony comes up, my eyes are pouring as I write out any mention of Morgan missing Tony or comparing her to him

#jordiepoozle #we working them big brains today

[josiebelladonna]

auditing my own natal chart because it’s getting hot again and why not ✌🏻

✨️Mars dominant ❤️‍🔥

followed by Uranus & Saturn

✨️Moon (chart ruler) is 5th dominant, Pluto is 4th

✨️ Aries, Aquarius, and Cancer dominant

✨️Lord of the 1st and 2nd in the 8th

✨️ Mars trine Pluto (full of energy, often of the sexual nature)

✨️ Mercury trine Mars (passionate and intense)

✨️ Mercury trine Pluto (powerful, strong mind)

✨️Mercury conjunct Venus (sweet, artistic); Mercury/Ceres/Venus at 0° to 4° Aries (art is different from what you usually see, vibe is very fresh even as I get older—especially as I get older; nestled in the constellation of Pegasus, which is often prominent in those considered “far out” or bizarre)

✨️ Eros in Aquarius (kinky as hell)

✨️ Eros sextile Mercury and Venus (expresses sexuality through art)

✨️ Moon conjunct Vesta (very intuitive; I’ll often say something in an offhand manner and then the next day it’ll come up again in conservation to of great extent or it’ll be on tv or trending)

✨️ Saturn conjunct Pallas Athena (down to earth in the weirdest way; I was often told that I’m “wise beyond my years” growing up)

✨️ Saturn trine Ascendant (i seem older, hit 17 years old and stopped aging; attracts older people, often men)

✨️ Pluto in late Scorpio in the 5th house (art has a sexual vibe to it even when I don’t intend for it to be; the creative process is cathartic and intense)

✨️ Jupiter in Libra in the 4th house (big wide hips; big breasts—like Dolly Parton or Beyonce big)

✨️Asteroid Chariklo rising (very soft, tender image that doesn’t seem real even to me at times; all about healing the body by being gentle with it); Chariklo in Cancer (boundaries are paramount)

Mikael Åkerfeldt of Opeth has Cancer Rising with Moon in Aquarius: very adaptable to different surroundings with completely different audiences to them (Opeth having gone from straight death metal to proggy-death metal to simply straight progressive metal; Bloodbath being death metal)

✨️Asteroid Juno rising (very big heart that’s often misunderstood)

✨️ Fixed star Sirius rising (the artist’s star)

✨️Lilith in the 10th (very intense sexual energy, rebellious, nonconforming, independent, known for a darker creative side without shame or guilt, known for creative outlets of intense emotions, “it either has to be fun or don’t bother”)

✨️ Lilith conjunct Mercury (rebellious mind; way of writing is very odd and I constantly struggled in writing classes because of it)

✨️Lilith in Pisces (Sexual illusions, romantic, escapist) 

and now the awful things 💔

💔 Chiron in the 2nd house (body seen as inherently wounded and useless; dysfunctional relationship with food)

💔 Lilith conjunct MC (father is a recovering alcoholic and addict); MC in Pisces, the sign of drugs and alcohol as well as all things hidden; Neptune in Capricorn (Capricorn represents longevity—he admitted it to me when I was 18 but didn’t begin sobering up until I was 21)

💔 Lilith conjunct Mercury, Mercury rules the 4th house (conversely, my mother was often absent growing up, working long hours during the week when I was in elementary school and fighting with my dad when I was in middle school and high school until they finally split in my senior year)

💔 Chiron opposite Moon (ultimate outsider, body shamed from a young age) and square Pluto (intense pain, often feels powerless and helpless to do anything useful; developed an eating disorder at 11 years old)

💔 Chiron in Leo (often feels unloved; the way I love and express myself was rejected and ridiculed from a young age)

💔 Saturn in the 9th (confusion about faith); Saturn in Aquarius square Pluto (I witnessed the systemic abuse of organized religion first-hand, courtesy of the most cultist religion I know, the Jehovah’s Witnesses—coincidentally, I’m currently witnessing atheists be exactly like this while being shitheads to actually good faithful people)

💔 Saturn ruling a whopping three houses of my chart, the 7th, 8th, and 9th (though I was never physically abused myself, and even as distant as they were my parents protected me from a lot, I still feel the generational trauma. Body shamed as a child, told ad infinitum that I’m pure Irish at 11 years old—we’re actually a whopping 16% Irish; I’m more Belgian and French than Irish—I have Portuguese ancestors who escaped a ruthless dictatorship, and Baltic ancestors who escaped persecution plus the Soviets, and Scandinavian ancestors who escaped the First World War and then the fucking Nazis… my family also has roots in the southern United States during colonialism and… you can kind of figure that one out)

💔 6th house cusp at 29° Scorpio (depression, staring death in the face, diseases are everywhere—I got so germaphobic during the pandemic—incredibly cautious of who I get involved with lest I contract something horrible; sexuality is my greatest source of extreme anxiety and angst)

💔 Moon in the 8th house (emotional life is full of ghosts, monsters in the closet, occultism, and past trauma; whether or not I experienced it is a whole other ballgame)

