#i realize this gives away my other blogs but at this point stopping her is more important to me.

[momodita]

snapshots. [—chilchuck tims]

TAGS / WARNINGS: gender neutral reader, modern au,       minor pining, background marcille/falin WC: 1,000 NOTE: divorced father of 3 save me... save me       divorced father of 3...

✗ MINORS / AGELESS / BLANK BLOGS DNI.

“Move over.”

Chilchuck’s voice startles you. The bowl in his hands is steaming: a hearty stew made with Falin and Marcille’s collective effort—(“Senshi’s tried and true recipe!”). A thick slice of bread perches on its rim. It smells just as heavenly as it did at dinner.

“Here?” you ask, stupefied. The armchair you’ve claimed is wide; there’s easily enough space to fit a Chilchuck-sized person, but your mind jumps—unbidden—to the reason he’d been late in the first place.

“Where else?” He nudges you with his knee. “As if I’m gonna sit near that love-fest over there.”

“You’re not welcome anyways,” Marcille tuts, midway through dipping the maraschino cherry from her sundae into Falin’s mouth.

“This is my apartment!”

You concede with a laugh: it’s just your bruised heart working overtime. The moment his body settles, shoulders touching, you stop being able to taste the ice cream Laios had scooped into your bowl. Existence narrowing to that point of contact with a familiar little rush.

It’s Laios’ turn to choose tonight’s movie, much to Marcille’s dismay—(“A documentary classifies! This is a really interesting one!”)—and he scrolls to find it as Chilchuck digs into his food.

Midway through, you engage him in a thrilling mock-battle of fencing spoons. Falin dozes, lulled from the careful stroke of Marcille’s fingers through her hair. By the time the credits roll, they’re folded onto each other, soft snores drowned out by music.

“They fell asleep again,” Chilchuck drawls, chin cushioned against his hand.

“Must be crashing after all that sugar,” Laios suggests, drapes a blanket over them.

“They were pretty high energy tonight. Eager to hear about how Chilchuck’s date went, I guess,” you tease, taking up the mantle with Marcille fast asleep. “You didn’t even tell us her name.” Keeping the tone casual despite the haunting little pit in your stomach.

(It’d been a shock to hear about it: for as long as you’ve known him, Chilchuck has been eager to keep his life private—even from long-time friends. And there’d been no signs of anyone—except you and your little group—coveting his time and attention; no extra, unexplained toothbrushes, no brands you don’t recognize in his pantry, no missed get-togethers.)

“Huh?” He gives you a look, confusion twisted in his features. The TV’s light illuminates a silver hair. “I wasn’t with any girl.”

Your brow furrows. “…His name? Their name?”

Chilchuck stares. This close—where the minuscule twitches in his expression are noticeable—it’s strangely evaluating.

“You know Marcille was joking when she said it was a date, right?” Heat sears along your cheekbones; embarrassment flushing hot under his gaze—the realization of your mistake.

“Of course I knew,” you say stupidly. Chilchuck’s eyebrow quirks. “Shut up. Don’t look at me like that.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Well, then if it wasn’t a date, who were you with?”

“Senshi,” he says. “He was—we, uh,” his eyes slide off to the side, “I asked him for a favor.”

“Oh?” you hum, relief and mirth creating a warm hum behind your ribs. “Looking to get a side hustle as a cook?”

“Not even close,” he grunts, looking away.

“Should we start calling you our little master chef?” You nudge him with a grin.

“Chilchuck is already quite good at cooking,” Laios pipes up without taking his eyes off the screen. “Maybe he’ll learn to make something else after mastering ramen.”

“Hey—”

“Ramen?” you ask, head tilting. “Like, the instant kind?”

Chilchuck splutters. “No!”

“From scratch!” Laios beams. “Senshi’s said he’s been making really good progress since his first day.”

“Oh?” you grin. “Our little master chef is gonna open a ramen shop?”

“Shut up. No way. Not ever,” Chilchuck grumbles, the high curve of his ear a soft pink.

“I hope you’ll make it for us one day—I love ramen,” you say. “Very tedious, though, so I’ve never done it myself.”

His face scrunches, mouth pursing together like he wants to speak, but doesn’t. His cheeks puff with air, releasing as a long, quiet sigh.

“Oh, hey, so after ramen”—you lean a hand on the chair’s opposite arm, boxing him in with a cheeky little smile—“you should look into French onion soup. It’s probably easier than ramen but caramelizing the onions takes so long—”

“You—!” he leans back, shoulders tense and eyes wide. “Don’t go making requests before I’ve even cooked anything decent.”

“Why not? I bet it’ll be great! You’re good with your hands, so soup is probably a piece of cake for you.” You watch—with no small amount of pleasure—as Chilchuck’s face flushes with vivid color.

“Get away from me,” he mumbles, but his tone is so insincere all you do is laugh. He knocks a loose fist against the inside of your elbow. A surprised noise jumps out; you retreat back against the chair, rubbing the spot.

“Mmh?” Marcille rouses with a sleepy hum. “What’re you requestin’?”

“Chilchuck is making us ramen,” you joke, relishing the way he knocks an admonishing leg against yours. “He’s our little master chef.”

“Oh, yeah. Did Laios end up spilling the beans?” Marcille yawns. Falin stirs, eyes fluttering. “Congratulations, you two.”

Chilchuck goes stiff beside you. “What do you mean?” you ask.

Marcille pauses, head tilting with a drowsy look of confusion. “Huh? Didn’t you ask why he’s learning to make it?” she asks. Falin tugs her sleeve.

You blink. “No. Should I have?” Marcille doesn’t respond right away, head bent to put an ear by Falin’s mouth, expression pinched as they whisper. Then, with a sigh, she reaches up to stretch.

“No. Never mind. Forget I said anything.” Laios is quick to grab her attention.

“Hey, so are you actually opening a ramen shop?” you whisper to Chilchuck.

“You’re such an airhead,” he grunts against his palm.

“I’m great,” you reply. His eyes meet yours, holding your gaze. When next he speaks, his voice is soft—acquiescing easily to your jest.

“Guess you are.”

#chilchuck tims x reader #chilchuck x reader #dungeon meshi fic #dungeon meshi x reader #snapshot fic #reader insert #food as a love language from me wow how new and exciting #momodita fic

[vanilladove]

Hello, I am writing to you anonymously out of shame but you can call me Emy I was reading your blog and I was totally delighted with how you wrote and I wanted to make a request: could you write for Chuuya, Jouno, Dazai and Poe (you can add more if you like) with a reader like Mikan from danganronpa If you don't know her, her personality is a little (very) shy and she is surprised by the slightest show of affection (she is even surprised if you say good morning), often despising herself, asking others to forgive her existence and when people Annoyed with her, she tends to ask if she can take off her clothes or imitate a pig so that they can forgive her for all this because she suffered harassment in the past. I'm sorry if the request is very big 😭 but I would be grateful if you accept it (nothing happens if you don't either) I'm sorry if there are spelling errors but English is not my first language and I am using Google Translator. ♡

~ bsd men with a v shy + fragile reader

bow divider yeribbon

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: various bsd men x gn!reader (dazai, atsushi, chuuya, akutagawa, jouno, poe)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre: comforting fluff!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ content warnings: none! also i'm not v familiar with daganronpa, so apologies for any inaccuracies! i'm just going off what wiki fandom says (。-∀-)

~ dazai osamu

doesn't mind your personality, although at first he teases you mercilessly until he realizes it isn't just an act.

as someone that has also gone through trauma, he would gradually soften up to your personality and reassure you of your worth.

dazai is a very impatient man though, so expect his method of choice to be exposure therapy...like extreme exposure therapy...like bro might slap some sense into you like atsushi & akutagawa ( ó × ò)

when you start over-apologizing, he'll put a finger to your lips and stroke your face and hair to calm you down (ღˇᴗˇ)｡o

expect lots of subtle displays of affection like hand kisses, kissing away tears, and general affectionate flirting.

~ atsushi nakajima

your demeanor confuses atsushi at first, to the point where he cries after the first time he meets you :,(

you're going to get a sentimental, heartfelt speech about how you deserve to live, and how you aren't a burden to anyone.

poor atsu cries over you--you guys probably have daily cry + cuddle sessions.

will do random things to cheer you up and give you many words of affirmation.

buys you a tiger plushie sprayed with his cologne to cuddle with when he isn't with you for comfort ♡

i'd like to think that through helping you, atsushi also helps address his own self-esteem issues ^w^

~ akutagawa ryunosuke

hates you at first and sees you as a cowardly weakling.

it isn't until one day he randomly compliments or helps you and catches your shy/flustered expression that he begins to feel some sympathy.

will gradually visit you more until you stop flinching whenever he approaches you. he can tell you're intimidated by him because of his personality and notorious reputation.

it's definitely hard for akutagawa to be soft with you, since he's a rough person, but he tries his best to be gentle with you.

shows his care through actions more than words (sharing food with you, doing constant check-ins, guiding your back when walking with you, etc.)

promises threatens to kill those who have harmed and harassed you in the past.

becomes overprotective over you, getting mad when anyone--even jokingly--teases you.

~ chuuya nakahara

tough love~!!!

expect a lot of "huh, what the hell are you talking about?" anytime you apologize for something small or suggest some self-sabotage

since you aren't used to affection and often try to reject gifts, thinking you aren't worth giving them to, chuuya will 'lovebomb' you with gifts until you get used to them as the norm and accept them willingly.

although he may seem short-tempered and easily irritated, he'll always make time to sit down with you and listen to your rants/past stories and engage in deep conversations.

holds your hands and reminds you of how strong and talented you are--will keep drilling it into your head until it sticks.

carries tissues in his suit for when you cry.

~ edgar allen poe

this man may be your twin...honestly he's a bit of a mess himself, so he doesn't know how to help you.

i think poe would be relieved to find someone similar to him--also very shy and awkward/bad at socializing.

if you started apologizing when there was a pause in conversation, he would probably apologize back, and you two would go back and forth until karl bites him (꒪▿꒪)

since you both mainly only find confidence in your talents/skills, he would get to know your strengths as much as possible and encourage you to do your best!

will also share his book plots with you, taking you with him into the books and getting your feedback, never missing the chance to show you something beautiful he secretly wrote just for you

overall, poe would make you feel less alone and isolated, helping you gain confidence overtime!

~ jouno saigiku

since you're already so fragile and frantic, jouno wouldn't find any pleasure in torturing or messing with you

ends up helping you under the pretense of "calming down your raging heartbeat and nerves that are too loud"; in reality, he notices how you're always on edge and just wants you to experience some peace and quiet.

jouno's sensitive to others' emotions, so i think if you were having a panic attack or extreme anxiety, he'd immediately hug + hold you until you calmed down again (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

like the rest, he'd offer you words of affirmation and hold your hand in public/around other people.

will stick around you to ward off anyone who tries to bully you or exploit your personality; blushes uncontrollably if you thank him for his simple acts ♡

#vanilladove #vanilladovebsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd headcanons #bsd fluff #bsd x reader #dazai x reader #atsushi x reader #chuuya x reader #akutagawa x reader #jouno saigiku x reader #jouno x reader #poe x reader #poe bsd #edgar allan poe

[noyoyoy]

I figured I’d give SOME oversight on Simon and M/n since my blog will probably focus a lot on him.

If you’d like me to go into detail with the two, I will, just let me know.

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Tw: mentions of abuse, alcohol. infidelity, age gap, blood, and murder.

