#one small inconvenience and im over here like:

[anadiasmount]

omg , being stuck in elevator with jude🤭

unexpected timing - small jb blurb.

you looked up and then double looked when you saw the tall man enter through the double doors. you quickly look down and go back to texting, telling your friend you would be at the club no longer than 30 minutes at most. you shift your weight from one leg to another, feeling a bit exposed as your short black dress showed off your legs.

he saw you cross your legs, leaning against the walls, jude couldn’t help but roam his eyes against your figure, his throat becoming dry and swallowing the words he wanted to let out his mouth. “so fucking perfect… so beautiful.”

it felt like eternity, but in reality it had been about 10 seconds. a sudden jolt pushed you away from the wall, letting out a small gasp, where you stumbled and awaited your fall. but a warm and tight embrace held you back, making eye contact with the stranger who had entered prior. his eyes were brown, lashes long, and tiny wrinkles that made him look so attractive.

you let out a breath, blinking quickly before apologizing quickly and nervously. “i-i-i’m sorry. i don’t know what happened,” you struggled to let out, dusting off your dress and fixing your handbag. “but thank you. for you know, preventing my fall,” you joked awkwardly.

“it was nothing don’t worry. glad i could help-”

“sorry for the inconvenience but we’re having elevator issues. an update will be heard in a second.”

“i’m jude,” he extended his hand out to which you nervously shook. “i’m y/n,” you hadn’t realized but your hands kept shaking as the two of you stared into each others eyes. a tingle of sparkles in your tummy when he gave you a huge grin. “where were you headed?,” he asks when you pull away and break eye contact.

instead of taking his previous spot, he leans on the wall you’re on, running his tongue against his lips before smirking at your anxious body language. you hadn’t met this man once, how was he capable of making your legs feel shaky? heart racing? butterflies in your stomach?

“my friends and i are head to a local club nearby. to celebrate her recent breakup,” you say laughing, then bite the inside of your bottom lip as he roamed his eyes once again on your figure. “such a shame you’re going alone? where’s your boyfriend?” jude says, taking a small step close to you. testing the waters.

“don’t have one. not interested in a relationship,” you smirk, catching jude off guard, his brow raising. jude felt the need to learn more about you, and maybe change your mind about a relationship. he wasn’t trying to be cocky, but he knew he had the effect on you. watching as goosebumps take over your skin.

“hmm really? not even a small date?”

“nope” you say popping the p at the end. “dates are such a joke. either their only interest is to fuck, or to play or toy with your feelings and pull the “i’m not ready for a relationship right now” card. dates only waste your time,” you say scoffing. you weren’t trying to be rude, but it was how you felt. a part of you could say you were interested and intrigued by him. “i also don’t have any interests at the moment who i’d go out with.”

“you’re looking at one now. you say dates are a joke, but it’s maybe because you haven’t been on a real date where they properly treated you. valued your feelings? made you feel wanted?” he said as he walked closer and caged you into the corner where you held onto the poll.

“firefighters are on their way, but it’s an hour max if not more as they’re answering a trauma unit. if you need assistance click the red button but for now hang on tight.”

your breathing changed, now rapidly as he leaned down closer to your lips. “we’re gonna be here for a while. might as well get to know each other before we go out on our date. i don’t do this the modern way, im old schooled and i promise i won’t let you down,” jude said whispering along your lips. he was confident. confident about you, about your date, and confident he could change your mind.

you leaned your lips closer to his, in a teasing matter, being able to smell his minty breath and cologne. jude’s eyes shifting from your eyes to your glossed lips. “you jude, might have interested me in the slightest bit. but you would have to tell me more than being overly confident i’ll agree on a date with you.”