💔 Moon in Aquarius (spent most my childhood in a trailer park and the rest of it at either my uncle’s house or my grandparents’ house, learned to be autonomous from a young age, became major loner after we moved from Nevada to California in the middle of the 4th grade); Moon is peregrine (unaspected; vulnerable to bullying)

💔 Saturn in Aquarius (major loner; i don’t think anyone would want to get to know me so I hold back)

💔 Venus retrograde (the way I love was rejected from the beginning), Venus square Ascendant (“I’m ugly, don’t look at me”), Venus in Aries (“everyone else does it better than me”, and art is often the butt of the joke), Venus opposite Jupiter (prone to weight issues; got tired of being asked if I’m seeing anyone and that “I’ll find love someday” a long-ass time ago)

💔 Jupiter square Ascendant (rather than praised for being me, I was laughed at or criticized; with Chiron in Leo and dominant point in Aquarius, I was one of those kids who thought outside the box—explains why I was in stem school for as long as I was, everyone told me that I should be in engineering because of this). Apparently, Jupiter in Libra fused with a heavy point in Aries makes you prone to play devil’s advocate. 😅

💔 Venus quintile Uranus (was often told to go to school to do something lucrative, rather than encouraged to be myself—to this day i still hear this.)

💔 Mars opposite Uranus (erotic and unpredictable in terms of temper), Mars opposite Neptune (impressionable, am often beaten down by those who claim to love me—“if you actually put me first, swallowed your pride, and put the fucking meth pipe down, you wouldn’t be telling me to find work you would encourage me to be myself”), Sun square Mars (passionate and restless; to say my parents left their mark on me is an understatement)

💔 Mars rising (temperamental, I admit that I get carried away at times); Mars in Cancer (wounded Mars; I find it hard to really express certain things, for example desire)

💔 Jupiter in Libra in the 4th house (really big in the chest department: you would think that someone as chesty as me would've been seen as sexy in high school- haha, nope. People often thought they were fake, they're so big.)

💔 My wounded Sun rules my 3rd house, Mercury opposite Jupiter, Moon in Aquarius rules my Ascendant plus my 2nd house, Chiron in the 2nd house near the brim of the 3rd (went through a period in high school where I would get “cottonmouth” so I often refrained from talking to anyone and it got me labeled as “the quiet one” i.e., I know shyness, god damn it; I speak with a stutter; brother’s kind of an asshole and yet another example of religious bullshit)

💔 Sun in the 11th house; lord of 11th house is in my 1st (thriving on an app like Threads, sinking like a stone on sites like Tumblr and Facebook; with the prominent Uranus and point in Aquarius, I actually want to get along with people younger than me, but I often feel unequipped to do such a thing)

💔 Heavily aspected Pluto, Saturn square Pluto, Uranus and Neptune at an angle (I feel like I disappear into the background, like no one actually knows me… mainly because I’m often put on the spot and I don’t know what to say or do. Everyone thinks I do nothing all day when I’m goddamn building fictional worlds from the ground up and I get praise from the most random of people)

💔 Nessus trine Ascendant (I was never abused but I was bullied and exiled, and I have a dysfunctional family that wants me to be like them—probably why i don’t really write about abuse in my fanfiction or original fiction, and I find people who do put it in fanfic as unsettling; even worse if it’s in the second person/ ____ x reader format); Nessus inconjunct Venus (my self-esteem wavers a lot, though)

and I have no 12th house placements but Venus does rule my 12th house from the 10th (and I have MC in Pisces and the prominent Neptune). If you read any of my writing, you’ll probably see a theme of hidden hedonism or running from it, or a running theme of trying to survive in a world gone wrong. Blood & Chocolate is an explicit example of hidden hedonism, so is Like Blood from a Stone and Flowers for Alexander (to an extent; that one’s more about closure, a 12th house theme oddly enough). Fever was just about life, with the theme of survival coming into play by the third act; Love is Not Enough is this big time; the new one Neptune’s Spear is all these things and more. Also, notice how all of these titles pertain to the signs of Pisces/Neptune, Aries/Mars, and Taurus/Venus: blood, fever, and spear = Aries; chocolate, flowers, and love = classic Venus; and of course, Neptune.

#i hope i’m clean #astrology #personal #text #not an astrologer

[flwoie]

sending again cuz it didn’t go through~

ooh well if u need help with ateez, or the ateez research lmk cuz they’re my ult lol

and oml i know what u mean!!! i love daydreaming stories up and watching the movies roll in my head! and i also feel ya, i had a series in another fandom but i lost motivation so it now resides in the trenches of my drive lol

aww and friends are the best 💗 hmm as for me i love writing poems to ease my thoughts, listening to my comfort songs like “light” by ateez or energy-boosting songs like paradoxxx invasion + happy fools, and i also like watching YouTube vids of my faves (and soon-to-be faves too lol!)

qotd: what are some of ur favourite things to read? for me, i really like fantasy and protective main leads 😊

oh and one more question~ is this time good to send asks? or is my usual time better? i did it roughly 12 hours apart (e.g if i usually send my ask at 1pm, i’m sending this one at 1am in my timezone)

have the best day/night!

