#i'm literally crying i already feel so fuckin stressed out

[argreion]

Respect Your Elders.

A/N: Changed my thought mid writing about sleepy sex with Leon so now we just go basic. FUSSY TIRED MAN DIDN'T LIKE BEING CALLED OLD! Transitition from cuddle to sex might be a little weird but EEEEEE! Got really fuckin' invested in writing smut and giving another go. Feel better about this one, ngl. I'm not sorry for this, I literally sat down for like an actual hour so immersed in writng this. ALSO, FUCKING SAW ONE MISTAKE AND I CAN'T FIND IT. So, possibly might have a few mistakes here and there.

Warnings: Just Sex with Leon, so P in V! Breeding kink. Breathplay. Cunnilingus! Small bits of degradation near the end. A little spit exchange too. DI Leon in mind but you can pick and choose! AFAB reader too, btw. All I can say is... Slutty Leon Kennedy :3

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcomed!

Let's be honest, being with Leon wasn't easy. Constantly reminding the poor man to not squint, to take his medication, and to even shave. Watching him pass out on the couch, bed, and even on the floor! Sadly, you can't carry a man that's heavy and full of muscle!

At least he passed out on the bed, and you slowly following afterward…

“Baby, c'mere, it's cuddle time.” He would say in that oh-so lovely voice. Made the girls scream mentally whenever he was just nice. All they could see was the pretty man, unknowingly batting his eyelashes to everyone around him. That pretty smile, too. 

Leon's arm wrapped around you, and chest against your back. Gently squeezing your torso, muscles tensing and relaxing with each squeeze. The T-shirt you wore from him, stolen from his closet. He liked when you did that, made him hard. When you would bend over the kitchen counter and possibly wear his boxers? Old man got a poor boner, daddy is a little horny, baby.

“You're heavy.” You whined, not that you'd admit you liked it. I mean, you loved Leon. He loved you. It was just how the things with you two. Liked the heaviness, the stupidity, the stress, you liked the attention of a broken man picking up his pieces. 

“Mmmm, heavy? The only thing heavy here is your ass.” A snort came from him as he said it. Yeah, he liked ass. Always did a smack-by whenever you walked past him. Especially when you were in the kitchen. Made his little domestic mindset bust a nut, literally.

His stubble brushed into your neck, with the purr of delight that he captured a beauty. Wrapping his other arm around you, under the side of your waist. Uncomfortably pushing into your side.

“So pretty, like an angel, baby. God must've been here to send you from the heavens. Must've hurt when you fell. Could've caught ya.” Oh, those sweet words he would always say. You knew he meant them, of course he did. If you had to say, it was a little depressing. Something just about the way he moved, spoke, and acted made your heart ache. It was probably the drinking he did, albeit it was better than a year ago.

“Don't think God sent me from the sky, Leon.” You responded with, head buried in those satin pillowcases. They felt nice on your skin, and nicer to grab when you got fucked.

“Would've broke a bone, and plus, I doubt you could catch me, old man.”

Oh, you poor poor soul. Don't call him old! He might cry, see, he's crying from his dick! Little slut, he liked that. Go ahead, weep a little more, baby boy! Also, the fact you just called him an old man to his face? Pfft, you're so on.

“I'm not that old, c'mon.”

He grunted, huffing into your neck like an angry toddler when they didn't get to snack on their favorite dino nuggets. Exaggerated heavily, and his grip tightened to push the point, he didn't like that.

“Ever heard the term respect your elders, little kid?” Leon asked, a threat hiding beneath it. Knowing the way he is, you have three seconds before he pins you to the bed and makes you squirt.

Already knowing what was going to happen, you made a lazy attempt to get out the 'terrifying' grasp of this old man. Moving to slide off the bed, but that didn't work.

His hand grabbed your shoulder, screaming this is your fault. You made me do this, and he wasn't going to be sorry at all. Pulling you back into the bed, head pushed into the pillow. Eyes staring wide up at him as he pinned you to the bed. Brows furrowed and face determined to prove otherwise. Hands pushing you into the bed by your shoulders. Yet gentle enough to not leave a bruise. That made your thighs clench, so cute.

“This old man still got it, baby doll. You really wanna play this game? I'll play it, too.” He'll play this game dirty, naughty, sexy.

Leon leaned forward, gently capturing your lips in a kiss. Passionately and slowly making out with you. Twirling your tongues around like it was his day-job. Maybe it was, seeing how he eats pussy so fucking good. Trying to ignite that burning passion he always liked. On the kitchen counter, his motorcycle, the car, work, the list went on and on. Hand trailing lower and lower as he occupied your mind. Tongue occupying your mouth. Expensive cologne pungent off his body, surrounding you in him.

Your whines being muffled from the kiss, making the old man pull away. That damning cocky smirk on his face as he taunted you,

“Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you. Speak louder, honey.”

A moan came from your lips as he pinched your clit. Making you claw at the pillows beneath your head. Hand slapping your cloth panties. Electricity running up your spine to your head.

“Fuck, d-daddy!” You choked out, watching as he teased and toyed you. He just had to fuck around with you. Put the young one in his place, like a rookie at work, the karens at stores. Leaning to your ear

“She's so needy, babydoll. Need your old man to make it better? But you probably don't like an old man, hm? Rubbing his fingers over your folds and clit.”

He hissed into your ear, nibbling on the edge. Pulling away to look down at those cute cotton panties. He always ruined them, sniffed them, came in them. His panties, too. Always will be his panties. Moving to move those panties aside, tugging them to reveal that glistening feast. Sopping wet for him to bury into. Like the breakfast at IHOP or McDonald's he would get. Devoured in mere minutes.

Leon positioned himself between your thighs, nose buried in your folds. Sniffing the sweet scent it emitted. That slightly tangy taste it had as well. He breathed it in like his last breath. The last meal he would have before death row. Being executed for serving his country too well, and serving your cunt, as well.

“Could get used to this any day. Wish my job was as easy as sitting down and eating this precious purr-ty pussy. Mewing for some milk, like always.” He purred, staring at you through his eyes lashes.

“P-purr-ty? What the fuck doe— AH!”

His tongue buried into you, licking up, down, left, and right. Coming up every once in a while to suck your clit. Make him drown in that pussy, baby. He needs it, he needs it like God. Make him get on his knees and pray.

“Didn't say you could talk, baby. Maybe you need a lesson on listening, again.” He tutted, sucking on your nub, again. Making your toes curl and hands clench again. Too good at this, imagine how many moms or younger girls would want this. Those twenty-year-old college girls wanting a middle-aged guy between their thighs. Mmmm, made you wet just thinking about how he's yours.

Tongue swirling, your hips bucking, and hand now buried in his locks. Threatening to pull his hair out. You pressed into his face, in which he pressed back. Drown him, suffocate him, make him die, honey.

Your legs tensed as you neared that high. C'mon, keep going! “I'm gonna— I'm gonna!—”

Selfishly, he pulled away. Wet dripping down his nose to his stubble. Looking at deranged as he looked up, sitting up. Hands fumbling with his shirt as he rushed to fuck into you. He wanted it. No, he needed it. Needed to be buried in that fat fucking pussy. Make it drip with his cum, eat it out, and impregnate it if he could. Wanted to see you leak breastmilk and be full of him.

“Not yet, I didn't say you could. Little slut.”

Noticing the change of pace, you reached out, only to be met with him yanking you. Stomach pressed into the bed, and head pulled back. His free hand tugging his jeans and boxers down. Fuck, he was hard. Harder than steel. His bicep wrapped around your throat, and his nose buried in your hair. Pants of exhaustion coming from him. He got so tired easily, old man in his heart.

Harshly, his hips thrusted against yours. Not even being enough of a gentleman to give a warning shot. No head against your little hole, fully sheathed in. The groan that came from his lips could've made you cum on the spot.

“Oh fuck…”

The claps followed afterward, body moving up and down with his rhythm. Ass moving at the rhythm, as well. Your fingers digging into his arm as he tightened the headlock. Enough to make it pleasing enough, your eyes rolled back. Mouth agape as you sprouted out moans and small noises. Squishy wet sounds following after his thrusts. 

Leon looked down at you, a toothy smile on his face. Always what he wanted, that fucked out look. So sweet, like an angel. Should've gotten his phone, but he was too enthralled in this now. That pretty little mouth needed a little love. So, he pulled your head back more. A small pained moan coming from your lips.

“Need a little loving from daddy, huh? Need daddy to fill this fuckin' cunt with his kids. Wanna stay in this bed full of 'em? Such a good slut, baby. Fuck the Redfield bloodline, Kennedy bloodline is gonna be bigger and stronger than that fuckin' boulder.”

Leon spat straight into your mouth, making you clench. Hitting the back of your throat. It tasted so disgusting, but it was hot. Alongside the few drops of spit, he let drip so slowly into your mouth. The wait was killing you!

“Swallow daddy, baby. Better than Gordon Ramsay, too. With this pussy, you put him to shame.”

Who couldn't obey a man like him? Strong government agent who kills for a living. Wouldn't want to anger daddy, would you? So, you swallowed. Right down your throat, and it made you gag a little. Couldn't say you hated it, it would just make him concerned. He was a softie deep down, always stopping whenever your face changed slightly. Got annoying when you literally just wanted to cum! Like, shut up, and just FUCK ME!

"S'close. Gonna cum for you! Wan' cum!” You whined, moaning pitifully. Ass raised against his pelvis. Balls slapping against your lower half. How would you explain to your parents you're a little cock sleeve to a government agent? I mean, at least it pays in a free apartment, car, and food! Plus whatever you counted Leon as.

“Really baby? That drunk off me? Mmmm, we love to hear that. Let daddy do it for you.” He whispered, voice still like honeyed whiskey.

Hips picking up its pace as it abused your cunt wider and wider. Only for him, and always open for him. Bringing him to the tip of the iceberg as he came inside you. Hips pushing against yours fully, and his tip at your cervix. He panted, burying his face in your neck. Those words, the pace, and his arm. You came on the spot, leaking down his cock and balls. Hands wanting to rip those sheets in front of you. Balled the fabric into your fist. Dripping onto the sheets below.

“Post nut clarity, damn.” Leon chuckled. Arm falling from around your neck. Bringing it down to interlace your fingers. “You good? I didn't, like, y'know? I'm not the best with words, c'mon.”

Mmmmm, body already responding as he gently pulsed around him. Head nodding in response to his query.

“Mhm, happy. Happy you actually didn't worry!”

You smiled, resting your head in your arms as he slowly moved off of you. Not pulling out, of course. He wouldn't do that just yet, gotta keep the package warm.

“Still an old man, by the way.”

His brows furrowed, sighing in defeat. You were supposed to say you learned your lesson! Regardless, he loved you, even if you were very stubborn.

“You're lucky you're cute…” He muttered, kissing your temple. Those very arms from earlier coming to wrap around you again. His chin propped on top of your head. Seemingly pleased he did a good job. Both of you leaking out onto the bed. Would have to clean that up later…

“You're lucky I like old men, Mr. Kennedy.”

He hummed, closing his eyes. A smile plastered on his lips.

“Think this old man needs a nap, honeybun.”

No, Leon DON—! And he fell asleep, right on top of you… In mere fucking seconds. The sex was a 10/10, but the napping part? Wouldn't recommend.

"Dammit..."

Honestly, you gave up right about now. You'll deal with it later, like you always did. Right now, maybe it was about time for a nap. Even if he was heavy, it was a free blanket. Another cuddle, another round of love-making, and a horrible nap?

You'd always do this again and again.

#leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy smut #resident evil smut

[beardisable]

Fuckin hell it's nearing 3am(3 hours after i finished Nona) and I really need to sleep but lemme see if I can form any coherent thoughts about the ending

I was already crying at Nona mourning pal and cam so terribly(something about the healthiest relationship in the series still being consumption and merging under threat and stress, but still mutual and consensual and a symbiosis instead of parasitic, and how now both of them are gone but are one, but they're not gone, and how to love is to change others and be changed by others and share their experience and become one by absorbing little bits of them into yourself like a child growing up learning from media and their family and friends and how nona fucking speed ran that I guess but also is still so so so touched every single time and-), and the ship steering part was so cool but the repetition of I'm dying probably kept me on my toes, and eventually I was sobbing with Nona disassociating from harrows body and the march into the tomb and the killing of crux and maybe he was being extra nasty to make kiriona kill him faster and not feel guilt but of course she does and she doesn't feel satisfaction either because that's hardly ever the part of revenge that helps you heal and-), and then ianthe sitting down backwards on the steel chair with the red apple in her hand being the fucking friendship bracelets and then kiriona baffling her anyway with her plan which was satisfying af, but then Nona literally imploding I guess and the reveal of when exactly the uhhh psalms(like the John 32 or whatever idk what they're called, damn I really should read the bible for this series huh) took place and getting details of alecto, and then I didn't understand mostly what was happening anymore and was just?????? Shocked out of my tears and mourning and just left absolutely baffled and not ready to have emotions at the end of a tlt book for the third time in a row (100% success rate) and. Wow.