#judey thoughts 5️⃣ #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham blurb #also i’d refuse to look him in the eye if this happened

[abiiors]

A small little blurb of Matty taking care of sick reader on a cold rainy day. (Im totally not sick and I’m totally not projecting)

because ik sicktember ‘23 is happening, i just thought i would use their prompt for today "sick in an inconvenient place"

hope you feel better soon, babe. sending you hugs <33

walking into work today was a bad idea. fuck, getting out of bed in the first place was an even worse idea. perhaps the worst one ever or so you’re convinced now that you sit at your desk shivering and sweating simultaneously. 

for some reason, cool air blasts out of the ac. the temperature is set so low that the whole area feels like a walk-in freezer. and then there’s the torrential rain outside on top of everything. 

you know, despite having an umbrella you will be drenched by the time you make it to the bus stop. and just the thought of being cold and damp while you feel like you're on the verge of death, makes you want to burst into tears. 

another sniffle from you. another glare from the new guy sitting across from you and you decide enough is enough. 

matty :( is the only thing you need to text him before he’s calling you within thirty seconds. 

in the background, you hear the same pitter-patter of rain, muffled and drowned out by other sounds and the riff of a guitar here or there. but it’s very much present. very persistent. 

“what’s wrong, darling?” he asks as soon as you pick up. 

when you pathetically sniffle some more, you hear him move. a door opens, then closes and the sounds behind him vanish. 

“hello?” he asks again, “you there?”

“i feel like shit,” you croak out. maybe you even speak for the first time that day because you surely don’t remember your voice sounding this dull and hoarse. 

“no shit,” he sighs. “you don’t sound all that well…”

“i don’t feel all that well…” you rub your face tiredly, massaging your achy temples. it’s only 3 in the afternoon. you still have 3 more hours of work to go. 

“can you pick me up? please i can’t, i feel so shocking, i–”

“sweetheart,” he interrupts. “go tell your manager you’re leaving. i’ll be there in fifteen.”

—

and he is there in fifteen as promised. his car is parked as close to the curb as possible and matty stands next to the open door holding out an umbrella, and holding out his other hand for your bag. 

the sight fills your entire body with relief, even as you watch him get half-drenched trying to hold the umbrella above your head, shielding you from any stray droplets. once you’re safely in the car, he closes the door, running to the other side to get in and tossing both your bag and the wet umbrella onto the backseat before he fully focuses his attention on you. 

matty tuts in sympathy. “oh you do look awful…”

you roll your eyes, annoyed and weirdly emotional but as soon as his cool hand touches your forehead, half of it melts away. 

“you’re really warm,” he frowns, bringing the same cool hand to your cheek and checking again. “lets get you home, okay? you’re practically falling asleep here.”

“i’m just really cold,” you complain in a small voice, wiping at your nose with the sleeve of your sweater like a small child. it makes him smile. 

“i’ll turn the ac off,” he says and leans over to press a kiss on your head. 

the car is mercifully warm after that and even though the chills are still there, at lease there’s no cold air blasting in your face. you know he must be uncomfortably warm under the flannel he’s wearing but the drive only lasts another ten minutes before you’re rounding onto the familiar street and stopping in the driveway of your home. 

matty turns around to get the umbrella again, stopping halfway to press another kiss, this time on your cheek, and hurries out the door to come to your side. you coax your achy body to move, to get prepared to make a dash inside. but the most you manage is a wobble up to the front door followed by wheezing and groaning. 

matty’s face falls in sympathy. “aww, c’mere baby,” he coos, letting you burrow your face into his chest while he unlocks the front door. he tries his hardest to walk like that, to let you stay close to him and steal some of his body heat while he gets your stuff inside. 

“can you tell me what hurts?” 

“everything,” you whine, “my head, my body. my throat hurts a bit too.” 

setting the things aside, matty cradles your face, bringing you both to the sofa to sit you down. 

“no more moving for you okay?” he speaks into your hair, seeing as how your face is once again tucked into his chest. “gonna take care of you.” 

you nod, closing your eyes and breathing in his comforting scent. 

“now how about you lay down. i’ll get you some stuff and we can just relax and cuddle for a bit. does that sound good?”

and you only need to nod once again to convey that it sounds absolutely fantastic. 