-3

thanks for offering help 🫶🫶 i’d love to learn more about ateez :)

daydreaming about stories is the best, it’s like watching a free movie even tho sometimes my attention span is low so i do get ads (if u get my joke LMAOOO) there’s this one story i wrote and it’s almost been a year since i wrote it and i only have less than 200 words written down 😭😭

u write poems?? i’d love to read them if u don’t mind and yess music and watching is so comforting, i haven’t heard of light so i’ll go listen to that rn !!

my answer to ur question: tbh i don’t read any genre outside of romance & fantasy, it’s an obsession atp 🤒 whenever i go to the library, i always try to find the really good romance books but sometimes i’m always left with the horrible ones 💔💔 i tried reading horror and sci-fi cause i heard my crush likes writing them (ahah my crush is also a writer 🤧🤧) and i could not even finish the first chapter 😭😭 anyways moving onto characters, i’m kinda picky about the trope between the main character and their love interest. i HATE HATE bully x victim and that does not equal to e2ls bc the bully x victim trope is so shitty, like there’s only one sided abuse 😭. i like any kind of trope that isn’t toxic and weird.. anyways, there’s a lot of details i love to find in books. for example, whenever im reading a book with one of the main character’s having a cast, there’s a part where the love interest would draw the two of them on the cast and there would be a little heart between them, it warms my heart sm 😭 oh and when it comes to exes to lovers (and this is specifically the kind where they had to break up for a sad reason so there’s still some mutual pining), they reunite in the most weirdest way and afterwards one of them is like “oh how are you” when they totally mean ‘how are you since our break up’ (yes i took this from a fic i read) I STARTED BURSTING INTO TEARS 😭😭😭

okay my turn to ask u a question !! what kind of tropes do u like and hate?

and i don’t mind what time u send ur asks, i’ll answer to them anyways :>

have a wonderful day/night as well my three <33

#🏴‍☠️ : sona’s anons #three anon !

[sashi-ya]

Hi may i request a one shot of ace x fem!reader where ace wokes up after the events of marineford, (au where he survives) and finds out her s/o sacrified herself for him, dying in the process. She was childhood friends with the asl brothers, so ace wakes up to a crying luffy telling him the news. I like angst im sorry😭

Hey! how are you?!. Thanks for requesting!! I wrote this little story, it's more on the short side - I usually write more words - yet for some reason I started crying on the middle of it haha, I guess I got too invested on the story 😅. I hope you like it even though it's a little short!. Thanks for reading! ~

PART 1 - Portgas D. Ace x F! Reader ~ Why isn't she here?

TW: ANGST 💔, suffering, blood 🩸.

WC: 607.

PART 2

“Ace… Ace, brother!!”, shouts Luffy. Ace is still severely injured, bedridden, tears running through his freckled cheeks. He's still asleep, perhaps having flashbacks of the… war. “L-Luffy…”, he says, opening his eyes violently, all of a sudden. “Ace… How are you? Does it hurt?”, his brother asks, desperately, also injured, but sitting next to him.

Multiple marks cover Ace’s skin. A big one over his heart it’s about to become one that skin will not ever repair… a scar, deep IN his heart. Ace tries to incorporate, but he fails. He is weaker than ever, it hurts, it hurts like hell.

“Where… where is she?” he asks, gasping for air. Luffy cries, Luffy tries to tell him, but Luffy can’t speak. He doesn’t want to be the one who hurts his brother forever, but he has to. “Luffy…where is she? Is she ok?”, he asks once again, and his voice begins to crack. Ace already knows, but he just prefers to think it was just a dream.

Luffy stops crying and remembers about Ace telling them “stop being a crybaby, I hate crybabies”, he also remembers when she used to stay with Ace when he felt alone, when he hated his father… “Ace… she… didn’t make it…”, Luffy says straight to him.

“What do you mean? What do you mean she didn’t make it? where… Where is she? you are lying… where is she?!”, Ace shouts. “She is dead, Ace… She died protecting you, if it weren’t for her, you wouldn’t be here”, Luffy tells him, trying to stop his tears from coming out.

Ace’s heart broke in a hundred pieces, and the little hope he still had seems to go away. His eyes became blurred with tears that couldn’t be stopped. He screams so loud, enough to be heard from the very opposite side of the island.

This time he stands up, pulling energy from who knows where. He runs through the little house, opens the door, and sees a big sea ahead of him. They were on the coast of Amazon Lilly. All the cables, all the bandages he had on his body fell to the floor.

He kneels, hitting his already bruised knees and hands on the ground. “Why her and not me? I couldn’t tell her how much I love her”, he shouts to the horizon. Every single injury begins to bleed, the ground receives thick red drops that won’t stop flowing… and with every single drop, Ace feels his life slowly fading away, his lover, the love of his life, his best friend, is gone. And all because of him, because of being the son of Gol D. Roger... Damn him. “She gave me back my will to leave, Luffy… it’s not fair… Luffy, Luffy, it's not fair!!!”