Additional information:

While growing up, M/n hadn’t experienced love he deemed real. Parents always fighting, cheating on one another and screaming. Siblings never around, old enough and moved out already starting families, I guess it’s safe to say M/n was a mistake in his parents eyes. It caused M/n to hide in his room, isolate and never go out, failing school, no hobbies, just laying in bed all the time on his phone, sleeping, or crying, scared he’d one day act the same as the people he grew up with. You are your parent’s child after all.

M/n’s first ‘real’ relationship lasted more or less 3 years, it’s been so long he doesn’t remember how long he was with her. She was always talking to other guys and girls, arguing with him when she never did anything for him. But he was 13 when they started dating, 16 when they broke up due to her cheating on him. Yeah that didn’t feel good, he was always raised to be a man. Never cry, don’t show emotion, don’t be weak. But he was. M/n was sensitive by nature, growing up in a toxic environment didn’t help either, he couldn’t handle being yelled at, storms, loud noises, or confrontation without getting emotional, he couldn’t help it, he didn’t know why.

M/n and Simon overview:

When he met Simon at 18 after moving out, they bonded fairly quickly for growing up in a similar way (without the murder of his family.) They didn’t talk often, Simon being in the army was the main reason why, he didn’t have his phone often, but one perk is he let M/n stay in his home while he was gone since he had nowhere to go. Simon enjoyed coming home to someone, anyone, a friend he knew felt the same way. Since the incident when he was a teenager, he hadn’t felt any security other than the army. The blood, fighting, not having to care about what other people thought of him because he scared everyone away with his demeanor and stance. M/n made him feel again, he always had a smile on his face when Simon walked through the door, normally cooking or making Simons apartment more cozy and homey. (He asked don’t worry)

When M/n turned 19 Simon started to hang out with him more and more, talking together, cooking together, eating, even reading together in silence, just enjoying each other’s company. They both had to admit, it felt good to be at peace, no screaming, blood, gun fire. Just silence, the sound of pages turning and the smell of Pine in the house, curtesy of the candle M/n bought.

First realization:

M/n knew he liked men more so than women, his mother and last relationship blew that out the water for him. He had a fling with a man at one point during high school but it didn’t last long due to how his father acted when he found out. He was.. angry. He didn’t raise a .. homo as he would say, granted he didn’t raise him at all. M/n would never say that to his face. But with Simon.. he made him feel safe. Was it because he was older? Or the fact that he was capable of killing people as a living. Eh maybe both.

Simon never had a relationship. Growing up with a mother who worked all the time, mostly absent trying to provide for her family, while her husband and his father was a drunk who tormented him in any way possible. All he had was Tommy. Had. When he arrived home to the house disheveled, the tree knocked down, ornaments broken, glass on the floor. He knew something was wrong. And this wasn’t a ‘dad is drunk again’ wrong this was… wrong. Wrong. A wrong that made his heart sink to his feet, a wrong that made him sweat, and lose his breath. Walking through the house as quietly as he could, he stopped in the kitchen and froze at what he saw. His mother, lying on the floor, a hole in her shoulder and what looks like another wound of a knife in her side and chest. He stared at it for what felt like hours. He didn’t even want to go through the rest of the house, scared at what he’d find.

He doesn’t talk about anything else after that. Never going further and into depth about what else happened that night. Only saying that he fled and never looked back.

They might be broken and trying to piece each other together, but at least they are together. Safe, happy, and well, together. He vowed when they started dating that he’d never involve M/n into the affairs of the 141. The 141 would never know about him, no one would ever know about him. Unfortunately that changed when they got married. Having to talk to laswell about not telling price or anyone else about him. It took… much persuasion but she did keep her word. Blanked out the section where M/n’s information would go, before printing and putting it in his file.

He’ll be damned if something were to ever happen to M/n. He was his husband, and just because he doesn’t wear the mask around him, doesn’t mean he won’t bring Ghost into his life if it ment keeping him safe.

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I write fast. I have nothing better to do these days.

#simon riley x male reader #ghost cod #cod mwii #cod #male reader #artists on tumblr

[gold-rhine]

sub Kazuha x Gn! Dom Reader

A\N: Repost bc my previous blog got shadowbanned.  I would describe this as melancholy fluff with some smut and a tinge of poetry. Kind of a slowburn, as much as you can get in a oneshot. and yeah, the preface is tanka, not haiku, but tanka worked better

Warnings: nsfw, but not focused on porn. Cock stands for dick\strap as usual. Edging, overstim, praise, oral, semi-public.

wordcount: 3k

He watches the hills,\ red asters on the lush of green, \ not knowing summer \ is madly in love with him \ and flowers bloom for him alone

You meet him at a party, he’s a friend of a friend. You notice how he sweeps his crimson eyes over you with interest, but don’t pay too much attention. He doesn’t seem like anything special at a glance. He’s pretty, sure, but nothing outstanding, a build on the smaller side, but not enough to be distinctly slender or feminine, just a little short. He’s thin in a wiry kind of way, his skin too tough and weathered from the constant exposure to sun and wind. Someone else could take this brilliant white hair with a red streak and turn it into something striking, but he just keeps it in a ruffled sideways ponytail.

He’s quiet, unassuming, introverted, doesn’t shy away from people, but doesn’t shine either, few thoughtful remarks and a sweet smile. You deem him nice, but boring, and proceed to ignore him. He’s tactful and understanding enough to catch on, and doesn't try to press himself on you.

This night you leave with someone else and easily forget about him.

Next time you meet him, it’s at another party and he’s consoling a crying girl in a corner. She’s choking on her sobs and he’s talking to her, quietly but firmly, you can’t make out the words, but even from afar you can sense the steadfast kindness in his calm voice. You realize it’s better to not interrupt, but give him a glass of water as you pass by. He hands it to the girl and offers you a brief, grateful smile. Next thing you hear about her after some time is that she finally left her asshole boyfriend for good when everyone already gave up on trying to convince her.

Some time after, you two are in the same company again, this time it’s a bohemian group and you’re trespassing in a closed park. You don’t expect him to go along with it, since he seems so quiet and timid, but he actually scales the high iron gates first without hesitation, perches on top and helps others climb.

He looks strikingly different in motion. Easy on his feet, agile, he doesn’t show off, but there’s an elegance of precision in his movements. When he pulls you up by the hand, you lean over him just a little too close and stay just a moment too long. You see the moment he realizes it’s intentional when he looks up at you, his eyes widening, just a brush of pink on his cheeks.

“I didn’t expect this from you,” you tell him, grinning. “You seem like a such a goody-two-shoes.”

He blushes harder, but gives you a wry smile.

“I have a lot of unexpected sides.”

“Then I’m looking forward to finding out,” you wink at him, let go of his hand and jump down, hearing him take a shaky breath behind your back.

Next time you at the same party, he gets a little drunk, and when it comes to risque games that he usually passes over, he sits down, swirls the bottle, and it looks like he knew it would point at you because he throws you a glance, blushing, even before the bottle stops twirling.

You two go into a small, dusty closet, stand between the old, crinkly clothes, and you expect him to be timid, but he suddenly reaches for you, presses his lips to yours firmly. You answer his kiss and feel him melt against you, his soft lips tasting sweet like fruity liquors he was drinking. The sharp sting of herbs kept there against the moth and the smell of Kazuha’s heated skin mix together into a unique blend, he’s warm and firm in your arms. When you run your hand down his body, he makes a cute noise against your mouth, bends his back a little and you can feel the lace of some old dress scratching at your fingers as you move. This is the first time you notice his ability to sharpen the reality around himself, make the insignificant details turn into a unique, unforgettable poetry.

You break the kiss and move away with a sigh, meeting his intent, searching eyes, his arms still around your neck.

“Maybe when you’re sober, baby.”

He bites his lip in frustration, but lets you go. For the rest of the evening, you keep your eye on him to make sure no one takes advantage of his vulnerable state, but he soon falls asleep on the sofa in the corner of the room. When you gently put a blanket over him, he stirs, quietly mutters your name. You smile and press a quick kiss against his temple and leave him to rest.

Few days later when you walk through the woods near the river, you hear faint sounds of music. Curious, you go through the bushes and see Kazuha sprawled on a large sun-warmed rock on the riverside, playing a harmonica, a couple of cats curled around him.

“Hey.”

He jolts up, surprised, disturbing one of the cats. Then he sees that it’s you and relaxes with a small smile. Grey cat huffs indignantly and goes back to sleep. “Hey.”

“What are you doing here, casting a spell to attract the cats?” you ask with a smirk, walking up closer.

He shakes his head with a soft, quiet laughter.

“I like relaxing on warm rocks and the cats like it too. It’s just a happy coincidence.”

“Hmm, I don’t know if I buy that you’re not casting an enchantment. You’ve also attracted me after all.”

“Have I?” he asks quietly, but intensely, his voice trembling just a little, looking up at you with hopeful, questioning eyes.

You lean down, catch his chin and feel him tense under your fingers. You smile, slowly and gently stroke the tender underside of his jaw, watching his eyes lid over.

“Tomorrow, at noon, this place. Show me a truly unexpected side.”

Next day at noon he’s sitting at the same rock, completely naked, watching the river, his back to the road. He feels so nervous, all of his nerve endings raw and sensitive, even slight tickling of high grass stalks around the rock reaching up to his legs resonates sharply, intense midday sunshine feels like a heavy touch. He’s not really noticeable from the road behind the thick bushes of wild briar roses, but the risk of being seen like this is there anyway. He looks at the dark waters of the river with long ribbons of gently swaying water plants, with his heart beating so loudly in his ears that he almost misses the sound of your steps.

You run your hand from his sharp shoulderblades down his spine, very lightly, just the fingertips, and he shivers. When you gently turn him over, press his back against the warm rock and whisper “You managed to surprise me once again. Good boy,” against his neck, he gasps, and when your hand slides down his body, it finds his cock already hard for you, his legs falling apart in invitation. He makes the sweetest moans, air trembling around in a hazy summer heat, smelling sharply of the river and bittersweet mix of grass and flowers. He watches bright red petals of briar roses swirl down the dark green water currents while he himself is losing control as you fuck him, his moans breaking into screaming as he gets closer and finally comes.

He’s not very experienced, but very curious and open to experiments, has no problem admitting when he likes something, even if he blushes adorably while doing so. He likes spontaneity, taking risks and not knowing what to expect. You like teasing him while you two are visiting some new place, - first of all, he’s a joy to travel with, easygoing, surprisingly shrewd, good humored enough to turn inconveniences into something to laugh about. He has adventurous and sharp senses to always find something interesting even in places he’s never been before, but also has so much sincerity and sense of wonder that even most mundane and boring things turn interesting in his presence, your own little poetry lens.

One night he leads you off the main street through twisting alleyways to find a  small town square with a festival of firedancers. When you ask him how did he know, he laughs “I heard the drums and smelled the burning oil, it was bound to be something interesting.” There’s music and cheap wine, and beautiful performances all around, people dancing with burning staffs and poi, flaming spheres on the chains, swirled in both hands. He watches with quiet excitement, biting his lip like he can’t decide whether or not do something, and you nudge him gently.

“Why don’t you try it too, if you want?”

He looks up at you with a shy smile. “I don’t know, you think I could?”

You grin with reassurance. “Of course! Just wait a second,“ you tie his hair up in a small bun to keep from getting burned and let him go. “here, now you’re ready.”

