#and your adorable quarantine hair

[pigeonpeach]

Genshin men as cats!

Prompt: the genshin men are temporarily turned into cats for one day and you as their lover must take care of them and make sure they stay safe

A/n: idk what happened but apparently half of the post got deleted? I’ll have to rewrite it later ;(

Ayato

Oh he’s not happy. He’s probably a shorthaired white cat in terms of appearance. But he is quite annoyed with this predicament. No one is allowed to tell anyone that the Yashiro Commissioner is suddenly a cat. But being a cat is nice. He can lounge and nap all day. He’s probably demanding of attention though. He simply must have your eyes on him. He adores being brushes so lovingly too. Maybe he should have you brush his hair when he’s back to normal.

Al Haitham

Virtually no change. He may still try to read though he won’t be able to turn the pages as easily. He doesn’t mind a few pats but he mostly prefers to be left alone in the nice warm sun to nap the day away. He’s definitely a grey tabby.

Kaveh

He is so distraught! He meows a storm in fustration as he finds he is completely incapable of finishing his projects! You simply must take care of him! You need to have him strapped in like a baby carrier on your chest because he’s just so clingy. He needs constant reassurance and attention. He’s so needy but so cute. Probably a cute little cream colored kitty.

Kaeya

He is also probably a bit annoyed. While yes he gets a complete day off, he can’t do much as a cat. So he’ll probably try to find some entertainment if you don’t keep him thoroughly entertained. He will find a way to sneak out and go play with Klee or annoy Diluc if you don’t keep him in your grasp at all times.

Neuvillette

He is very confused but also curious. On one hand this form is verrrry different than he’s ever had before but its also very beneficial to him. People are far less intimidated and strangely he enjoys being coddled and pet more than he would. Of course miss Furina is teasing the crap out of him but he doesn’t really care. Sitting on your lap, small and warm. Its such a unique experience he will probably never have again.

Wriothesley

Once the dust settles he’s quite relaxed. This is temporary so might as well enjoy it. Sigewinnie has become very attached to him as she constantly makes sure he’s okay. But in particular he loves being held by you. He’s used to being the big strong man who lifts you all the time etc etc. its nice actually being the reverse here. He gets fed special fish from the cafeteria and gets to spend his day in your arms! The perfect break for him! He’s almost sad it’s temporary but he knows he can’t stay like this forever.

Childe

Oh he’s mad! Even when it’s confirmed to be temporary, he is annoyed! How can he improve his fighting skills if he’s a kitty! Sure he’s a adorable little kitty of course but he looks like a baby! Oh his ego is in shatters. It’s unfortunate too because it wasn’t even around his family so he could play with his little brother at least. He’s practically quarantined to keep him safe. He can’t go on kitty adventures. Therefore YOU must make it up to him. He spends his time sulking and trying to play with anything he can. Dangling uniform piece? New toy! Someone’s foot? New toy! He bites! He meows! He hardly naps. He does love cuddling with you though. Still he’s a ball of energy and he cannot simply sit still for long! No doubt will his office be trashed. You’re making him clean it up once he’s back.

Thoma

Stressed! So stressed! He has so many chores! He cannot hold a broom with two paws! You have to make arrangements for him to have the day off which was hard because everyone was upset by his sudden cancellation. Even so he tries to help. He tries to drag the broom but it doesn’t do anything unfortunately. Oh he feels so useless. You must pamper him. Lavish him with kisses and gentle praise. Call him the cutest little kitty in the world! Oh he’s such a affectionate boy too. He acts like a cat with separation anxiety almost. He cannot sleep if you’re not there with him. Therefore you end up spending the day with him, trying to dissuade him from trying to clean a mess and just making it worse, distracting him with a warm blanket and pets.

Zhongli

He probably did so on purpose actually. Perhaps he was a bit bored and decided to spend the day exploring Liyue from a different perspective. It was quite fun for him actually. He watched as people came over to pet him. Unfortunately they also tried to feed him seafood which wasn’t too good. But after the long day he returned home to see you panicked as to where he could be. He decided to come on over to you, still in his cat form, and distract you. It worked as he helped you relax.

You werent too amused when you found out that cat that broke in was him.

Pantalone

He is quite annoyed. Angry in a more agitated way. Don’t mess up his fur! Pet him properly! Don’t ignore him now! He is a demanding little feline. He is not content unless you are entirely focused on him. He even wants you to break up the fish ro serve to him. He isn’t going to eat like a animal! Oh but he is such s cute kitty. Entirely black with big expressive yellow eyes. Oh you can’t help but comply and spoil him a little more! And he has such lovely fur! He does like hearing your gentle praises as you pet him. He never knew how lovely it felt to be small, sleeping on a nice warm lap, being gently brushed, and told sweet little compliments. He may actually want to do this again sometime.

Diluc

Biggest drama king! How can he protect you or Mondstadt like this! Therefore you cannot leave his sight or he’s convinced you will immediately die. You must stay with him so he can protect you? He is a very warm kitty though so it feels nice to snuggle with him. His fur is a bit messy so you’ll have to brush it. Despite him trying to stay vigilant he ends up falling asleep quickly.

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[infinitystoner]

Always Forever

Masterlist

Pairing: Loki x GN!Reader Summary: When a mission goes wrong, there’s only one person whose comfort you crave. Word count: 830 Author’s note: Just a fluffy little Loki drabble for @sarahscribbles! 

I am resilient. I am safe.

You slowly exhaled, repeating the mantra over and over again in your head. Bruce had assured you that the exposure to the HYDRA-developed chemical was likely nothing. However, out of an abundance of caution, you, Natasha, and a few other agents were now in quarantine until he could determine exactly what had happened during your botched mission. 

You paced back and forth as you waited for an update. It had been hours now, and the monotony of the bio-containment facility was beginning to take its toll on you. The endless beeping of machines and whirring of fans filled the small room, and you found yourself longing for fresh air. And sunlight. And Loki. 

He hadn’t tagged along on your most recent misadventure since the assignment had been a seemingly simple one: hack into the outlying HYDRA lab’s mainframe, extract the data files, and be on your merry way. But maybe if he had been there, things would have gone differently… 

Turning on your heel, you frowned as the lab curtain concealing the hermetically-sealed door faintly rippled, the all-too-familiar scent of ancient leather and sandalwood infiltrating your senses. 

“I know you’re here,” you murmured cautiously before Loki peeked out from behind the curtain, flashing his signature grin.

“Darling, I– ”

“You shouldn’t be in here, Loki,” you interrupted, but your words lacked conviction. Despite your frustration, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief at the presence of the tenacious god before you.

He huffed, but his expression softened as he moved closer. “Your concern is admirable, dove, but I assure you, there is nothing in this realm that could keep me apart from you. Especially right now.” 

You bristled at the thought of him putting himself at risk by sneaking into the isolation ward, but a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. His warmth was a stark contrast to the sterile environment, and you leaned into him, soaking up his comforting embrace.

Loki brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his brows slanting upward as he peered into your eyes. “Certainly, you realize I couldn’t just stay away,” he said, voice laced with concern as he moved his hand to gently cup your cheek. “I needed to see you, to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine,” you replied stubbornly. But of course Loki knew you were lying. 

His thumb traced along your cheekbone, his touch feather-light. “You don’t have to be brave around me,” he said tenderly. “And you don’t have to face this alone. I am here for you, my love. Always.” 

“Forever.” His words set your heart ablaze, unlocking something deep within you – a sense of devotion you hadn’t ever believed possible. Loki had always been there for you, and his unwavering adoration was something you had come to rely on. But hearing him say it out loud, in this moment of vulnerability, was like a spark igniting a flame that had been smoldering for years. It was a feeling that transcended words and logic, something that pulsed through your veins and set every nerve ending alight.

Forever. The word echoed in your mind, reverberating like the peal of a bell. It was a promise, a vow, an unbreakable bond that would endure through the ages. As you looked up into his eyes, he gazed back at you with such reverence and tenderness that your heart skipped a beat.

You had been so focused on trying to be strong, trying to handle everything on your own, that you had almost forgotten what it felt like to have someone there for you. Not just someone – Loki.

His fingers traced along your jaw, and you felt a sense of calm wash over you. His touch was a balm for your soul, easing the pain and worry that had been gnawing at you since your exposure.

“I know,” you whispered, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. 

Loki shifted, bowing forward until his forehead was touching yours. “And no matter what happens, no matter where this life takes us, I will never leave your side,” he continued, his voice low and steady. 

In that moment, a warmth washed over you, like he was pouring all his love for you into your very soul, filling you with a sense of solace that you had never experienced before.

“I love you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you ran your hand up his leather-clad chest.

Loki tilted your chin upward with one elegant finger, leaning in close so his nose gently nuzzled against yours. “And I love you,” he murmured before wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. “Never doubt that.”

You clung to him, the world around you fading away. It was just the two of you now, and you knew you would handle whatever came your way. Together. ***

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[munstysmind]

BIRTHDAY CAKE - CHRIS EVANS

WARNING/S: Implied smut, Chris being adorable… that needs a warning, right??

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE USED IN ANY CAPACITY

Divider by @firefly-graphics

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A loud crash comes from the kitchen, ripping you from your sleep. As soon as your brain registers its sudden return to consciousness, you groan loudly in protest and rub your eyes before reaching over to get phone from the bedside table and check the time.

It's just after ten.

You let out another groan as you stretch your entire body out before relaxing back into your boyfriend's king-sized bed.

You came back to Boston with him at the start of quarantine. Both of you were out of work with the film, and basically every other nonessential, industry being shut down so there was no real reason you had to stay in LA.

That was three months ago now and honestly, you both love living together. So much so that last week he asked you if you wanted to make it permanent. Of course, you'd said yes. The two of you had just slotted into each other's routines and quirks so seamlessly it was like you'd been living together for years. Your two-year relationship has never been stronger.

You're pulled out of your thoughts by another loud crash.

"Damn it" you hear him say, sounding extremely frustrated.

"What the hell is he doing?" you say to yourself as you get up and throw on his shirt from yesterday before heading out to see what all the commotion was about.

Pressing your lips together, you hold back a laugh as you lean against the door frame and take in the sight in front of you.

The kitchen is a complete disaster. Flour is everywhere. The floor, the counter... Chris.

Lord knows what he's trying to do.

"What happened in here?" you ask, causing him to jump and quickly try to hide what he's doing behind his back.

"I thought you were asleep" he says, brushing away the flour from the front of his shirt.

"I was"

"Fuck... I woke you up, didn't I?"

"Yeah"

"I'm sorry"

"It's OK. What are you doing?"

"Nothing"

"Then why are you trying to hide baking supplies behind you?"

"Well... it's your birthday"

"Go on"

"I'm trying to bake you a birthday cake"

"Chris...

"I don't remember it being this hard when I helped Ma as a kid"

"That's because Mama Evans is an amazing baker and did all the work while simultaneously making you think you were helping"

You make your way over to him and brush the flour he's somehow managed to get in his hair before sitting on the bench opposite him.

"You, my love, are a man of many talents but cooking and baking isn't really one of them" you tell him as you rest your arms on his shoulders and play with the hair at the back of his neck.

"I make a mean pesto egg, everyone loves them" he says, wearing the cute pout you love.