Also something something about "necromancy" and necrotic romance and dead love and love Is dead BUT ITS NOT LOVE IS FOREVER and it will always have happened and changed you and you both won't be the same anymore but you you're better for it and maybe staying the same isn't good, maybe keeping to the status go is bad actually like trying to keep a memory sealed or put the love in a mini fridge or not do anything to save the planet the only Home we have and GOD FUCK I HATE RICH PEOPLE jod is a man corrupted by his power but also his progress was completely logical and he's such a good fucking villain FUCK God damn

#Uh huh yeah #Bear.txt #Idk #Ramblings #The locked tomb #Nona the ninth #Nona the ninth spoilers #Nona spoilers #Ntn #M

[kassiekole22]

The Smell Of Heartbreak 💔

Warning: Swearing, The Reader Thinks That Jason Is Cheating...

I came home from a hard day of work, as I pulled into the driveway, I noticed that Jason's truck was already there.

'Oh! He must have got off early!' I thought, as a smile grew on my face. Even though the day was stressful, I knew all of my troubles would disappear, as soon as I was in his arms.

I opened to door, as Jason came nearly bolting out of the bedroom, which caught me off guard.

"H-Hi, Darlin'!" He stuttered

"Jesus, Jase! You scared me!" I stared at him with wide eyes, trying to figure out what his problem was. I walked over to him, wrapped my arms around him, and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, as I took a deep breath. Then my eyes shot open.

"Jason-" I leaned my face closer to his body, inhaling deeply.

"-Who's fucking perfume is that?" I growled, as I shot him a glare that could kill him.

"I-I-… I don't know what you're talkin' about." He stuttered, as he shifted his eyes.

"Jason!" I warned him. 'He better have a damn good excuse!' I thought, as if anything could change my mind from the worst scenarios I had playing in my head.

"It's nothin', (Y/N)! It's fuckin' nothin'!" Those words that came out of his mouth, made my heart sink. I knew that he repeats himself when he lies.

"Bullshit!" I cried, as I pushed him out of the way, and ran to the bathroom. My heart was pounding so fast, it felt like it could explode. Tears ran down my face, as I felt my heart literally break. The man I loved, with another woman. I couldn't bare it. I slammed the bathroom door, pressed my back against it, and sank to the floor.

Of all people, I never would have thought, Jason, the man who swore that he'd never hurt me, that he'd always protect me, was the person who hurt me the most. It felt like a stab in the heart. What twisted the knife, was the fact that he probably had her in my bed. OUR bed. The bed that we cuddle in each night, that we make love in. I felt a sudden burst of rage. I wanted to break everything in this fucking house. I wanted to punch all of the mirrors, smash all of the plates, take a baseball bat to all of the furniture. And, oh boy, did I want to take a knife to that precious fucking hat of his. To shred it, and throw the pieces in his face.

Suddenly, a knock at the door broke me away from my violent thoughts.

"(Y/N)!" I heard Jason call out. I could tell from how shakey his voice was, that he had been crying too.

"Jason! Go away!" I sobbed, feeling my heart ache as I said his name.

"(Y/N)! Please!" He cried.

"Jason, I really, really want to hurt you right now! So please, get the fuck out of here, before I do something that I MIGHT regret!" I yelled, feeling my blood boil even more.

"(Y/N, PLEASE, JUST LET ME EXPLAIN!!!" He begged. A small part of me wanted to let him in. So I did.

I opened the door, allowing him inside, getting ready to punch him in the fuciing nose when he blurted out the dumbest excuse.

His eyes were red from crying. Even though he hurt me, my heart still broke to see him in pain. He wouldn't look me in the eyes, which scared me.

"Ok… So today, I went to the store… There was some perfume on sale, and I had the money for it… So I bought you a bottle for your birthday… But when I got home, I was hiding it in my dresser, and I dropped it… The bedroom reeks of flowers now… I'm sorry…" He finally looked up at me. I arched a brow.

"I don't wear perfume…" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I-I know… It just smelled very pretty. And I know that you like the smell of flowers. I just wanted to do something nice. Listen, once the bedroom airs out, I'll show you the bottle."

Something inside told me that he was being honest. I bursted into tears, and threw my arms around him. He wrapped his arms around me, and kissed the top of my head.

"I'm sorry, Jason!" I cried.

"Shh-shh-shhhh, it's ok, Sweetheart. I don't blame ya for assumin' the worst. But I'd never hurt you. I promised you that, and I intend on keepin' that promise." He murmured, into my hair.

"I love you, Jason." I whispered, as I nuzzled into his chest.

"I love you too, Darlin'. And I always will. Forever." He murmured back.

#dark pictures anthology #dark pictures house of ashes #house of ashes #HOA #jason kolchek #jason kolchek x reader #jason kolchek x you #KassieJalimFanFics

[divinely-yourz]

i want you to listen carefully, SPOILERS FOR BARBIE UNDER THE CUT ⚠️

i just.. where do i even start? okay, how about the fact that every analogy for what it's like to suddenly snap out of childhood was literally right there? like i actually can't stress it enough, everytime barbie had an i-don't-feel-like-myself moment, i felt that shit in my soul. in the dancing scene when she just snapped out of it and reality slapped her in the fucking face? felt that. when the ceo tried to put her in a box because girls everywhere have always been forced into a box to be something they're not or don't wanna be because the people (mostly men) around them don't want things to be so "complicated" or "difficult". felt that especially.

when she was talking about shedding her first tear and the memories of, technically, her childhood came flooding back and she said that first it was one tear and then she couldn't stop. that hi(ur)t me bad.

but what really made bawl like a fucking baby inside a packed theater was when gloria was talking about how hard it is to just be a woman in the real world and everything she said was completely correct. like, down to a tee, i'm so serious.

and when barbie was lying face down on the floor and gloria helped her up and barbie was said something along the lines of, "i'm not pretty anymore." and, "i'm not good enough." that shit made me cry so hard because it was the most impossibly real thing i've ever heard. and from barbie? stereotypical barbie at that, for her to cry and break down and say what's on her mind and just feel. the doll that we all grew up looking up to and even held the standard to, for her to end up feeling and being just like us was honestly revolutionary.

and even when they set the kendom back to barbieland and you could see she still felt out of place but she just danced it off and smiled??? tears. like i literally can't even express it enough, it felt so personal.

i was crying over a goddamn doll. and when she said that this is the lowest she's ever been? felt that one too, and little does she know, it gets lower💀.

it was too much, i can't even remember all of the important lines because i was crying too hard to even fuckin hear 'em.

because it was personal, y'all. like i seriously felt that shit. every time she was feeling like shit i wanted to give her the best hug ever and i started crying even more because she's a doll and a fictional character so i can't even hug her like omg. when gloria suggested the Normal Barbie who was just normal. just an okay typa girl who didn't need to be and didn't want to be glamorous and happy and peppy all the damn time and she was okay just being. like i'm tearing up thinking about it i just can't

this movie made me appreciate mothers and women all around the world even more than i do already and i didn't think that was possible.

anyways, growing up a girl in a boys world is the most tiring thing and is not for the faint of heart. it's filled with overthinking, tons of anxiety, lots of standards, lots of expectations, and not enough energy to do it all seamlessly.

#!! lia speaks !! #barbie movie #shitpost #barbie rant #barbie review #movie debrief #girl talk #i have too much to say so im just gonna leave it off here #barbie

[straighttohellbuddy]

HELLO SO THAT FIC U POSTED???? CHANGED ME FOREVER. I relate to that other anon deeply my brain chemistry will never be the same. it frankly hasn't been the same since the fic was just snippets you posted abt once in a while and now it's posted and it's A 25K DELIGHT AND I JUST---- *SCREAMS**SQUEALS**CRIES*

I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW PRESENT IT'S BEEN IN MY MIND SINCE FOREVER KQMCLWKFS I'm dying. reader is great her thing with Wilbur is great I am screaming and crying and Oh My God thank u for sharing it w us I am. /SCREAMING./

no but genuinely I've been grinning and letting out like. fickin SQUEALS for over an hour kqmflsjxkalck like I'm so glad and happy I got to read it istg. u have SUCH a way with words?????? and characterisation??????? and like. developing relationships hello????????? I am in shambles. every once in a while I return to ur writing bc it's just So Good and now I got to do it thru this fic I've been excited for for the last????? TWO YEARS I THINK. idk how long it's been but it's been A WHILE so thank u thank u thank u thank u not only did it live up to my expectations it also absolutely went over them. thank u genuinely you've made my past two years pretty much. for the last however long there hasn't been a week in which I haven't thought abt reader and Q's interaction (the snippet of ‘this is how it started the last time’) for at least an hour straight genuinely like. and haVING CONTEXT??????

anyway basically this is like a huge thing for me and I just thought I'd tell u that😭💕 like I hope u know your writing has been v important to me for a while, from what you love you devour to like. everything kinda but wylyd just struck a chord w me if that makes sense lmao and like. I would've totally gotten it if you'd lost interest but I'm glad u didn't and decided to share that absolutely amazing fic💕💕

(*25K*!!!! oh my god!!!!! I wasn't before either, but now I will literally never stop thinking abt it)

((THE GHOSTBUR STUFF WAS SO SWEET)) ((and heartbreaking in the most PERFECT manner)) ((and don't get me STARTED on Dream. and Q. and WILBUR OH MY GOD WILBUR WILBUR WILBUR WILBUR-------))))))(and reader oh my god reader I will never shut up about reader)

I'm gonna rotate your message in my head like a microwave dish for the rest of my life I love you so much 💖💖💖 I've been meaning to answer this for days but I wanted to take the time to properly answer it because I'm going to ramble about this fuckin fic I hope you know!!

this fic means so so much to me and I'm so glad that I finally got it published, but also that I ended up publishing it like this, like I definitely could have added more but I think it would have ended up kind of bloated, and it's already such a huge fic 😅😅 the vignette style makes me feel like I'm getting snapshots of the important moments while still getting the sense of the reader having a life between scenes, and the rest of the dsmp plot still going on around them

I mean this so genuinely, WIPS are always In Progress, I never forget a fic, I still reread what I have of my Mafia!Corpse AU from 2019 and wonder what I should add next, same with the other like, 20 drafts I have. 😅😅 I hope they all get published eventually, but I feel very lucky to have come back to this and recognise that it's good enough to put out there ☺️☺️

but OKAY I WANNA TALK ABOUT THE READER'S RELATIONSHIPS WITH ALL THESE FUCKING CHARACTERS BECAUSE THEY MAKE ME YELL !! im making this into it's own post because i literally wrote so much just talking about the reader and dream and i have so much to say about them and Q and WILBUR and i'll tag u xx i LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND I LOVE THIS FIC IT STILL MAKES ME FERAL

#your local homosexual with no chill

[wildernessuntothemselves]

i feel so BETRAYED obv you didnt promise me anything…

BUT CMON PREGNANCY??? YALL DIDNT SEE THAT GIRL ON TIK TOK WITH HER 200+ REASONS TO NOT BE PREGNANT. SERIOUSLY.