#✉️ #♤: matty blurbs #matty healy #matty healy blurb #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty x you #matty x reader #matty healy fluff #the 1975 #sickfic #matty healy sickfic

[sugar-omi]

TRANS MASC COVE TRANS MASC COVE (sfw +nsfw hcs pls,, id love your thoughts)

NO BC NOW YOU'VE PUT THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD N I NEED HIM DESPERATELY eta while im in the middle of writing: after this i... i can no longer hold onto my fem!cove thoughts. n i am eating up trans!cove like a starving ANIMAL.

tags : SFW + NSFW, transmasc (ftm) cove, switch cove/reader, some mentions of body/gender dysmorphia, im sure theres 1 transphobe walking around sunset bird so the smallest mention of that clown

SFW

i've been seeing a lotta top surgery scar tattoos on my twt timeline lately, and pls some of them i need for myself bc they're so!!!! pretty!!!!

so i can definitely see him getting tattoos there

not because he wants to cover em up, i just think he sees so many flash sheets over time that he's SOLD

mmm i wanna say that fem/afab!cove would have small boobs

or B cups at most

either way, i almost wanna say that his boobs before surgery wouldn't bother him as much unless someone was sexualizing him or he was exercising n his boobs were bouncing too much or smth like that

even then its usually complaints of, "ugh, this bra isn't supportive..." or something like that

ofc he still has his moments

i also think he only binds sometimes, rarely

doesn't do it often since it's often hot outside, or especially if he's sporty, its uncomfortable

(also looked it up just to be sure) but since he's always on the beach its inconvenient/unnecessary to wear if he can't wear it in the water

but like i said i think he'd be pretty flat/small anyway, so i think he's okay

mm definitely doesn't give up having long hair, or wearing the occasional dress/skirt ofc

but will correct one of the old sunset bird residents if they try and say "see honey, it was a phase, you're wearing a dress today!"

also idk abt yall, n this is more of a general thought, but i feel like step 2 cove's impulse control is. deathly low.

so one day, he has long/long-ish hair

and the next he has a mullet, wolf cut, or buzz cut.

he's so chaotic to me pls

now i've had fem!cove on my mind for weekssss now

so i'm not just saying this

but cove is still buff

thick muscly thighs, NICE ARMS. REALLY NICE ARMS

mm so i feel like he looks pretty androgynous or masc anyway

now im projecting here.

but cove has irregular periods, n they're pretty heavy most the time

or lasts awhile (ok im done projecting. sorry cove</3)

also think he deals with cramps (IM SORRY COVE)

i think his period is the biggest trigger of his body/gender dysmorphia too

although i think fem!cove would hate her period anyway altho tbf who doesnt

he'd definitely appreciate some comfort!!!

bring him another heating pad, your comfiest hoodie or blanket and snacks

he's very happy for the thoughtfulness and the company

step 2 cove would definitely be moved by such thoughtfulness... he's in tears

so after the first time it's a trend to spend time together in his bed, watching movies or something while he's cuddled into your side or next to you in a cove-rrito, all sleepy n comfy...

NSFW

had to stop writing the SFW to write this bc i had a thought

cove laid out all pretty... his chest rising and falling and he's all teary eyed as you're between his legs, eating his cunt until he's seeing stars.

pls his cunt with be so sensitive, and he'd be so pretty to fuck

would shake so much too

his thighs quivering so bad he clamps around your hand

you'd have to hold his legs up so he doesn't nearly flatten your head between his thick thighs

"y/n!" cove cries, his hands tangled in your hair and he's trying so hard not to squish your head between his thighs, but your tongue is flat against his sensitive clit, sucking and bullying the poor button while your fingers make a loud, sloppy mess of his hole.

he whines, hips shaking in your hands.

you tighten your grip on his waist, your fingers digging into the flesh, grumbling irritably around his clit but cove just cries out a loud moan and slurred word, torn between your name, a cuss word, and a cry for god.

you pull of his clit, your fingers still curling against that spongy spot inside his sloppy walls. "stay still, you're gonna crush my head..." you start to kiss his thighs, small kisses turning into you sucking deep hickeys into his tan skin, and that turning into biting.

cove gasps for air, his eyes fluttering closed as he squirms.