"They are an exception"

"I should have just got a box mix, I know I can't fuck that up"

"You went to all this effort just for me, you have no idea how much that means"

"We're stuck in lockdown and your family's on the other side of the country. I just... I wanted to make your day special"

"You make all my days special" you tell him quietly as a smile spreads across your face. You've never met anyone as loving as him. You don't know what you did to deserve him in your life, but you thank whatever greater power is responsible every single day that he is.

"I wanted today to be extra special. It's not every day that you turn thirty" he says with a shit eating grin that makes you roll your eyes.

"Urghhh, don't remind me"

"Hey, how to you think I feel, I'm the big four zero next year"

"I thought we were talking about me"

"We are, I was just saying"

"I can help, with the cake"

"Nope, it's your day".

"Is that so?"

"Yes"

"So does that mean I get to do whatever I want?"

"Yep"

"Then, I'm going to remove my boyfriend's shirt in the middle of the kitchen so he doesn't make a mess on the way to the bedroom".

"And why am I going to the bedroom exactly?"

"Because it's my birthday and I want my man to eat me out then rail me into the bed until I can't remember my own name"

"Well, in that case" he says with a smirk as he lifts his arms up like a child, making you laugh before grabbing the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head.

You lean forward and kiss his chest as he takes his shirt from you and blindly throws it over his shoulder into the pile of flour on the counter.

He takes your face and kisses you, hard, before sliding his hands down your back to your hips and pulling you close, your chests flush with each other.

You let out a quiet moan as he starts pressing open mouthed kisses up your neck, wrapping your legs around his waist when he sinks his teeth into your skin before tracing it with his tongue to soothe the sting.

He knows exactly what to do to make you come undone in 0.5 seconds.

"Fuck, Chris" you gasp, threading you fingers into his hair as he sucks a bruise onto your flesh. You pull his hair, bringing his face back to yours and kissing him.

He pulls away with a grin, making you whimper and follow him, trying to lock lips again.

With a chuckle he puts his hands under your thighs and lifts you off the bench, throwing yo over his shoulder.

"Chris!" you squeal as he starts heading towards the bedroom, Dodger following right behind him.

"No Bub. Trust me, you don't want to see what I'm about to do" he tells your fur baby, slapping you ass as if to prove a point, making you squeal again.

It's about to be the best birthday ever...

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[nnight-dances]

A DAY IN MY ROOM (Y/N'S VERSION)

...wherein taeyong loses his mind over your quarantine video but it's your fault for revealing you listen to his songs.

pairing: taeyong x idol!reader

note: this is obviously based off the nct 127's quarantine videos!! literally i've no idea what's going on with me but this idea seemed like fun so i'm just doing it? i love taeyong by the way, waiting on his version of the video :(( anyways, enjoy?

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it’s safe to say taeyong’s day is made when he wakes up to a notification of your group’s channel uploading a video titled “y/n version / a day in my room”. much to his chagrin, yours had been the last member to be uploaded, so you couldn’t blame him when he didn’t bother to do anything much beside throw in his earphones before pressing play on the video.

the video starts off with a view of your hotel room, the bed neatly made and a few stray items that aren’t completely visible kept on the table. you come into the view after a few seconds, eyes smiling. “hello, everyone!” you greet the camera, picking it up. your hair is in its natural form and a little messy and you explain, “i’ve just woken up. it’s… 11 AM. i’m actually surprised i woke up before noon.” you jokingly pat yourself on the back and taeyong chuckles at how adorable you are. your voice is a little hoarse but somehow still fresh.

you go through your morning routine, promising to show the viewers the interesting parts and taeyong secretly hopes there’s a montage of you getting ready— you know, you washing your face and doing skincare all vogue secrets style. as if on cue, the video transitions to you setting the camera in the bathroom.

“i just washed my face, everyone,” you lean downward to the camera, patting your face with a towel. “now, i’ll do some light skincare before eating breakfast.” you’re silent after that, slowly making your way through different products. taeyong enjoys the simplicity of it all, feeling like he’s just a friend watching you get ready.

after breakfast, you mumble, as if in thought, looking around your room, “should i give you guys a room tour?” you briefly pan the camera across your room, laughing in embarrassment at the mess on your table.

“in my defense, everyone, i—” you start to make an excuse, “i’ve managed to keep my sheets completely clean, yes? i think this much is allowed.” taeyong chuckles at how cute you are about your messiness, marveling at your humility.

the video cuts to a few hours later and you explain you’ve been working for a while and are now taking a break. “oh! i wanted to show you guys my playlist,” taeyong smiles, knowing you’ve had a tradition of making and sharing music recommendations with fans. what he doesn’t expect is for the first song in your playlist to be a nct 127 song, favorite (vampire). a song he knows. a song he sings in. his song.

he gasps, sitting up, heart irrationally hammering as you talk about the song. “i recently found out about this song. i couldn’t believe i hadn’t heard it before, even though i stay up to date with nct’s music.” you bop your head to the music as taeyong’s own voice starts the song off and he swears he sees his life flash before his eyes. “this is such an underrated song so i wanted to show you guys..” you’re suddenly shy, “in case, you’ve missed it like i have.”

you move on, from there, talking about a new song from itzy that you like but taeyong’s fingers are already rewinding the video, still in shock. it’d always been on the back of his mind, the possibility of you interacting with his work but to see the proof so explicitly and so… unexpectedly…. taeyong is malfunctioning.

he’s still reeling from the experience of seeing you dance in tiny to his lines when mark bursts into his room with a crazed look on his face. “dude! taeyong! did you see—?” he stops short when he catches taeyong sitting on his bed, with his red face in his hands. “oh, you saw it? she was, like, totally vibing to it, man! and to your lines, too! you must be in heaven!”

“shut up, you’re too loud, mark,” taeyong half-heartedly scolds. he buries his face in his pillow, “i want to be alone! i’m not okay :( in a good way :) but still, leave me alone!!”

mark laughs, “aight, i’ll leave you alone if you want… but,” he comes closer to taeyong, patting his back, “you know, this means if you slide into her dms, it won’t be weird, right?”

taeyong’s ears perk up and mark continues, “i mean, she publicly jammed to one of your songs. it’d be rude to not start a conversation now. that way you can avoid accidentally slipping in front of her next time you—”

“i don’t need hear about it! get out of my fucking room, dude!”

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[yandereaffections]

Javier Adolfo (YA’s Oc) Masterlist

The Man Himself

Character Description

S/o being bullied at work

Charming his Darling

Confident S/o

S/o who loves Skirts

Cute S/o who sucks at their Job

Avoiding him to make a gift

Home cooked meals for a Date

S/o who is pressured to do their best 24/7

Affectionate S/o

Exhausted Doctor S/o

S/o Binding her Chest cause of office harassment

S/o being black mailed for sex

House wife S/o

S/o who has Insomnia

S/o trying to fight a Racist

S/o confessing they want a big family

S/o who lives a double life

Spoiling Javier

Another yandere kidnapping S/o

Naga S/o that knows nothing of Human Culture

Not a morning person S/o

Sitting on Javiers lap

S/o who is apart of a huge Crime Organization

Nuclear Apocalypse

Naga Javier

Vampire S/o cautious of taking Javiers blood

S/o whose both cutesy and extreme

Filthy rich S/o

Jokingly calling Javier “Sugar Daddy”

Poor Underweight S/o refusing to bother for help

CEO Crush already married

Comforting Chubby S/o after being sexually Harassed TW

S/o who runs up to hug Javier everytime she sees him

Going to Disney

S/o getting hit on by their boss

“Have my babies”

Drunk S/o unknowingly confessing they love javier

Babysitting with S/o

Punk Rocker Darling

Making S/o wait for marriage as tease play

S/o constantly buying make up palettes

Hitman S/o warning for him not to go to work

S/o who cuddles him during work

Surprising javier with your intelligence

S/o Introducing ‘javey wavey’ to their friends

Trying to cook for his s/o

Accident prone s/o

S/o whose constantly wondering

COVID quarantine comfort

Cosplayer S/o

Homeless S/o asking him for cash

Figuring out S/o is pregnant

Yandere s/o

Making him cry HC

S/o whos only seen eating when they steal his meal

Shy S/o who loves affection

holding and playing with his S/os hair

S/os family fat shames them when they eat

Darling packs him lunch everyday

S/o whos easily scared

Stealing your clothes

S/o who slams their foot against the wall anytime it falls asleep

S/o who cant cook

Manipulation HC

S/o who refuses to go to stop smoking TW

Arguing HC

Incubus Javier w/ a s/o who looks down on themselves

Vampire Javier/ Halloween date

Vampire

Poltergeist

Decorating the office building for halloween

Bratty S/o

Halloween Date

Werewolf

S/o who cries during the emotional parts of movies

Motivating S/o to study

Javier Fluff

Top energy S/o 

Meeting Javiers Grandmother

Sub energy S/o

S/o who wants to travel alot

Comforting a stressed S/o

S/o who doesnt want kids

Depressed Darling

More Fluff

Seeing S/o without makeup for the first time

Darling playing with his hair

Taking stressed S/o away from their struggles

Sugar Daddy HC

Boba tea date

Diabetic S/o

Making him a Surprise Valentines homemade gifts

Finally meeting his online lover

S/o trying to treat their own stab wound

Javier vs Aiden

Coming over to S/os apartment for a dinner date

Autistic S/o who struggles to get a job

Finding out crush is dating his brother

Only dating him for money

S/o going on a vacation to gain Javiers attention

Foreign S/o having to suddenly return home

Darling having shit friends who use them for work

S/o whos terrified of horror movies and clings to him

Darling w/ Social anxiety 

Crybaby reader

How good he is with responsible adult stuff

Corrupt official male S/o

Darlings something like robin hood

Robin hood like S/o trying to steal from him

S/o who likes to cook for him

Darling has commitment issues

Very short S/o

S/o who age regresses 

Adoring darling when they Hyperfixate

Depressed S/o that has a hard time taking care of themselves

Author S/o

S/o who is constantly sewing

Leaning against him saying “love me” when Javiers busy

S/o has odd vocal tics

Comforting S/o w/ night terrors

S/o falls asleep on his lap during a meeting

Co-worker beating him to asking S/o out

s/o recently finding out they have adhd

Falling for the elder care worker taking care of his grandma

“It’s okay, I know you’re just not used to being cared for so much.”

S/O showing him matching outfits that they sewed themselves

Werecat S/o

Cuddlebug S/o

pressing their boobs against his back slightly 

Pegging Javier 

Chubby S/o sitting on his face 

S/o with a high sex drive 

squeezing him inbetween your thighs 

Cockwarm HC 

Kinky shit 

Praise Kink 

Catching him jerking to a picture of you 

Poltergeist cockwarming 

Mirror Kink & Sugar Daddy

Someone walking in on you / Public Sex w/ Dom male S/o 

Kinks Headcannons 

Foreplay Headcannons 

Male S/o railing Javier over his desk 

Sex Toys Javier loves the most 

Sucking him off underneath his office desk

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work from home - johnny knoxville x fem!reader

word count: 4,258

warnings: nsfw

author’s note: the inspo picture i used for knoxville and the inspo picture i used for reader’s outfit

To be quite honest, it would be difficult to say what got you two into this position right now. Was it the sexual tension, so thick that a knife could cut it? Was it the constant eyes trailing your every movement? Those same brown eyes that would be filled with adoration and that would crinkle in the corners when he laughed; were now darkened with lust. The half-lidded gaze still followed your movements, nonetheless. You admired the duality of man, but especially his. The way a flip would switch inside him and he’d go from making you laugh to making you cum. Were you complaining? Definitely not, because you could use this to your advantage. Splayed out on the bed and panting was where you found yourself; but back to the question at hand, what got you two into this position? 