Luffy hugs his brother so tight, trying to calm him down, but mostly because he knows this is tearing his insides apart… “Why couldn't I protect her? Why was she there? Luffy, oi Luffy, why is she dead? Who killed her?” he asks, crying, coughing some blood. “I’m sorry brother… she... she interposed between you and Akainu… she… she received the whole fist…”. Ace looks at his brother, with fire in his eyes. He doesn’t need to speak to swear revenge… Akainu will pay... the whole Marine will.

Ace slowly closes his eyes and loses consciousness again, falling over Luffy’s arms. “I’m sorry brother, I’m really sorry…”, says Strawhat while caressing Ace’s head, hurt by the loss of his friend, but relieved to still have his brother breathing on his arms… “Don’t worry, Ace… I’m sure Sabo will take care of her up there…”

#portgas d ace #portgas d. ace #portgas d. ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace imagine #fire fist ace #ace x reader #ace x you #one piece #one piece x you #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece fanfiction #ace fanfiction

[little-spoiled-brat]

could we get prompts 1 and 9 (both sfw) with Levi?

WRITING PROMPT # 20:

“please don’t leave me”

”i’m sorry i couldn’t protect you”

pairing: levi x reader

cw: mentions of blood, violence, major character death

author’s note: i would be lying if i said i didn’t broke myself while writing this💔

- turn of events -

being born in the underground, you needed to do everything in order to survive. do bad things to live to see another day and most of the time, you life needs to be on the line to do just that.

you and levi were running out of food, saving the last bits of bread until this mission was done. it was a risky mission but you were both on the verge of starving. turning down this mission wasn’t an option.

it was supposed to be simple — get the loot, exchange it for the money, buy the much needed food and get back to levi safely. you were not supposed to get cornered in an alley by the boss himself.

surely this has to be a setup and you think levi didn't knew it was setup either.

you backed up against the wall, surrounded by men twice your size with nothing but a small knife and the skills levi taught you to defend yourself.

“it was a setup the entire time, sweetheart. levi should’ve been smarter about sending you“ the boss said, lunging at you to attack. you were quick to grab the knife you had hidden and began to take them down as much as you could.

you managed to slash the boss with your knife on the arm, blood spilling out of the wound you just created. he hissed a bit in pain, collecting some of the blood on his finger and inspected it.

“levi taught you well” he said, sending shivers down your spine. you continued to fight hand to hand with him, your energy slowly draining as you breathing started to get heavy.

with a blink of an eye, your knife was kicked from your hand and you were put into a headlock. you struggled to break free from the man’s grasp, the boss slowly walking towards you.

using up all the energy you had left, you screamed — for anyone, for levi to find you. however, your cries for help was cut short when footsteps came running in the alley you were in.

”levi-“ you started but everything started happening in slow motion. you looked down at your abdomen, seeing the same knife you were holding minutes ago plunged into you mercilessly.

your eyes caught levi’s, his eyes widened at the aight of the knife getting stabbed into your abdomen. you fell to the floor, a pool of blood surrounding you as you desperately tried to stop yourself from bleeding out.

levi took down the boss and his men, ending them with his bare hands out of anger. he was angry at them but he was more angry at himself.

he should’ve known that it was a setup, it was his decisions that ended up gotten you hurt.

you barely registered the faint outline of your lover in front of you, holding you in his arms as he tried to stop you from bleeding out.

”stay with me. i can patch you up” levi said, his voice shaking. you smiled sadly, shifting a bit to show him that the knife went all the way through you.

his heart stopped, there was nothing he could do. nothing he could do to save you.

”no, no, there has to be another way. i can take it out and- and patch you up” levi rambled as you cupped his cheek tenderly. he stopped talking upon feeling your hand on his cheek.

“please don’t leave me” levi pleaded, putting his hand on top of yours. you weakly caressed his cheek, smiling at him.

“i-i g-got the l-loot though. you c-can use the m-money to g-get food” you said, struggling to form sentences as your breathing came out labored. “y-you don’t have t-to be h-hungry a-anymore, l-levi”

“brat-“ levi started but his sobs stopped him from continuing what he was supposed to say.

“i don’t care if i starve, i don’t care about the money. all i care about is you, i can go on without food or money but i can‘t go on without you. i need you, y/n. please” levi begged, tears falling down both of your faces. you smiled, pulling him down to connect your lips with his.

levi’s tears fell down your cheek, blending in with your own as the both of you shared a parting kiss. not wanting to let each other go but fate wasn’t allowing either of you to hold on anymore.

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry i couldn’t protect you” levi said, his voice cracking from pushing back his sobs. you shook your head, assuring him as much as you could.

“y-you did p-protect me, m-more times t-than i-i could c-count. i’m so g-glad i met y-you, levi” you whispered, eyes starting to feel heavy as you tried your hardest to stay awake.

“i love you, so much“ levi choked, pressing his forehead against yours and kissing your lips repeatedly as if it would stop you from slipping from his hands if he did.

”i-i love you t-too“ you whispered, closing your eyes and savoring your last moments in levi’s arms.

levi held you tightly, pressing his lips against yours until you took your final breath and went limp in his arms.