He almost hits himself in a face with fireball at first, but quickly adjusts, his natural dexterity leading his movements, red flares of pois twirling around him with a flourish. He meets your eyes, his own radiant and crimson, fire trailing circles around him, and suddenly the night focuses itself around him, all other dancing lights becoming flashes of red leaves swirling in the darkness, while in the center of it he smiles brilliantly just for you.  

Later, in a small dorm room next to a big hall where the new friends you made at the festival are celebrating wildly, he rides you, slightly burnt fingertips gripping at your shoulders, bright red wax sliding down his arched back, and his deliriously sweet moans drown in the noise of drunken songs and laughter.

He’s also so fun to play with, slowly wind up during the day as you two are just exploring around. He loves feeling like he’s always open for you, even if people around don’t realize, that you can have your way with him at any moment, drag him into the secluded alleyway or a dim arc and kiss him, grope or even push him down on his knees and use his obedient, sweet mouth.

You make some great memories that way too. Finding a small private courtyard drowning in wisteria and peonies, where you two eat lunch on the carved bench. The big street where a litter of puppies escapes it’s owner and runs after him, so he has to catch and give them back, laughing with an armful of puppies trying to lick him.   A small café overlooking the sea, where people on the boats wave at you and you wave back, smiling, seagulls are screaming overhead and begging for crumbs, and when you kiss him, his lips taste of seasalt and caramel dessert he just ate. He’s on his knees on the cracked teal tiles of the public bathroom, his shirt ridden up high enough to expose his puffy pink nipples and his pants down to his thighs, showing his hard, red dick that twitches and leaks as he’s moaning around your cock, his wet gleaming eyes lidding over and your hand buried in his soft hair.

For him, it feels like being carried by a whirlwind, butterflies in his stomach and a translucent swirly current overlaying over the day, punctuated by red splashes of lust that only sharpen everything around. His clothes are buggy enough to hide his arousal, and from time to time you catch his quick excited glances, slight blushes, enjoy how lovely he is in this luminous sharp desire, how you can make him tremble and his breath hitch by just rubbing the back of his neck or drawing circles on his elbow. At the end of the night, sometimes you fuck him roughly, make him come fast, and sometimes you stroke his pretty, swollen cock for so long without letting him cum that he’s writhing in front of you, whimpering and begging incoherently, oversensitive to every touch, tied hands clawing at the sheets. Sometimes he feels like even though he’s free, his heart is clear, but empty, and so the passion you draw from him, extreme, overwhelming emotions make him feel truly alive.

It’s a few months into knowing him he tells you of his past, scarcely, not empathizing, very matter of factly, the disgrace of his clan, his unfair persecution and exile, his travels and struggles. After, you tie him up and kiss and caress every centimeter of his body until he’s delirious with pleasure, make him come again and again. You feel like you have a unique treasure, a golden shard of sunshine in your hands, a rare case when innate kindness doesn’t break or dim under the hardships, but instead only strengthens, brightens with experience and wisdom despite the young age.

One night when you’re exploring a new city, you’re caught in the rain and ran, laughing, to the nearby dingy eatery that is still open at this time. It’s in the semi-basement, so you can see at the street level how streetlights are flickering, blurred in the falling rain currents and puddles, and the cheap lamp over your small table is flickering too. Kazuha is shamelessly perched in your lap, because nobody there cares, your arm around his waist, a little drunk from light beer he’s having, but mostly from how you look at him, his features beautiful and soft, his smell of rain on clean skin and forest leaves overcomes the stuffy sour air around. He truly blooms from attention and certainty that he is wanted, becomes more talkative and excited, starts telling you a funny story about his adventures with his fiend Beidou, widely gesticulating with his hands. Sometimes you catch his hand and kiss his knuckles and he giggles cutely. Your hand slides under his shirt and then under the band of his pants, first just covers his hipbone, but then slowly, teasingly starts moving down his stomach in lazy, light circles, and he doesn’t resist, just tenses, flushed and squirming in your lap, looking into your eyes, your hungry gaze promising what you’ll do to him later.

In the cheap room you're renting for the night you have to fuck him on the floor, bedcover thrown underneath, because the old bed creaks horribly if you even breath on it. His mouth is stuffed with a pillowcase to muffle his involuntary moans and whimpers, because the cheap walls are too thin, and his eyes are rolling over helplessly as you whisper how beautiful and good he is in his ear.

It’s almost sunrise when he’s curled against you on the bed, the sky in a small round window in front of you is clear and vast after the rain, pearly grey and illuminated from within in the wake of dawn. The silhouettes of the buildings are striking against that background, the whole world beautiful and tender like a watercolor painting. He tells you quietly of his friend, his feelings never spoken out loud, and an untimely death that made sure he’ll never be able to express them.

“I made my peace with it,” he says softly, watching the first rays of sun glimmer on the peaks of the highest towers. “I just feel like I’m… not enough for something grander. I’m just a short haiku in the lives of others.”

There’s a lot to say to that. First of all, how much he really has to offer, but also how clarity of a perfect haiku can change life better than the longest poem. But more importantly, how he is enough as he is, how he is a pleasure to be near just by existing, no special effort needed on his part. When you move to hover over him and caress his body, the bed creaks long and loud, but you ignore it. As he’s melting under your touch, he bites his hand to keep quiet, but you gently pull it out, kiss the bitemark.

“But.. I will make noises, I can’t help it,” he whimpers softly, looking up at you while your fingers circle his entrance.

“It’s okay, sunshine,” you tell him, pressing kisses to his jaw, corner of his lips, side of his neck, gentle curve of his collarbones. “You deserve the world. Just enjoy yourself. I’ll tell whoever complains to fuck off.”

He bites his pink swollen lip, whines sweetly and arches his back as you thrust your fingers inside him, his white fluffy hair covering the pillow under. Even on the shittiest old bed, in the cheapest dingy room, he’s perfect.

#rhine writes filth #rhine writes #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #sub genshin #sub kazuha #kazuha #dom reader #sub character

[aubreysheadspace]

hi!! <3 can i rq the omori main cast with a reader who gets attached to people super easily + is rly affectionate :D (separate & romantic pls!! OHOH AND rw not headspace :3) if it's easier for you, you can just write kel, basil, & hero!! ^_^

THANK U AUBREY DEAREST I LUV UR BLOG SO MUCH

MAIN CAST WITH A READER WHO GETS ATTACHED TO PEOPLE EASILY/IS REALLY AFFECTIONATE

WAAA TYSMMM I’m so glad ppl enjoy my work sm :0!! Hope u enjoy!!

SUNNY

SUNNY is absolutely touch starved without realizing it, so he’s definitely stiff and awkward at first when you give him a hug or simply hold his hand

slowly but surely he’s gonna get used to it, and then he’ll be expecting at least a hug every single day at the point. he’ll be a bit disappointed if not but he’ll get over it

if you kiss him he’ll stop anything that he’s doing and stands/sits there for at least two minutes before his ears turn red and his cheeks slightly turn red as well

there was absolute silence, not a single movement from your boyfriend who you decided to kiss on the cheek/lips for the first time as a sweet reminder of how much you loved him. you grew to become a bit worried and poked his shoulders. "SUNNY?? SUNNY, are you okay??" you asked your stoic boyfriend. after a minute of poking him, you saw his ears turn a bit redder then usual and then his cheeks. you smiled a bit, knowing your boyfriend enjoyed the little kiss you gave him

SUNNY doesn’t mind if you get easily attached to others, and doesn’t mind if you two just met and you’re already attached to him

he’ll find it weird, but that’s basically it. he kind of enjoys someone being automatically attached to him for some reason?

if it’s someone else you’ve grown attach as well, SUNNY will feel a little jealous. he hides it pretty well, but always reassure him that you love him the most

AUBREY

when she was younger, AUBREY would always take any sort of affection no matter what and even give back some of her own! although now that she’s hot-headed and a bit aggressive from everything that’s happen, AUBREY stays stiff when you give her a hug of some sort

she immediately look at you in disbelief before slightly smirking and letting out a chuckle. she secretly enjoys being hugged, especially when she’s feeling down the most. she also touch starved without realizing it from not receiving any attention from her mom and due to MARI’s passing

if you give her a kiss she’ll immediately panic a bit and look at you with an even more expression of disbelief like "WHY did u decide to kiss me?!" but she’ll think back to it when she’s alone and not even realize her cheeks are turning red from the feeling and thought of the little kiss

AUBREY’s cheeks grew flustered when you decided to kiss her on the cheek/lips, she looks at you in shock and a bit frustrated. "wh- what was that for..?!" AUBREY asked as you stifled a giggle out. "i just wanted to show my girlfriend how much i love her!" you responded, smiling a bit at her. "pfft— whatever.. at least let me know next time, you dork.." AUBREY looked away as she didn’t want you to see how red she was.

AUBREY will genuinely be a bit surprised that you’re easily attached to people at first, is that why you’re attached to her?

she kind of thinks you’re naive to be attached to others. i mean, what if someone is deep down a huge jerk to you?

this applies if you’re already attached to someone else that isn’t her. she’ll be a bit jealous at first, but then that jealousy dies down if you reassure her a lot with physical affection and words of affirmation

KEL

KEL doesn’t mind if you’re so affectionate, because he is too! this relationship will be all about physical affection mostly but also a drop of words of affirmation

he’ll surprisingly give you affection more than you, and even be ECSTATIC when you give some back! he enjoys it no matter what and he’ll definitely need it when he has a bad day of some sorts

if you decide to kiss him, KEL would slowly process that you kissed him and once he does he gets even more ECSTATIC! he’ll gladly kiss you back with his dorky smile across his slightly red cheek

"woah!" KEL raised his voice a bit after he saw you give him a quick kiss on the cheek/lips for being such a good boyfriend. "you… you kissed me?" KEL said, kind of processing it which made you laugh a bit. "yes, yes i kissed you, KEL." you answered, and KEL finally processed it with a huge smile on his face. "you kissed me! you really did kiss me, [READER]! wow, i’m so happy!" KEL gave you a tight hug and plants a bunch of kisses across your face as his own reward for being such an awesome person to love him!

like the others, KEL does not mind at all if you’re super attached to others including him. that’s what makes you.. you! he won’t change it for the world

in a way, he’s sort of like that too! he understands where you’re coming from and even is a bit bashful is you’re already attached to him!

if you’re already attached to someone else that isn’t him, he won’t even consider himself jealous! he’ll instantly befriend the person as well!

HERO

HERO absolutely enjoys the amount of affection you give him! sure, he’ll be a bit awkward and nervous about it at first but he’ll always enjoy the amount of affection you give him!

he’ll always do something for you in return. you needed to get some chores? HERO has already done them for you! are you hungry for a home cooked meal? HERO has already something cooking just for you!

if you decide to kiss him, HERO will instantly flustered but will give you his own charming kiss back as a little thank you

HERO looked at you with his eyes slightly widened after you decided to give him a kiss on the cheek/lips. he immediately turns into a slightly blushing mess and laughs nervously, "gosh [READER]! at least let me know when you’ll kiss me, haha!" HERO half-joked, looking away to hide his red face. "sorry, sorry! i just wanted to let you know how much i love all that you’re doing for me!" you explained your excuse, to which HERO looked back at you with the same surprised look before smiling warmly. "…thank you, [READER], i appreciate that you’re still with me."