Quarantine began and the filming for Jackass Forever was put to a screeching halt. This allowed your boyfriend, Johnny, to spend more time at home with you. Unsure of what the future held in regards to filming starting up again, the Jackass crew was discussing everything over Zoom. Having to adapt was hard for the both of you; so used to spending time with the rest of the guys, it was strange not seeing them face to face. That’s where Johnny found himself now, seated in front of his MacBook in the middle of a Zoom call. As much as you had fun pranking each other at home, you could tell he was itching to start filming again and reuniting with everyone. In the meantime, you decided you would have some fun on your own.

Slipping into a black lingerie bodysuit, you tied your silk robe around you so it wouldn't ruin his surprise. Tiptoeing down the wooden steps, you made sure not to alert him of your presence by making any noise. The hallway walls were covered in paintings and framed memories. The only noise to be heard was the padding of your bare feet on the lacquered wooden floors and the sound of laughter coming from his office. As you made your way, you stopped short of waltzing into the room Johnny was in. The door was partially open, enough for you to look at him undetected. From here, you could smell the red roses situated on top of his mid-century desk. The space was rather dim, save for the lamp and the glow of his computer. The light seemed as if to highlight his best features. Johnny’s high cheekbones and sharp jaw were covered in the silver facial hair he had grown over quarantine. He had stopped shaving and realized dyeing his hair brown every 3 weeks was futile, so he had asked you to buzz his head to give him a fresh start. Johnny knew he had gray hairs but he underestimated just how many. It’s not like you mind, on the contrary, you found him even sexier as a silver fox. Johnny’s laugh brought you back to reality, tearing you away from your thoughts. You softly knock on the door and poke your head through as he wordlessly beckons you with his fingers. He doesn't look up from the computer till you’re in full view. His face brightens and his smile reaches his ears as you walk toward him. “Hey, babygirl. I’m almost done here, just gimme 10 minutes.” Johnny mouths. You nod and sit in the chair across from him. He had his earbuds in so whatever was being said was unintelligible to you. Whatever it was, it had him smiling and jotting down ideas. 

 “PJ, remind me why you wanna wear a suit just for a video call?” You had asked him. “This is business attire and it just so happens I’m going to take care of some business,” Johnny said matter of factly, with his hands on his hips. In his mind the idea made perfect sense; from the waist up he’d be ready for business but from the waist down he was in his boxers. You were still sitting there across from him but 5 minutes in you grew tired of waiting. Standing up, you slowly untied your robe and let it fall, making sure his eyes were on you the entire time. Tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip, Johnny’s eyes widened as he drank you in. The attention your boyfriend gave you was short-lived, his attention being drawn by Dave taking his shirt off and making faces at the camera. Johnny cleared his throat and sipped the now-cold tea that was in his mug before joining in on the laughter. You managed to notice the death grip he had on the mug. Knuckles turning white trying to keep it together in front of the guys, god forbid they figure out what was actually happening because Johnny would never hear the end of it. Smirking at the thought, you wonder if his grip was any tighter he would manage to crack the ceramic. As bemused as you were at the situation, your dear PJ was feeling quite the opposite. In fact, he was fighting for his life trying to focus on the screen instead of the boner straining in his boxers and his girlfriend scantily clad before him. What you chose to wear for him was deliberate. You knew exactly how to rile him up and exactly wind him down. That’s why you chose to wear something that left little to the imagination; black straps covering your torso and back with only lace to cover your more intimate areas. Johnny was performing surprisingly well in the circumstance that he found himself in; being able to play up the facade that everything was calm when in reality he was secretly losing his mind. You could see right through him though and he foolishly forgot that you had that gift. You leaned over slightly on his desk, palms splayed on the wood, and that’s what made him snap. Loosening the black tie on his neck, Johnny drew in a sharp breath before exhaling. “Have I died? Am I in the 2nd Circle of Hell? Woah nice Dante’s Inferno reference, PJ. Ugh, shut up and just enjoy the boobies, dude” Johnny thought. His mind was so distracted by this whole situation that he didn't even process that he was on autopilot and just ended the call before saying a quick goodbye to his friends. By the time Johnny’s mind was caught up with his actions, he failed to realize you had left the room.

When your boyfriend finally caught up with you, you were seated on the edge of the bed waiting for him patiently. “How’d your meeting go, baby?” You ask with a faux sense of coyness.  All you could do was try your hardest not to laugh at how exasperated Johnny looked in front of you. Chewing the inside of your cheek to keep from bursting into laughter as you looked at the expression on his face and the outfit he wore. Tie askew, wrinkled button-down, suit jacket now discarded, and the seersucker patterned boxers that were now strained thanks to the ever-present boner. “Oh please, don't give me that. You knew exactly what you were doing, sugar” Johnny began walking towards you, “You must think you have me in the palm of your hand. Think I’m gonna give you what you want?” His slender fingers grazed your thighs as he spoke. Never leaving his gaze, you brought your hand up to pull his tie down so Johnny would meet your eye line. “You’re gonna give me exactly what I want and I think you know that already, don’t you, PJ?” Your lips were inches apart now and he was close enough to be enveloped in the warmth of your skin and the fresh scent of perfume. Brown eyes searched yours, silently looking for permission. You welcomed him with a kiss that he gladly reciprocated. Deft fingers made quick work of unbuttoning his white shirt but your grip on his tie remained. Without breaking the kiss, Johnny pulled you closer and brought your hand to feel him through his boxers. “Jesus Christ, doll. You’re killing me.” He groaned against your lips as you stroked him. Deciding that you’ve given him enough, for now, you stopped your action and pulled away. Your grasp on his tie was firm, keeping him exactly where you wanted him. Eyes scanning his face, you gauged him for a reaction before you spoke. “Get undressed, quickly. Lay on the bed and wait for me. Don’t touch yourself until I get back.” Johnny’s pupils were blown out and his eyes darkened as he furrowed his brows, registering your more dominant tone. “Yes, ma’am.” He flashed you that Cheshire cat grin, already reveling in the fact that you’d take charge tonight. This domineering tone on you was sexy, Johnny could admit, and he was giddy to find out what would happen in those next few moments. With him, everything was a game of cat and mouse. You were quick-witted and could keep him on his toes; Johnny liked that about you. As much as he loved torturing his friends on and off set, it was you that he loved to see teeter on the edge. It’d be foolish to think you didn’t know he had tricks up his sleeve, especially now. He was in the palm of your hand, quite literally, and you knew how to read him. You could read every inch of him, so you knew that he had other intentions for you later. There was an unspoken exchange between the two of you at that moment. With a sigh, he gave himself fully to you in that instance. Content, you ghosted your lips over Johnny’s before both leaving the room and leaving him wanting more.

Trusting that he could be left to his own devices and follow simple instructions, you quickly found yourself back in his office. Grabbing the silk belt from the robe you had left strewn on the floor, you made your way back to meet Johnny in your shared bedroom. You couldn’t help but pause your actions to look at his current state. Clothes were now long forgotten and thrown over the back of a chair. His relaxed pose was something akin to the Frescos you’d see painted on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. The light and shadows worked in harmony to bring out the curvature of his lean frame. Johnny’s plush lips were parted as he took in the sight before him. Your eyes studied his expression then trailed down his body, taking a mental picture. Smooth chest rising and falling, the slight abs that he still managed to keep at 49, and his hard dick resting against his thigh all grabbed your attention. Johnny chuckled and shifted his hips when he saw where your eyes were glued. They snapped up immediately to meet his gaze, and you narrowed your eyes at him as a subtle warning. Nonetheless, a smile still toyed at the corner of his lips. It would be out of character for Johnny to back down, and that’s what made him cocky. Too cocky for your liking, which is why you wanted to teach him a lesson about control. Walking over to the chair, you picked up the black tie he had discarded and made your way back to him on the bed. Johnny’s eyes never left you but he was too transfixed on the swaying of your hips and movement of your ass to notice what was in your hands. “May I?” You gestured for him to give you his wrists so you could tie them to the bedposts and he nodded. While you were making sure it was comfortable enough for him, you could’ve sworn you saw his dick twitch in anticipation. Johnny tugged at the restraints and you watched as his arms flexed. Fingertips danced along his skin as you moved to straddle him. Groaning at the contact, Johnny shifted his hips against you. Pursing your lips and shaking your head in disapproval, you leaned forward so your lips brushed against his ear. “I’d like to think I’m being generous because otherwise, I’d have you blindfolded as well. I’ve decided that I want you to see exactly what I’m doing to you, so I suggest you behave.” Your words sent a chill down his spine and caused him to inhale a sharp breath. Johnny bit his lip before replying with, “Yes, ma’am.” Pleased with this, you peppered kisses on the shell of his ear and took his lobe in your mouth before sucking gently. Arms strained against the restraints as you nipped at his skin. Your kisses littered his torso all the while your eyes never left his. Alternating between kissing and licking his body, you finally paused when you reached his dick. Johnny shifted his hips once more as he watched you look at him with a wild hunger in your eyes. As a warning, your fingernails dug into his thigh with how firmly you grasped him to stop his movement. You stroked him once and gauged his reaction. Johnny murmured a curse under his breath as he watched you smear the precum on his tip with your thumb. Satisfied with his reaction to your teasing, you continue. You purse your lips as you suck on just his tip, savoring the subtle salty taste of his cum. Johnny makes the mistake of letting his eyes flutter shut; instead of continuing you chastise him. “I want your eyes on me at all times, understand?” His feverish nods were cut short by you taking all of him in your mouth. Tears pricked your eyes as you felt his cock down your throat. Nostrils flared and bottom lip quivering, Johnny couldn’t hold back his moans. His skin felt flushed as he watched you slip his cock in and out of your mouth. Tongue and hands smearing the mixture of cum and saliva that were coating his hard member. You stroked him as you dipped your head lower to lick and suck on his balls. After a few moments of your repeated actions, Johnny felt his breath quicken and a knot in his stomach form. Picking up on his shaky breaths and the way his teeth were biting his bottom lip so hard it nearly drew blood, you decide to up your game. Taking him as deep as you could, you hollow your cheeks and snake one hand up to rake your fingernails across his chest while the other hand massages his balls. Tears streamed down your face as you gazed up at him. Johnny’s arms were flexed as he tugged on the restraints. A mixture of moans and curses erupted from his lips as his cock coated your mouth with his cum. You hummed around his member and he shivered at the sensation. His chest heaved as he watched you spit the contents of your mouth on his cock then greedily lick it back up again. Johnny bucked his hips involuntarily at the sight of you. You couldn’t help but let a smirk tug at the corner of your lip at the thought of how earnest he was. Making your way up his body to untie him, you moved to straddle him again. Replacing the previously exasperated look on his face, he now looked blissful. Johnny’s half-lidded brown eyes were looking at you with adoration. “C’mere, gimme a kiss, babydoll.” You obliged and moaned into the kiss as his lips moved against yours. Johnny’s tongue explored your mouth and he hummed at the taste of himself on your tongue. That was enough to make him want to turn the tables on you. After all, this was a game of cat and mouse.