"fuck, y/n, please..." he mumbles, tugging at the bedsheets.

you stop the assault on his thighs, leaning up on your elbows so you can give cove a kiss, your lips lazily moving together...

anyway... horny aside for a moment<333

mm i could see cove not getting or really wanting bottom surgery

i think trans cove would be pretty comfortable with his body's appearance overall

and he's probably read into it a lot since it's not like he hasn't thought about it, i could just see him probably deciding its not something he wants

ARGGHH HE'D BE A DEMON WITH THE STRAP THOUGH

ahh. cove holding you down or folding your legs against your chest while he slams his hips against yours...

his strap hitting your poor prostate / cervix, he'd coo about how cute your whines are and that you're making him leak

would definitely upset he can't fill you up w cum

especially if you wanna get pregnant, rambles about how much he wishes he could fill you up with his cum again and again and again...

arghhh fuck imma lose my MIND

definitely takes advantage of those squirting dildos

can at least admire how you look oozing milky lube

omfg definitely wakes up all excited to tell you if he dreamed about it too...

has an array of straps

we already know he has a tentacle dildo or two deep in his closet...

yeah tries them out on you

"don't get tired yet, i have one more.. and it has a knot!!!"

he just likes to experiment on you a little~~ bit <333

ohh please tell him he looks handsome/sexy while you're giving him head

he'll die.

FUCK HE'D GO CRAZY IF YOU RIDE HIM TOO I KNOW IT

yeah he's still the same cute, secretly horny, big crybaby pookie <3333 i love him pls

#olba #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden x reader #cove holden #smut #cove x reader #cove x mc #cove our life #cove holden smut #cove holden x mc

[raainberry]

Don’t Go

« silly series - 2 »

Yeji x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - just Yeji being a little clingy and a little tease

wordcount - 735

T/W - the gym (?)

A/N - im starting something called silly series for random fluff drabbles. im willing to write about any idol for these so if you have a request feel free to send an ask, let’s all be silly together🤭 and yes its another yeji fluff, i saw a tiktok what else was i supposed to do, im just a girl

As soon as the ending credits started rolling, you sat yourself up, accidentally dragging your girlfriend along as she had been resting her head on your shoulder.

Your own forgetfulness amused you, but Yeji whined at the sudden movement. She was too comfortable, and this was too disruptive and inconvenient for a lazy day.

“I’m sorry.” You giggled. “But I really have to go to the gym, Yeji.”

“No, you don’t. Just one more episode, come on!” She bartered, clinging onto your shirt.

“That’s what you said for the last three, I really have to go now or else there’ll be too many people.” You declined, but it really was against your will.

She sighed, falling back into the place you’d been occupying on this couch. It didn’t feel as comfortable as it did when you were by her side.

You were used to her sulking, but it didn’t mean it became less amusing to watch. So you did chuckle before leaning down to kiss her. Thankfully she accepted your advance, allowing you to taste the strawberry milk that you’d just shared on those soft and sweet lips of hers.

“If I tell you not to go, will you not go?” She pouted at you, cupping your cheeks and looking into your eyes as she knew you rarely could say no to her that way.

“Nice try, but it won’t work this time.” You said, leaving a kiss on her forehead before running to grab your bag from the bedroom.

If you hadn’t, you were sure she’d have gotten you to lay back down in that blanket in no time. She’s done it more than you could count. You would have canceled today too, if only it wasn’t becoming critical. Your personal coach wasn’t too happy lately, and in good reason…

So, no, you weren’t going to give in today.

Although, you almost did when you heard her whining again from the couch.

“Y/n, don’t go!” Her voice echoed through your small studio apartment.

“Yeji, how else am I gonna look this good for you?” You answered, your laughter grabbing her attention as you made your way over to your shoes.