HERO is genuinely a bit surprised how attached you are with people, but doesn’t judge you for it. that’s who you are and he doesn’t want to change you at all because he loves you!

he does know that there are actual jerks out there who’s take advantage of how nice people are, so he wants you to be extra careful!

if you’re already attached to someone else that isn’t him, HERO would love to meet them! he starts up a conversation with them, and just to make sure, let’s them know he’s your boyfriend

BASIL

BASIL is another touch starved one, and it’s pretty obvious. like AUBREY, he’d panic and be all flustered when you give him physical affection

he tries to calm himself down and slowly get used to all the love he gets from you, but he can’t help it! he appreciates all the attention and affection he gets from you but sometimes he gets overwhelmed easily, so make sure you start with him slowly

if you decide to kiss him, BASIL will immediately become all flustered and nervous. he’d excuse himself to the bathroom for a bit and once he does, he immediately tries to calm himself down. he can’t help but smile a tiny bit and cover his face in embarrassment

BASIL let’s out a tiny squeak as you one day decided to give him a kiss on the cheek/lips for how much he’s come so far. his face immediately turns all red and looks at you with a stunned look that said 'did you really just did that..?' you stifled out a tiny laugh and spoke, "sorry, sorry! i’m just really proud of you BASIL for how much you’ve come so far! i guess that was a bit too much for you, so i apologize..!" after you explained yourself, BASIL simply nodded and asked with such a meek and nervous tone, "sorry.. could you excuse me for a bit?" and immediately heads to the bathroom and locks himself in there. he couldn’t stop smiling and blushing for minutes!

BASIL is also surprised when he finds out you’re attached to people quite easily. he used to be somewhat the same four years ago and so he doesn’t judge you for it

although he’s closed off a bit now, he does secretly want to be your number one and never wants you to leave him for someone else

if you’re attached to someone else that isn’t him, BASIL will panic a tiny bit on the inside as he sweats more on the outside. he tries to reassure himself that you love him, so make sure his reassurance is correct!

MARI

MARI absolutely enjoys all of your affection! she’s pretty affectionate herself, so expect a lot of hugs and kisses on the forehead

she also uses words of affirmation as one of her love languages, so expect a lot of compliments and flirting coming from her!

if you decide to kiss her, she’ll blush a bit before smugly looking at you. she definitely tease you a bit just for fun before kissing you as well!

"oh my!" MARI had a bit of a surprised look on her face as she looks at what you did. you decided to give her a kiss on the cheek/lips for being the best girlfriend ever!! you stifled a laugh at her response but immediately recognize the smug look on her face and realized what you put yourself through. "my goodness [READER], i had absolutely no idea you were bold enough to do this, hehe!" MARI said, right before she surprised you with her own kiss. "..but i guess i am too!" she said as she giggled a bit, knowing that her plan to fluster you worked.

MARI doesn’t judge you for how easily attached you are when it comes to people. she’s somewhat the same way?? she could make conversation with someone and immediately earn herself a friend!

of course she’s always be your number one, MARI would make sure of that by giving you all of her affection and love, and inviting you to little dates like a simple picnic with just the two of you

if you already grown attached to someone that isn’t her, MARI would be HAPPY to meet this person! she’ll invite them to a picnic as they, and you too of course, chat it off! like HERO, MARI would let the person know that she’s your girlfriend just in case!

#aubreysheadspace!~ #aubreys writing!~ #omori #omori x reader #omori aubrey x reader #omori basil x reader #omori hero x reader #omori kel x reader #omori mari x reader #omori sunny x reader #omori aubrey #omori basil #omori hero #omori kel #omori mari #omori sunny

[mortal-kombat-1]

what is your opinion on johnny cage's character?

Oh boy, this took me a good bit to think on and type out, lmao. Like, would have it all ready to post then think of something else to add. Thank you draft option 🙏

Overall, I think he's more complex than a lot of folks make him out to be. Yeah, its really easy to just think he's the comedic relief only when the game(s) kinda lead you to believe that. You can't really judge him based on one timeline since the plots/stories keep changing with each game (even if you add in the comics and movies). There's no connecting the dots when it comes to MK lore, lol. You gotta be fairly new to the franchise to think otherwise if I'm being very honest.

But given this blog is primarily MK1 Johnny, that's the timeline/version I'll jot my thoughts out for.

He's obviously not a parent in this timeline unlike 10 and 11, so we can scratch even mentioning that. But, he's once again married, not to Sonya but to Cris. Even so, his ego, money spending and his need to be the prime center of attention gets the better of him causing things to sour in his marriage. Of course ending in divorce. I won't stick up for him, he has his flaws, Cris was definitely in the right to divorce 'em. She deserved to be treated better. I'm not saying the man didn't care for her, it was pretty damn obvious that he did. He's very protective and regrets how he's done her -- he made that clear in a couple of intro's. I really felt like he got into the movie business not only because it was something he always wanted to do, but to make a better life for the both of them at some point, but I think he kinda let it all get to his head and let slip away the reason he was initially doing it all for. So in short: He's gotta take responsibility for his own actions. Nobody else is to blame but himself. But even with that being said, he struggled, obviously an alcoholic -- he's mentioned recovery to Ashrah in one of their intro's; though I'm really convinced he started drinking to forget about certain details of his past... and maybe stress because Hollywood. We don't really get enough information on his childhood other than whats mentioned in intro's with other characters. And even then, they never really seem good nor happy. So I like to think his need to be a people pleaser really stems from his parents. That is in no way me trying to make an excuse for his character, though. The man isn't a child/teen, and I've seen people on here and elsewhere, thinking he's in his 20's or early 30's. And after going through some of the files in the game, a lot of the things he's won or collected were from the 90's -- awards being more specific. So I tend to say he's in his early 40's at the youngest. Also, he's mentioned getting someone younger to take on his role so yeah.

I like how even though others might find his tactics and odd sense of humor (which happens 99% at the wrong time) annoying, they still want him there. And he knows that, the damn smirking gives it away. Does he mature in any way in this timeline -- eventually, but I wouldn't say he's changed completely or he wouldn't be Johnny Cage. I'd say he finally realized there's more to life than money and fame when you got the right people surrounding you, and he gets that by the time the game ends.

Also, that damn boopable nose... they ever change that I'm gonna riot.

I could keep going on about this idiot, but I gotta stop there or I will never shut up sdfghjkl;. It's one of those "I see so much of myself in this character and I'm gonna glue myself to them" type of thing.

#** #I'm sorry if I went in circles or if there's typos scattered about in this; I said to hell with proof reading lol

[ssirenah]

It's your journey; there is no "right" or "wrong."

I was thinking to myself recently, and I realized something that helped me the most, not only when I followed loa, but also now with nondualism and spiritually. I will add sections, there are different parts of what I want to say here.

There is no "truth."

I know bloggers and I have said a lot of different things- "release the ego," "stop 'doing' and just be," "stop misidentifying," etc. But I want to ask you, angels, are you following what speaks to YOU? I have always been a "you don't NEED to 'do' anything to achieve Self" believer, but other blogs may or may not have the same view as me. Why do you think that is?

It is because there is no truth. Nothing is true at all, by itself. Things appear true to Self because they are being the way they ARE, whether it is "favorable" or "not favorable." Remember what I said in this post, nothing is "doing" anything, it is simply BEING as it was "imagined."

Take this mathematical statement - if you have a closed interval [r,s] and a value between that closed interval, t, it is certain that between the r and s, there was a point where the function was exactly equal to t. (This is called the IVT, or Intermediate Value Theorem).

To explain further, let's say Mary arrives to school and enters her first class of the day. She knows she has a fire drill that day. At the end of the day, Mary goes outside to wait for the school bus, so she can go home for the night. Between Mary getting to school and her leaving school, there HAD TO HAVE BEEN A TIME where the fire drill occurred/was true. It didn't happen the entire time, but it happened at SOME POINT. This can go for other parts of her day - lunch, break time, class A, class B, etc. There were several points in the day when each of these scenarios were TRUE. But they weren't true for the entire DAY. This is what makes nothing true. Something cannot be true unless it is constant and unchanging. That's why Self is the only truth, it never "goes away" and never "changes." That's what I mean when I say that the ego doesn't exist, or that the character, circumstances, even these words, don't exist. Only Self does.

This explains why, perhaps, if you try and affirm with a goal of making something else true, it feels resistant because you are doing something that is impossible. There is only Self, and by trying to make some other scenario or existence true, you are trying to make yourSelf true...but you're already true...so...?

In this sense, you could also think that everything is true because YOU are all there is.

Follow YOURSELF.

I want you guys to be honest with yourself as you read this. Ask yourself if this- am I doing what Ssera is describing here?:

Are you reading so many blogs and overconsuming to the point where you're confused and don't know what the right thing is to do? Are you having a lot of resistance? Do feel like you need guidance or the 'key' to make eveything work?

If yes, here is my message for you: You need to take time off of reading posts and just follow what YOU "think" will work for you. If you think letting things unfold naturally will work for you, let things be. If you think shedding the ego will work for you, go in that direction. If you think nondualism isn't working for you, find what does and stick with it. If you like self inquiry, go for it. Disbelieving? Go for it. Law of assumption? Go ahead! Law of attraction? Ok! Void, shifting, scripting? Whatever works for you!

I would like to add, if someone feels like something isn't working for them, don't yell at them that they're giving up or being lazy. Sometimes people need a push, but sometimes it's worth it to let go or give up if it seriously isn't going anywhere. There is a difference between letting go and thinking you can't do something you want to.

Read this post by gorgeous Lilith ><

And here is a quote from that exact post:

"This isn't Neville's, Sammy's, Edward's, or even my reality. IT IS YOUR REALITY! There is no such thing as an "ultimate truth" or "method" for manifesting/reality shifting, as the ultimate creator of your reality you decide every single aspect of your reality, not Neville, Sammy, Edward, etc...Stop listening to people to find an "ultimate truth" or "method" don't even listen to me or other bloggers on this community, find your own truth as the creator of your reality. There is literally no "objective truth" everything is subjective based on your beliefs and whatever you are conscious of." -quoted from @consciousnessbaddie

"Find your own truth as the creator of your reality."

It literally explains itself.

If you don't agree with any of what I just said, don't make it your truth! If you don't agree with the books in Ada's drive, with other bloggers, with teachers, instagrammers, youtubers, don't make it your truth! That's all there is to it!

The "goal" for all of this was always to find your truth and reconnect with your true, powerful self.

Don't listen to "others," if they don't resonate with you, and honestly "others" are only there to point you in the direction of yourself!

Love you all, mes Lumières! &lt;3

#consciousness #non dualism #non duality #nondualism #nonduality #awareness #follow yourself

[lorilane33]

Best Friends

A/N: OH MY GODS HI GUYS!! I am indeed still alive. So it’s been a minute. Or five. Or... closer to three years lol anyway. @jobean12-blog @beccaanne814 and @musings-of-a-rose here this lovely thing is. :) I’m so nervous to be posting again, especially for a fandom like The Last of Us. But, Tommy Miller has give me brain rot, so here we are. I’m going to stop rambling now, so please be nice lol

Summary: A day in the park with your bestie Tommy takes an interesting turn. 

Word Count: 1,369

Warnings: Not a single one. Other than Tommy Miller himself because that man’s southern charm KILLS MEEEEEE. dead. so dead.

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Tommy has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. The two of you are thick as thieves, spending all your free time together and the two of you usually end up escaping the world for a while.  

On this particular afternoon the two of you are at a park Tommy had come by on one of his runs earlier in the week. He had insisted he show it to you the next time you two hung out, and that you would love it. The two of you are currently laying in the grass, watching the clouds go by and just catching up with each other.