“Let me untie you now, baby.” You murmured against his lips and he hummed in approval. Pulling away to focus your attention on the ties, Johnny couldn’t help but smile at how cute you looked when you were focused. Fingers delicately working at the knot and loosening it before slipping it off. For a moment,you paused to admire the red marks that were left and massaged them gently in your hands. Bringing Johnny’s wrists up to your lips, you pressed feather light kisses against his skin. You couldn't help but smile as you peppered his skin with kisses, feeling flushed as you felt his eyes track your movements. Johnny watched as you grazed your lips against his knuckles and then kissing the tips of his fingers. He’s breathing faltered and caught in his throat as he brushed his fingertip against your bottom lip and watched as you welcomed him in your warm mouth. Maintaining eye contact, you gently sucked on the digit as you watched him bring his right hand up to cup your jaw. “C’mere, princess. It’s my turn to take care of you.” Johnny’s voice was low as he spoke. That unmistakable drawl came out when he spoke to you like this; words drawn out and husky. You obliged and leaned down to capture his lips. Now that Johnny was no longer tied to the bed post, his hands were free to roam. They explored your body, feeling every inch of your skin. Large hands made their way to grope your breasts and fingers pinched your nipples through the lace of your lingerie. Your back arched and you moaned into Johnny’s mouth as he tested the waters on how much you were willing to take. You didn’t realize the absence of his left hand from your body until you felt a sharp smack on your ass. Breath hitching for a moment, you groaned into the kiss and let curses fall from your lips as he repeated the action. Grabbing and kneading the flesh before smacking and then repeating it until he was sure it would leave a mark. Johnny pulled away from the kiss and ran his tongue across his bottom lip before speaking, “I want you on your hands and knees when I get back, ok?” He watched as your eyes searched his, trying to figure out exactly when the power dynamic shifted. What he hadn't expected was you wholeheartedly accepting it. You smirked before leaning in and whispering in his ear, “Yes, sir.”

It felt forever since you were waiting in this position but Johnny finally came back. He instructed you not to turn around to look at him so you couldn’t tell what he left the room to grab. The only reason you could tell he was back was because of his distinct footsteps against the wooden floors of your bedroom. “I love seeing you like this,” Johnny’s voice was above a whisper as he spoke to you in a husky tone. You could feel his presence behind you, the warmth of his body heat radiating off of him because of how close he was. “So pretty just waiting here for me,” Johnny seemed to be thinking out loud as he stroked the print he left on your ass. Feeling the edge of the bed dip, you braced yourself for whatever would come next. Your boyfriend wanted payback, there was no question about that, but what left you wondering was exactly what he would do to you. Your train of thought was interrupted when you felt his large hand knead at the flesh of your thigh before gently pinching the skin, causing you to jolt and arch your back into his touch. “Baby, please-” was all you could manage before you felt Johnny press an open-mouth kiss to your core. You felt your body go weak as he continued to pepper kisses along your thighs and ass. Johnny used his slender finger to pull aside the thong you wore, exposing your pussy to him. Hearing him groan at the sight of you, made you even more aroused. Everything about you drove Johnny insane, he wasn’t afraid to admit it. In fact, he enjoyed telling you how much he thought you were witty or smart. Some things, though, didn’t need to be spoken for you to know they were true. You could tell by the way he ate you that he enjoyed every minute of it. Johnny would even pause during it to praise how good you tasted on his tongue. That’s what you longed for at this moment; longing to feel his tongue on you. He reveled in the fact that you were so patient for him; that you waited with bated breath for his next move. No longer able to resist, Johnny gave in and used his tongue to lap up your arousal. You groaned and arched your back at the welcome sensation. Using the tip of his tongue, he teased your folds then circled your sensitive clit. Johnny felt a surge of confidence; you cursing under your breath and pushing yourself further against his face told him that he was doing something right. He got off on watching you come undone and it was something he prided himself on. If the laws of time and space would allow him, Johnny would happily spend eternity between your thighs. This was his happy place; seeing you face down with your ass up and pussy on full display for him to eat. If he were to die now, Johnny would die a happy man. He wasn't the type to leave a task unfinished; so right now he was dead set on making you come on his tongue. Shutting your eyes, you let a moan fall from your lips as Johnny used his fingers to spread your folds and shove his tongue inside your slick hole. The sensation of his beard scratching against your skin was enough to drive you wild, but the mere thought of seeing that graying beard slick with your cum made you see stars. Johnny was well aware of his effects on you, that's how he knew you were close to the edge. Without skipping a beat, he turned on the vibrator that was in his hand and brought it up to your clit. That familiar knot in your stomach tightened as you felt your orgasm looming. Hearing you repeat his name like it was a prayer and you were his only salvation was like music to Johnny’s ears. His name was like honey on your lips and your sweet sounds filled the air and occupied his mind. This only pushed Johnny further. If he was one thing, it would be relentless. Tongue lapping up everything you gave him while he used the vibrator on your sensitive clit, only caused you to become like putty in his hands. You felt your limbs go weak as he turned the toy to its highest setting, never failing to remove his mouth from your pussy. “Fuck, you taste so good, babydoll.” Johnny’s words made heat rise to your face. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to speak with your mouth full?” You bit your lip in anticipation, hoping you successfully riled him up. Johnny chuckled before removing his lips from you. About to whip your head around to face him and complain, a sharp bite on your ass shut you up again. He flattened his tongue and licked a long stripe over the mark to soothe it. Johnny palmed your cheek in his large hand and rubbed it. You couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of the vibrator against you and his hand on your ass. “I don’t like a smartmouth,” Johnny started, “I think you know that don’t you?” You could feel the edge of the bed dip as he got up and lined himself up with your entrance. Grabbing his dick, he teased you with his tip, making sure it was slick enough. “You were liking my mouth a while ago, weren't you?” You turned back to look at him, making sure he could see the shit-eating grin plastered on your face. Johnny’s face was serious for a moment before he let a smile tug at his lips. “Not funny.” He punctuated his sentence with a thrust. The both of you groaned as he filled you. Gripping the sheets was all you could do to brace yourself as he quickly found his rhythm. His pace was slow at first, enjoying how you tightened around him and how pretty you looked from this angle. As Johnny continued, his grasp on your hip tightened as he slammed his cock into you repeatedly. Brown eyes were transfixed on the movement of your ass as you bounced on his dick. “Baby, I’m so close.” You managed to utter between moans. The feeling of the toy vibrating against your swollen clit plus the added sensation of Johnny repeatedly hitting your g-spot was enough to make your toes curl. “Go ahead and come, princess. I'm close too.” Johnny thrust into you a couple more times before you came around his dick. Eyes rolling to the back of your head and mouth agape, you reached your climax. Johnny was close behind as his thrusts became frantic before ultimately slowing down as he came inside you. The both of you groaned as he removed himself. Collapsing on the bed from exhaustion, you and Johnny lay side by side, refusing to move for a while. Once he caught his breath, he got up to grab a towel and a glass of water for you but not before turning with a shit-eating grin and saying, “Fuck, I could get used to working from home.” 

#johnny knoxville smut #johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville x reader

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Hello! I have been following you for a bit, mostly for ACOTAR content, but I did read your newest Rexsoka work and I really enjoyed it! I am extremely new to the Rexsoka/Clone Wars fandom but would like to dabble in it and see if anything catches my fancy. Do you have any recommendations or places to start? I know there’s a lot out there but their dynamic and tension reminds me a bit of a few ACOTAR ships so I’m curious! Thanks so much 😊

Hi anon! I'm twirling my hair that my little fic got you interested--it's a ship that's VERY near and dear to my heart! We have some great fic writers, so I would LOVE to recommend some of my favorites.

I don't know if you've watched any Clone Wars, so I'm going to list some here where you don't need to have any significant pre-knowledge of canon. If you have watched any, I can totally rec some of the more canon-compliant/divergent ones that I've enjoyed. So these are all AUs, which I adore anyways.

In no particular order, here are some faves, and honestly ANY of the works by these authors are ones I'd recommend!

I lied when I said I didn't need you by @jewelofmandalore: A GFFA college AU that has exquisite dynamics. She's also kicking off a great series that's very loosely inspired by House of the Dragon's Rhaenyra and Harwin, but no knowledge of either Star Wars or HOTD is needed to enjoy this one!

sharp & glorious thorn by @chocmarss: Medieval vibes, enemies to lovers, and some simply gorgeous writing. I re-read this one probably once a month -- it's just so delicious.

they didn't prepare him for this on kamino by @darthgoosegoose: this is a WIP but so juicy! When ACOTAR folks start dipping a toe in rexsoka this is the one I recommend because it has such impeccable sithy, enemies to lovers, quarantine couple vibes. I love it so much.

one day by @amukmuk: Modern AU, friends to lovers, and so beautifully written. this one is for sure slow-burn vibes and I cried when it was done, because the ending had such a good payoff.

shameless plug for something I wrote with friends: The Valley of the Mythosaur, which is loosely (LOOSELY) inspired by The Mummy.

Feel free to slide into my DMs if you need any more recs. There's so much incredible fic in the clone wars fandom for so many excellent ships, so if you're ever looking for anything beyond rexsoka, happy to help and share the brain rot.

#fic recs #rexsoka #asked and answered!

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sh. | chapter eighteen | ot7

PAIRING ot7 x reader RATING Explicit. 18+. GENRE smut. fluff. angst. nonidol au. wildnerness au. roommates au. friends to lovers. SUMMARY Six months of quarantine have kept you apart. Somehow the distance sparks something new in each of you: questions, unfinished conversations, threads once chased now left cold. So when your roommate invites you to come with him to a mysterious house in the mountains with your friends, how could you even think of saying no? WC 2.8k WARNINGS AND TAGS  no use of gendered pronouns to refer to reader. nudity. sex jokes. angst. makeout.

AN: Thank you so much to the most amazing readers, to these beautiful beta readers -- @vyduan @miscelunaaa @illneverrecover and @hesperantha -- who have all helped me with these past couple of chapters. I feel so wildly grateful for you all. Thank you.

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: LIKE A GLACIER

You’re stuck. Absolutely and entirely stuck. 

Yoongi at your front, Namjoon cocooned around your back. It’s hot. It’s sweaty. It’s absolutely and entirely adorable. The way Namjoon’s little snores drone into the large room, the way Yoongi’s fingers flicker in his sleep, as if he’s playing an invisible piano. Despite the heat and the claustrophobia, you find yourself quite content in this position, your mind drifting between sleep and a quiet admiration for the two men surrounding you. 

You run a check in over your body. You’re a little sore, but nothing that a cup of coffee and some stretching won’t fix. In the act of checking in, you can’t help but feel the way your chest feels. Like there’s been a knot within you, loosened. Last night was unexpected in a lot of ways. In every moment of pleasure that the two men swaddled around you brought to you, but also in the things that it brought up. Your face warms a little, thinking about the way you had pleaded for Yoongi over and over again, the way you had begged Namjoon to sound out his pleasure for you. You had begged, because it felt like you needed it, but where was that need coming from? 

“Mmf, good mornin’,” Namjoon grumbles from behind you, his voice deep and sleep-graveled. You always noticed that he’d bring the register of his voice up when he was around other people, so as to make himself easier to understand, but this early in the morning he can’t be bothered to enunciate, let alone shift his register. 