#levi angst #levi ackerman x reader #levi x y/n #levi x reader #levi ackerman #aot #aot x reader #aot x y/n #attack on titan #aot angst #snk angst #snk x y/n #snk x reader #shingeki no kyojin #snk

[robinsarm]

Robin why. Just! Why. Please!

Alrighty then. Imma gonna request something fluffy just because I can. Gimme some Soft Sleepy Quentin, let the boi be happy when he's asleep for once. Your writing is awesome, as usual, and I wish you all the best!!!❤💔👍😢😓👍🥰

(Angst may be my forte, but I can give you some fluff as well 🤍🖤🤍)

It’s the Simple Things That Mean the Most

“Tell me it’s been a minute since you slept.”

Steve’s impromptu question startled Quentin, making the boy flinch and curl up slightly. He furrowed his brow, looking up at his boyfriend’s eager smile. Even though Steve was trying to hide it, Quentin immediately noticing the large object behind his back. 

“I was trying to get some sleep,” Quentin told Steve then repositioned himself against his tree. 

“Sorry,” Steve apologized. The teen struggled to reposition the hidden object into one hand before offering the other to Quentin. 

“No,” Quentin yawned. “I’m not moving. Just show me what you have.”

Steve scoffed, letting his arm go limp to be dramatic. “You’re no fun, you know that?”

Quentin shrugged, not wanting to argue, already knowing Steve was right to a degree. Reaching back, Steve brought the surprise into full view. The smile on his face matched that of a child bringing their mother finger-paint art to put on the fridge. It was a mud stained, green and black plaid fleece blanket.

“A blanket?” Quentin questioned, eyeing the ball of fabric indifferently. 

“Yes! A blanket!” Steve grabbed two corners and let the sheet tumble open for Quentin to see. Holes, ranging from pin sized to softball sized, covered the bottom edges of the bedding.

For the hell prison they’d learned to call home, the find was a decent one. Quentin knew he should be excited, or at least appreciative that his boyfriend had gone through the effort, but he just wasn’t. Physically, his body barely had the energy to move his head. Mentally, Quentin was spaced out, ready to slip into a dissociative stare without thinking. 

Apparently, he had done just that. Focused on one of the bigger holes in the sheet, Quentin only snapped out of his stare when Steve crouched down to his level and waved a hand in front of his face.

Quentin shook his head then rubbed at his bloodshot eyes. “Yeah, what? Sorry.”

 “I was saying I snagged this from Ormond.” Steve looked concerned and shuffled closer to Quentin. “Has it really been that long?” 

Steve was referring to the last time Quentin had gotten a decent amount of sleep. If Quentin had to be honest, he couldn’t remember. He’d taken a few short naps between trials, but those were each cut short by Freddy; his threatening presence alone was enough to shock Quentin right out of a deep sleep. Micro naps were all he could manage as of late. 

Knowing all this, all Quentin could do was shrug. There was no truthful answer he could give that Steve would like. 

Steve narrowed his gaze then tossed the blanket onto Quentin’s lap. “Let’s go then.”

“What?” Quentin asked, confused and somewhat startled. “Go where?” 

“Everyone else is getting ready to sleep. Let’s go get a head start,” Steve smiled and offered his hand again. With that, Quentin understood what Steve was saying. The tinge of anxiety he’d built thinking he’d upset his boyfriend melted away as he took Steve’s hand. The teen hoisted Quentin up without issue then refused to let go of his hand as they wandered into the forest. Quentin didn’t mind. Steve guiding him meant he could keep his tired eyes on the ground so he wouldn’t trip on roots or rocks like he was so prone to do. 

After a short stroll, Steve suddenly stopped and let go of Quentin’s hand. Looking up, he was surprised to see that they were already at their spot. 

Many of the other survivors had claimed small, flat areas of the forest near camp. Some chose to make their areas places where they could be alone, like Jake or Bill. Others, especially those in relationships, made get-away spots with partners. Ace and Felix had a large space far away from camp, Kate and Jeff had a well stocked spot for when they wanted to practice their music, and Steve and Quentin had their area. 

It wasn’t much to look at. A couple of chests held their collective things, both of them too lazy to organize either box. Steve had ‘decorated’ the space with things he’d managed to steal from other realms. There was a rotted rocking horse next to a tree he’d taken from Mother’s Dwelling. A wheelbarrow held more of their things next to the chests, another near death theft from the Hillbilly. Surprisingly, the one thing Steve hadn’t stolen he actually fairly traded. A makeshift, double-tarped hammock hung from two opposite trees, taking up a majority of the center area. Steve had taken multiple Bloody Streamer offerings and some extra iridescent shards to Wraith to trade for the thing. Stuffed on the inside were old bed sheets Steve had stolen from the Doctor’s Institute. 

“Go settle in,” Steve requested and took the blanket back. 

“You not gonna join me?” Quentin teased while heading for the hammock. 

His exhausted limbs were so ready to fall asleep with Quentin that they almost didn’t give him the energy to hop up into the hammock. Quentin managed to get above the fabric before his muscles passed out all together, leaving him to roll the rest of the way in. Quentin groaned in the comfort ready to pass out right then and there. 

“I’m just making sure you get comfortable first,” Steve answered. 