She stayed silent for a few seconds, pondering over your question. You felt her eyes all over you, and that’s how she decided it was worth the sacrifice.

Getting to admire a few of your defined muscles in exchange for a couple hours without you suddenly seemed like the bargain of the century.

“Fine, go.”

“Are you sure?” You giggled, tightening your laces.

“Just go.” She said, playfully shrugging you off. “But I won’t be here when you get back.”

She will. She just needed to tease you back, or else it wasn’t fair nor fun.

“Wait, actually?” You asked, already sad at the thought. You weren’t going to be able to see her for a few days after today, you didn’t want to say goodbye right away.

Yeji stayed silent, focusing on the TV to hold herself back from laughing. She could see you debating it all over again with yourself from the corner of her eye and it amused her. You tried not to show it, but it was obvious she was your biggest weakness.

Oh, how she loved it. It made her feel so loved. However, she didn’t like seeing you all worked up, so she eventually turned back to you.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby, relax.” She reassured you, seeing your features lighten up almost immediately.

“Mean.” You smiled, grabbing your bag from the floor.

“You love me!” She bragged as you made your way towards the door.

“I do, I love you so much.” You admitted over your shoulder.

You grabbed the handle and opened the front door before stopping in your tracks. Why didn’t she say it back?

You turned to face her, and found her smiling not so innocently, letting you know she was teasing you again.

“I love you too!” She said, making a heart with her hands over her own.

That got your heart racing among the warmth in your chest, and if that wasn’t enough, it pulled a laugh out of you as well. You found yourself hoping you made her as happy as she made you, although she’d assured you of it countless times by now.

You couldn’t help but not believe it at times, it felt surreal to have her the way she allowed you to. You probably won’t ever really believe it, but it was fine to you as long as it was true.

As long as that grin she sent you was genuine, you’ll forever have a reason to smile.

“I’ll be quick, I promise, see you later!”

#itzy yeji #itzy x reader #yeji x reader #hwang yeji #itzy imagines

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚕𝚖 (𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎?)

Summary: Bored me tries something different (because writer’s block is a bitch) during a bus ride.

Pairing: Blackpool Combat Club x Fem!Reader

Warnings: +18, adult content, semi-erotic content, harsh language, dub-con, mild psychological torture, yandere vibes.

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @adamjf , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @ripleyswhore

The youngest man was placed by the door as security, he couldn’t stop staring at her ever since the others bound her to the chair. His black hair and mischievous almond-shaped eyes gleamed underneath the blinding white lights.

She hadn’t slept in over 24 hours, adrenaline and the clarity in the room had successfully kicked sleep out of her system. She vaguely remembers the faces of two of the men, having bumped them a few times inside her father’s church, but the blonde one and the one by the door were still unfamiliar to her. She still didn’t know where she was, who these men were, and what they could possibly want with someone like her, but still, she found herself here. Somewhere at some place, with the four strangers, being held hostage for no apparent reason.

“I need to go to the bathroom”, she murmured. Red, tired eyes stared bluntly at the young man before her ears captured what sounded like a faint chuckle.

“Didn’t you just go like ten minutes ago?”

“Yes, but I need to go again”, she responded, shrinking herself in the chair when he took three steps forward.

He hovered over her, nose brushing against her perfumed hair, warm breath caressing the skin of her right temple. “What’s so interesting about that bathroom that you wanna go in there all the time, huh?” His hand pushed her hair behind her shoulder, rough fingertips brushing the skin of her neck and shoulder in the meantime. “Maybe I should go in with you to see what interesting things you’re up to”.

Her throat felt coarse and dry, and the many hours without water were beginning to affect her body. She subtly pulled herself away from the young man’s touch, the small action seemed to amuse him since his only response was to get closer to her again.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of the shy ones” He chuckled “You didn’t seem to have one single shy bone in your body when you snuck out of the church with Timmy boy”. The amused chuckle transformed into a full-out laugh as he spotted the disgusted look on her face.