You roll your eyes and continue your rambling about a coworker who’s been frustrating you at work. “… she’s just really been pissing me off recently, Tommy! It’s like she’s trying to get herself fired at this point, but the administration hasn’t done anything to get rid of her. It’s a never ending cycle at this point.” You finish with a huff, crossing your arms in frustration. 

Tommy, who is normally ready with advice or another appropriate response to whatever it is you’re talking about, is far quieter than usual after one of your rants. In fact he’s not really acknowledging that you’d been talking at all. 

Curious as to what has been holding his attention,  you turn toward him and joke, “Tommy, are you even paying atten-” only to find his dark chocolate brown eyes already gazing at you intently. His lips are split into a grin, just wide enough to bring his dimples and laugh lines out of hiding.  Giggling, you reach up and poke a finger into his left cheek. “Hey, Tommy. You okay over there?” 

Chuffing softly, Tommy blinks and playfully pulls away from you, and looks away. Suddenly he seems nervous, and he gives you a quick fake smile to placate your curiosity. “Yeah, everything is great. Why wouldn’t it be?” 

As he turns away from you, the sun catches in his hair and you think to yourself, ‘My god, he looks so handsome right now.’ Immediately you scold yourself for thinking such thoughts about Tommy, the guy who’s supposed to be your best friend. 

Glancing at him briefly to make sure he hasn’t looked back at  you yet, you let your eyes roam over his features. The sun is doing wonders for his freckles, contrasting beautifully with his bronzed skin. Realizing just how handsome your best friend, your fingers itch to run through those dark curls of his and mess them up. 

Furrowing your brow, you suddenly feel a tension between the two of you you’ve never felt before. Hoping to rid the situation of the newfound weirdness you let yourself gently grab his chin and turn his face back around to you. When he finally makes eye contact with you again, you ask him more gently, “Tommy, are you sure everything’s okay? You know you can tell me anything, right?” 

He swallows hard enough you hear it, and you see him building up the courage to tell you whatever it is that’s on his mind. Finally he exhales, seeming to have found the courage  he was looking for. Smiling his cheeky Tommy Miller smile at you, he answers,` “it’s nothin’, darlin’, I promise. It’s just… I mean… you’re so beautiful when you’re angry. I couldn’t help but stare.” 

 As he finishes, he slowly brings his hand up and gently begins to run the backs of his knuckles against your cheek. Your cheeks warm under his attention, and you gasp as you feel his hand make contact and your eyes flutter at the sensation; his touch is completely familiar and completely new to you at the same time. “Tommy. What are you do-“ 

“If you stop me now, I won’t be able to finish, sweetheart. Please, lemme finish this.”  Your jaw drops a little as he cuts you off, and you try to wrap your mind around what he’s saying. Tommy notices, smirks, and quickly picks up where he left off. “We’ve been friends for so long, and I wouldn’t be close to where I am now if it weren’t for you.” 

He gently turns his hand that’s caressing your cheekbone to cup your face with it. Tears prickle in your eyes as you lean into the contact. He chuckles continuing, “I don’t even know when I realized the love I have for you went deeper than a platonic friendship, but now that I have I can’t imagine not telling you. You have the kindest, most beautiful soul I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, sweet girl. The way you go out of your way to be kind to everyone even when you’ve had a rough day never ceases to amaze me.” 

You realize he’s looking at you like he’s seeing you for the first time, and you bring your own hand up to rest on his, encouraging him to keep going. He doesn’t fail you. “God, I could spend hours counting the various shades in your eyes and never tire of it. Words will never be enough for how much I love you.” A stray tear falls down your cheek, and he lovingly brushes it away as his lips quirk.

“Darlin, are you getting emotional on me? I can’t quite tell if this is good crying or the type of crying you do before you let me down easy. Please, just let me go lick my wounds in pea-“ 

“Tommy!” You say with a grin. Shaking your head at his shenanigans, you continue. “You.. are so dumb. I love you too, and I can’t wait to kiss you.” Before he can make some sassy rebuttal, you close the distance between the two of you and gently press your lips to his.

The moment your lips touch, a feeling of being home takes over the two of you. Tommy brings his other hand up to cup your face in both his hands completely. You drop your hand to his chest, lightly gripping his shirt in your hand. Gentle pecks and whispered words of love between new lovers eventually become more urgent.

One of his hands drops to your waist, pulling you closer into his embrace. You feel his tongue gently swipe across your bottom lip, asking permission and you moan in response. 

Suddenly Tommy’s invading your mouth, making you question why you’d ever waited this long to be with him. When you decide to nibble his bottom lip, he groans in response, his hand on your waist dropping to your ass, firmly gripping it and pressing you even harder into him. The two of you continue kissing as Tommy leans up on an elbow and just enough over you to take charge of the kiss.

After a few more minutes, Tommy reluctantly pulls away from you, breathing tearing in and out of both your chests as he does. You look at him in confusion, wondering why he’s decided to stop. “Why’d you stop, Tommy? Things are just getting good,” you wink at him and graze your hand down his toned chest towards his belt buckle. 

Before you venture too far south his hand reaches up to stop you. The smile he gives you in return reminds you just how breathtakingly handsome he is, and you lean in to place another kiss on his lips, but he reaches out and stops you. 

Instead, he brings your forehead down and places a gentle kiss there. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m going to remember this moment forever. If I don’t stop kissing you now, I won’t have the strength to stop.” 

“And that’s a problem, big boy?” You pull away to look up at his lips, smiling lazily at him in response. He groans once more before answering you.

“Absolutely, honey. Now. Mama raised Joel and I to be gentlemen, and she’d skin me alive if I even thought about taking you for the first time out in broad daylight.” He says with conviction.  “If we’re going to do this, we’re going back to my place where I can take you apart the way I want to.” His eyes gleam with mischief as he looks at you. “So. What do you say?” 

#tommy miller #tommy miller x reader #tommy miller x you #tommy miller tlou #tommy miller hbo #tommy miller fluff #tommy miller fanfiction #tommy miller fan fiction #tommy miller fic

[thepaintedlady00]

I was scrolling through your blog and I saw this reblog from the sandman comic picture where Morpheus got laid and decided to share it via dreams with every single being. I can’t just stop thinking about the day after, hi and his lover in the waking world and she is wondering wtf everybody is looking at her, meanwhile morpheus realizes he might have fcked up with the collective unconscious while being too caught up in the moment.

Oh my god this is gold! 😂

You and Morpheus had decided to spend a day in the Waking World, or rather you'd begged him long enough that he agreed to go with you. Though after the rather long night the two of you had he couldn't exactly deny you what you wanted, he was quite certain he would never be able to deny you anything ever again. So, there you were, walking the streets of London by the Dream Lords side. It wasn't odd... aside from the weird looks everyone you passed seemed to be giving you.

After about twenty people did a double take in your direction you sighed and looked up at you lover. "Do I have something on my face?"

He met your gaze, his blue eyes slightly wider than usual. "No, you look beautiful as always."

"Everyone's staring at me."

"I'm certain they're not staring at you my love."

A couple walked past you two, both very obviously looking at you and then whispering to each other. You gesture toward them. "Dream, it's obvious."

His lips thinned as he shrugged his shoulders. "Perhaps they are simply admiring your beauty, as I do."

"Dream..." you mumble, accidentally running into a young girls back.

She turned to you, her eyes going wide and a look of disbelief filling her face. "Oh my god it's you!"

You laughed anxiously. "I'm sorry, have we met?"

"Well no, but I had a dream about you last night!" Her eyes slid up to Morpheus and she pointed her finger at him with a laugh. "You were there too!"

You looked up at your lover with narrow eyes, his face revealed little but you knew him well enough to recognize the signs of his mischief and guilt. He cleared his throat, "How strange."

"You two make a very good looking couple," the woman giggled, a blush rising to her cheeks. "That dream was so passionate and... just... wow..."

Dream pulled you along, quickly bidding the stranger a farewell. The realization was clear as day as you glared up at him. "What did you do?"

He straightened his jacket, clearly nervous. "I may have gotten a bit... carried away last night."

"And?"

"And projected a bit of our... activities to the dreams of the humans."

Your face went red as you tugged him to a stop. "You did what?!" The people around you looked and whispered, only making your red face grow a deeper shade. "How much did you project?"

"Only the last half hour."

"The last half hour?!" You covered your face with your hands and groaned. "We're leaving. Take us back to The Dreaming!"

He chuckled softly. "As you wish, my love, but you've nothing to be embarrassed about. If my memory serves me you looked particularly ravishing in those thirty minutes."

You slapped his arm, curling into his chest as he willed you back to the safety of his realm. "I hate you so much right now."

"You are free to show me how much, my love."

#dream of the endless x you #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless x y/n #sandman dream #dream the endless #king of dreams #dream of the endless #dream of the endless imagine #dream the sandman #dream the endless x reader #morpheus sandman #morpheus x you #morpheus x y/n #morpheus x reader #morpheus the sandman #morpheus dream #lord morpheus #morpheus #morpheus fanfiction #morpheus fluff #morpheus headcanons #morpheus imagine #morpheus imagines #morpheus lord of dreams #dream sandman #the sandman dream #netflix sandman #netflix the sandman #sandman #sandman 2022

[ericleo108]

CosmicLuve.com December 2023 - Deer

Necessary prerequisite posts:

108 The Story of Discovering Earth’s Consciousness (book)

Sentientism 2022

Cosmic Love Feb 2020 - Emma Watson

Cosmic Love April 2022: Cary Charlotte or Mary

Cosmic Luve July 2023 - The Main Thing

Cosmic Luve Aug 2023 - Orange

Cosmic Luve Sept 2023 - Bam

Cosmic Luve November 2023 - Cosmic Bros

This post’s intro builds off the semantics from the cosmic luve entries “Bam” and “Cosmic Bros” but the semantics for this month are all new, and all surround Emma Watson (again). I keep up this blog to show how semantic coincidences I see as meaningful could be a communication from Gaia, which is another name for the Earth’s conscious and godly spirit. 

The basic theory is that Gaia can communicate through telepathic randonauting and “points of realization.” In other words, it’s thought that the Earth is conscious due to it’s magnetism that gives her the ability to read your thoughts and highlight cognition which affects your behavior. It’s postulated that Gaia would manifest her communications through signals of loving intent especially between romantic partners. She would basically have to use humans and animals as a canvas to paint her communication over the collective ethos which would manifest by groups of individuals acting out their (gaia) affected cognition. 

The basis of this is described in my book “108 The Story of Discovering Earth’s Consciousness” which breaks down the science and evidence behind my reasoning and why I came to this conclusion. In the sentientism posts on the blog I take the science and knowledge of this a step further into the belief that Gaia is already conscious and communicating and ask: “What would that look like?” Then, this cosmic luve log is my attempt at showing you all that from my experience and how the voice in my head predicts the future and manipulates my environment in the ways aforementioned. 

Where we Left off

I guess I should have waited longer to publish the last post because a couple new semantics popped up that day that directly related to the main theme of the last post. I’ve seen the video of Pattie Gonia holding up the signs of exposing Big Oil Tycoons as criminals before… but I forgot to log it. I made a tweet about it and about how I came across it on the day I published the November 2023 post and (eventually) apologized to Gaia for missing her communication. The next day, Philip DeFranco did another segment on the protests of Just Stop Oil. 