Quentin opened his eyes when he felt something fall over him and Steve’s hands running along his sides. Steve had laid the blanket across the top of him and was now tucking the edges around his frame. 

“You’re tucking me in? Am I five?” Quentin joked but didn’t fight Steve’s endeavor. 

“No, but you’re my boyfriend and you deserve to feel secure.” 

Quentin’s heart almost stopped beating for a moment. Overwhelming waves of appreciation and euphoria hit him all at once. It was calming and had him on the brink of tears at the same time. He’d never had someone treat him without wanting something in return. To have Steve as a partner was truly the only gift that could ever come out of this place. 

Quentin pulled his arm out of the blanket and grabbed onto Steve’s sleeve. “Get in here,” he demanded while pulling at Steve’s shirt. 

Steve smiled and ambitiously hopped up into the hammock once he had both sides of the blanket synched into Quentin’s sides. The boys tried their best to maneuver around each other, Steve only kneeling on Quentin a few times, apologizing with each blow. Eventually, Steve managed to slide in on Quentin’s right side, resting just a hair taller than Quentin’s head. 

“You alright?” Steve asked. Quentin assumed he was referring to the multiple kicks he’d received to the thighs, but he’d decided to take it as something else. Quentin tilted his head up and eagerly pressed his lips up into Steve’s. There was only hesitation for a moment before Steve was all over the kiss as well. 

“I couldn’t be better,” Quentin whispered as he pulled away and wrapped his arms around Steve’s torso. “Thank you, Steve,”

Steve kissed Quentin’s forehead then hugged the boy back, lacing his fingers through his hair. “Of course, Quentin,” Steve whispered back, “I’ll always be here.”

“I’m holding you to that,” Quentin mumbled into Steve’s chest, making the boy laugh. Steve planted another kiss on Quentin’s head before relaxing into the gentle swing of the hammock. Before long, both boys were asleep, firmly held in each other’s arms, not a trouble in the world able to reach them. 

#dbd #harringsmith #steve harrington #quentin smith #steve x quentin #ask

[softlimefluff]

Hey, I really like your blog ^^ I was wondering if you could cook up some wedding headcannons for polnareff pretty please👉👈

Of course, anon! Thanks for sending this one in! (I might have teared up writing it,,, yes) 💔

💎 Marriage HC

-You and Polnareff have discussed marriage and weddings for a long time—he’s such a romantic that it didn’t take long for the subject to come up once you were in a committed relationship. He’s been dreaming about the day as much as you have and  he wants to be involved in the planning process.

-After the proposal (very very romantic, of course~), he’s literally over at your place the next day with a notebook of decor and menu ideas, wanting your input. You grin sleepily and rub your eyes, saying that it’s only 6:30am and he’d better get inside and start making coffee first. You can tell that he’s genuinely excited and his energy is infectious!

-Eventually you decide to let Pol plan the menu and pick some colors and decor flowers, giving input for other things like bridesmaid dresses, theme, and cake options. You two make a good team though and you figure out how to blend your two aesthetics together to make something beautiful!

-While planning and life is going on, you’d likely have to go through some amount of marriage counseling before the ceremony and learn how intense both of you really are. It takes a little bit of talking through things and finding agreeable compromises, but you end up learning the right skills to talk through anything—gaining confidence in each other and knowing that you trust each other wholeheartedly.

-As the ceremony draws nearer, you can feel Polnareff get more and more emotional— doting on you, covering you with kisses, and not wanting to leave your side. No matter if you’ve waited to be intimate or not, I think the week before, he makes an effort to give your your space so that your first time after getting married is intentionally special.

-When your wedding day arrives, Polnareff has Silver Chariot deliver a handwritten letter to you. He’s put all his love and joy into this letter, rambling about the things he loves about you, how he can’t wait to be yours forever, and that he can’t imagine the day being any more perfect. You’re in tears by the end, glad you weren’t dressed yet, because your makeup would be an absolute wreck~

-At the ceremony, there’s a live string quartet performing, and you’re in the back of the chapel, pacing slightly with nerves. It’s not like you’re questioning your choice, you know this is right, it just feels so big and overwhelming now that the moment is actually here. 

-When you finally walk down the aisle though? All those feelings disappear, filled up completely with love for your (almost) husband Jean-Pierre. He looks so handsome in his suit and bowtie and he’s pulled his hair back into a ponytail for the occasion, looking so handsome and suave. 

-Neither of you make it through the vows without crying. Facts.

-Your first kiss as a married couple? Romantic as heck. He dips you. Everyone cheers. It’s delightful.

-The reception is every bit as magical as Polnareff envisioned, filled with flowers, fine French cuisine, and romantic music. You share your first dance, cake, and greetings with your guests. Even Joseph and Jotaro attend, old friends of his, he says, that saved his life multiple times! You listen to the stories they tell and can’t believe how far fetched they sound, even if they’re all true.