(/j) BUT IM STILL VERY MUCH ANTI PREGNANCY

i also forgot i was alive for a hot min but I’m back and have things to say🤌🏻

sooo everyone wished for soft non-con and i get your point but 👀 nobody know the chemistry rough non-con can have … not in a romantic way but in the we get to know how FAR a character will go and how fucked up they truly are to hurt their love

maybe im trippin 🤥 but i was team rough non-con for this ch. although if the others want soft i cannot blame them

ill freak out reading it either way 💅🏻 #choppingoffgyusdick

and lord soobin??? okayyyyyy

us dressing like a whore??? GIRL- FUCKIN -BOSSING

and everyone talking abt loser lover ending???

i read that fic a bit ago and it fucking BROKE me, i think i read the whole thing abt 3 times (not within a week or anything) i just came back to it and it broke me EVERY time

i was sobbing the first time and staring blankly at my wall the second time… tryna process everything. like the things they did to each other and especially that last ch. where reader fucks gyu and streams it literally killed me

i was so disappointed in their behavior and so emotionally invested srsly it broke my heart when you described beomgyu curling into himself… or the way he didnt want any of it but did it still for reader all the comments of the viewers… like it was written so well it truly hurt me😭🤌🏻 AND I READ IT AGAIN???? LIKE DO I HATE MYSELF WHY???

or the fact reader has to leave soobin, or the time soobin noticed reader being more invested in gyu than in him :(((( it made me want to give soobin ALL THE ATTENTION he deserved

or that one time where reader was like saying how gyu is only her toy and should act like it and instead of being a brat gyu just allowed it like he was actually broken and did everything for her to keep him… or the way she described him like a dog or her pet on stream

GOD THE EMOTIONS, I READ IT A WHILE AGO BUT ITS STILL AAAAA IT STILL KILLS ME TO THINK ABT IT

ill probably be just as sad abt yamqn but your writing is hella good and idk being invested in the story and feeling the characters feelings is kinda the goal isnt it

im excited where we are going to go with yamqn but im also a bit scared ill cry my eyes out again😭😭😭🤌🏻

- ❄️

listen i'm the biggest pregnancy anti out there and i live in an arab country where marrying and having a child is considered an absolute must in life but i've already managed to beat down my parents into giving up on me ever having a child so i get it lmao but again if the pregnancy is important to the plot of a story i'm writing then that's what i'm gonna do lmao

offf i keep going back and forth on the noncon thing even after most everyone said they want it soft because i feel like there is a lot of emotion involved in that scene and gyu is hella stressed and upset and he might not have the capacity to be soft in that instance but at the same time he doesn't want to hurt her and he is in a sick way happy to have her ahhh it's so complicated

the way you're describing lover loser makes ME wanna read it again lmao i'm just addicted to broken gyu

and the ending for this fic will probably be just as heartwrenching as the lover lover ending 😭 but we love pain here

#you always get me pumped with your messages #i love hearing from you❤️ #and ugh the lover loser bit really made me happy #thanks babe #mort talks #❄️ anon

[minimoefoe]

thoughts while/after reading a court of mist and fury for the first time

split into four sections - things I noted down before I started reading, thoughts I wrote down in the midst of reading, thoughts from after i'd finished read and then thoughts after watching a recap vid

before reading

was on tiktok and a pic came up on my fyp of some girl looking all faerie-like and the text said something like 'we want complex characters' 'you can't even handle her' and I was like whatever but then as I was scrolling away I saw the name nesta in the caption so now I'm like oh this coupled with another thing I saw makes me think her and elain are defo gonna become faeries at some point

while reading

I initially did this by chapter but I couldn't be bothered to keep pausing to write stuff so I split it into parts instead. maybe for the next book I should also write the page I'm on when I'm thinking something so it's easier to look back at idk

italics is stuff I've added after finishing the book

part one

so has she not heard from rhysand bc he's been captured or something

tamlin not acknowledging when feyre is up being sick is kinda nasty like bro she died for you, you could at least hold her hair back fuckin hell (the fact that rhys ends up holding her hair back.. dhmu)

feyre doesn't seem happy at all 😭😭

I actually love that feyre is fucked up by everything that happened I feel like sometimes characters just breeze through things and move on but she is just all round having an awful time

no high ladies? okay sexism

lucien's a what? am I supposed to know bc I literally don't 😭 (I still have no idea so.. idk)

rhysand appearing bc feyre is stressed as hell and doesn't wanna get married I'm crying, he obvs did that on purpose to save her

oh I already know the chapters where feyre is with rhysand are gonna be my faves over the stuff back with tamlin and co (the way it ended being basically the whole book omg I won so hard)

feyre is so real getting pissed off with the payment stuff like just reading that shit wound me up. giving away ur jewellery was maybe not a good idea tho idk. best to really have it out with tamlin later and try to fix it idrk (nvm, doing that saved her ass so)

love how often lucien is just third wheeling and makes 'here we go' type comments when mild drama starts happening he's so funny

the 'this how it's done' argument is dumb as fuck don't piss me off tamlin

locking feyre up oh tamlin you smell so bad I kinda hate you

tamlin actually is doing my nut in like you're 400 years old grow up and have a conversation. having feyre hidden away and never telling her anything is an insane way to try and go about things I hope she leaves ur ass. I get that he’s struggling as well but fuckin hell how embarrassing

part two

rhysand soooo cares for feyre like being worried about not feeling anything through the connection, waiting there while she sleeps, desperate for her to banter with him. he's so interesting I love him. leave tamlin for rhys feyre I know you want to

feyre literally being like yeah I wanna stay with you fuck the spring court is craazy like I'm winning so hard

aw sad back stories

odds on nesta and cassian dating

so like.. feyre is fr done with tamlin huh like for a while I was thinking maybe they'd reuinute at some point or she would spend some time being like idk what to do but nah she's done. love that

the flirting with rhys is getting so much more direct like okayyy

azriel ur vibes intrigue me, I am growing very fond of you

amren kinda freaks me out. I like her but also I'm worried she will turn evil or something

cassien is giving emmett cullen but more serious I can't explain it

the only thing I miss about the spring court is lucien

I like the summer high lord

when are they gonna kiss this is KILLING ME

the fact feyre is thinking about painting again oh she's getting better fr

I take back my worries about amren, l love her vibes

we love a feminist king (I think I was talking about him wanting the girls to be able to train lmao)

we've gone so long without seeing or hearing from tamlin/the spring court that I'm like okay surely they need to see each other again and give us some drama, feyre just being able to leave and that's that feels too simple. tho I guess they got the letter and were like okay not much that can be done?? I was kiinda wondering if they wouldn't believe it was from her bc I wasn't sure if they knew she could write but maybe I'm being dumb (no tamlin is the dumb one, not that I was right but like..)

lucien appearing literally at the end of next chapter lmao I willed it into happening

I was so disappointed when they had to share a room earlier in the book and rhys made a bed appear so they didnt have to share.. they made up for it fr

why didn't feyre feel the mating bond or whatever? bc she isn't familiar with it? bc she's been distracted?

can't decide if she's being too pissed about him not telling her idk like tbh I get why he didn't tell her and for a while it defo wasn't the time. but also I get that being lied to and shut out was a problem she had at the spring court so that kinda thing pisses her off

okay nvm she moved on quick and understood him a bit, I'm glad

I actually hadn't even thought about rhysand and feyre being mates or having mates liike the only time I really thought about mates was the fact tamlin and feyre weren't mates but they were gonna get married so I was like huh what does that mean. but this makes a lot of sense. kinda obsessed

interesting that rhys had vibes she was his mate when she human. is that normal? did he only get those hints bc it was like, fated that she would become a faerie, like have faeries and humans ever been mates????

part three

tamlin you sad evil embarrassing little man !!!!!!

knew her sisters would become faeries

elain being lucien's mate wait that's kinda cute omg they so fit together. I wonder if nesta is cassian's

also like, if elain had never become a faerie would lucien have never found his mate? would he have mated with someone else? would he have still been elain's even tho she was human? can you have more than one mate in your lifetime? I need answers

need lucien to see sense and turn on tamlin idk he seems to know this is insane. liike book 3 give me more lucien I'm BEGGING this is how I win omg

after reading

literally loved it so much

it's kinda wild how I thought the spring court seemed like such a nice place in the first book but now that we've seen all these other places with rhys I'm like omfg how BORING is the spring court fuck that, I'd wanna get out of there too

I love literally everyone that we're supposed to love. feyre, rhys and his whole gang. they're all so interesting

I was missing lucien a little bit and he's the main reason I'm cool with us being back at the spring court

I'm hoping lucien is gonna confront feyre fairly early in book three and she's gonna convince him to stop doing as tamlin says and see sense for like, the greater good but also I'm sure elain being his mate will sway him too

I kiiiinda would love if tamlin lost his mind and went full villain. not that he hasn't lost his mind already but yknow. rn he just feels kinda pathetic and stupid, I want evil vibes idk

I looooooved feyre and rhys' relationship and I loved all the revelations about the bond and stuff. I was simultaneously dying for them to finally get together but also was so obsessed with their vibe and the build to it that I almost didn't want them to finally be together. it was all so good tho like UGH I love them. I think knowing some of that stuff is gonna make book one even more interesting on a reread as well

I'm kinda glad they're apart again ngl bc we all know ships gets boring once they get together and the build up is the best bit so some time apart and a lot of drama will be fun I think

need cassian and nesta to get together. need azriel and mor to get together

there's no gay ppl in these books and I'm wondering how the mating bond situation would work with gay ppl. don’t tell me gay faeries don’t exist omg or what if gay faeries never have mates 😭

I feel like there's no way everyone is gonna survive whatever happens in the next book and like honestly as long as its not feyre rhys or lucien, I'll be sad but it'll be fine. if I had to bet on a death I’d probably say azriel, cassian or mor

azriel > cassian > amren > mor. maybe? idk I love them all

after watching cari can read’s catch up video

I’ve been watching a vid after each book literally bc I wanna sure I had the plot at least mostly understood and also bc I’m very limited to what I can search up to do with these books atm since I don’t wanna spoiled so recap vids are a nice little treat lmao. they do sometimes hint at spoilers tho (like the vid of the first book where she said she couldn’t find fanart of the sisters that wasn’t spoilers so i was like oh they’re probs gonna become faeries) but it’s a risk I’m willing to take

there was a lot of moments where feyre had to say to rhys like hey stop keeping things from me, I didn’t realise it happened so much. and part of me is like hm is that a bit strange like surely after the spring court, him constantly doing that would really get to her but as far as I can remember she gets over it all idfk

the music thing in the first book was so strange to me I was like omg feyre has lost it, so it being explained in this book was cool. I feel like you can tell these books were actually planned out before being published

I’m still not 100% clear on the jurian, miryam etc story like I kinda get it but there’s a lot of names idfk. hopefully I get it enough to understand the next book, or it’s explained recapped in the next book

#reading thoughts #a court of mist and fury #acomaf #I feel like I’m forgetting a few things so I might come back but it’s fine I’ll come back and add them if I remember

[early20sfailingplenty]

Hi there Erika! Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could have a little comfort blurb with Bo because I'm having a really rough day right now and I'm barely holding it together and I'm literally on the verge of tears so...yeah. Sorry.

Tibby!!!🥰💗 Honey you're NEVER a bother and I'm so sorry that you're having such a rough day😩I'm here if you want to vent or anything! I hope that things get better for you; you deserve the world! Also, sorry if there are any massive typos or anything 'off'; I'm super duper tired rn because my lecture just finished but I wanted to get this out to you the day you sent it in so then it hits you in the way you need it to; I took inspo from Discord but I kept it all very vague for obvious reasons. I hope you enjoy, and if not then please let me know and I'll be happy to write you something else! Mwah mwah ~

TW; emotional distress, mentions of conflicts unresolved between reader & unspecified person, crying, stressed reader. Mostly fluff and the mentioned warnings here are just the exposition.

GN!reader, no coded language, “you” & Y/N used.

Word count: 1, 331.

You stood with your back to the sink in the dark kitchen of the Sinclair home, so dirty were the windows from the outside that very little natural sunlight filtered in. Lester had said that he would do the windows tomorrow, but that had been a week ago, and so busy was he that you didn't have the heart to pester him about it. And so, the windows stayed dirty and the kitchen remained darker than the rest of the house's lighting.

The hard pressure of the wooden counter at your back was one of the few things you were aware of, so lost were you within your mind. Things just weren't going right and an interpersonal conflict only made the weight of the world upon your shoulders that much more unbearable. You were doing everything that you could but always did it seem like it wasn't enough, like you weren't enough. So many thoughts swirled around in your mind that it made you dizzy, but the more you paid attention to them, the more you became dizzy, and the vicious cycle continued to such an extent that you felt sick of your own self and you wanted simply to run away.

From what, you knew not, but you wanted out.

Your body felt heavy, dragged down was it by the weight of all that was upon you, and you allowed yourself to sag against the counter. Unfortunately for you, there was a patch of spilled coffee just beneath your foot, and as you relaxed, your foot shifted onto the drying puddle. Unforgiving was the laminated floor and you would have fallen were it not for the fact that the violent scraping of chair legs on the tiles ripped through the air and a hand seized you firmly by the wrist.

Bo caught you before you began to fall, as so often did he.