New Coincidences

It all started December 9th, 2023 when I went to Three Rivers to see a friend and shoot three one-take music videos on the train tracks. They are posted and include “Yeah We Bang” “I Got You” and “Paliperidone” which is embedded above. In the December 10th Sunday update I talked about Emma Watson as a dear. Quick explanation, there was a deer that stopped in the middle of the train tracks while I was filming the second video which was “Paliperidone.” This is cosmic luve because right as I’m filming the deer I say “Gaia’s force,” then a little later I say “here’s the tale” as the deer runs away showing it’s tail, and (at the time) Emma’s Instagram profile picture was the mother deer from Bambi.

In the December 10th Sunday update I also talk about how “in twilight while taking a nap during the day the other day and Gaia said to make a (mystical) tree an anchor that she could build upon so I tweeted it to make it official.” Here is the tweet about the tree. I mentioned how “I made a tweet back on October 1st about how I would get $500 from my music “in the next 100 days”. Well I got the $500 but it didn’t come from music. It was access money I had basically.” Here is the tweet I made on October 1st. I also logged in the update that Gaia said I would meet Hailee Steinfeld in two years. 

On December 11th I uploaded the Paliperidone One Take music video to Youtube. On the night of December 12th, Jimmy Fallon revealed the 9th box ‘til Christmas day’ sweater and it was a deer. Also on the night of December 12th Taraji P Henson was on Steven Colbert promoting the movie she was in which was  “The Color Purple.” In the interview Taraji talk about how they shot the movie around a big oak tree (recalling what Gaia told me in twilight).  The movie clip in the show is about recognizing god’s love.

On October 13 “Cosmic live brownies” dropped. I made a couple posts asking my ig audience why Emma Watson's profile picture is the deer from Bambi. On December 14 Emma changed her profile picture to a British vogue shot and lil dicky dropped mr McAdams the same day. Do you think this is Gaia making fun of me using Emma as a vessel? I think she is. On that day I also thought about the song “Do-Re-Me” from Sound of Music which I think relates especially with Emma being tied to the sun poem. That night Oprah made an appearance on Stephen Colbert wearing all purple. 

On December 15th Gaia compelled me to make the tweet saying “Gaia says “you’ll hand a girlfriend in three weeks.”” I still don’t know what that’s about, we’ll see… On December 18th the Urban Rescue Ranch talks about “charlottes web” at 6:50 and how the spider is protecting Patrick, who I think is a type of African or Australian deer, from flies. I just want to say, this is how Emma’s cat semantics developed that I talk about in the book, the difference is the semantics were a lot more frequent and consistent because I had a cat. The problem was I hadn’t developed my theory of Gaia’s system (ie, knhoeing, sentientism, and cosmic luve) yet. 

This will be a pivotal post because it’s all about Emma Watsan, and draw together semantics from the previous trope. Listen to “Hey Emma” and “Be my dream” for music about Emma Watson. “Charlotte’s Web,” the last remake from ‘The Chalice Mixtape’ drops on Emma’s birthday April 15 2024. 

I am now using threads to document cosmic Luve coincidences so future logs will link to threads to document the prophecies instead of ‘X.'

#youtube #emma watson #cosmic luve

[sotwk]

As I plot out my headcanons and detailed story/history timeline for Thranduil, I realize more and more just how much this poor king lost and suffered as a result of Sauron choosing the Woodland Realm as the headquarters for his comeback.

In SotWK-verse, here is the tally of Thranduil's losses:

His wife. The single love of his life. His soulmate, his primary source of light and comfort, his very heart. She should have been his companion for life, and now he must wait for who knows how long to see her again in Valinor.

His sons. They were good kids; he adored them and they worshipped him. He started with 5, and by the end of the Third Age, he is left with 1. He loses them one by one, each as a result of fighting the Enemy. You hear all those stories of parents driven mad by the loss of one child; multiply that four times. He even loses Legolas emotionally because of their grief. Honestly, how Thranduil managed not to fade from heartbreak makes him the strongest elf in Arda. His is a Silm/First Age-level tragedy.

His home. He once had a beautiful palace that he had built for his wife and their family, where all his children were born and over a thousand memories were made. He was forced to abandon it and move elsewhere like a refugee due to the Dol Guldur infestation.

His realm. At its height, his kingdom once spanned the entirety of Greenwood the Great. Check the maps--that forest is MASSIVE. It was home to the largest elven population in Middle-earth, and his people were happy and prosperous. As the darkness spread from Dol Guldur, his lands shrank as they retreated not only to a small corner in the north-east, but they were driven into underground halls, away from the stars and open spaces they loved. Elves died and ceased to reproduce as they once did, so their numbers shrank too. (Still did not stop the badass Elvenking from fielding an army at BotFA.)

His pride and legacy. In the first part of the Third Age, the Woodland Realm had a thousand years of peace and prosperity under Thranduil's rule, but they were pretty quiet and humble about it. His family was generous and extended goodwill and aid to outsiders who sought or needed it. But when the Woodlands darkened under the Necromancer's influence, outsiders were quick to rename the kingdom, "Mirkwood", or "The Forest of Great Fear", and call his people "more dangerous and less wise". That's what people chose to remember and talk about, not the years of Thranduil's Golden Age. Furthermore, help did not come from other kingdoms in Mirkwood's long struggle, but certain people got angry at Thranduil for not sheltering them when they were attacked and driven from their home. (How does it feel, Thorin? (I still love you, though.))

I mean... it really looks like he lost EVERYTHING because of Sauron, doesn't it? Because he refused to abandon his people, and chose to stay and fight with everything he had.

So maybe he's a bit of a cantankerous, ruthless, closed-up bastard in the events of The Hobbit. Can you blame him? A lesser being would probably be a homicidal, ultra-paranoid maniac after suffering so much. He deserves to behead every orc he comes across, no questions asked. I'm all for mercy, but even I give his rage a pass on this one.

How awkward that I try to keep my blog a source of positive vibes, yet I am writing about the life and family of an utterly tragic character! (I need to make sure I maintain an appropriate fluff-to-angst ratio!!!) But I think the reason I feel compelled to point all of this out repeatedly is to remind y'all: King Thranduil Oropherion is amazingly strong of will, mind, and heart to continue ruling and protecting his people, fighting against Sauron even after he's been beaten down repeatedly for centuries. He always gets back up--stubborn, brave, and unbowed.

For more SotWK/Thranduil headcanons: My Masterlist

#thranduil oropherion #king thranduil #the elvenking #sotwk headcanon #thranduil headcanon #the hobbit #lotr headcanon #the hobbit headcanons #legolas #lotr elves

[theewokingdead]

A Second Chance - Joel Miller x OFC

Masterlist

"I Never Stopped Loving You" Part 1 Part 2

*Fic can be read as a stand-alone, but I recommend you read the "I Never Stopped Loving You" series

Pairing: Joel Miller x OFC “Catie” (character not described) Summary: After reuniting with the love of his life and discovering they have a daughter, Joel realizes the possibility of losing her and a daughter for a second time. Word Count: 2.6k+ Rating: Teen but my blog is 18+ ONLY. Warning: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.  Notes: This takes place within @musings-of-a-rose’s “I Never Stopped Loving You” universe. It can be read as a stand-alone but I highly suggest you read @musings-of-a-rose’ fantastic two-part fic. I had an idea in my head and she brought it to fruition in the most amazing way. Why do I enjoy making Joel Miller emotional?

Joel has only been in Jackson for two days, and in that time, I haven’t woken up alone once. We have a lot of lost time to make up for, he had said in jest, but based solely on the fact we haven’t spent more than a minute apart, I know he really wasn’t kidding. However, when I blink awake, the room still shrouded in darkness, the first thing I realize is how empty the bed feels next to me. Sure enough, when I turn to check, Joel’s warm body isn’t next to mine.

I blink away the sleepiness in my eyes, the sensation of dreaming still lingering in my mind to the point I wonder if the last two days were even real – if Joel was real. I take in my surroundings, breathing in the soft spring night air that floats in with the breeze from the window that had been left open. My eyes land on Joel’s denim button-up laying on the armchair across from the bed, where it had been carelessly discarded when he first brought me up to the bedroom the night before last. A small smile stretches across my face as I remember that night, the awkwardness between us that quickly melted away as muscle memory kicked in while exploring each other’s bodies.

I don’t bother to take the time to put on anything more than underwear and Joel’s shirt before going to find him, buttoning it up as I pad down the hallway. There’s something I love about stealing his clothes to wear – something I did far too many times before the outbreak. They always smell like him, keep me warm, and give me a sense of home like nothing else but him could do. The shirt I’m currently wearing isn’t any different – I’ll definitely keep stealing his clothes.

It doesn’t take me long to find him on the back deck, and I am not at all surprised that’s where he had gone. Outdoors always seemed to be his favorite place – from hiking trails to grilling on the patio to building houses, everything Joel loved to do most was outside. It’s where I’d always find him when shit was extra stressful, or he had something on his mind he didn’t really want to talk about. Eventually, I’d find him wherever he was, and he’d tell me all the things keeping him quiet and inside his head.

As I step beside him, I glance a look at him, seeing him lean his elbows on the wood railing of the deck, cradling a ceramic mug that looks tiny in his large hands. I wonder if that’s what this is, him needing to find peace outdoors to clear his head. My insecurities quickly try to take over, wondering if it’s something with me, with us, but I swallow them down.

“I see you helped yourself to my coffee,” I say, gesturing to his mug.

He chuckles, inspecting the liquid as he tilts the cup. “Not sure you can call this coffee.”

Rolling my eyes, I respond, “I forgot you’re such a coffee snob.”

“It tastes like mud.”

“What do you expect? It’s fresh ground,” I reply with a smirk.

Joel turns his head toward me, his face contorted in confusion.

I bite my lip in an attempt to contain my laughter, but it doesn’t last long. I break, and after a moment, Joel breaks into laughter as well. It’s a lovely sound that affects me in the best way, overtaking the noise of crickets and creaking of the old houses nearby. It’s by far my favorite noise – and always will be.

“That is so goddamn stupid,” Joel says between laughs.

“Yeah, well, you laughed!”

“Only ‘cause you laughed first.”

“’Cause it was fucking funny and you know it.”

He shakes his head in response, bowing his head while trying to quiet himself.

“Asshole.” I gently nudge him with my elbow.

“I know,” he grumbles, his laughter dying down. “Your laugh has always been so damn contagious.”

The statement makes me smile, but he falls silent, his gaze dropping to the mug in his hands. I watch as his own smile slowly fades from his face. It falls silent between us, awkwardly so, and I can feel the tension rising from him.

“Joel?” I question, and he tips his head up to look at me. Even in the dark I can see that he is hiding something. My eyes search his, looking for an answer I know he won’t want to give right away.

But I ask anyway.

“What’s wrong? And don’t tell me ‘nothing’ because I know you better than that.”

Joel immediately drops his gaze once more, looking back down at the black liquid in his cup. He lets of a single, gruff chuckle. “You’re too perceptive for your own good, Cate.”

“No, I just know you.” I reach out and lay a hand on his arm, feel his muscle flex then melt under my touch. “I love you, and I care about you. So, talk to me, Joel.”

Patiently, I stand waiting for him to tell me what’s bothering him, my mind running through the millions of things it could be.

Joel remains silent for several moments before finally taking a deep breath, his shoulders rising then falling as he exhales. He closes his eyes and hangs his head before pushing himself to stand straight, setting the mug down to rest on the railing. When he starts talking, he refuses to meet my gaze, his expression lost, pain etched deep in his features.