His fingers drift down to your hip, to where your ass presses into his crotch. 

“I’m sorry, is it uncomfortable? I can move—” 

“Nope,” Namjoon says without hesitation. “Not uncomfortable at all. At least, not in the way you’re thinking.” You can hear the grin in his voice.

“Oh my god, you’re gross!” you whisper-yell.

“Is it gross if you secretly like it?” he smirks back. He nuzzles his face into your neck and breathes in deep, his out breath brushing against your skin. 

You hum and cuddle deeper into his embrace. You almost drift off again like that, his arms snaking tighter around you, his lips against your neck, Yoongi’s ass wiggling into your crotch. You could stay here all day, wrapped up in them. 

What are you doing? You ask yourself. You’re getting too comfortable. You’re asking for too much. 

The shame that courses through you wakes you up. You bury your face in Yoongi’s hair, and he shifts against you before rolling over, so he’s face to face with you.

“Morning, doll.” 

“Morning, Yoongi.”

“You were snoring last night. Could barely get a wink of sleep in with the monster truck in the bed with me.” 

“Was not!” 

He chuckles, before wiping a hand across his eyes and yawning. He stretches out, his arms reaching above his head, his back arching. He reminds you of a cat first thing in the morning. 

“Nah, I slept like the dead,” he says. 

“Me too,” Namjoon pokes his head up from behind you. The two share a smile. 

“Well?” Yoongi says, gaze flickering from between you two. “Round seventeen?” 

“Coffee first,” you say, slipping out of bed by scooching down the sheets to the foot of it. 

“That sounds like a promise for later,” Yoongi says. 

You send him a wink. 

“I have nothing to wear though,” you say. 

“That’s how we like it,” Yoongi drawls. 

“Get your mind out of the gutter and go grab me some clothes from my suitcase? Pretty please?” 

Yoongi rolls his eyes but begins to sit up. 

“Oh. I already did,” Namjoon says, sitting up and pulling the sheets up with him. He slips out of bed and that’s when you realize he’s wearing flannel pajamas. 

“You did? When?” 

“While you all were showering. I didn’t want you to have to trod through the house in nothing. I thought it would make your morning easier.” 

You grin at Namjoon as he hands you a stack of clothes with options from one of the dressers in the room. 

“Thank you Namjoon.” You get dressed quickly, and pause at the door. Namjoon and Yoongi are still lumbering slowly through the morning. “I’ll put the coffee on?” 

“You’re an angel,” Yoongi says, smiling. 

You waltz into the kitchen, ready for coffee, ready for food. However, a certain figure stops you in your tracks. Hoseok stands there, his back turned to you. There’s something about him, something about the way he stands, maybe a little too straight, that reminds you of a ghost, a haunting. The specter in your throat looms just as large as him. He’s already dressed for the day, and wears a puffy jacket, as if he’s readying to go outside shortly. He sips meditatively from a cup of coffee. 

Seeing Hoseok, the knot in your chest that Namjoon and Yoongi had seemed to ease last night immediately tightens. Your first instinct is to turn right around and crawl back into the comfort and safety of bed, but no, no you’re not doing that anymore, not turning, not running. So you march straight in. Stand a moment behind him before he turns with a little, “Oh, you scared me.” 

“Hoseok, can we do something today?” you ask, mustering up your best and brightest form of courage. “Just the two of us?” 

He stares at you blankly. “Just the two of us?” 

“Yeah. Is that okay? A hike maybe?” 

“Why just the two of us?” 

He’s never asked that question before. Why is he asking it now? 

“Because… I want to spend time with you?” Because you want to make things easier, because you want to make things right again. Because you want to forget that anything ever happened that might have screwed everything up. 

“Dude, cut it out,” Yoongi calls from behind you. 

Hoseok’s eyes refocus on him. “Cut what out? I’m not doing anything.” 

“That’s exactly the problem,” Yoongi bristles as he steps up to Hoseok. “You think you can just get a nice little early morning fuck in and then dip? That’s not what this is all about.”

“I’m not dipping, I’m not going anywhere. I’m still very much here,” Hoseok says, surprised. 

“I don’t think you are though, bro.” Jimin’s suddenly stepping into the kitchen, joining the conversation. He has the same hard look in his eyes that Yoongi has. You step forward, between them, holding up your hands. You don’t want this to turn into some kind of fight, but there’s still a touch of softness to the way each of them look at the other. 

Hoseok’s eyes dart from Yoongi to Jimin, confusion and worry written on his face. “And I didn’t—we didn’t—” he glances at you. “It wasn’t like that. I think we both agreed that this is how things go. This is how everyone wants things to go, don’t they? Casual. Easy. Detached.” 

Jimin frowns. “You’re playing dumb, Hoseok.” Yoongi nods. “This might be a casual setup but that doesn’t mean you can just ignore us.” His eyes flicker to yours. You in particular, he seems to mean. 

“I’m not ignoring you guys, not on purpose,” Hoseok says, though the tightness in his voice gives something away. A tension within him. Maybe he means it genuinely, but there’s something else there too. A discomfort. “I’m overwhelmed with work. I’ve got a massive project that’s expected to be done by the end of the week. I have other things to do than just fuck all day.” 

“No one is asking you to fuck all day?” Yoongi says, a hint of incredulity in his voice. “Where the hell did you get that idea? Where the hell are you getting any of these ideas?”

“Hoseok, Yoongi—” you butt in, but something hard has already settled in Hoesok’s eyes. 

 “I dunno what you want me to say.” Hoseok shrugs, turns, and leaves. Giving up.

You, Jimin, and Yoongi glance at each other. 

“You need to go after him,” Jimin says, head tilting in the direction of where Hoseok disappeared. “You need to talk this out,” he says. You nod, already turning to race out of the room after your friend. He’s quicker than you are and you take several wrong turns before finding him stepping outside through one of the many doors that lead to the backyard. You step outside in socked feet and immediately regret it, the chill of the ground sinking through your socks, the large and fluffy cardigan Namjoon had picked out for you doing very little against the cold of late fall. 

“Hobi?” You catch his hand in yours as you hurry to catch up with him. 

He turns to you, an expression of confusion on his face. 

“You’re being weird,” you whisper. 

He looks down at where you hold his hand. 

“I am not being weird,” he mumbles. 

“Yes you are!” 

“If anything, you’re the one being weird,” Hoseok cuts back.

That’s not something you anticipated.  

“What?” 

Hoseok looks down at you, his eyes burning with something unspoken. “Nevermind.” He pulls his hand from yours. 

“Jesus, Hoseok, why is it always ‘never mind?’ Just goddamn tell me!” 

“You just…” For a moment it seems like he’s going to hold back his next words, that he’s going to swallow him down. But then something breaks and his gaze shifts back to you. “You just waltz in and ask me to go on a walk as if nothing has happened!” 

You blink at him. “You’re weirded out that I asked you on a walk? We always go on walks!” 

Hoseok frowns. Opens his mouth. Closes it again. “Well. It’s not just that. It’s other…things too. ” 

“Hobi, you’re being weird. Tell me why you’re being weird. I don’t want to keep guessing.” 

He pauses for a long moment. 

“Why didn’t you kiss me?” Hoseok finally asks. 

“What?” You haven’t kissed anyone all day. But it’s not like the dynamic in the house had everyone making out in broad daylight. 

“I saw you kiss Jimin, and Taehyung. Even Yoongi at one point. But not me.” That’s when you realize that he’s not talking about today. He’s talking about that night. About the orgy. You can’t help the flush that rushes over your features as the images of that night come flooding back. Hoseok, inside you, thrusting, filling you up. 

And, what were you supposed to say after all that? That you had kissed the others because you had a history with each of them, that you’d fucked each of them before, so it felt different? That felt harsh. Untrue, even. So you say what you can manage closest to the truth: 

“Well. I… it seemed like too much.” 

“I seemed like too much?” 

“That’s not what I said, Hoseok.” 

The two of you stare at one another. 

“What I felt… what I feel. It’s a lot. Too much.” You scratch your head, unsure how to put the garbled up mess of feeling in your chest into words. 

“What you feel… for me… is too much?” 

The both of you are speaking slowly as if in riddles and rhymes. So when silence settles between you with no outlook of ending, you say: “I should also point out you didn’t kiss me.”

He blinks back at you. “Well. Yeah.” 

“‘Well, yeah?’ What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“It’s tricky.” 

“Try me.” You cross your arms. 

He pauses, looking you over as if to gauge you before speaking. “I just don’t want it to get messy.” 

“Hobi, surprise, we’re already there. You had your cock in me at six a.m., and now you won’t spend any time with me—how the hell is that not messy?” There’s a little bit of laughter in your voice. Incredulity. 

He flushes at your word choice, but assents. “I guess you’re right.” 

Hobi always had a way of making up impossible, arbitrary rules for himself. Practicing his dance from beginning to end and starting over when he came across a mistake. Brunch, always, the night after drinking. Never taking more than a day to respond to a text. And just as he had the rules, he also had a horrible tradition of beating himself up for not following them. Because they simply couldn’t be followed all the time, perfectly. 

“I thought… I thought we were keeping it casual. And it seemed like an easy line to draw in the sand, you know, to say that kissing was off the table.” He pauses. “Even with you.” Even with you. As if you could be some kind of exception. “And then, now that you mention it, I think I kept drawing the line. Kept keeping you away. Because I thought that’s what you wanted.” 

“Hobi… it’s not what I want. Why would I want to stay away from you?”

“I dunno,” he looks down, looks away. “I think I messed it all up.” 

“You didn’t mess it up, not in my eyes, not really. It seems like we’re both in the wrong,” you say softly. 

“It seems so.” 

“This is dumb, right?” 

“This is so dumb.” 

A smile slowly spreads across the both of your faces. The two of you grin at each other for a long moment, just staring, just smiling. And it feels normal again, like maybe you hadn’t fucked as the sun rose, like maybe you hadn’t both messed up, like maybe you had kissed him after all. 

“What about now?” you ask. 

“What do you mean what about now?” he asks, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. 

“What if I kiss you now? Is it against the rules?” Your heart is beating straight out of your chest but you can’t stop this, can’t stop it moving forward. You take a step forward.

He gulps. Shakes his head. He can’t take his eyes from you. He steps in. Leans down.

Your lips meet. It is a tentative, fluttering thing. You are careful with each other, your hand coming to rest gently on his cheek, his fingers fluttering by your hair before he presses in and holds your head between his hands. 

“Kissing is okay,” you breathe against him. “Not against the rules. Friends, we—fuck—I don’t know. Friends with benefits?” You’re not sure if that’s the right word, if that’s the right way to put all of this. It feels wrong on your tongue. “They kiss. Totally.  And—I like it. Like kissing you.” 

“You’re rambling.” 

“I know.” 

You can feel the smile on his mouth hovering between you as he captures your lips again and presses in closer, taking another step towards you. One of your arms winds around his neck, while his hands skate across your back, pulling you in tighter, your bodies flush together. His lips brush across yours like a breath, teasing you, and you take the bait, chasing him. 

“Do you really want to kiss me?” he asks. 

“Yes,” you breathe. 

He smiles.