"Fuckin' watch it, would'ya?" His rough tone chastised you. Normally would such a sound have made you smile in familiarity and in love, always so prickly was Bo, but today it only made you feel worse and you instinctively wrinkled your nose against the stinging of tears in the backs of your eyes and your nose. You were one dropped teaspoon away from crying but you had too much to do, so much to deal with. There was no time for emotions, no time for you, there was only time for work and your breath caught in your throat as things continued to pile up. You saw not what you had already done this day and thought only of all that you had still to do, the clock ticking life away and -

Your breath caught in your throat and Bo's baby blues turned from an ocean into ice as he examined you and noticed your distracted state, so sharp was he. In an instant, he dropped the tough act, and it made you even dizzier than you already were. Today, it seemed, you just couldn't keep up with all that life had chosen to throw at you, and you were exhausted. Hands gripped your wrists and tugged you into a proper standing position, your back away from the counter so that there was no chance of you slipping once more, and then those hands, so dangerous and fatal to anyone who was not a Sinclair, slid up, up your forearms, upper arms, curved around the slopes of your shoulders and then around to your back, where Bo pulled you into his body. It was such a slow and gentle motion that it made that urge to cry even stronger and the first of many tears began to drip down your cheeks.

"Awh, hey now," Bo almost cooed, his mouth sloping downwards in sympathy. His hands left your back and moved to your cheeks, which were cupped tenderly as the rough pads of his fingers dashed your tears away. "Why the waterworks, hm?" Oh, but the look on Bo's face, like he wanted to hold you so tight that all of your pain transferred from you into him through the power of osmosis, made you shatter and for the second time in as many minutes did Bo catch you before you fell.

You shook your head, unable to articulate your pain through the thoughts in your mind which were swirling like a hurricane; leaving destruction in its wake in the form of those tears drying on your face and the pads of Bo's thumbs. He sighed. The sound was both one of sympathy and of impatience. He needed to know who or what had made you cry so that he could put it to rights; nothing hurt Bo more than his loved ones being in any kind of pain. "Talk t'me, darlin'," Bo wrapped his arms around you and stepped forward into your personal space, tilting so that he could rest the soft angles of his chin on the curve of your shoulder. "Lemme help ya'."

He was practically pleading with you in the only way he knew how, his blue eyes chasing yours every time you looked away. It was intimidating, desperate, but he lulled you into the sense that there was no other option, not that you wanted one. You would tell him everything and indeed after just a few seconds of silence did Bo finally get what he wanted. Everything you wanted to say and everything that you didn't poured out of your lips like a tap left to run, and once Bo realised what was happening, he used his grip on your body to guide you backwards, backwards. He sat back down on his seat and tugged you forward and down until you were plopped on his lap sitting sideways. His arms curled around you like a fleshy cage; the safest one you had ever and would ever know.

At last, at last, with an odd sense of desperation and of adrenaline, your body fighting against its own urge to run, to run, Bo brought you to the moment where words ran dry and all that was left were the damp and sticky tear tracks on your face and Bo's lips at your temple, his body crushed against yours. Oh, but you were right where you had needed to be ever since you had awoken this morning and Bo could feel that one simple truth just as you could, so completely did he know you.

"I'll tell y'somethin'," Bo chuckled. It was an unhappy sound, one strained with barely suppressed anger. He was so angry at those who made you feel the way that you did and he wanted nothing more than to raise hell and make things right. He wanted only the best for you and he hated it when he couldn't provide you with such. "There ain't many like ya', darlin'," He pressed one, two, three kisses to the side of your forehead, his arms flexing around you. "So fuckin' strong. I'on know how th'hell y'do it."

You shrugged. "Used to it."

Bo scoffed angrily. "Y'shouldn't have t'be," He shook his head and used a hand under your chin to turn your face towards him so that he could capture your lips in a kiss; it was tender yet the undercurrent of his anger was so palpable that you could almost taste it. "This is why I don't leave Ambrose much," He shrugged, "Too much shit out there."

Silence reigned supreme for a passage of time marked only by your breaths; your inhales were punctuated with Bo's exhales, as if you complemented each other despite being whole persons on your own. Exhausted, you slumped against Bo and he held you tighter, a strained smile on his face. "Tha's it, darlin'," he encouraged, "You jus' sit right here. Ain't gotta' be anywhere or do anythin' else. Jus' stay here wit' me."

Your arms looped around his neck and you pulled yourself impossibly closer to him, wanting nothing more than this, just this, forevermore.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair comfort #bo sinclair fluff #house of wax #house of wax imagine #house of wax x reader #house of wax 2005 #slasher fic #slasher community #slasher x reader

[medusachoy]

Toxic nahoya part 2

( MINORS DNI)

Characters : reader (fem) , souya kawata (angry) , nahoya kawata (smiley)

TW : breeding , degradation , filming , spanking , cheating , cursing , crying

He apologized after what he did , he promised you that he will never do that again so you forgave him or...that's what you made him think you did , you're still mad you couldn't sleep properly for a long time thinking about your revenge plan , you want to break him the same way he broke you or more , you will, you promised yourself that you will.

"Are you done putting on your makeup? We should be at the restaurant before my parents arrive there " he looked at you and sat on the bed

You hummed putting your new perfume , Coco Mademoiselle Chanel , souya's favorite , he mentioned it before during friends meeting that this fragrance attracts him

"Why did you get this brand? " he stood up " you know I like this one on you and it's not even empty yet " he added while holding the roja haute luxe .

"I just wanted to change the scent " you replied with a smile

"I'm ready should we go?" , he nodded

He was blabbering about how you should talk in front of his family and somethings you could care less to , you were just silent looking through the window wishing he would shut his mouth for some minutes

"You know my mom thinks-"

"Nobody cares about what your mom thinks" you cut him off and slammed the car door behind when you arrived at the place

"What is wrong with you today?" He said holding your hand

"Nothing I'm just stressed" you replied and looked at the place when you were both walking

It's a big restaurant , a luxurious one , that's really perfect , easier for your plan

When you both stepped in the place , you were so excited looking for souya .

He was there sitting alone on his phone with some blue curls covering his eyes

"Souya~ my bro" he hit his brother's head and sat in one of the side of the tables making you sit beside the blue haired twin and your boyfriend

He looked at you both and put his phone on the table "oh hello to both of you , mom and dad will be here in few minutes " nahoya only replied with "aha" while playing or texting you don't know , he doesn't matter now

"You haven't changed since the last time I saw you " you saw a small smile on his face

"You got prettier from the last time I saw you" he said making nahoya looking at you both

"Are you trying to flirt with girlfriend?" He put his arm on your shoulders bringing you closer to him

"Honey why you saying that , it was just a compliment " his move made you uncomfortable

"He isn't-"

"Mother, father " souya stood up so both of you and you nahoya did to greet their parents

"Oh you're so pretty just how nahoya described you " you smiled and thanked her wishing it was souya who did not this cheater beside you

"Should we order? I'm hungry already " spoke nahoya putting his hand on his stomach

"Yes it will be good talking while waiting for our food " laughed the father and you swear he looks like nahoya more than souya

The over happy looking face that you can't stand

You were the one to call the waiter, you all ordered what you wanted but when it came to wine you asked the mother about what she preferred

" chateau mouton-rothschild 1945 , it's mine and souya's favorite" another informtion? this also helps your plan

She was asking you endless questions , you literally wanted to shut her the hell up the same way you did to her son in the car

Souya was just looking at her and rubbing his face , he was also done with her unnecessary questions

But she finally closed her mouth when the food came

You were also excited , you haven't eaten expensive food since your last trip

The food was so good especially the Smoked Quail Drizzled with Pomegranate that you ordered

You looked at your glass , nahoya is busy talking to his parents , none of them is looking , it's your chance

You hold your glass looking at souya , he noticed and looked back at you , looking at your lips and the glass , you smiled seductively and spilled some of the wine on your dress

You gasped dramatically making the rest looking at you

"My new dress oh my goodness" you stood up looking at the red spot you just made on your dress

"You should have been careful darling , I will take you to the bathroom, you can fix some"

"No no I will go alone , you need to stay with your mother " you walked away from the table to the bathroom and turned your head smiling at souya

He realized, he hide the glass under the table and spilled some on his pants

"She spelled some on me too" he said pretending to be mad

"Oh go quickly to wash it at least " said nahoya checking the spot

What a dumb brother , thought souya to himself walking towards the bathroom

"A smart move from you" he found you waiting for him , he locked the bathroom door and started to get closer steps to you

"Actually I'm a bit surprised that you came" you said looking at the mirror pretending to check yourself

"And I'm a bit surprised that my brother's chick is seducing me" he started touching your hips and kissing your neck

You closed your eyes enjoying his touch , it's different from his brother, he's touching you softly , his kisses aren't aggressive , proves he is good kisser

"We should hurry up we only got few minutes before they suspect something there" you rubbed your butt on his cock , you felt his erection , it turned you on , you can feel it's big

"Then let's make it quick " he unzipped his pants and pulled up your dress

"Black silk underwear huh? I see you came prepared " he teased you with the tip of his cock on your cunt with your panties on

"Please just put it inside , I can't.." you let out a loud moan when he squished your boobs with both hands

"You're so wet you whore" he slided his whole length inside you making you gasp

It's big and thick , it's filling you , you can feel every vein inside you

"You're so fuckin' warm inside , this is what my brother was enjoying the whole time , he didn't even think about sharing you with me? What an ungrateful bastard" he thrusted fast and hard inside you , moaning loudly because of his length going out and in

"You're a filthy whore with fat ass and pretty cunt...oh I can't forget your big soft tits too , don't worry I will find a way and time to fuck them "

"Please destroy every inch of me , fuck me like the slut I'am " you cried out and started squishing your boobs while he was holding your hips and slapping your ass

You tears run down your cheek from the pleasure you're getting

"I beg you sir , breed me like a whore , put your kid inside me "

"Shut the fuck up and take my cock you talkative slut , kid ? You want me to impregnate a whore like you ? "

He was hitting your soft spot which made you opening your mouth in an "o"

"I need to film this to masturbate on later" he smiled and got his phone from his pocket and started filming your back while fucking you raw

" you like the attention don't you ? A breedable whore like you likes getting filmed with a cock inside her "

He thrusted harder and shouted his cum inside you

"We are a mess" he giggled and fixed his look and washed the spot on his pants

"I liked the fragrance " he put a soft kiss on your neck and left

You fixed your makeup and washed the spot on your dress and took a deep breath looking at yourself in the mirror

You were right

Souya's cock is bigger than nahoya's

#tokyo revengers #tokyorev smut #tokyorevedit #souya kawata #nahoya smut #nahoya x reader #smiley smut #tr smut #tokrev smut

[spookysanta]

miss you. (g.d.)

part i of ii.

Summary: long distance relationships suck; but especially for (Y/N) and Grayson.

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader

WARNINGS: mentions of sex (not yet), angst??????????????????????????, fluff, bad writing

UNEDITED

YUH look at me on a writing streak :) and let’s all reminisce on fetus baby boy by these precious “date” snaps:

(@trapezoidmouth on IG)

***THIS TAKES PLACE AROUND APRIL/MAY***

i only mention that bc it’s talking about graduation and it’s july so i didn’t want people to make a big deal about it

***

"So," she told him with a big sigh on the phone when she got home from class. "I did my presentation today."

"Oh, really?" he replied, while cooking himself an omelette. It was three o'clock her time and noon in Los Angeles, where he was; so it was brunch time. "How'd it go?"

"It..was awful." She tried to force herself not to cry, because when she cries, Grayson is quick to get up and go wherever she was to comfort her. Which might be good in the moment, but she doesn't want to do that to him (anymore--this would've been the fourth time he'd done that). "Gray, I did everything my teacher told me to! I added the information I needed to, took out some stuff, and I even memorized everything! But when I got up there...I couldn't do it."

"What was your topic again?"

She recited her research question as if it were read out of a book. "How listening to music during pregnancy helps a baby's development in the womb."

"Really? That doesn't sound hard at all."

"It wasn't that my topic was hard, it was that the questions I got asked were too hard for me to answer, and how I answered questions was a big portion of my grade." she was getting a little misty-eyed. She'd been working on this project for months; she thought she'd learned just about everything there is to know about music's effects on child development. "Gray, I really thought I had it until then."

"Listen, baby. Regardless of how you think it went, I'm sure you did better. Because I've heard your presentation and you sounded like you knew exactly what you were talking about. I think it's all in your head, angel." He sighed, flipping his omelette in the pan. He liked omelettes when she made them for him when she visited, because she knew exactly what he wanted, how much of each ingredient to add, and she makes sure they're always cheesy and delicious. But when he makes them, sometimes they're a little...underdone.