-Finally, at the end of the evening, you two escape in a convertible to get to the hotel, ready for your first night together and the rest of them after~ ❤️

#Jean Pierre Polnareff #jjba #jojo headcanons #Polnareff #wedding #marriage

[thehauntedbyhumans]

#day6 of #napowrimo is brought to you by: another excellent @christina.leigh.brown prompt; inspiration from an @adalimonwriter poem; and my own impostor syndrome plus low self-esteem. I knew this 30/30 challenge would be particularly difficult this year, given how exhausted and burnt out my work has left me. I just didn’t think, again, that I’d be this tired, this soon. (You’d think the last year of teaching would have taught me this lesson by now!) In all honesty, I am really feeling the burnout this week. This is my first ever spring break in which I don’t feel rejuvenated and ready to write, go back to work, etc. after the first few days. Truthfully, I wish it were summer already. I suspect I need like…three months to literally just lie down. 😂😭 All of that exhaustion and burnout, coupled with my lack of time or energy to read poetry or engage in my writing in a more meaningful way, has left me feeling extremely down about my writing skills. It’s hard to look at work I’ve made in years past and wonder, “damn…am I not getting any better? Was the stuff I did in 2018-2020 the best stuff I’ll ever do and it’s all downhill from here?” I hope this is not the case. But over and above that, I hope that one day, I will remember that when I was little, I started to write for no other reason than that it brought ME joy. It wasn’t meant to impress anyone. Hell, I never even originally intended for anyone to ever read my shit. I simply did it because it made me happy. I don’t want to quit writing. I do, however, want to quit this attitude I have developed about writing over the last 10-15 years: the idea that my writing has to be “good” so that I can be “good” and worthy of being alive. Here’s to writing BECAUSE we are alive. And for no other reason than that. I hope one day, I come to believe in this again. ❤️💔 https://www.instagram.com/p/CcBTd4hvIltRylYM2bwGDOU4Ekr6Ff-Zgl6n-s0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#day6 #napowrimo

[sharkpupsblog]

🌊 Beach Day 🌊

A Dark Riders and GN! Soul Rider Reader Fanfic!

Hi!!! Been so long since I’ve written a fic 😭😭❤️❤️ I’m still on my silly little break but… my brain decided to be nice to me and let me write 😳 so I had to hop on opportunity and write silly little fic!!! 😋😋😋 Check out the cool letters and the rainbow stars … they r so cute!!! Sabine fans … i am being evil to u guys now 😈 this fic has an angsty ending 😈😈😈 I have been evil to Jay and Katja fans and I had to be evil to Sabine fans as well to make it fair ❤️ the ending isn’t bad or anything just a little sad 💔 Ty @ mistfalldruid for the req!!! Had so much fun writing it!!! :D ❤️ enjoy!!! :D

You were laying down on a beach towel letting out a happy sigh as you felt your body relax. You had a busy day today. you did chores, you did some riding, you met up with your friends to do Soul Rider stuff and then you got into a fight with the Dark Riders. You got into a fight with them over an opened rift that they did not want closed. While your friends worked on closing the rift you slowly and very stealthily slipped away from the fight. Your friends did not notice you had done so until all the Dark Riders were also gone leaving the rift alone and leaving many Panda rays that came through the rift to take care of. Your friends worried where had you gone? did the Dark Riders kidnap you? did you somehow slip through the rift? You of course explained to them over the phone that you were fine, and you just had a stable emergency. You didn’t tell them that your “emergency” was actually a secret hang out with your other friends…the Dark Riders. You were in Moorland’s beach not able to go to Fort Pinta’s since your friends would quickly be recognized there. You listened to your horse who had a happy Chiyo on their back run down the beach with Khaan while Mortifa and Arcebus napped. The Akhal and Marwari had raced with your horse and Khaan and got tired after racing back and forth so they were now napping next to you. You looked to your right seeing Katja who was also laying down on a towel. She had a sunhat covering her face and you smiled gently nudging her which made her grumble “don’t fall asleep” you told her nudging her again. This time Katja moved the Sunhat so she could see you and you moved it back down making her say “fuck you” which you laughed at. “You promised you would look for shells with me!” you told her “Please don’t fall asleep!” you begged her, and she groaned moving the hat back up “I’m not sleeping” she yawned and set the hat down on the towel. The woman sat up and she stretched “I was just resting my eyes.” You huffed and sat up as well “you said that last time and then you fell asleep” Katja smiled, and she looked at the water “I’m up now” she looked back at you “come on let’s go look for your stupid shells so you’ll stop whining at me” she stood up and you stood up with her. You both walked down the beach looking for shells and Chiyo joined you when your horse and Khaan were about to race past you both. Katja looked at the sand not seeing any shells and she hummed “what do you want shells for?” she looked at you and you looked at her. You thought about it for a moment before replying with “just for fun.” Katja huffed “for fun?” she rolled her eyes “what’s fun about some stupid shells?” this time Chiyo replied to Katja’s questions “they’re pretty” she was looking at the sand trying to find shells “ that’s what makes them fun I guess” she looked up at Katja smiling at the woman who still didn’t see anything fun about seashells. You saw the dock of the beach ahead and you saw Sabine and Jay who were throwing something into the water. the two headed to the dock when you and Katja laid down to rest for a while. They had too much energy to burn off and didn’t want to wait for you and Katja to finish resting. “What are you doing?” you asked them receiving an answer from Jay who was watching Sabine throw something “trying to see who can make a rock bounce all the way to the other shore.” You let out a short laugh surprised by what they were doing, and you watched them as they kept trying to bounce stones all the way to the shore. When the rocks they had ran out Sabine looked to you “what are you doing?” she copied your question. The woman was bored she needed something to do, and she hoped you had something. You would have answered her, but Chiyo beat you to it “looking for shells!” she walked over to Sabine and Jay gently tugging on their arms “wanna help us?” you, Katja and Chiyo walked down the beach now joined by Sabine and Jay in your search for shells. When you walked by the towels you were laying on before your search you saw your horse and Khaan now sleeping with Mortifa and Arcebus.