“Tell me” He whispers in her ear “How far did you let Timmy boy go?” his hand grips her thigh, pushing it open until a voice echoes from behind them.

“Yuta! That’s enough” The blonde man stated, slowly walking into the room followed by the other two men. Yuta reluctantly stepped away from her and walked toward the blonde man who beckoned him closer. He whispered something in Yuta’s ear, and the young man just nodded and walked out of the room.

“I deeply apologize for this inconvenience” The blonde man pointed with his finger around the room “But dear old daddy didn’t leave us much of choice”. His eyes wrinkled as he smiled “I’m Bryan. And this is Mox and Claudio”, he pointed back and forth between the man beside him, “We promise you nothing bad will happen to you, as long as you behave and your father keeps his part of the deal, of course. But other than that, I promise you, we’re all gentlemen here”.

She tried to lick her lips in an attempt to moist the dry flesh as she spoke “Could I have some water, please?”

“Of course” The man who went by the name Claudio answered with a smirk. He grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge by the door and opened it before placing it against her chapped lips.

They all stared at her with curiosity, like tourists on a safari. Both Mox and Claudio had a knowing smirk plastered on their lips as Bryan only stood there in silent mockery. Claudio squatted down beside her, pulling the water bottle away from her lips when she began to chug on it.

“Easy there” He whispered “We don’t want you to choke, at least not on water”

When she only answered a small, confused “What?”, Claudio laughed “You’re really cute, I wonder why it took us so long to do this”. He placed small pecks on her exposed shoulder, traveling up to her neck until he reached her cheek.

“Will you be our obedient little girl? Do everything we say with a pretty smile on your face” Claudio placed his chin on her shoulder, deep brown eyes staring directly at her soul “We know you want to” He grinned.

“We’re not like christian boy Timmy who doesn’t know what to do with his little dick” Mox tugged on her hair, pulling it down until she looked up at him. “We’re men, real men” His clear baby blue eyes roamed through her features “I know you’re supposed to keep that cherry intact for your honeymoon, but kitty cat, I’m not so sure that you’ll keep it though. You know why?”

She whined a “No” before she felt Claudio pressing his semi-hard bulge against her shoulder.

Mox took her hand in his as he began “Because unlike your dear old daddy, we love you”, he delicately placed her palm on top of his growing bulge, “See how much we love you?”

A boisterous laugh resonated from the wooden stairs, loud thumps made their way down to the small room until they stopped by the door. “Everything’s ready and the engine is running”. Yuta grinned like the Cheshire cat.

Bryan leaned over her and cut the ropes with a pocket knife. He caresses her hair, places a small peck on her lips, and whispers “Let’s get out of here, shall we?”

#jon moxley x reader #jon moxley imagine #claudio castagnoli x reader #claudio castagnoli imagine #bryan danielson x reader #bryan danielson imagine #wheeler yuta x reader #wheeler yuta imagine #jon moxley #claudio castagnoli #bryan danielson #wheeler yuta #blackpool combat club x reader #blackpool combat club imagine #blackpool combat club #masochist writes #stockolm series

[penofpenguin]

Hi hi!!!! I read your rules but let me know if you can do this it’s a bit of angst/comfort.

During potions class the ADuce combo accidentally made a potion that trapped MC in there mind (the potion was meant to be a simple brew lord know how they did what they did) so the dorm leaders must go into mcs mind and bring them back in the “drivers seat” MC never told anyone about where there from or there fam so what they see when they enter saddens them. When they first entered they see an MC that looks about 6 guiding them to the first memory. It’s Mc trying to stop a fight between there parents. Following little Mc again they then see Mc trying to take care of there mom and little siblings. The third memory was when mcs mom died, Mc taking on all responsibilities at the age of 14, the final memory they see is an internal one. Mc crying over all the overblots Crowley never helping worry about there siblings it’s all to much. And finally little mc disappeared leaving the mc they all know. Broken crying just wanting a break and true friends. (IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS BAD I HOPW YOU CAN USE THIS! Have a great day!)