"I can't focus." she put him on speakerphone and took off her top, pants, and bra, opting to wear one of his t-shirts for comfort. She has a few of them, but her favorite one to wear is the black crew neck. It's plain and simple, and it fits him like a god. But she managed to take it when she left L.A. the last time; and honestly, she took a little vile of his cologne, too, to spray on the shirt after she washes it. "It's so close to graduation, baby, and I know you're gonna call me a loser for saying this, but I can't do this anymore. I want to drop out." she groaned.

"You're a loser either way, in my opinion." he heard her laugh on the other end of the phone. And that laugh was like air to his lungs, if he's being completely honest with himself. He hadn't heard that angelic laugh in months. The last time they'd been together was when she visited him the last few days of her Winter Break--and that was in January. "But you literally graduate in a month. Shut up."

"Okaaaaaaaaaaaay." she groaned again. What she wouldn't give for his bone-crushing cuddles right about now. That's all she wants. She'd been feeling weepy and anxious and a bit sad all day, but now that she's talking to her man, she's starting to feel the heavy weight of her stress lift. "I miss you." she confessed. "I know we agreed that we wouldn't get all sappy like this but I'm wearing your shirt right now and all I smell is you."

“I miss you, too.”

She heard noise on the other end and nearly vomited at the sound. "Move your mouth away from the receiver, Gray. I can hear you chewing."

He chewed louder, his mouth hovering over the phone's microphone. "Like this?"

She hung up the phone.

***

He called her again later, at around four o'clock his time. He and his brother were outside and he was about to grill some steaks for dinner. "Hello?" he greeted into the receiver. "Baby?"

"Hey." she groggily replied. She'd fallen asleep while talking to her best friend on FaceTime and she woke up about five minutes ago. "What's up, boo?"

"Just checkin' on you. I wanted to make sure you're in better spirits than earlier."

"Yeah, I'm fine." She sat up and stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen , finding a box of Kraft mac and cheese in the pantry to cook. "I'm just glad everything’s over with."

"I understand. I just don't want you to be all sad and mopey."

"I'm not sad and mopey only because of my presentation, I'm sad and mopey because I miss my boyfriend." she sighed. "I really don't think I can wait until my birthday to see you."

"So what do you want me to do? You want me to come there, or fly you out here?"

"It doesn't matter, honestly. I just want to see you." she stirred some salt in the pot of boiling water, then poured the noodles into the pot, turning down the heat, and shutting the lid. "Doesn't even have to be long. I just want cuddles and kisses."

"I'd be glad to give you that, and you know I would come and see you right now if I could, but I can't right now. We're filming all week this week and both of us need to be here for it."

"I'm dying without my fuckin' cuddles, man." she drained the pasta, hissing to herself when a little bit of water got on her brown hand. She cursed quietly, already assuming that Grayson knew she'd injured herself somehow--as she usually does. She put the pasta back in the pot and added butter, almond milk, and the powdered cheese, stirring it and letting it cool a bit before pouring it in a bowl next to the stove. "I wanna see your pretty face." she spoke, holding the phone to her ear and with her bowl in one hand and a bottle of sparkling water in the other.

"Hold on a second." she heard shuffling on the other end of the phone. He was making a space on his desk for his phone to sit on, but she already knew that that'd been what he was up to, because his desk is constantly cluttered with papers, receipts, pens and pencils, etc. His desk was riddled with stuff. She heard the quiet his of "ah dammit", and then she finally saw it. That gorgeous grin that makes his hazel eyes crinkle in the outer corners. "Hi, honey."

And as happy as she'd typically be to see his face on FaceTime, all she did was sob. "Hey." She grabbed her food and her drink and with cloudy vision, she guided herself to the couch to eat.

His face fell. "What's wrong? Did I catch at a bad time?"

"No." She sniffled. God, she was so emotional today. "I just...I want you."

"Oh, babe. I wish there was something I could do about that but right now my hands are completely tied."

"I just want cuddles and kisses and hugs! And I want to wear that new shirt you just bought because it looks comfy and I bet it smells good."

"Baby I promise—hold out a little bit longer and you can have whatever it is you want." He paused. "Except for that shirt.”

"Why?" She whined.

"Because I bought that shirt last week. It's still new."

"So? I want it."

"You can have every other shirt except that one. At least not for a while."

"Ugh!" She groaned. "You're the worst."

"I've been told."

She looked away from her phone that was propped up on a pillow and turned on the television, turning to a DVR recording of Botched and settling into the couch, fully accepting the fact that she had to cuddle with the pillows next to her instead of her boo. She picked up her fork, sadly poking the orange-dyed macaroni noodles and putting them in her mouth. "I don't want this anymore." She muttered to herself, catching the attention of the boy on the other end of the phone, who'd only just found something to do on his laptop to distract himself from looking at her tear-stained face.

Because if he did, he'd be at her every beck and call and give her exactly what she wanted. And he was a busy guy; he didn't have time to fly across the country to snuggle her like he has the slight habit of doing.

As much as he craved her—her body, her mind, her laugh, her smell (God, the way she smells? Absolutely intoxicating. He finds himself thinking of the inticing scent on the days when he misses her the most, and it's almost as if she infiltrates his nostrils. Ergo, causing him to miss her 1000x more.)—he cannot leave Los Angeles for at least the next week. If he leaves, then that means Ethan would be left with editing their upcoming video's footage, and that's the last thing he needs right now.

"Why not? When we texted earlier, you said you were hungry."

"Yeah. I was. But now...I don't know." She shrugged. She stopped the recording on the TV, picking her bowl back up and setting it in the microwave for if she wanted it later. Then, she trudged her way back upstairs and got in her bed. She sighed, feeling the lump in her throat form again.

#dolan twins #grayson dolan #dolan fandom #dolan tuesday #dolan imagines #grayson and ethan #grayson dolan x poc #grayson dolan x reader #grayson dolan x black girl #grayson dolan imagines #grayson dolan fic

[anarkhebringer]

hi i'm back, can i get some more modern felix stuff please? just anything you can think of would be perfect!

Hiiiii nonny, welcome back~~~

But anyway yee, you may have a lot of random modern Felix stuffs. I’m always happy to deliver. I’m gonna try to not make it too long, but it’s already a mile long now by the time I’ve made most of the main points so I might as well just roll with it a bit. This is definitely gonna be a very long read.

Living with his aunt for the number of years he has eventually led him to developing an occasional southern drawl when he speaks, since his aunt has one. It’s a very rare thing though, and almost never happens. When it does though, he HATES IT.

The influences on his speaking from his aunt mostly shows in his wording of things, since sometimes when he gets spirited about something he says “y’all” and such all the time. One time when Sylvain was just being Sylvain, and neither Felix nor Ashe could calm him, Felix just muttered “y’all’re gonna bleed me dry someday…” Sylvain and Ashe thought it was the cutest fuckin’ thing, and Sylvain calmed down after that. Neither mentioned the drawl though since they quickly learned from hearing stories that Felix will get really pissed if you tease him about it or even mention it too much for his tastes. Which is just mentioning it at all.

He’s not easily scared at all, but just walking past him wrong can make him jolt from being startled sometimes. That’s something from his traumas that’s finally starting to come to the forefront that couldn’t before, since he could suppress everything that hindered his progress in combat, but he can’t do that anymore.

He’s gotten to be a person who can really enjoy his leisure due to his really deep dive into depression that happened after he got his ability to be in combat taken away from him. He and Linhardt could have had a competition to see who can fall asleep while standing up and stay standing the longest. He has medication that helps keep him awake enough to not be able to do that anymore though, but he has really bad insomnia now as a result of his completely chaotic and inconsistent sleeping schedule. His stress wrinkles in the inner corners of his eyes are completely covered by the dark circles under them now that really shows his wear and exhaustion.

He won’t at all complain if he’s given a task to do by someone that isn’t in his household, and it’ll keep his mind active and keep his mood in a positive place if he isn’t overworked. He does get drained way easier now though if what he’s asked to do involves socializing or interacting with anyone in any way too much.

When he’s drained socially, he becomes very aggressive and unstable. He’ll get like he used to be and completely isolate, and lash out if you interrupt what he’s doing and you don’t want to actively participate. He’d still get mad that you interrupted him though, and he probably won’t let you participate unless you’re among a certain handful of people.

Ashe and Claude are the only two people who don’t mentally drain him whatsoever, and he could see them literally every day if they wanted to do that. Ashe because Felix cares for him so much, and Claude because they’re so similar. He and Claude don’t drain each other because they can go literal months without speaking, then pick up on what they left off on like they only stopped talking for a day or two. Same with Ashe, though Felix becomes slightly noticeably more down and sad when he doesn’t see Ashe for too long a timespan.

He has a secret love of cuddling, and also hides his full support of platonic PDA, cuddling, and even kisses and such if there’s enough mutual trust between the ones involved. He’s very touch-averse and sensitive to others touching him, so he only really lets Ashe, Claude, and Sylvain touch him to show affection. Only Ashe can do much, and he only really tolerates Sylvain’s occasional one-armed hugs or quick pats on the shoulder as he walks by. Ashe however can hug him (after making his desires to do so known of course), hold his arms, and even his hands, since Ashe is the kind to show affection by physical means whenever he’s allowed to do so. They even cuddle at night when Ashe stays overnight at his apartment.

He actually lets Sylvain cuddle with him too when Sylvain really needs the affection during hard times, though he never returns it unless he does so while he’s asleep. It’s become a comforting thing to wake up to, feeling the warmth of Sylvain against him and his arms wrapped around Felix’s frame, even though Felix didn’t really want it to become that. At first, anyway.

His depressive rut wasn’t all bad in some cases, and because of the isolation he went into, he’s become extremely artistic and tech savvy since he didn’t have much to do to occupy himself. Being extremely brainy as is really helped him get going with these things.

He’s also learned to hack and code on the computer from that rut too, and he could get you into anything you wanted him to. He knows all sorts of ways to hide himself under all sorts of circumstances, and clear his tracks if he’s found, so he could actually be extremely dangerous if he were to use this knowledge and skill for anything shady. The most he uses it for is to make modifications to games and explore the Dark Web as anonymously as possible when his morbid curiosities get the best of him, though.

Well, there have been times where he’s used his skills to scare people. There have been times where people have threatened his friends (namely Claude and Ashe), and to scare the bullies off, he hid himself and hacked into their devices to make text documents warning them to stay away or else there would be trouble, because they’re always being watched. That always managed to scare them off on the first try, and he’s never done anything more than that, because there was no need.

He’s super protective of what few friends he has. He’d willingly put himself in danger for them all the time, unless of course they got themselves into the mess they’re in and he feels they don’t really deserve to be helped out of a situation that’ll be them learning their lesson. Otherwise, he’s borderline obsessed with his friends’ safety and happiness. It’s hard to really see that outside of sudden outbursts from him, since he’s so averse to socialization and unable to understand/express emotions well, but if he’s really needed and he can mentally handle it, you’d best believe he’d be completely focused on doing whatever he could do to help a friend in need for as long as they needed him.

Stuff like this has his friends really knowing who he is eventually, and he doesn’t like that. He’s actually really nice, but his way of showing it isn’t exactly common. Onlookers would think he’s just indifferent unless he’s feeling particularly chipper and/or manic, but his friends get to be on the receiving end of conversation and see him do more personal things compared to others, so they know he’s far nicer than even he thinks he is. He’s become oddly patient compared to his old self, and can hold a conversation for a while longer than he used to. If you get him talking about certain topics, though, you could manage to talk with him for literal hours on end.

He’s overall pretty chill now. Depression has taken the constant explosive anger out of him. He’s still always angry and bitter to some degree, but not to the point of lashing out at every little thing that upsets him. He’s still just as blunt as he was before, but he’s become a lot more passive-aggressive and/or condescending when it shows, instead of sudden outbursts and hurling insults around at all turns. And to those who have received both from him, the current version of his aggression hurts them a lot more, since he shows so little emotion during the times he throws something out to hurt them. All they see is (sometimes) in his body language, and the bitter fogginess in those eyes from how empty he’s become. Even his tone has changed. He’s not as aggressive sounding unless he’s more angry than usual, but he’s got a bitter tone. Or worse, he sounds almost monotone, like he feels absolutely nothing. If he’s got the tone of voice he used to have before, know that he’s on the verge of snapping and lashing out, and that goes from angry sounding to yelling at any time. And he yells loud.

He tends to cry a bit more than he used to now, since he gets overstimulated really easily. He can hold it in around other people most of the time unless it’s particularly overwhelming and getting even worse. It sometimes reminds Sylvain of when they were kids, but then he feels bad thinking of it like that since Felix has more going on in his head than he did back then. He’s trying to work on stopping that association, and he’s starting to get better at not thinking of Felix when he was a kid when he cries.