He kisses you like a glacier kisses the land: slow, steady, inevitably. The kiss is unyielding, ice sliding against rock, bound to change the landscape, smoothing over jagged edges. The pressure is inevitable, building within you like something undeniable. You let it build to a tension so high you think you could sing with it. He tangles his hands in your hair, his hips pressing against yours, a leg slipping between yours. You let out a gasp as his thigh presses against your core. And you’re spinning, until your back hits the hard plane of the door. He’s pressed you up against the glass. 

You pull away, catching your breath. 

“If I’m honest: I thought we were bad at kissing, after that first kiss,” you admit. 

“Honestly? Me too.” 

“But this is, um, this is much better.” 

He chuckles, tilting his head, his eyes flickering down to your lips. 

“Is it bad if I want to keep kissing you?” 

“No, this is totally normal,” you whisper back as his lips lean in. “Friends totally kiss like this.”

“Totally.” 

There’s a lie in your words but you can’t pinpoint where it is, but you feel it swell beneath your tongue. You swallow it down, ignore it, move on as your lips meet once more, as his tongue slips within your mouth, exploring. As you bite down on his lip, giddy at the little gasp that leaves him. As he grinds his hips into you and you gasp back. You’re a mess of exploring limbs and tangled tongues. 

“Do you want to get out of here—?” you whisper. His eyes widen. He bites his lip. 

A redo. A chance to do this the right way. Where he doesn’t leave you at the end. 

Tap. Tap. Tap. 

You spin around, your hand grabbing at Hoseok’s as you do. Jimin is standing at the glass door, leaning against it. 

“I see you two did some working out of your problems,” you hear his voice muffled through the pane. “Though your measures of working out aren’t typical, they’ll do.”

“What do you want, Jimin?” Hoesok asks.

“Breakfast. Come inside. We need to talk.”

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[marvus-xoloto]

Some Sweet Nasty Intimacy I've been thinking about. Some of these are rewritten from a post in my drafts (that I've apparantly posted before?? But I liked them so. Rewrite time).

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-You are the only one at the party who recognizes that Marvus has abused one too many substances that night. He’s looking a little queasy but he refuses to either admit it or give up. Cue his delighted face when you tell him hey 😏 you’ve never been there before 😏, and “where’s the bathroom 😏?” He’s sick pretty immediately and you get the pleasure of holding his hair back and rubbing a cool wash cloth against his sweaty neck. He’s so dizzy he’s gripping onto that bowl for dear life, but you occasionally catch him looking at you with the softest gaze you’ve ever seen from him. You also get to see how completely indesctructable alternian face paint is. How is he leaving this bathroom with a full face?? You may never know.

-DATE NIGHT You and Marvus dancing and goofing in the kitchen, singing along to Britney Spears and freestyle rapping some of her verses. He’s wearing basketball shorts and socks and fluffy slippers. You're both drinking faygo out of champagne flutes.

-Marvus asking you to help him pull his hair back but, instead of turning around, he just gets really into your space and hands you a pink ribbon. You rake his hair back and run your fingers through his bangs (which flop forwaed again) as you tie his hair back, facing him. Bonus headcanon: prolongued eye contact with purple bloods makes you see shrimp colors and the world gets all wavy outside of the view of their face.

-Continuation of the above: Marvus asking for your help tying his bowtie. You don’t know how to do it, so he wraps it around your arm a few times and shows you how to tie the bow over your wrist. Or, if you do know how to do it, he takes a moment to pull your hands by the wrists around his neck to that secret space behind his hair, winding the ribbon around his neck. He shivers.

-Marvus pacing around the room, ranting and raving about literally whatever set him off, or just gossiping, or just venting about something that bothered him. And then the second he's done he's pushing his face into your belly, arms around your waist and purring loudly as he nuzzles his face into you. Because expressing his "negative" emotions with someone is High Forms Of Intimacy for him.

-Marvus leaves his dirty clothes "for you" while he leaves to go on tour, and is hurt when he gets home and you've either washed them or, more likely, quarantined them in his closet bc they're stinky. So you weren't sniffing his panties while he was gone?? You weren't wrapping yourself in his sweat soaked shirt and crying while eating ice cream from the tub, awaiting his return?? Bonus headcanon: trolls are pretty terrortorial (lol), and leaving behind their scent in your territory is a way of a. testing the waters of a quadrant and b. trying to sneak their way into some sort of nesting thing with another.

-TAKING CARE OF MARV WHEN HE GETS SICK 🥺🥺🥺 I've said this before, but you know he's PERFORMING for those pity points. He will paint a sadder, more pathetic look on his face. He will rub his snotty nose on your shirt. He will try to make out with you with his nasty sick breath. He will whine and complain and goad you into spoiling him, and he loves that he gets to act like that. He doesn't like when adoration comes to easy.

-Marvus appearing in your nightmares and shifting them into dreams once you tell him you've been having a hard time sleeping lately. Marvus leaving happy jujus (such as: fond memories you've shared, or perhaps a little marvus plush) in your dreamscape to keep your dreams sweet. Marvus showing up sometimes in your dreams just because he misses you. I'm imaginine the music video to daft punk's "something about us" here lol.

I'd love to write some more but my inspo is drained, so perhaps later?

#silas.txt #do i tag this? fck it #marvus #marvus xoloto

[klirk-hammurton]

New follower here! I love your Metallica imagines! 🥹

If you are still taking requests, can you write for how the members of Metallica would help if you were sick/injured and how they may go about cheering you up/making you feel better?

I need this in my life right now. 🤒

I most certainly can my dear! I hope you get to feeling better! Hopefully this brings a smile to your face. Thank you for the love and support as well ❤

James Hetfield 

He's attentive to your every need.  Brings you fuzzy blankets, fluffy pillows, hot coffee/tea

He's going to cuddle the fuck out of you. Don't try pushing him off either. He's 6'2" of pure adorable dorkiness and is determined to have you feeling better

"Who hurt you? They'll pay dearly for this"......."James, sweetie….you can't punch a cold in the face…"

Movie marathon. He doesn't care how much he dislikes a movie, if it's your absolute favorite comfort film, he's snuggling up with you and watching it

He's not going to let you do anything. You just worry about getting better. 

He's gonna do his best to make you some soup. Homemade soup can kick any cold in the ass.

Probably makes a trip to the store and overstocks on everything. You send him for one thing and he comes back with $60 worth of stuff from CVS and a receipt long enough to cover a football field.

If you're too sick to bathe, he'll handle that for you. It's little small things like this he loves to do. He'll help you wash your hair, sit back and relax. 

He'll put all of his plans on hold for you. He hates the idea of himself having fun when you can't. You're his first priority 

It might be cheesy, but he'll lay with you and hum soft and soothing lullabies to help you relax. He's a giant teddy bear

Cliff Burton

He's going to do everything he can think of to get you better.

Blanket forts and tons of pillows. Look, he's a big kid and laughter speeds healing.

Don't be surprised when he brings you tons of stuffies after also soup shopping. It's the thought that counts, right

Would probably Google some home remedies for you. "This should work. It's an old timey family remedy." 

Don't worry about the smoke alarms going off. He has everything under control. Kirk is probably shaking his head in the background mouthing 'he doesn't have it under control…'

He's a try hard. He's going to put in so much effort into the simplest of things. 

"Are you comfortable? Do you need more blankets? I have more." You're already buried in blankets and just don't have the heart to tell him no. He's trying 

Poking the canned soup with a spoon. "This definitely doesn't look right…." ……"You're supposed to add milk or water to it first."

He'll help you brush out your hair and shower you in kisses

Lay's next to you and runs his fingers through your hair until you fall asleep. He won't sleep until you do

Kirk Hammett 

He's going to absolutely baby you. Catering to you hand and foot.

Don't be surprised if he tries to get you to come meditate with him. Sometimes natural medicine is all you need

He's an excellent cook, so of course he's gonna go all out in taking care of you. 

Breakfast, lunch and dinner in bed. He's so proud of himself and all of these extravagant dishes he's bringing to you. 

Is going to snuggle you and look at you like a lost and sick puppy. Not the puppy dog eyes….yes, the puppy dog eyes.

Body massages to help ease any tension. Certain massages help in boosting the immune system

"I know you said chicken noodle, so I bought that, cream of chicken, chicken vegetable….is that too much?" He's an overachiever. 

He'll let you lay on top of him on the couch and cuddle. Head scratches and back rubs and forehead kisses.

Runs you a hot bubble bath with Epsom salts. He'll sit next to you on the edge of the tub and stroke your hair

Would probably get sick too because he can't stand the idea of quarantine. 

Lars Ulrich 

Probably sanitizes everything to make sure you don't get sick again. Can't take no chances.

He's known to be a pretty good cook, especially with soups. You're in good hands with him.

Asks you taste test everything he's making. Pouts a little when you say no but then remembers you're sick and you don't eat him getting it too. Don't mind his pouty face, he'll recover from it

Brings you tons of things you'll need. Hand sanitizer, tissues, spare garbage can for the trash, cough drops, you name it. "So I might have gone a little overboard…."

If you're a bookworm, he'll buy tons of books and snuggle up with you to read them. It melts his heart when you fall asleep on him.

Don't be annoyed if asks you a million times a day on how you're feeling, if you need anything, 

Probably brings board games as a way to help waste time and help keep your mind occupied. He only has to grow old, not grow up.

Brings you a giant stuffed animal with get well balloons. Don't judge him, he's trying. It's comical because the bear is almost as big as him.

Does small things around the house so you don't have to worry about them. He just wants you to focus on getting better

Snuggles up with you to watch your favorite TV show or comfort movie.

Jason Newsted

Goes all out in the 'I'm gonna take care of you' department. Don't get mad if he goes overboard 

Brings little small care packages to help cheer you up. Little baskets with your favorite teas/coffees, sweets, probably some candles and bath products 

He's very attentive to you and pays attention to even the smallest of things. Sure he's known to be the tough guy, but around you he's like a harmless puppy

Brings you lots and lots of pillows and fuzzy blankets. So many pillows. You can never be too comfy at this point 

He'll surprise you with your favorite flowers to help liven up your mood. He just wants you happy and healthy

Movie baskets equipped with the first movie you watched together, snacks, some cold meds for you, a cheesy love note or two 

Even if you're sick as a dog, he's still gonna give you compliments on how pretty you are. Don't tell him you aren't, he WILL argue otherwise

 Does little small chores around the house. He doesn't want you doing anything that you're not supposed to 

Makes you a mixed tape of some of his favorite songs and artists that he'd listen to when he's feeling down

Lots and lots of audio books to listen to together 

Robert Trujillo 

Surprises you with several care baskets. One for when you're sick, another of your favorite bath products, and a third for staying in together and enjoying each other's company 

Leaves you handwritten love notes for when you wake up. You'll find them everywhere. 

He'll help you with your hair, brushing and braiding it for you.

He's going to snuggle and cuddle the fuck out of you. He's a total snuggle bug.