You and Jay checked on the horses making sure they were comfortable before continuing to walk down the beach. no one found any shells, but Sabine found something better. The woman called out to everyone saying she found something and Chiyo enjoyed the find the most. Sabine found a little crab making its way down the beach and Chiyo happily followed it as it walked. She kept a good distance away from it as she followed it. you watched her follow it with Sabine while Jay and Katja sat near the water enjoying watching the waves push water onto shore. “How did you spot the little guy?” you looked to Sabine, and she looked to you “they were holding onto a leaf” she smiled “they still are actually” she let out a soft laugh and you looked at the crab seeing that they did indeed have a leaf in one of their claws. They had their claws raised as they walked which made the crab look like they were trying to fly a little kite. You let out a happy sigh today was fun it was afternoon now the sun was setting, and it gave the water a beautiful glow. You frowned at the thought of going home soon and Sabine asked you about the frown “everything ok?” she worried for you. You looked to her telling her what was on your mind “I don’t want to go home” you gently kicked up some sand “I’m really enjoying being with you all and-“ you huffed “when will we get a hang out like this again? When will I see you guys again?” Sabine smiled and she nudged you trying to cheer you up “you see us almost every day when we have to stop you from ruining our damn machines” she laughed “keep destroying them and you’ll keep seeing us.” You groaned “I know but I mean…when will I see you guys again without having to destroy anything or close any rifts?” it was hard having friends who were supposed to be your enemies. The woman frowned she was just as sad as you were about the fact that hanging out was rare due to the fact that you were a soul rider and her a Dark Rider. She nudged you again when you looked like you were about to cry and you held her hand. You loved your friends and having to be away from them and pretend you hated them really, really hurt. “We will see each other again” Sabine told you and she gave your hand a comforting squeeze “it might take long but you can be patient right?” she gave you a sad smile and you sighed nodding. “I can be patient” you both went back to watching Chiyo who had found more crabs and you held back tears at the thought of having to wait ages before being able to experience this again.

TY FOR READING ❤️❤️❤️

#ssoblr #sso #star stable online #sabinesso #jaysso #katjasso #chiyosso #darkriderssso #soulriderssso #ssofanfic #sharkpupsblogwrites!‼️🗣 #lookingforssomoots💔

[nelz-coral]

This is going to be a lot so read it carefully. Read it multiple times if you have too ….3 am trying to sleep and I’m up yet again… trying my hardest to understand… understand why I’m alone when I don’t want to be, understand why I am hurt when I shouldn’t be, understand why I’m here and you’re there when it’s not how I want to be, understand if love is so strong why all this…

I woke up looking for you, I woke up missing you, I woke up needing you, I woke up…. I think I’ve cried more in the last 2 days of actual hurt… than hormone based.

Looking for you: being with you made me whole. I am whole but you had been the missing part of me. The parts of me that had been taken and trampled had started to become whole again. Waking up unsure and scared most nights all I had to do was reach over and I knew you were there. Even if we didn’t talk or I didn’t wake you I knew you were there…I felt protected.

Missing you: I hate it. Never thought I’d have to miss you. Never wanted to know, feel, endure missing you. Not sure if it happens to you 🥺😭

Needing you: when I say I need you… I mean I needed your help. I needed to be heard, I needed to be held, I needed my partner, I needed my other half, I needed YOU. I needed to cry in your arms, I needed to be loved. I need you but I am literally dealing alone. Honestly death would have been better than coming back from the hospital to all this. I don’t have the energy to feel like I’m just a fuck up.. or that I can’t look to you. I’m tired of being my own backup… so yes I Fucking NEED YOU!

I never said I was stepping back I said I was laying low…. Low on expressing my emotions online, low on what I was writing, laying low as to not aggravate you more…You’ve misinterpreted my words. Just know I’d never treat you the way I’m being treated.

You may not think you’re doing anything with being short and distant with me…but you are… and deep down you know it. And if you don’t know I am telling you… it fucking hurts! It hurts so bad 💔 I don’t deserve this pain.

You told me the other day: “I just got you back in my life.. I’m not trying to lose you!”

So stop all this craziness and embrace me.. enjoy me.. love me… let me enjoy, love, embrace, care, and be there for you!

I’m sorry if you getting hurt at work the other day was my fault, and I’m sorry I don’t seem to be making anything better.. im sorry!!! 😞😢🥺😭