He used to parade around talking about how he wasn’t one to laugh and joke, but nowadays he’s not like that anymore. He still won’t joke often, and jokes go right over his head and he doesn’t get it and may ruin it usually, but he lets himself laugh at things he finds funny. Not around other people, though. Unless it’s from something else he finds funny, like a YouTube video. His laugh is like an odd mix between Vinny from Vinesauce, Bluesdank, and FPS Diesel. He’s the rare kind of person that’ll laugh in 10 different ways in one sitting and them all be real laughter. The sound of his laughter isn’t too consistent at times.

There’s another reason he can’t do much anymore aside from his depression, and that’s because a year or so ago he had a fit of smaller seizures that shocked his system really bad because of how long it lasted. After that, his mental regression that was already happening because of what he has has gotten much faster in its progression.

Despite these new growing limits he has, he’s still doing his best to keep going and existing on doing what he can do with what he has, and he’s shifted from being solely focused on a person’s skills in battle to how much heart they have due to it. He won’t care about combat skills anymore if you aim to impress him, he cares more about what you bring to the table. Your skills with a sword don’t show what you put your heart into in life and what you do for yourself and others. If you wanna impress him, give him a gift from the heart, not anything store bought. Do something nice for someone. Draw him a picture, write him a letter, pick him some flowers you think he’d like. Maybe take him to the park? Talk to him about your interests, voice your opinions on what you enjoy. Something that you can put your heart into, and I can’t stress it enough. He cares about a person’s core more than their fighting prowess now. He’s sworn off of focusing so much on fighting forever since he got the ability to do so himself taken form him, and he refuses to still dwell on it with others, too.

Alright, that’s gonna be where I cut it off for now. Hopefully that was a good read. I’ve made Felix go through some shit in this AU, but hey, he’s one of the characters I picked to put a theme of healing and strength onto, so I gotta give him some lore to get him to the point of being so different now. Plus a softer Felix makes me warm inside, so I wanted to incorporate that in, too.

#asks #anonymous #long post #Fire Emblem AU #FE Modern AU #Fire Emblem Three Houses #Felix Hugo Fraldarius #FE3H Felix #AU info #AU headcanon

[moonlight-stay]

BTS as Daddies

warnings: dd/lg, slight sexual themes.

Kim Namjoon/RM

ok first thing first

WE ALL KNOW THIS BOI HAS A DADDY KINK

like excUSE ME

king daddy™

anygay

I think Namjoon would be a semi-strict daddy

have a list of rules you have to follow

and lord knows if you break them you’re gonna get punished

Namjoon values trust and would feel as a daddy it's his job to punish you, if he didn’t, he’d feel like he had broken your trust a little

he has great self-control

the minute you use your safe word, he’s already getting you cleaned up and the bath’s already running and he is ready for snuggles

cuz don’t get me wrong

Namjoon isn’t all rules

he would be the biggest cuddle bug.

loves to have you sit on his lap

plays with your hair all the time

kisses your temple a lot cuz he’s tol

low key high key whipped for you

constantly checking up on you to see if you’re okay, even if its just a hand on your shoulder

he’s so patient with you

never raises his voice

prolly calls you ‘little one’

reads you bedtime stories

I'm sorry I'm just

uwu

in conclusion

Namjoon is a very good daddy. you are in safe hands, little one

Kim Seokjin/Jin

Kim Seokjin

where do I start with this boi

I picture him as a very soft daddy

kinda protective

like if anyone ever were to judge you for being a little and living the life you lead...

boi he’d be ready to throw hands

not really

Jin takes shit from no-one and would know when to cut people out

he’s a shady bitch

if someone judged his little girl/boy for being their cute innocent self, it’s their loss for not seeing how wonderful they are

thinks the world is too cruel for your little heart 

is afraid people will judge you so prefers if you keep little space in the home

knows from looking at you when you’re in little space

calls you something cute like ‘little puff’

showers you with kisses

constantly taking pictures of you

lives for his time with you

you want daddy to dress as a prince?

done

you want to play tea party?

daddy will bake cupcakes

hates to see you cry

literally swOOPS you up in his arms if you ever hurt yourself and cry

tuts at you and calls you silly when you have a tantrum

less strict than Namjoon

only a few basic rules 

“no swearing” and stuff

less enthusiastic about punishments

most you’ll get in terms of physical punishment is spanking

and that’s if you’ve been really bad

Jin opts more for timeouts and no TV time

occasionally will opt for orgasm denial if he’s feeling particularly satanic

best in the game at aftercare.

has set treats, candles, bubble bath, blankets, stuffies, pacifiers - ANYTHING his baby needs

I'm realizing only two members in that this is gonna make so soft uwu

Min Yoongi/Suga

this boi is my bias so um

strap in

I think Yoongi would be more like Namjoon in terms of how daddy he is

he’s highkey whipped for you

doesn’t show it in public

prefers to spoil you with the gummy smiles in private

definition of patient

you could be having the mother of all bitchfits, screaming bloody murder and this boy would sit there and watch until you’ve tired yourself out 

just sighs “are you done, kitten?” and wipes the tears from your face

yes he calls you kitten

he always makes time for you, no matter how tired he is

lives for naps with you

loves it when you curl yourself into him

buries his face into your hair because he loves your smell

rests his hand on your neck 

he doesn’t mind bringing you outside when you’re little as long as your hand stays locked in his

kisses your forehead cuz it makes him feel taller

he’s more laidback than Namjoon in term of rules but will go all the way with punishment if he needs to

owns a remote control vibrator 

boy don't play around

will buy you the cutest onesies and pacifiers

lives for that cute smile on your face when he puts it on you

I'm just imagining him smiling with his whole mouth at you

then kneeling down and taking the pacifier out of your mouth to kiss you

 U W U

watches Disney movies with you

loves it when you straddle his lap and lay across his chest so he can wrap his arms around you 

you’re literally the only person he’ll allow in his studio with him.

the walls and desks are littered with little drawings that you do for him while you’re with him

speaks more with actions than words

little fleeting touches to check your okay

such a sweetheart during aftercare

has you sit between his legs and massages your arms

hums to you softly and plays with your hair

makes you feel like you re the only thing in the world that has ever mattered to him

cuz sometimes he believes that

Jung Hoseok/J-Hope

OK SO

I think everyone knows that Hobi is quite literally a ball of sunshine

this reflects a lot into his daddy-ness

his little will never 

repeat

NEVER

be bored

almost Yoongi level sugar daddy 

actually, screw that he’s probably more of a sugar daddy

you literally have any toy you want

half your wardrobe is all supreme and bucket hats cuz he likes it when his baby dresses like their daddy

dances with you all the time

this boy has so much energy oh my god

he’d love to bring you to the park and push you on the swings

shows you off to everyone

especially bangtan

fairly laid back

doesn’t like having a lot of rules cuz he just wants you to live

can be stern if he needs to be tho

punishments are probably limited like Jin’s

timeouts are as painful for him as they are for you cuz he just wants to hug you

this boy would very sadistic in the bedroom

did I hear

edging??

perhaps some orgasm denial?

overstimulation

high key satan

really hates to raise his voice at you

has had a few slip ups here and there when you’ve been particularly difficult

rights his wrongs almost immediately

definitely is not above saying sorry just cause of the power a daddy has

daddy/little relationships are all about trust, communication, and understanding that everyone is equal

Hobi would value these immensely 

Hobi seems like the type of person that if you were to bring up littles to him, he might think it was weird at first

but then he’d see how happy it would make you

and he’d be whipped

I picture Yoongi and Namjoon as naturals at being a daddy

I feel Jin and Hobi would have to learn 

the fact that you put that much trust in them would melt their heart

Hobi would strive to be the best daddy you could ever ask for

you best believe this boy would braid your hair.

kiss your cheek and giggle into your skin like a lovesick fool

calls you his little angel or ‘cherub’

the type to make you chocolate chip pancakes for aftercare

Hobi would never really have considered being a daddy until he met you

and lord is he thankful he did

you are quite literally the moon, sun, and stars to that boy

frick im soft

Park Jimin

ok

so

this boy is my ultimate bias wrecker so 

strap

the fuck

in

THIS BOI

IS

THE SOFTEST BOI

whipped™

buys you pretty clothes and takes Polaroid pictures of you to keep in his wallet

you’re his phone background and his desktop background

gives!you!so!much!praise!

calls you his doll

literally just doesn’t say your name

just calls you by complimenting you

“gorgeous, come over here.”

“how are you, pretty?”

is so soft for you

kisses your nose and pinches your cheeks

thinks you’re so cute he could eat you like a muffin

playfully nibbles on your skin to hear you giggle

sits with you and lets you braid his hair 

loves!to!see!you!in!stockings!

spins you around when you dance to hear you scream laugh

you literally make him cry from laughter

he has rules for you but not as much as Joon.

has been known to get quite frustrated with you if you have tantrums

Jimin has quite the temper on him and does slip up and yell when he’s stressed sometimes

almost immediately regrets it and feels so bad

god forbid if he makes you cry

literally would never let go of you

c u d d l e s

punishments are like a mix between Hobi and Jin’s

he’ll have no problem putting you in time out if you’re being a little shit

he will use punishments like orgasm denial and edging but he wouldn’t be as satanic as Hobi and Yoongi to use overstimulation

the softest thing in aftercare

cleans you up, puts on your favorite movie and cuddles you in bed

gives you stuffies and a pacifier and kisses your forehead

watches you fall asleep to make sure that you’re okay

will check up on you for days afterward

I literally had to stop like three times writing this part cuz of all my uwus

Kim Taehyung/V

my fuckin boi

ok

so

Kim Taehyung

is a literal puppy

so playful

you are literally this boys entire world

brings you outside to take aesthetic candid shots of you he later posts on Instagram

a lot of them are pictures of you with Yeontan

or in pink frilly outfits, he bought for you

calls you his precious little babygirl/boy

puts flowers in your hair

loves when you wear his clothes

literally will purposefully give them to you to wear around the house

brings you for drives - usually to go get ice cream

sings to you ALL THE TIME 

does that cute thing where he laughs and claps his hands when you sing with him

gets really into it so he’s dancing around the kitchen, belting out Disney bops with a whisk in his hand

your lips are his favorite thing

but has a kink for kissing your hands

just loves to have your hand in his

Tae is literally the most understanding, caring person so if he ever felt the need to punish you for breaking rules he’d have like a proper talk with you about it

“why didn’t you listen to daddy, precious?”

would always be worried that he had done something wrong

it’s his life goal to make you happy

would never raise his voice but he does get frustrated if you’re misbehaving and he doesn't know what to do

Tae!would!be!so!into!begging!

literally, if he was ever punishing you he would make you beg and scream for so long before he let you cum.

might not even let you cum if he’s feeling particularly sadistic

if it’s too much for you, he’s so soft with aftercare

makes you hot chocolate, lays you across his chest and sings you to sleep

will remind you of how much he truly adores you and how good you are

he sings your praises to the rooftops

plays with your hair and rubs your hips

wakes you up in the morning to cuddles and TV

aftercare is one of his favorite things

he’s honestly so content being a daddy

you are literally the most precious thing in the worl to him

once again

U W U

Jeon Jungkook

this boi ruins me holy hell

I feel like at first, Kookie would be slightly out of his comfort zone knowing that he has to care for someone

yano

cuz he da maknae

everyone babies him

but after a while, I think he’d really enjoy the change

you’re his princess/prince

and you rule his house

you are spoiled, let me tell you

we all know that this boy strong

he would carry you everywhere in the house

he’s gotten used to the constant cries of “daddy, up!” when he’s in a room

loves to cook for you

has you sit on the counter with him while he makes dinner

you’re his little assistant chef

sneaks little nose kisses between giggles

loves to kiss your shoulders and your neck

sits with you at the table and colors

always puts yours on the fridge

bounces you on his lap all the time

gave you a bunny plushie to remind you of him

needless to say, it's your favorite

gets frustrated quite easily if you’re being difficult

timeouts are his punishment of choice

usually leaves you there for five minutes

always comes over and kneels down to you

makes sure you say that you’re sorry and then scoops you up in his arms for cuddles

isn’t fond of orgasm denial

prefers overstimulation

this boi top of his game on this

carries you to the bath for aftercare

is so kind and gentle when he takes care of you

dresses you in the softest PJ’s

literally carries you around and bounces you gently in his arms

gets you a bottle and lays in bed with you

loves your butt

taps it gently to help you sleep

sings to you 

you are literally his favorite thing

in the world

I AM

SO SOFT

AHH

#BTS #jeon jungguk #jung hoseok #kpop fanfic #park jimin #min yoongi #bts suga #bts rm #namjoon #bangtan #Kpop imagines #Kpop stan #Kpop #kpop reactions #kim taehyung #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #bts jhope #fanfic #bts v #bts jimin #bts fanfic

[aquarianlights]

I'm happy and sad. happy that you've been happy about your field and doing stuff. sad because imu :c

I’m sorry. :C I know. I’ve actually been so goddamn busy that I literally haven’t had time to talk to anyone except my roommates and I only talk to them because, you know, they are right here and I can talk to them while I’m doing stuff.