“For twenty years, every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Sarah,” Joel admits somberly. “Every night for twenty years – twenty fucking years – my brain made me relive the night she died as if I were back there again, all the details, the scents, the sounds... Like my subconscious wanted to constantly remind me how I failed her.”

I open my mouth to protest, but I’m silenced when he holds up a hand and continues before a word can even slip out of my mouth.

“And I know - I know she wouldn’t think I failed her, but it’s the only reason I could think why the nightmare played on repeat. Like a fucking broken record.” Joel’s hand lays on the railing clenched into a fist, his fingers constantly squeezing and flexing to help relieve stress. His mannerism never changed. “They finally stopped after I met Ellie, like she closed some damn hole that used to let all the nightmares in. I couldn’t save Sarah, but I kept her safe – and in return, she saved me.”

A small smile creeps on my lips at the thought of a fourteen-year-old girl saving the big, tough man that is Joel Miller – though I know he’s just a giant soft teddy bear underneath his tough exterior.

I also know that isn’t all he wants to say.

“But?” I say, sensing that the word is coming.

Joel hangs his head again, his fingers fidgeting more. “But tonight, I dreamed of that night again…except it was different.”

“Different how?”

“It wasn’t Sarah in my arms.” Joel looks up at me, tears swimming in his eyes, and it’s clear he’s fighting to keep them from falling.

My heart immediately falls to my feet.

“Poppy…,” I whisper, knowing without him even having to say her name. “Oh, Joel. I’m so sorry.” I reach out and touch his face, the tension in his jaw melting beneath my touch. “It was only a dream.”

“I know,” Joel agrees. “But it felt so damn real.” He turns back to look out across the yard, anywhere to avoid looking me in the eye. “I want to be a part of her life. I want to be the father she deserves to have - the father that Sarah got to have. But I’m so fucking afraid of losing her. Just the thought of it… of losing her…of losing you…” He shakes his head. “I can’t handle any more loss of that caliber. I just…can’t.”

My heart breaks more than I thought possible.

Sarah may not have been my daughter, but I loved her like my own, and knowing what happened to her left me devastated. My heart broke at the thought that she would never get to meet Poppy, a sister she always wanted. So, I understand the pain he felt when he lost her - the pain he still feels on some level. I can’t fathom losing Poppy, but it’s something I still fear.

“Not a day goes by that I don’t worry about losing Poppy,” I reply softly. “It’s just a part of being a parent. Even in the best of times you worried about Sarah all the time, remember?”

“This is different,” he contends. “Back then, I didn’t know how much it would fucking hurt to lose the ones I loved. It’s the most unimaginable pain possible, and I can’t do it again. I’ve already mourned the loss of one daughter. Fuck, I even mourned the loss of you, and the pain was too much. I couldn’t handle it.”

“But you did,” you gently argue. “You did handle it - somehow. I mean, you’re still here.”

Joel scoffs. “Yeah. 'Somehow' being the key word.”

I screw my eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?” I question, but I’m met with silence. “Joel?”

“When Sarah died…” He pauses, the words too hard to speak, but he seems to quickly gather the courage to continue. “When Sarah died, a part of me died too. The only thing that kept me going was Tommy’s constant reminder that you could still be out there somewhere. But with each passing day, the chance of finding you seemed smaller, and I started to mourn you as I mourned Sarah. She was dead, you were dead, I may as well have been dead too. I couldn’t see the point anymore.”

I close my eyes, silently praying he isn’t telling me what I think he is telling me.

“I wasn’t even scared. I was ready,” Joel confesses, and when I open my eyes, he seems a bit ashamed of his admission. “Shit, I couldn’t have been more ready. But when I…When I went to pull the trigger, I flinched. Got the scar to prove it. For years, I wondered why I flinched."

He lets out a sound that’s a mix of a sob and a laugh. “I guess the Lord was trying to tell me that I was wrong, trying to show me that I still had something out there to live for. And here you are, with our daughter. I don’t know what I did to deserve it, but I was handed another chance. A second chance to be a lover to you. To be a father to a daughter. I’m grateful for that. I really am. But I’m also so fucking terrified of what I’ll do if something happens to either one of you. And if something happens to both of you, that’s it. It’s over. Because this time – this time I’ll know there’s nothing else left for me.”

The tears that Joel has been trying to hold back finally escape his eyes. My heart shatters into a million pieces for him, and I want to break. But I know we are each other’s glue, that I’m the only one who can help him put himself back together. Confident, I take his face into my palms and gently guide him to look in my direction.

“Joel, look at me,” I demand, and his eyes find my own. They are wet, pleading, begging me to do something to take away his pain. “We are given only as much as we can handle at any given time, and you…you are so much stronger than you think you are. No matter what life throws at you, you can handle it. We can handle it.”

“I can’t promise you anything, Joel,” I continue. “I can’t promise you that we’ll have twenty years, twenty months, twenty days… Hell, I can’t even promise you tomorrow. That risk has always been there. Always. I could’ve died in a car crash or fallen off a cliff while hiking or some other tragic shit before the world fell apart, but that never stopped you from loving me back then. That never stopped you from loving Sarah. You know why? Because you knew as well as I that life is nothing if we cower in fear. We have to accept that risk and be willing to accept the consequences of it.”

I take a deep breath, my voice turning sterner. “Don’t let fear of what could or could not happen keep you from happiness, Joel. Don’t fear death. Fear what we’ll miss out on if we don’t live.”

My thumb swipes away a tear falling down his cheek as one rolls down my own. His eyes shift, no longer holding fear or sorrow, but love and admiration, a look he’s given me more times than I can count.

“How is it you always know the right thing to say?” Joel questions, his voice low and filled with emotion.

Dropping my hands from his face, I let out a wet laugh. “I learned from the best,” I reply, knowing he has been there for me just as many times as I’ve been there for him.

Joel chuckles. “C’mere,” he says, opening his arms and pulling me into a tight hug.

I immediately step into him, his arms banding around me tightly, securely. His chest is warm against my ear and my senses are overwhelmed by the scent of him, a sensory overload in the best way possible. I never want to let go.

Joel plants a kiss on the top of my head. “I’m so fucking glad I found you,” he says, and I feel his voice resonate low in his chest. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too. We’re going to be okay.”

I feel him nod against me, and I can sense that he believes me.

After a moment, I pull back, meeting his eyes. “If it makes you feel better, I won’t protest if you want to keep me locked up in the house for the rest of our lives.”

Joel chuckles, then pulls me back to him. “That wasn’t on my radar, but it doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

I chuckle into his chest, imagining how nice it would be to be locked up with Joel for the rest of our lives, with no responsibilities, just us.

Another thought pops into my head, and I roll my eyes.

“Good luck trying that with Poppy though.”

#joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #tlou #the last of us #tlou fanfic #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fandom #i never stopped loving you series #catie writes #pedrostories #joel miller tlou #pedro pascal fanfiction

[cha0s-c0n3r]

This prompt came from @chaomother‘s wintery prompt list. I absolutely love her blog and highly recommend you check it out. 

Hanging out with Sonic and his friends was one of the best things ever. Every time you hung out with them so far you did something fun and everyone was so nice... well almost everyone. Shadow the hedgehog was not known for his warm and sunny disposition and it showed. Interacting with him often led to being scoffed at or told off and he often took an abrasive tone when talking to others.

On this chilly winter day, you had your coat zipped up tight and your hood was pulled over your head to protect your ears from the frigid wind. A scarf is pulled over your mouth to protect the bottom of your face and the frown pulling at your lips. “Why did I wait to do my shopping. It wasn’t as cold yesterday.” You grumbled marching down the street. 

Your brisk pace comes to a halt though when you spot black and red quills turning down the street ahead of you. “What is Shadow doing out right now?” The curiosity gets the better of you and you follow Shadow down the street. He surprisingly doesn’t notice you but he seems very focused on something in his hands, he is too far away for you to be able to see what exactly it is but it seems to be a container. Keeping a sizeable distance so as to not alert him you continue to follow him for a few minutes until he comes to a stop outside of a building. Inching closer you finally realize the building he’s come to a stop in front of is the soup kitchen and the large container in his hands must be soup.

He enters while you stay outside and think about what he just did because the image in your head of him was just shattered and the thought of “Maybe I misjudged him.” popped into your head. He might be abrasive but maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought. So in an effort to correct your mistake, you waited for him to exit to have a chat with him. 

As he exits you run up to him and call out his name. He turns around surprised “What the hell are you doing here?” His posture turns from relaxed to defensive he seems surprised to see you. You clasp your hands behind your back and try to seem casual.

“Well I was going shopping but I saw you and want to ask you if you want to grab lunch together.” He seems to relax a little and gets a thoughtful look on his face. The longer he takes to respond starts to make you nervous.

He meets your gaze and states “There’s a café down the street follow me.” He starts to walk away and you walk beside him down the street.

The café you stop in front of could be described as small but the décor is better described as cozy. You and Shadow enter the building and warmth envelopes the both of you. He goes up to the counter and orders a black coffee as you peruse the menu. You decide on a hot chocolate and a sandwich. You both make your way over to a booth and sit down.

The air is awkward between you both as you sit there. “I told you what I was doing in town, what were you doing?” The point-blank question seems to catch him off guard and he avoids your gaze for a moment. He sighs as his shoulders slump a bit.

“I think you know the answer to that question.” His face is unreadable as he says this. 

You look away sheepishly. “I think I misjudged you our entire relationship and I’m sorry.” You meet his gaze and continue. “I don’t mean to sound rude but you come off as rude most of the time. Why do you do such nice things and not show anyone? It doesn’t make any sense.” You search his face and while his face gives away nothing a pained look seems to enter his eyes.

“How much do you know about my past?” His tone is casual but searching. It’s obvious he’s fishing for information, and you’re happy to give it.

“I know you tried to destroy the earth and then saved it. I know you got amnesia, everyone says you changed after that.” At that last part, you look down at your drink not wanting to meet his eyes.

He then starts to explain. He tells you about the ark, about how he was treated more like a weapon than a person, that he was only treated humanely by one person and how that one person was killed in front of him and how he feels like it was all his fault. The horror of it makes your eyes widen and the tragedy of it makes your throat tighten. “I promised Maria that I would give people a chance to be happy. Giving people a hot meal is the bare minimum.” As he says this, tears start to fall from your eyes. He looks a little surprised by this. “[Name] what’s wrong?”

Wiping your tears you look up and with a voice filled with conviction say. “It’s not your fault, none of what happened was your fault. You didn’t ask for such horrible things to be done to you and after all that you still do the right thing, you still help people and I judged you so harshly for something so stupid, I’m so stupid.” Your voice rises in volume as you go and at the end, you can probably be heard by the whole café but you can’t control the emotion in your voice.

Shadow’s shocked face would have made you laugh if your heart wasn’t so broken. After a moment he smiles a little. “You don’t have to feel bad I feel that we are both at fault for this misunderstanding. I propose we start over.” He extends his hand as if extending the olive branch. Feeling better you give a small smile and take his hand.

“I agree. So how about we finish up here and hang out a bit I want to get to know you a bit better.” You both shake on it and Shadow seems more at ease than you’ve ever seen him around you.

“Of course and I look forward to getting to know you better as well.”

#sonic x reader #shadow x reader #shadow the hedgehog

[lolitaa-17]

“The other women…”

This is my first blog so please don’t make fun of me I’m begging lol. Also I’m a die hard fan for Angsty shit so here’s a Jean angst!