Brings matching snuggy blankets to cuddle up with and watch shows and movies with you

Gentle body massages to help you relax and unwind, peppering you in little kisses all over 

On a day when you're feeling a little better, he'll serenade you. He's a hopeless romantic no matter the situation 

He's a big kid, so when you're up to it he's breaking out the board games with you. He'll let you win a few times too

Home cooked meals. Being Hispanic and Native, he has a lot of recipes for remedies to help get you feeling better

Lots of nice hot bubble baths. He'll stay right by your side, stroking your hair and keeping you company 

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[pikachu78109]

Hi!! Your writing is amazing! I was wondering if you would do HC’s for Leon and his Male S/O (or gender neutral whatever works best for you) trying to tame Leon’s inevitable quarantine mane. Leon’s hair is so long and fluffy as is so I can only imagine that her need help from his S/O during a quarantine lol. Again I love your writing so so much!!! 💕💕💕

((Aw, thank you so much! Somehow, I didn’t see this message on my mobile app until I jumped onto my desktop, which is odd to me. But, yeah, sorry for the delay!)

LEON X MALE S/O:  TANGLED MESS

- Quarantine hit Galar quite hard. Since it started, the Gym Challenge had to be put on hold and the Battle Tower wasn’t spared either. Most non-essential businesses had to reduce their hours, which made getting other necessities done a lot harder. Of course, for you and Leon, it wasn’t a problem. At first. You didn’t spot right away, but when you started to notice that your boyfriend’s mane was looking....shaggy, to say the least, that’s when you started to put two and two togther.

- Since the barber shop closes so frequently, you had to play the role as hairdresser. Of course, Leon doesn’t mind though; he loves it when you play with his hair. He adores how you give him relaxing head massages and how you brush his hair every morning because you are so gentle. Leon practically purrs and melts at your touch, so the idea of you being his personal friseur (hairdresser in German), why, he lit up!

- You knew exactly how to tame his wild mane. However, knowing where to start was the tricky part. Beginning with brushing, it was quite difficult given that Leon’s hair proved to be a feisty Tangela. You didn’t want to accidentally tug at Leon’s scalp, so you would have to be very delicate with your brush strokes in order to detangle the mess. Your poor hairbrush will be left traumatized...

-Now, cutting wise. You and Leon do not have the proper snips for this task. But, when there’s a will, there is a way. Or, simply, make do with what you already have. BE RESOURCEFUL!! Charizard would be looking at you two with a confused expression, but nevertheless finds your careful, meticulous way of cutting Leon’s hair amusing.

-During this process, Leon attempts to assure you that you’re doing a good job and that he isn’t going to be upset with any mistakes that you have made. He’s a quiet during all of this, because he respects your concentration. But, at the same time, he wants to make you laugh and ease your focused, stiff tension with light-hearted jokes and compliments.

-When you’re done cutting, you know that you may have slipped up in a few areas, but Leon doesn’t seem to pay no mind to it. He feels absolutely refreshed and jokes about the pile of hair that is on the floor. 

-Looking into the mirror, Leon is quite surprised. Elated more like. Despite a few hiccups here and there, he adores your handiwork and pays you back with endless compliments and kisses. His head feels much freer from that monstrous mane and you have successfully slayed that hair beast to free your prince <3

#pokemon swsh #pokemon leon #x male reader

[ppopinjaysworld]

My Eyes and Your Eyes

I realise I have not posted fanfic on this account before but I wrote something for Masamune recently! It's a wholesome little story about some events I imagined from his childhood.

This is just a preview, read the rest on Ao3!

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Summary: “Sometimes our closest friends are the ones we don’t expect.” Kojuurou poured a steaming cup of water from a kettle, handing it to the young master. “Life has its strange ways of bringing people together.”

After losing his eye, Bontenmaru is shunned and looked upon with disdain, feeling abandoned by the cruel world he has been thrown into. Life looks bleak, and his future uncertain, but perhaps all he needs is someone who shares his pain and shows him that he is worthy of love and happiness again.

Note: Most of this story is set during Masamune’s childhood, so Masamune goes by his childhood name, Bontenmaru, and his younger brother Masamichi appears with the name Jikumaru. 

This story might have been a bit too emo at the start, but I wanted to explore Bontenmaru’s inner conflict while growing up, as well as his emotions. Enjoy!  

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“You’re so slow! I’m gonna win for sure!” 

Bontenmaru sneered, swinging a large stick down onto his younger brother, who parried the blow just in time with another stick. 

Jikumaru grinned, his cheeks round with puppy fat. “I’m not going to lose! I’ll become the strongest samurai!”

“Fat chance!” Bontenmaru struck again, finally hitting his brother who remained unguarded, in the arm. “I win!”

Jikumaru flopped down onto the soft grass of the garden, squealing as his older brother dragged him along the grass, not caring for the grass and soil that clung to his hakama — it was dark blue, anyway. The cherry blossoms had just started blooming again after a brutal winter; the wind scattered their petals, like a pink and white storm in the garden; the birds and animals had just returned from their winter slumber, and their activity around the garden promised lovely spring weather ahead. Likewise, Bontenmaru’s quarantine for his illness had just been lifted, and he was once more free to roam around the garden, making mischief like he always did.

The garden in front of the castle’s main house was loveliest in the spring, with the perfect temperature for playing outside, and the right amount of rain for the plants to thrive. Spring also meant more animals, especially the stray cats that the castle’s residents had come to adore.

The two boys didn’t hear the soundless footsteps on the wooden engawa behind them. Light footsteps matching her willowy figure, a tall young woman perched herself there, her delicate shoulders wrapped in a thick woollen shawl over her exquisite kimono.

She stretched out a bony hand. “Jikumaru! Come here! Your clothes are all dirty now.”

Tiny bare feet plod along the ground as the younger boy sprinted across the garden, towards the engawa. “Mum! I’m hungry,” he whined.

“Oh, I’ll ask the maids to bring you a snack,” she cooed, wiping Jikumaru’s sweat with a handkerchief. 

Bontenmaru hid a small yellow bloom behind his back, an artless grin lighting up his childish face as he approached his mother, who was busy fussing over Jikumaru’s dirty clothes. He hadn’t seen his mother in weeks. It had definitely been more than a month since he was quarantined for his illness, the reason his right eye was covered in white bandages.

“Mum!” He cried, “I got something—”

“Go away.” Yoshihime’s long black hair fell over her eyes, casting a shadow over them — she looked like something between a ghoul and a woman. “I don’t want to see that… that eye of yours.” 

“Mum?” What was happening? Why would his dear mother say that? Bontenmaru stood in silence, jaw gaping.

“Don’t stare at me like that!” Yoshihime’s fair visage scrunched up, lips upturned as though she had just stepped on an insect. “You’re hideous! I don’t want to look at a one-eyed monster like you.” She hugged Jikumaru close to her, almost as if shielding him from his own brother. 

Almost as if he was really a monster. 

Sliding open the shoji, she ushered Jikumaru back into the main house, his pleas to stay outside falling on deaf ears, and he took one last sorrowful look at his older brother before Yoshihime sent him away.

Bontenmaru let the flower fall to his hands, and unknowingly crushed its dainty petals and stalk under his foot as he took a step back. As she retreated back into the main house with her other son, Bontenmaru looked down — the remains of the little plant stared back up at him, yellow petals torn and scattered on the grass. Destroyed. 

It was only fair, he thought. What his mother had just done to him was no different. 

They said boys didn’t cry, so why did his good eye feel wet, blurring his vision?

The shoji slammed shut.

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#sengoku basara #date masamune #katakura kojuro #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic

[silviakundera]

Lighter and Princess Episode 6

idk if this is on purpose or not by the stylists, but it struck me that he now looks more mainstream. Normal hair, more standard clothes. Is he tweaking his look into what he thinks is more her type? 🤔

Ren Di is completely my type as a university student. Don't leave me girl, I still need my eye candy 😭

can't believe I'm stuck here with class president, ML in his self-important brat era, and a version of the FL that I'm not even horny for 😭😭

Professor X uses a very suspect metaphor to convince FL that ML is not her mom. The true captain of this ship.

wow, that's the lamest bar fight I've encountered in a cdrama. and that's saying something.

but now ML is wooing FL by commenting on her code. That's... pretty much how I had Mark win over Eduardo in my most popular TSN fic. 🙈 So, valid.

"Miss Zhu, what's wrong with me?"/ Nothing. You're good. / (sexual tension you could cut with a knife) / "They're coming." / "Who is afraid, you or I?"

OKKKKKKKAY that was chemistry. And you obviously, obviously are so into each other. So just get together already. I suppose I've been there. They're drawing it out because they're enjoying the mutual chase.

ML totally deserves to be in a horrible bitchy mood after Random Female Extra spilled coffee on his computer (justified homicide tbh) and yet, my dude, there were a hundred more times you'd be justified to be a jerk to Annoying Class President. Like, the 1 (one) thing that's not legit is to shame her for not being as smart as your canon-certified genius self. There are so many other valid reasons she sucks.

As she immediately demonstrates. ugh, can't stand her.

Episode 7

sigh, my second hand embarrassment squick is not enjoying the bid subplot. They do suck at design but ML's methods are also very immature. Most rl professionals wouldn't do business again with a partner that pulled that bullshit on a bid, even if they won it. The narrative tries to excuse it but NO. This is the type of engineer who needs to be transferred to more independent tasks, who you quarantine from having to work with others before he death spirals your staff turn-over rate 😂

His boss boyfriend shtick is age appropriate dumb, so it's endearing. He's been creating reasons to allow her to stick with him for a long time now. And she's actively participating, while pretending to have no choice.

ML recovers his image in my eyes with his practicality at his project being swiped by the org higher in the hierarchy. Pick your battles. It's one thing between independent companies, but this is an internal fight they can't win. They don't have the political muscle in the uni. Unless the professor wants to go to battle for them, or if her mom has a connection. But even then, why spend your social capital that way? I'd just take the L and move on. [Edit: I'm on ep 10 and have to laugh because she DID leverage her connections to win the battle. well ok then, girl! 😂 ]

Episode 8

ha ha I'd also do absolute bare minimum (if that) on the stolen project, so I'm feeling FL at the start. Guys, this is where malicious compliance shines!

ML and Annoying Class President uniting to protect FL was not what I was expecting to start this episode.

"As for Li Xun's matter, I care." sigh. A fool, but a romantic one.

Evil Project Stealer is incompetent. That should be its own vengeance in a way. But sadly there are always those people who are incredibly skilled in managing up and so they coast forever.

Her minion is actually pathetic, though. Those grad school traps where you're blocked from finishing your program & get taken advantage of are very very real. It happens in North America too.

Cutely drunk FL is an overused cliche BUT I am enjoying the dynamic of Ren Di with the budding couple and most importantly, FL is indeed adorable smooshing her face into his neck. and then clutching his hand ❤

I applaud her crawling into his bed. But the fact that he wasn't in it reduces 2 stars.

A+ collapsing against his shoulder to sleep, though. awww he admitted she affects him.

#lighter and princess #cdrama #lp spoilers

[hellonoblesky]

Opinions on the harbingers. Like them, hate them? Who's your favorite? Any one of them you're mildly interested in a totally normal way?

(I am totally normal about both Childe and Scaramouche... Definitely. Def didn't have a slight mental health crisis (all resolved DW!) and watched TikTok about both of them think 'oh wow! That is so relatable! I really do understand the mindset!")

HEHEHE GIGGLES MANICALLY I DO VERY MUCH LOVE THE HARBINGERS!!!

Pierro has been a favorite lore character of mine since Pale Flame came out (especially because it dropped at the height of my 10hours a day genshin fixation during quarantine), and I hope he like. Kills a god. I think that would be fun. I think he should be playable also literally just because he's some cringe-fail old guy (and also extremely close-knit with lore and I want to know everything). Also he's a Jester. I love Jesters. He's silly. He plays chess. He predicted the Cataclysm. He's like. A silly guy.