Hello!! Thank you for the ask!!

Unfortunately I was only able to do Riddle, Leona and Azul for now so consider this a part 1. I'll probably make part 2 later. I apologize for the inconvenience :(

Content Warnings: Parents fighting, mentions of death

Pairings: Riddle x reader, Leona x reader, Azul x reader

Riddle, Leona and Azul end up in their s/o's mind to get them out of it, but end up learning something about them.

Enjoy!!

Context: You were doing an experiment in the lab with the ADeuce trio and due to something they did, you got stuck inside your mind. ADeuce panick and go to get your lover to come fix this.

"I SWEAR ONCE I HAVE YOUR HEAD ACE-"

Riddle's face turned normal again after eyeing his location. It seemed very unfamiliar from what he read in books. A small child pulled on his clothes.

"Oh...you look alot like Y/n."

The child silently lead him to a memory. Riddle followed and saw a younger version of you trying to stop a fight between your parents. His face was drawn with visible pity. He faced the child.

"Y-your parents never got along...?"

The child spoke no words and continued walking, Riddle following. The next stop was you taking care of your mom and siblings.

"Mom...you'll be alright. I promise." You say in the memory.

Before Riddle could even respond, the child dragged a shocked Riddle to a memory where you were around 14, taking care of your siblings.

"Dinner's ready!!" You say as your siblings run towards you with glee.

Riddle tried to reach into the memory to hold your tired face, only to get dragged by the child once more. He was getting angry with the pulling.

"WOULD YOU REFRAIN FROM PULLING M-"

In front of Riddle was you in the present time, tears flooding your face. You seemed to be mumbling about how everything in NRC was too much.

Riddle felt guilty, as he was one who overblotted and was one of the reasons you felt this way. He turned to see the child only to be met with your eyes.

"Riddle- I- I didn't expect you to-" You stutter. Seeing the memory behind him, you couldn't help but cry. Riddle walked towards you and let you lay on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry...this world is too much my rose. I'm sorry I never knew you were going through all of this." He says softly, wiping your tears away. He was never the best at comfort but he tried. Once you seemed calmed down, he gave a kiss to your cheek.

"How about we go back and have some tea together? I also need to collar Ace and Deuce for their idiocy." He says with a smile.

"Mindless brats causing problems again." He muttered.

Leona looked around sleepily.

"Oi Herbivore! You in here?"

The only response Leona got was a pull on the tail by a child looking like you. He was never fond of kids but this child might just lead him to you.

He followed the child, rolling his eyes and yawning every minute. The child stopped and signalled Leona to look.

He saw you, trying to stop a fight between your parents, siblings on the side, scared.

"Damn." Was all he could say. What can he say? He was shocked. You never told him anything about this. He reached out to the child.

"Yo kid-"

The child just continued walking, ignoring Leona's call. He speechlessly followed.

He was too immersed in the thought of what he saw just now that he bumped into the child, who surprisingly just stood still as they have come to a stop.

"Don't blame anything on yourself mom. I really can handle it! Stay positive you'll be alright!!" You said, a little older than the memory before.

In a blink of an eye, the scenario changed and infront of Leona showed your 14 year-old-self coming home from your duties and going to make dinner for your siblings, who were happy to see you. In the corner of the room, a picture of your mother was hung, a flower atop of it, indiacting your mother has passed away.

"They're only 14...and they're the reason the household goes on..." He muttered.

"I can't do this anymore-" A voice nearby played. Leona followed the voice to see your present self, crying in Ramshackle, rambling about how stressed you felt and how Crowley's doing nothing to help you.

Unlike Riddle, Leona didn't feel pity, but he felt anger. Anger at life for treating you this way. Why you? You didn't deserve it.

"Life's unfair isn't it?" You stood beside him, watching the memory with him. He immediately turned to your side to see your tears coated with tears.