I love this. I absolutely love the work I’m doing. I love what I’m learning. I love the people I’m meeting. I love the connections I’m making. I can’t even begin to describe how happy I am.

The only problem is how much fucking pain I’m in every day. I was very literally in tears today even with meds in me and a heating pad on me because my fibro and ehlers danlos is so flared from overexertion. The physical pain is practically unbearable when I get home. But when I get home. . .I have just barely enough time to eat something and watch maybe one episode of something and then I have to get to work. Immediately. And if I sleep, then I have to wake up at 8am, no later, so that I can start working on stuff by AT LEAST 8:30 and leave the house by AT LEAST 10 to be on campus by AT LEAST 10:30. But, I usually just get up and get ready and then leave and do my work on campus before my first class if I’m not doing anything before that. But I’ve had a fuckton of appointments and other things going on, too.

Ie; Tomorrow? I have an appointment at 8:30. . .and then class, then I gotta stay on campus after classes to work on a bunch of stuff that’s due, then I have another appointment later in the evening and then I have to drop off some letters and run some errands and then when I get home, I have to take a shower and immediately get to work on more things. And then Friday, I formed a study group with my first and second class and we’re all meeting up in the library because we have 2 exams back to back in each class. I mean, I personally, have an exam in EVERY SINGLE CLASS Monday... but everyone in our study group has 2 exams back to back that we are all studying for on Friday. And this weekend is Pride. And I’ll be experiencing my very first Pride. And uh. . .the rest of this weekend is just hardcore fucking studying..... You have no fucking idea. And then monday is.......ugh. Doomsday. And then the week literally just...starts again with a whole bunch of other stuff due while the exams are going on and all that.

That’s just a small example of why I’ve been out of touch. That’s, uh. . . the more toned down version? I can’t even describe what my schedule was like yesterday and today. It was literal craziness and that’s why I ended up crying from pain because of the overexertion. I didn’t have time to stop. I just didn’t. And that was even with good time management skills. So I’m like. . . Ergh. Alright.

My first professor taught at Berkeley and he also went to Berkeley, so he literally started off the semester being like “If you’re not ready to learn at this pace and this level, you need to get out of my class. Now.” Four people have already dropped to this point. And I mean, there is a little note in all the syllabuses for science major science courses (ie: a bio course for sciences majors versus a regular bio course for gen ed studies) that if you find out your science course is “too hard” for you, the drop date for science major courses is a little tiny bit later than everything else because they’re apparently just ridiculously hard. Which. . .Ngl, I’m finding that out. The pace is ridiculously fast even for summer accelerated courses. I mean, I’ve been taking accelerated courses and summer courses since I turned 18. I have only taken one single summer off since I turned 18 and entered college. But uh. . .these accelerated courses are speedy compared to the “normal” level of speedy. It’s exciting and fun and makes me very happy.

The stress is a good kind of stress. It’s the stress that gets me excited and makes me smile and be in a good mood, just...ALL the time. I literally bought labels the other day and I’ve been going home and colour coding my notes to make them all pretty and stuff and agh. Doing extra things that I do NOT have time for LOL.

But uh, I mean, colour coding notes really helps. Turns out. I didn’t study at all for our first quiz, BUT since I went home and took the time to colour code the notes, the top three students ended up getting bonus points on the test for our pop quiz. Well, when the end results showed up on the board (We use an app called Kahoot which tracks the progress of each student and ranks us all as we key in our answers), I was in the top 3 of our class, so I’m getting bonus points on my exam! So turns out colour coding really pays off. I’m retaining a LOT more when I colour code versus when I don’t. I finally learned the way of studying that is right for me and I just happened upon it by accident. Lol. I guess I’m an aesthetic learning and THAT ISN’T EVEN A THING LOLOL. I guess that could be filed under visual, but it’s a very specific type of visual for me. Coz not a lot of visuals work for me. Pictures and diagrams don’t really work for me. I’m primarily kinesthetic. So saying I’m a visual learner wouldn’t be accurate. But uh... an aesthetic learner would deff be accurate. HAHA. THAT ISN’T A THING, THO. BUT I NEED IT TO BE BECAUSE IT FUCKIN’ WORKS!

Ugh. Bruh. I’m just SO. MOTHER. FUCKING. HAPPPPYYYYYYYYYY.

But.......exhausted physically. And I want to sleep for eternity. But, alas, I cannot. And I had the absolute worst fucking nightmare this morning when I finally drifted off that woke me up crying. All I remember is No Face from Spirited Away turning into Slender Man, only they were both in this weird mime-striped uniform and they were both on the wall and their heads were like... upside down and they looked like giant stringy spider-people. More spider than person. But definitely person. And they just kept staring at me and following me wherever I went and they wouldn’t fucking stop and they could hear everything I thought and I somehow knew they would punish me if I thought the wrong thing. Like a thought-crime in 1984. But it was also sort of controlling my thoughts. I was thinking my own thoughts, but it was also bending my willpower in a way. And all I remember after that is something REALLY fucked up. I remember...I think it was either my mom or my roommate holding this orange cat that almost looked like HER cat, but I somehow was distinctly aware that it wasn’t her cat and that it was this spider person’s evil familiar and that it wasn’t actually a cat. I didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t a cat. But I do remember pounding the cats head in with a hammer, but it didn’t lose the shape of a cat. But I somehow was both viewing the cat and this No Face/Slenderman/Spider creature on the wall with an upside-down head and black-and-white striped body just staring at me both at the same time. Like a two panel comic? I could see both happening. And I could feel my chest fucking caving in and my heart pounding as pink brain matter splattered out of this cat’s head and that’s when I woke up sobbing and frantically grabbing at my pillow and trying to look around at all the corners of the room and the walls and the ceiling to make sure the thing still wasn’t fucking there. I still don’t know whether the thing made me bash in the cats head or if I did that on my own, but man that was a fucked up dream and it scared me to death and every time I close my eyes I can see that fucking thing just staring at me. Silently. Just silently fucking perched on the wall up in a corner high above me. Fucking creepy.

UH ANYWAYS. I DIGRESS! I’m gonna head off to bed now coz I’m FUCKING EXHAUSTED AND IN PAIN. And I have an appointment at fucking 8:30 in the goddamn morning so... good fucking night, I hope. Ugh.......shoot me.

I’m sorry I’ve been out of touch with everyone, though. When I finally settle into this new routine, I hope it’ll be better. Gimme a few more weeks and hopefully things will be back to normal. For those of you that stick it out with me, bless you. For those of you that don’t.... [shruggy emoji].

[ffxvhoe]

How would the chocobros react if they found out their s/o had two full time jobs and was also a full time student? I'm in that situation right now and I need someone to hold me 😢

Gladio

when gladio finds out how hard you’re working yourself he’d literally have a small intervention

“I get you have to keep a roof over your head somehow but there’s healthier ways of doing that”

gladio would also be a little upset by the fact that you tried to hide it from him and didn’t think you could/didn’t want to rely on him

gladio very much likes being a provider for those he loves it’s a way of proving more so to himself that he’s someone that’s worth having an s/o

he honestly wouldn’t take any sort of argument you threw at him over the whole ordeal

he’ll give you plenty of alternative options, quite a few of which don’t even involve him helping out in any sort of way in case you don’t want to feel dependent on him

but yeah you’re definitely not getting away with continuing to work yourself to the bone like that

especially after he found you on the floor of the bathroom in the middle of an anxiety attack

Prompto

Prom would find out after you call him to come pick you up from your last job

it was raining cats and dogs and there was no way you could make it home when you could hardly see five feet in front of you

when prom finally came by and you were in the car he asked about why you were getting picked up here

he knew about your other job, just…not the second

when he finds out that it’s actually another full time job and not a part-time he pulls the car over and turns in his seat to face you

you’d started crying as you explained the whole situation to him and with some maneuvering he was able to wrap you in his arms to try and offer you some semblance of comfort

in a soft voice he’d ask you if you’d be willing to let him help you figure something out that would result in a less stressful life 

should you accept he’d offer to help pay for school so long as you quite one of your jobs as he didn’t want you to over work yourself any more than you already had

as you attempt to find a part time job to replace the full time one, the two of you would actually set up a small side business for photography, with prom as the photographer obviously and you as a manager of sorts

Ignis

Ignis, ever brilliant at piecing together information found out after several months of trying to understand the somewhat strange schedule you had

out of all of them iggy would struggle with whether to bring up the situation the most 

he understands needing to show that you can take care of yourself and not wanting to burden others with your personal life troubles

but when you end up with a fever nearing dangerous territory from overworking yourself he finally decides he needs to talk to you about this

he’ll be gentle about it and there’s that undertone of true understanding to his voice that keeps you from trying to stop the conversation from happening

you hear him out, already knowing that you can’t keep up this charade, the fever you had now was proof of that

ignis offers to help you get by, of course, promising that he’ll only do so until you find a way – together – for you to bring in the money you need and continue to keep up with your studies

Noctis

Our boyo Noct, crown prince of lucis, he got some connections my dude

if he found out that his s/o was struggling with working two full time jobs ON TOP OF trying to keep up with classes well…

well first he’d fuckin applaud them bc he couldn’t imagine doing somethin like that cause like my dude…when do you fuckin sleep?? you probably dont??? 

second he’d offer to get you a job at the citadel probs bc 

one it would mean he’d get to see you more 

and two he’d be able to get you better hours to work so you don’t nearly kill yourself from overexertion 

he’d make sure that you know you’re allowed to turn him down tho bc he knows that you don’t wanna rely on the Prince

you’ve had a few discussions like this before where you’ve made it clear you would rather rely on yourself than rely on the power of Noct’s royal blood

if by chance you don’t take that particular offer he’d still urge you to quit at least one job and he’d help you out however he could until you found a job with better hours

#ffxv scenarios #ffxv imagine #ffxv headcanons #ffxv drabble #ignis x reader #gladio x reader #prompto x reader #noctis x reader #noctis lucis caelum #gladiolus amicitia #ignis scientia #prompto argentum #prompto writing #ignis writing #gladio writing #noctis writing #anonymous

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Monstrous Beauty Text Posts

Jake: What (and i cannot stress this enough) the fuck/ sure. blame the guy who's a huge idiot who causes a lot problems, again/ Me in jail: so are you guys familiar with the cell block tango/ Apparently "the vibes are off" isn't a just excuse to leave work early/ what, from the bottom of my heart, the fuck/ what doesn't kill doesn't kill you/ yesterday at target the cashier said "your receipt is the bag* and I responded with "you too" so I've been dealing with that for the past 18 hours but I'm slowly coming to terms with it which is cool/ *enters my own password* i'm in/ due to personal reasons I will be cheating death/ *gets down on one knee* *gets down on the other* *doesn't get up ever*/ Not to be dramatic but if I don't get my life together I will die/ I have pure intentions, bitch! you can't kill me/ cop: can you describe the guy who stabbed you me: yeah he was not very friendly

Storm: Which is messier my life or my hair/ "I am unknowable" I say as I overshare my biggest childhood trauma's in the first conversation with someone/ I love laying the FUCK down and sleeping/ me: [vibrating slightly because I had too much caffeine] everything in the world is my fault/ my only goal in life is to destroy the space-time continuum/ i am a huge fan of space, both outer and personal/ Yeah sex is great but have you looked at common English words and then followed their systematic time changes back through Old English and Proto-Germanic all to the way to their Proto-Indo-European roots, whispered one of those roots out loud, and been overwhelmed by a sense of Lovecraftian insignificance as it dawns on you that you just reached back across scores of centuries and spoke a word older than civilization itself?/ but i don't have a hyperfixation i'll die