Pantalone is a huge favorite of a dear irl of mine so I've come to like him via osmosis (silly money man)

OH GOD AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON LIKE. SIGNORA AND HER ENTIRE STORY I MISS HER SO BAD I MISS HER LIKE A PART OF ME SHE JUST WANTED TO DEFEND HER NATION AND THEY TREATED HER LIKE SHIT BECAUSE SHE DOVE SO DEEP INTO HER WORK THAT SHE BECAME ALMOST MONSTEROUS HERSELF AND AND SHE DID DESERVE THAT AND SHE MAKES ME SO SO SAD!!!!!! SHE DIDN'T WANT TO HURT ANYONE!!!!!!!! SHE WANTED TO HELP ITS NOT HER FAULT THAT ACCEPTING THE CRYO DELUSION SUPPRESSED HER MEMORIES OF HER INITIAL REASON FOR BECOMING THE CRIMSON WITCH IT WASNT HER FAULT IT WASNT HER FAULT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I really really miss her she's always been a favorite of mine, even before I knew she was the Crimson Witch (in fact before that was revealed, I loved the Crimson Witch and Signora both very dearly and then her identity reveal came out and I was so sosososooooo exited and then ei killed her. So. Common Ei loss I guess) (that cutscene had me in tears) (Signora was so scared) (She wanted to live she wanted to live)

Colmbina I think is one of the few remaining Seelie with human form left (judging by how she's extremely angel themed and a lot of her design motifs line up with Seelie Courts), and also I. Am very lesbian about her. I'm like shaking her around and giggling and bouncing she's soooo silly (I hope she kills a god <3). I love her to bits

Childe. Um. I am so very sorry I have tried very hard to get into him, and as much as his character intrigues me and I find parts of him relatable, I hate his design so much. IT'S. Entirely irrational of me. LIKE. HES A GOOD CHARACTER AND THERES SO MUCH OF HIM THAT INTRIGUES ME but also he looks like someone left a tangerine on a marble countertop for like a week, and I just can't get past it no matter how hard I try :') I rlly wish I could like him tho bc so many of my friends like him and he's really popular, and I DO like his character!! (Like I REALLY like that he's a kid who fell into the Abyss and had so very many things to deal with at a very young age that he scared people so they sent him away, and he's extremely young and has so many aspirations and his government and family have not been fair to him!!!) However, his sense of style,,, bothers me. And I have always been a huge sucker for character design (grew up on graphic novels and comics, lol) it's a major player in how I choose favorites, and I can't stand his goofy little outfit. His boots are cool tho. I do adore his boots. And I like his scarf, and his shirt collar? But I just. Wish he leaned more into the reds and they gave him a more sedimentary rock-type color palette. It would suit his hair much better, and sedimentary rocks are formed by settling in water, and are often carved through BY water, so they could have used blues as an accent color (which would easily bring out his eyes) and I just. RAGH. THERES SO MUCH MISSED POTENTIAL IN HIS DESIGN IT MAKES ME SO SAD

SCARAMOUCHE THO. I love him. My little guy. My bestie boy. I have two friends who've cosplayed him at cons before (If I remember correctly?? It might just be one, but hey). I love his story, I love his character, I was a little sad when they took away his purple and made him Anemo (I really really wanted there to be a narrative about reclaiming the element of Electro as his own, not something of Ei's, (Plus Elctro grant trigger being feelings of loneliness or isolation or stark Difference from society) but the Anemo vision suits him just as well and I feel really punctuated him standing up for the Traveler in that cutscene in his quest because him choosing to defend us was him essentially choosing his freedom from the past, which I find IMMENSELY cool). Also I'm a sucker for inhuman characters. I love how he's a doll. A puppet. I love how he seeks humanity. I love his passion. i love him to bits he's so silly I'm gonna shake him around :3

Pulcinella I don't like bc. His design irks me? It reminds me too much of antisemitic caricatures

Pulcinella. My silly. I hope she maims and kills.

Archellino. Also hope she maims and kills. I think she would be very cool about it (I'm also so lesbian about her)

HOWEVER. Um. Huge confession (that honestly isn't that shocking)

I enjoy the very worst of them.

Dottore is my favorite </3

Is he a horrible abusive scientist with awful morals, a vile opinion of almost everyone around him, and also tortures children/sends them into a gladiator ring against God remnant/lies to their parents/takes advantage of the nation's initial kindness/actively defies protocol and will not obey the law if it suits his own needs/leaves extremely dangerous technology around because he just doesn't need it anymore and doesn't care about who stumbled across it/etc?

Yes.

Am I extremely abnormal about him?

ALSO YES.

I hope he never succeeds in anything again and is forced to tag along with the traveler so I can dissect his character like a lab experiment. He knows things I know. If you put me and him in a room together I will not make him better or worse, in fact, we will have a rabid discussion about Khaenri'ah bc boy oh boy do I just KNOW he's got a history up in that morally corrupt head of his. (Also I live in the USA and Sumeru's academia reminds me a LOT of the US university system (overworking overwhelming ridiculous requirements questionable morals corrupt upper board etc) so. Guy who quit school bc they were like "Ur fucking insane"(he is) kinda resonates with me!!) (also I love mad scientists I love them sosososoososoooooooo much they're SO dear to me) (Mainly because I have an interest in mortuary and forensic sciences)

(Also btw you are incredibly real for hating the vile villain side fo Dottore I completely understand!! He's like genuinely a horrible person <3)

The Fatui as an organization just makes me sad. You ever talk to Fatui npcs? Some of their quests have brought me to tears. They get treated so horribly by the Harbingers and yet they believe with all their soul and heart in the Tasritsa and I just. :'( they deserve a lot better and they make me sosad and there are side quests you do for some of them in the Chasm that make me so so emotional bc it's so clear how little the Harbingers actually care about them :(

#turtledove answers #gi #IM SOS OSRY I just find. Dottore so so fascinating he's like a little bug. I am putting him in my microscope

[spaghets-sentientboatsandtrains]

Probs being parasitic, but I genuinely like your content, and honestly wanna be your friend but anyway that's besides the point:

Who is your favourite Z Stack out of the entire fleet? And do you have interesting facts or headcanons about them? 👉👈

Dont worry, your'e not a bother, mate. I don't mind.

As for your question.

I truly love all the Z stacks, but if I have to pick one, its gotta be Zip.

I don't know why, but I guess his naivety and dumb lovable character speaks to me.

Zip might actually be my favorite overall, but I am not certain on that yet.

What makes Tugs such a lovable show to me is that, unlike other shows, I didn't immediately know who my favorite characters was. Whilst in other shows and series I immediately got attached to a character.

Tugs just has so many good characters and thats one of the major things that I adore about this show.

And for the headcanons:

- Zorran had been very scared of becoming sick after the events of Quarantine.

- Zug has asthma. It was worse back when he was younger, but its gotten better after a bunch of medication and exercises.

- Zebedee is a really good pianist.

- Zip is the youngest of all Zeds and Stars and still growing. He is coming close to Zak's height. Zak is the shortest aside from the switchers. Zeb and Zorran keep teasing Zak about how Zip is going to outgrow him and he hates it.

- Zorran's hair is naturally really curly, but he personally doesn't like it. So each morning he'll put a bunch of hair gel in it to try and straighten it out.

- Going from the hc above, the gel loses its strength throughout the day and Zorran's hair will go back to the natural curls as the day goes by. The others tend to use this as a way to tell the time.

- Zak and Zorran are the only Zeds that frequently smoke, especially Zak. Zebedee is caught snoking on a rare occasion and Zip and Zug are basically banned from having even a single cigarette after they managed to set the kitchen on fire with one smoke.

- Part of why Zorran is Zero's favorite is because Zorran was very young when joining the Zeds. Zorran spent a lot of late teen years with Zero, so partially growing up with him.

- Going off of that, Zero actually does see Zorran as his son, but when you ask either about it, they'll deny it.

- Speaking of father figures, Zebedee has never officially adopted Zip, but they sure make it seem like it.

- Zug is the only one who still has both parents alive.

- Zorran can whistle using his gap tooth

- Zebedee's older half brother used to work for Captain Zero, which is part of the reason he joined the Z stacks later on.

- When playing cards or any game in particular, Zak will always try to cheat. It has become a habit and the others learned to work around it.

Hope this awnsers your question!

#this is tugs #ask tag #headcanon tag #z stacks #tugs zorran #tugs zak #tugs zebedee #tugs zug #tugs zip

[princessallura052]

Voltron Season 1 Thoughts (Review)

Season 1 was a very good introduction to the series. We learned a bit of each character’s base personality and went into depth with some of them such as Pidge and Allura and even bits and pieces of Shiro’s past. We got to see Voltron’s power and the Galra’s cruelty and how seeing that cruelty changed Hunk.

Shay was being oppressed and when he realised he could do something about that, Hunk grew. He stopped being a coward and scared and changed. That was amazing character development on his part.

Pidge also had some good character development this season, going from pushing everyone away to find her family to coming to realise that the team was her family. Hunk and Pidge were probably the two characters who evolved the most in this season and I love that.

I don’t support the trans Pidge headcanon. I believe Pidge was happy to be a girl but made the same decision Mulan did where she chose to pose as a boy to help her family. But she seemed miserable cutting her hair and struggled to let the others in close until she told them she was a girl. I am not super pro- LGBTQ+ but I am okay with same sex couples as long as its not turned into a fetish. However, I am anti-transgenderism. I don’t like it. No hate for the people but it makes me uncomfortable.

Hunk/Shay is adorable though. I support it. I will read it. I write it too. Keith started off interesting and I love his bad boy traits, so sexy and it made him very cool but he also feels very one-note this season. Still sexy, but I don’t like his personality very much. Shiro and Allura do really shine for me this season too though. Shiro is very strong – struggling with PTSD, which was written awesome but still being there for everyone and trying his best as leader.

And Allura, omg girl, my heart. You lost your planet, your people, your family and you’re still fighting for the greater good. Like that is true kindness. The way she helped the Balmera omg and her speech brought tears to my eyes. She definitely is my favourite this season, followed by Shiro.

Lance annoyed me. Like he’s not bad, I know but this season wasn’t really good for him or for Keith, but he’s too shallow for me to like him just yet. The parade stuff and constant flirting annoyed me a lot. I think the only time I liked him was when he defended Pidge in the first episode, like covered her mouth and all to keep her from getting in trouble. Weirdly enough, the two moments I liked him were when he was defending Pidge, once from Iverson and once from Sendak. I think I’ve always been a Plance shipper lol but never admitted it because it felt like that one odd ship.

Overall, I feel this season was a good introduction to the series but it’s not one I rewatch constantly as a whole season. Oh forgot to mention, I also liked the little snippets we got of Shiro and Keith’s brotherly bond. Keith rescuing Shiro from quarantine was probably his best moment to me in this series as well as protecting him when he had a PTSD attack. So yeah, that was sweet!

#voltron legendary defender #voltron allura #voltron keith #vld #vld season 1 #anti trans #kinda anti lgbtq #unfiltered #unedited #stream of thoughts #review #broganes #voltron lance #voltron shiro #voltron pidge #voltron hunk #voltron paladins #voltron coran