You and Jean have been friends for as long as you can remember. He was always there for you and you were always there for him. It all started changing though after he met her. The distance between you and him was starting to get noticeable, so you decided to invite him over for a movie night and catch up on life.

You constantly kept checking your phone every phew 10 minutes just in case some emergency had occurred. But nothing. Soon 2 hours passed, it was now 11pm. You dial his number to make sure he’s alright.

“Hello?” You hear his soft deep voice on the other line.

“Jean are you alright?” You question.

“Um yeah why?” He blankly answered.

“Oh nothing. Where are you?”

“I just left the get together at Mikasa’s” you could hear his car door shut on the other line.

“Jean you forgot?” You started getting sensitive after you heard her name once again.

“Shit. That was today?”

You scoffed “You knew damn well it was today!” Slightly raising your voice.

“Can you stop this already?” He asked.

“Stop what?”

“Stop acting like you’re my girlfriend, as if I have to move everything aside just to go watch some fucking movies with you. I’m literally over here trying to get the girl I’m in love with and it’s like you’re cockblocking!” He confesses.

Thank god he couldn’t see you right now. You were a crying mess. You really did love him…a little too much. Yes, you managed to gain feelings and the thought of Jean giving the attention you wanted to another girl broke you.

“I’m sorry-“ before you could utter another word the call ended. He ended the call.

You accepted it. You accepted the fact that you were the other women and that he would never give you the attention you silently yearned for.

A couple months passed by.

You got over the fact that you and Jean were no longer the inseparable best friends you used to be. You knew you had to move on eventually.

You admire the beautiful nature around you as your sundress flowed with the wind.

“Here put this flower in your hair it’ll make you look ever prettier”

Reiner…he was perfect. You genuinely thought that what happened with you and Jean was for the best. It helped you open your eyes and realize there are more fish in the sea. But Reiner was a special one. He was like you, he yearned for love and affection and you both helped each other with filling that void. Although you two aren’t official yet, it pretty much felt like you guys were.

“Would it?” You ask him.

“Of course it would. Look at you” he says grabbing your hand and signaling you to do a little twirl for him.

You two continued walking around the park when suddenly you heard a familiar voice call out.

“Y/n? Is that you?”

You turn around and see him…Jean. He looked pretty shitty. His hair was unkept, his tie wasn’t even tied. He looked as if he was running late to work.

“Jean?” Reiner tensed up hearing the familiar name.

Jean looked over at Reiner and sent a small smile “Mind if I talk to her for a second?”

“Be my guest.” Reiner said.

“Jean I-“

“I’m sorry. I fucked up our friendship over some girl that never even liked me back and I was so fucking blinded I didn’t even realize you..you were the one for me. He says placing both his hands on each side of your cheeks.

“Jean please get off me.” You say softly pushing his hand away.

“Connie told me everything y/n, he told me how you really felt for me! Why didn’t you fucking tell me!” He says tearing up.

“Because nothing would’ve changed Jean.”

“Please we can start over…I’ll come over every night. We can watch our favorite movies together. Like the old times. Remember?” He was basically begging at this point.

“Jean…I don’t love you anymore” you knew it broke him by the look of his face.

“Jean I have someone who actually cares and puts his time and effort into seeing me. I’m not just gonna leave what I have with this amazing man just because you’re sad of something that you did months ago.”

“So can you stop?” You ask him the same way he did to you.

“Stop what y/n”

“Stop acting as if you ever even loved me. It was all one sided. I was just the other women.”

“So get over it already.”

Reiner noticed that you were getting pretty furious so he makes his way towards you guys.

“You okay babe?” He asked.

you smiled. He did that to show Jean you were no longer available.

“I’m fine. Let’s go”

Jean just sat there with regret and guilt flooding through his body. If only he never distanced himself from you or break up the friendship that was worth everything to you. He admired you once more. The way your dress flowed with the wind and how you were infatuated with your new lover and he thought to himself how that could’ve been him. But no, not anymore and probably not ever.

The end

sorry if I made any mistakes again this is my first blog and shit so don’t judge. I really do hope you guys enjoyed it!

#jean kirschtien #jean kirschtein angst #jean kirschtein x you #attack on titan #oneshot #reiner x you #reiner braun

[tongueofsailor]

Eddie, My Love

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie has a rough day at school and comes to you for comfort

wc: 1.5k

requested: by anon! "could you write something about Eddie being sad and down and fem reader sings him "Eddie My Love" by The Chordettes and it makes him happy"

an: this is posted on both my main blog (@sailortongue) and this one bc tags aren't working on my main

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Eddie had finally pushed Jason to his breaking point. He’d been on his usual spiel criticizing the social hierarchy when Jason stood from his table and snapped, “All of this philosophical bullshit is coming from the guy who couldn’t pass English to save his god forsaken life. Come on, Munson, you’re damn near twenty and still in high school. When are you gonna stop spewing shit and buckle down and study?”

Eddie’s facade faltered for a moment, but was instantly replaced with a shit-eating grin. “Looks like I’ve struck a nerve, Carver! What a rare outburst of emotion! Aside from your daily Shakespearean love confessions to your girlfriend and your presidential candidate speeches in the middle of school functions, of course.”  

Jason laughed humorlessly, irritation visible through his now red cheeks. “At least I act like I love my girl, all I’ve ever seen of you and Yn is her sitting at your side at your little circus show over there, like a dog. Maybe I’m not well-versed in freak etiquette, but I’m pretty sure that makes you a loser and a shitty boyfriend. Come to think of it, I don’t see her here. Maybe she realized she was too good for a stupid asshole like you and ditched. Can’t blame her really, it was bound to happen sometime.”

Without a response from Eddie, the blonde sat down again and continued to eat, receiving pats on the back from his teammates for his insults. Eddie remained silent, even when his friends tried to ask if he was okay. He obviously wasn’t, but they just didn’t know what else to say. 

After the last bell sounded, Eddie closed his locker only to come face to face with none other than Dustin Henderson. He plastered on the biggest smile he could muster. “Henderson! Hey man-“

“Cut the bullshit, man. I know you, and I know you feel like shit because you let a guy who ‘throws balls into laundry baskets’ get to you. Look, dude, with you in such a bad mood, the campaign’s gonna suck tonight. So, why don’t you just go home and maybe see what Yn is up to. None of us have seen her all day and we were wondering if she was out sick or something.”

Eddie intervened. “But the guys-”

“I already told everyone to go home, Eddie. Go take care of your sweetheart or whatever. If it was Suzie-”

Eddie scrunched his face up and shook his head. “Dude I do not wanna hear about you and Suzie. Ok, I’ll go. But only because I need to take care of Yn.” He started off, and Dustin was left standing in a mostly empty hallway. The younger boy knew that his friend needed Yn more than she needed him right now, but he also knew him well enough to know that he’d rather die than ask for comfort. But that didn’t stop him from being peeved at being brushed off so quickly.

“Thanks, Dustin! You give the best advice, Dustin! I’d love to hear about your healthy relationship with your beautiful girlfriend, Dustin!” He shook his head and scoffed. “The things I do for this kid.”

Eddie wasted no time after leaving Dustin in the hall. He headed straight for his van with every intent to go directly to your house. Upon his arrival, he clambered out as fast as he could. He didn’t want to show it in school, but Jason’s words had struck some insecurities. What if Jason was right? What if you didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. Waiting for you to answer your door felt like an eternity. When you finally opened the door, Eddie pulled you into a hug before you got the chance to even ask why he was there. The act he’d maintained since lunch cracked, the first tears trailing down his face.

You hated to do it, but you pulled away from him. The hurt look on Eddie’s face broke your heart and you tried to reassure him as quickly as you could. “I’m gonna hug you, I promise. Come in so I can shut the door, ok?” He nodded feebly. Once you had him off your doorstep, you grabbed his hand and led him to your room. You sat on the bed and he followed suit, sitting next to you, the bed dipping under his weight. “Do you wanna talk about it or do you just want a hug?”

Rather than give you a verbal response, he pulled your body into his, arms wrapped firmly around you. You melted into his embrace as he laid his head on your chest, hiding his face. You two laid in silence for what felt like hours, but was probably only 30 minutes or so, until he lifted his head and looked at you. 

“Hi.” He croaked, voice dry.

“Hey, baby.” You pushed his bangs out of his eyes and brushed your fingers across his cheek. “Wanna tell me what’s got you all upset, huh?”

He stayed quiet for a moment, choosing his next words carefully.

“Do you-“ He looked strained, but you nodded him on encouragingly. “Do you ever regret being with me?” When he saw your face drop, he tensed.

“Not that I think you do! You don’t act like you do, you act like you care about me and you tell me you love me a lot! It’s just that, y’know, I’m not the type of guy girls like you settle for.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “Girls like me?”

Suddenly, his attention was grabbed by your sheets. “I mean, you get what I mean. You’re perfect. You’re crazy smart, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and people just respect you so much. You’re intimidating, but you’re so good, you know? And-”

You felt your heart shatter as you took in his frantic state.

“Eddie, sweetheart,” You intervened gently. “As much as I would usually love your sweet compliments, I have to stop you there.” His attention was still on your bed, so you took his face in your hands and forced him to look at you. 

“I didn’t settle for you, first of all. You’re the best thing that’s ever come out of living in this miserable little town. You’re my favorite person, okay Ed? And yeah, I am smart, and good, but-“ 

“And beautiful and intimidating.” He interrupted.  

You softened and smiled at him. 

“-and beautiful and intimidating. But you are all of those things and more, do you understand that? You literally create worlds out of sheets of paper with made-up stats on them. And as if that’s not impressive enough, you share that with people. And they look up to you, Eddie. So what-the-fuck-ever if pricks at school think it’s stupid, it’s just what you like, ok? Are we clear? I don’t know who put these doubts in your head, but they don’t know you like I do, ‘kay?” He released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and finally fully relaxed back into you. “Okay.”

As you stroked his hair, you listened to the sound of his breathing. Soon enough, it calmed, becoming even with yours, but the tension in his muscles had yet to dissipate. You two laid in silence for a comfortable time, until you began to hum a tune softly, hoping it would help him to relax more. 

Eddie shifted curiously, but didn’t lift his head. As you continued, he felt you gently tracing soothing shapes on his back, where your hand had ended up under his shirt. “Eddie my love, I love you so-”

Finally, his eyes met yours, confused, and you smiled softly before beginning to sing the words. 

“How I’ve wanted for you, you’ll never know.” You brought the hand that wasn’t rubbing his back up to his face and cupped his cheek carefully.

“Please Eddie, don’t make me wait too long, oh Eddie, Eddie, I love you so.” Entranced, he leaned into your hand and kissed your palm, all while still staring in awe at your face.

“Eddie please write- just one line, tell me your love, is only mine.” In between lyrics, you moved your hand to the back of his neck, and landed a gentle kiss on his temple.

“Please Eddie, don’t make me wait too long, oh Eddie my love, I love you so.” Finally, you brought him in for a sweet kiss. As you pulled away, a goofy smile appeared on his face. 

“Where’d you hear that song, sweetheart? ‘Cause I know little old me didn’t introduce it to you.” You giggled and shook your head. 

“No, you didn’t. I found some records in my parents’ old stuff and I’ve had it on repeat. Apparently my mom almost sang it at their wedding, just with my dad’s name. You like it?” He smiled and pressed another chaste kiss on your lips.

 “I think we should take after your folks.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things x reader