Adrienne: im so tired of this life. i want to be a roomba. i want knives taped to me. i want to be set loose./ are my prophetic visions a joke to you/ There has been a lady inside my head screaming for the past 10 years and u think taking a bath and doing yoga will stop her? U are wrong. She is a very mad lady and she will not be silenced/ Cranky because you haven't had any prophetic dreams to aid you on your quest aren't you/ i wish it was 1600 so i cood spelle words howe everr my harte destyred/ me: *hangs out with little kids and tries to teach them self love and feminist ideas*/ Pros and cons of wearing all black pros: hot as hell cons: hot as hell/ If someone points at your black clothes and asks you who's funeral it is, a look around the room and casual "haven't decided yet" is a good response

Solais: mentally i'm at least 5"11. physically? don't worry about it/ don't call yourself edgy unless you talk to dead people and have daddy issues/ im a simple gal. people raise their voices at me, i cry for an hour/ once i figure out how to hold a conversation it's frienship for you bitches/ me: *is tiny* me: (;'._.');/ no homo bro *thinks about you* thinks about you* *thinks about you* *thinks about you* *thinks about you* *thinks about you* *thinks about you*/ Listen man I'm just trying to wear soft sweaters and read my books and love myself/ i was put on this earth to eat bagels and be gay/ actually Ratatouille is the dish's name, you're thinking of Ratatouille's monster. im what the kids call

attention seeking/ me gay? why yes thank you for noticing/ on all levels except physical, i am a little heart shaped candy that says "i'm all yours!"/ nothing is awkward or cheesy if you don't give a fuck. i'm on this earth to have a good time. not to be cool./ i aspire to be one of those people who is known for always smelling good and treating people kindly/ big heart energy/ me @ you: >> this is my protecting women and girls knife/ doing violence tonight so watch out if you're weak to attacks/ why did my last two braincells have to be a sad one and a stupid one/ goes to the kitchen holds a knife in my hand for a while. puts it back. goes back to my room

Mal: these hands rated e for everyone/ forgive me father for I have sinned in all the coolest and most glamorous ways possible/ "I expected better from you" well that was your fault lmao i got nothing to do with that/ im beautiful im delicious i literally cannot die i want 200 dollars/ friendly reminder that i literally cannot die, and id love to see any of you fuckers try to take me down/ Slutty in theory but not in practice/ I just wannna be vaguely unsettling, not even scary or creepy, I just want people to look at me and feel like there's something A Little Bit Wrong but they don't know what when they tell the story of the slighty cryptid being to their friends later/ Hmmm gay rights but only for me i think? The rest of you are on your own/ i say i'm gay a lot for someone who is technically bisexual/ occupation: the family disappointment/ [steps on my emotions and grinds them under my heel] anyways/ i am evil and not straight/ me: breathes parents: I AM SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR ATTITUDE/ you ever listen to your dad talk and be like "why are you like this?"/ dont you hate when you wake up and you're awake/ oh god...oh fuck...*yearns*/ Due to personal reasons I'll be going feral/ Quitting school to become a plant who wants to join me we can make a forest/ Anyways! *climbs out of the scattered and ruined debris of my feelings*/ so what if i love you. shut up/ i ask myself 48 times a day "am I being dramatic? Is this #toomuch?" the answer is always yes of course/ *lawyer voice* eat a dick, your honor/ I may seem like an asshole but deep down I'm good person and even deeper down I'm a bigger asshole/ in my defense, i was left unattended

[inmaidjan]

Hoosier 01.

     This is extremely sad and dark, character death mentioned as well as slight implications of self-harm(but not really). 

     No disrespect meant to the men mention or their families; this is based strictly on actor portrayals in The Pacific.

     “Hoos, gimme the blanket.” 

      “Get your own.” 

      “You set mine on fire and promised to share yours.” Hoosier groaned and rolled over to face the girl in shorts and a t-shirt, freezing her ass off in the Guadalcanal night. He lifted his blanket-clad arm and wrapped it around her, pulling her into his body.

      “Will you just shut up now?” he mumbled, his chin resting on her forehead. 

     “Mhm.” She slipped her forearms into his shirt to warm them up and borrowed her head into her friend's chest. “Thank you,” she whispered, half asleep. 

      “Hoosier, just make a move already” 

      “No can do, Chuckler.” 

      “What, are you already together, or…?” 

      “No, she doesn't want that.” 

      “She obviously likes you, you realize that, right?” 

      “No, I don't, because she doesn't like me, and I don't like her, so shut the fuck up.” 

      “Jeez, sorry bud.” Chuckler smirked to himself and laid back down on his cot. He rested his head on his hands and shut his eyes, bouncing his leg off the edge of the bed. “You should probably marry her, though, before someone else does.” Hoosier slammed his book down of a small, unstable table next to him and stood up. 

      “You should probably shut your mouth before I knock your teeth out. First of fucking all, everyone treats her like absolute shit, so don't say that ever again, and second of fucking all, she doesn't believe in love, so get that through your head, and get it through quickly.” Hoosier stormed out of the tent, his jacket unbuttoned and hanging open. He just kept walking down the road until he found a clearing in the trees and a path that lead inward. He decided to just take a walk through the woods, a cigarette hanging from his lips and his hands in his pockets. He kicked rocks and sang softly to himself, not really watching where he was headed until he heard his best friends voice join in with him.

     “I'll never smile again Until I smile at you I'll never laugh again What good would it do? For tears would fill my eyes My heart would realize That our romance is through.

     “I'll never love again I'm so in love with you I'll never thrill again To somebody new Within my heart I know I will never start To smile again Until I smile at you.” 

     He looked over at the girl in a mariners uniform, blisters on her bare feet her shirt buttoned all the way with her sleeves rolled up. The bottoms of her trousers were ripped up and dirtied. Her hair was wavy and knotted up, strands caught in the grime on her neck. She really did look like hell, but Hoosier didn’t see it. He only saw his best friend. The same best friend who was underestimated in everything she did because she was a girl. The same best friend who wasn’t trusted with anyone’s life because nobody thought they could trust what they saw as just a pair of breasts. The same best friend he caught holding a razor blade to her skin just days before. That’s why she only had three friends; Lew ‘Chuckler’ Juergens, Robert Leckie, and Bill ‘Hoosier’ Smith. The rest, and literally all of them, didn’t trust her.

     “I’m surprised you know that one.”

     “Why’s that, Hoosi?” 

     “You usually ignore everything having to do with love.”

     “What can i say; it’s a good song.” he smiled down at her, who was trying not to look at him. She was scared that if she did, she’d feel that tingly, nauseous feeling again. She had no idea what it was, as she’s never felt it before in her rather unpleasant life, but she was freaked out by it. People tell her it’s what love feels like, but she didn’t believe in it, she had no reason to, growing up in a abusive family. He noticed she started doing that about four months after they met and didn’t understand why she did it. For a second he thought it was because he was ugly, then realized how preposterous that would be.

     “Why do you do that?” 

     “Do what?”

     “Not look at me.” She shrugged and pursed her lips.

     “I dunno. Guess you’re just not that easy on the eyes.” Hoosier smiled to himself and laughed out loud. He still wanted to know why, but figured she’d never tell him anyways. That or that was just what she did now.

     “Okay, I get it, I get it. Don’t make me cry, now.” She stared straight forward, a small smile on her face.

     “Let’s get back to camp. I’m tired. Carry me?”

     “Yes, ma’am.”

*Time skip*

     “HOOSIER! GET BEHIND ME, NOW!” She screamed as they ran towards the airfield, their main objective on Peleliu. They headed for a crater in front of them made by a 16-inch naval shell within the scrub, east of the White Beach. Hoosier kept charging ahead of his best friend and Leckie.

     “HOW ABOUT YOU DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!?” She was one to get feelings before bad things were to happen, and in that moment, she was feeling sick to her stomach. They all made their way through the thin and dead trees, tossing grenades into the occasional pillbox or stopping to take an accurate shot. She saw a small opening in the trees coming up and threw up into her mouth, immediately swallowing it back down.

     She saw Hoosier start to pass her and run straight into the clearing. She grabbed him arm and roughly yanked him back towards Leckie so hard he almost fell, and the sick feeling started to subside. “DO NOT GO AHEAD OF ME!” With that,she charged into the clearing, Leckie and Hoosier following behind, just not closely anymore, deciding to listen to her for once. She made it just passed the middle of the clearing when Leckie and Hoosier were blasted back by an explosion that came from where she was. A shell had dropped down right on top of her.

     Hoosier cried out her name and scrambled to his feet, rushing over to her with Leckie behind him. She laid on her back, her stomach pierced with shrapnel with half of her leg blown off. Hoosier swore loudly and tensely as he quickly picked the piece of shrapnel out of her stomach and applied pressure to it. She shook her head shakily and coughed up blood.

     “Just go, Hoos-”

     “You seriously think i’d leave you here!? I’m not going anywhere, okay? Look at me! You’re gonna go home, you’re gonna be okay!”

     “It ain’t shit, sweetheart. It ain’t shit! CORPSMAN!!” Leckie tied off her leg where it was blown off so less blood would shed, but she was too far gone.

  “William?” he grabbed her face gently as she stared into his eyes for the first time in a very long time. God, how nice it felt.

     He nodded, “Yes?”

     “W-what does it feel like to be in l-love?” He searched his mind for an answer as quick as he could.

     “Being in love feels like you’re floating in your shoes when you’re around someone. Being in love is having somewhere to start and a place to go. Being in love is not choosing to fall for someone, it just happens. It’s effortless. Being in love is getting tingles in your spine and feeling nauseous whenever they’re around. Being in love is knowing you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, and start a family with someone, and die with someone. Being in love is heaven and hell colliding. I-It’s beautiful...” She reached up with her shaking hand and grabbed his wrist gently, just to feel him. That’s all she needed in that moment. Bill Hoosier Smith.

     “Shit, Hoosier. I’m in love with you.” she confessed, her voice trembling, realizing she had been in love with her best friend through all the years they’ve known each other. She couldn’t believe she was in love; a feeling she’d never felt in her entire 19 years of her life. “I’m in love with you, Bill, can you believe th-” she stopped talking, unable to continue when she suddenly felt a wave of numbness wash over her body before feeling returned in only some parts of her body. She couldn’t speak; she was at a loss for words and breath. She felt herself suddenly slip from reality and she couldn’t see anymore. She felt like somebody turned out the lights, because she could still hear the firefight blazing around her and Hoosier begging for God to spare her life and take his instead. He was still holding her when she started whimpering like a wounded puppy and was gasping for air, blood spilling from her lips. She was unaware that she was still gazing into his eyes as she tightened her grip on his wrist, which she moved to hold his hand. 

     “F-fuck, okay, okay... CORPSMAN!! CORPSMAN HURRY!!” He squeezed her hand tightly and held her cheek with his other hand as two medics finally found their way over to them and pushed Hoosier away, working on her stomach and leg right away. They lifted her onto a stretcher but didn’t take off with her until they finished wrapping her stomach.

     “Hoosi... D-don’t dwell on th-this, don’t dwell on me, p-please-”    

      “No! You’re not leaving me! You’re not allowed to do that!” Her eyes were still wide and her lips were slightly parted, giving Hoosier the illusion that she was still alive, but she wasn’t. “(Y-y/n)? (Y/n) please talk to me...” The corpsman lifted the stretcher once they did everything they could for her and started to rush away from Hoosier back to the aid-station to. Hoosier immediately collapsed and put his face in his shaking, bloodied hands. 

     “Bill-” Leckie attempted to touch his shoulder but Hoosier smacked his hand away and stood up. He was trembling tremendously, anger and mortification taking over his mind.

     “She didn’t fucking deserve that, none of us deserve this. She just figured out what love is, goddamn it!! Jesus Christ, if you had to take someone you should’ve fuckin’ taken me!” He felt himself become dizzy as tears poured from his eyes and he furiously ran his hands through his hair. “Dear God, this is all my fault...” he mumbled, his voice cracking as he wobbled. Leckie caught him before he hit the ground and sat in the dirt with Hoosier crying in his arms. Any walls he built were crumbled now. All the pent up tears and the stress was breaking forth now and he felt numb. He wanted to die. Fighting didn’t seem worth it anymore now that he didn’t have his best friend to fight with. Living didn’t seem worth it now that he didn’t have her to live for. He felt broken.

     “They took her away from me, Leckie. They took her away before i could marry her...”

      (I TOTALLY RUSHED THIS I’M SORRY IF IT’S BAD)(HAVE FUN CRYING)

#Bill Hoosier Imagine #Hoosier Smith Imagine #Hoosier x Reader #Sorry for breaking your hearts #sad imagine rip #im so sorry