He sighed. That was his line but that wasn't the point. Leona was also not the best at comfort so all he could do was pat your head and give a kiss to your forehead.

"You should have told me you were going through that. Let's go back now, and this time, I'll blackmail the birdbrain. It'll be a fun sight to watch."

"Those two troublesome pathetic souls wasting my time again." He angrily rambled as he walked around.

"My pearl? Darling?"

A child came running to his call. Azul eyed the child until he came up with a conclusion this child is either you or related to you.

The child tugged onto his coat and pointed right. Azul saw this and curiously walked towards the pointed destination.

It was a memory of you, stopping your parents from arguing and fighting. Azul couldn't help but feel pity. His parents are divorced so he knows the pain.

The child grabbed his hand and pulled him away to another stop as Azul wouldn't leave this scenario and keep giving pitiful looks to it.

The next destination was a scenario of you catering to your mother, who wasn't in the healthiest position.

"This scenario is very self-explanatory. My poor beloved pearl was the breadwinner-"

The child, getting bored with his talking grabbed him and took him away in an attempt to shut him up.

Of course, Azul was taking your situation very seriously, but how could he show that to a child.

This stop was alot similar to the previous one, except your mother was gone. There you stood, a solid 14 year old, playing with your siblings whilst memorising your given homework.

This got to Azul's heart. Seeing you in pain that he can't fix made him not only feel slightly powerless, but also made him feel deeply bad for you.

"Are we done dear child?" He asked, wanting to leave and not see you suffer for any longer.

The child nodded and pointed to a memory near the end. Azul quickly walked towards it to find you, in NRC, crying about the stress and anxiety Crowley and the overblot situations give you.

He felt a pang of guilt, which he hated. He hated showing that side to you. But you still accepted him and loved him despite everything he accidentally or intentionally put you through.

A tear slowly escaped his cheek, but a hand wiped it away for him. He turned to see you in the flesh.

"Don't feel sorry Azul." You painfully said, slightly trembling. Azul grabbed you into a hug. He gave you pats on your head and back as you cried everything out to him. Multiple kisses landed on your head too.

"Calm down my pearl....please. Listen, you're welcome anytime to my office. Oh, and as for some small mischief, why don't I blackmail the principal saying I have you and I won't give you back. I mean...it is true is it not~"

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #riddle x reader #leona x reader #azul x reader #riddle x y/n #leona x y/n #azul x y/n #savanaclaw #heartslabyul #octavinelle

[bunnakit]

last twilight e3 thoughts feelings etc

so in the past ive watched the episodes and digested them and come back and rewatched to put together my thoughts but im kinda crunched for time today and have a mountain of work to do sooo i'm just gonna do this in one sitting and i'm so sorry if it's not as good or as coherent as what i usually deliver aaa. it's also going to be a bit longer than normal probably but i'll try to cut down on stuff that seems unnecessary or maybe just too obvious to comment on.

OH ITS STILL REALLY LONG EVEN WITH EDITING I'M SO SORRY.

oh them being playful with each other is everything to me. oh my god and Mhok learned, he listened to Porjai and he learned to organize and clean and do things with Day as an active participant so he knows where everything is and is taking control of his own life. oh we're only 3 minutes in and i'm emotional, okay.

i do love that we get to see the way Day has isolated himself and that while his family haven't helped there's also a large part of it that is his doing. ive said it before but when you're newly disabled it can be so so easy to isolate yourself. hell, i've been diagnosed for almost 10 years and i still do it from time to time as my condition worsens because it's hard. there are so many questions you have to answer, there's the anxiety of not knowing if people are going to be accommodating to your needs, and sometimes it takes twice or even three times the energy it used to take before because every action is a little harder now. it can be terrifying to put yourself out there again and you will lose friends in the process. there will be people that don't understand, that find you to be an inconvenience, that won't make accommodations for you, and it will hurt every time but saying goodbye to those people is always ultimately for the better - but it doesn't make it hurt less. as much as i'd love the realism of it, i hope we don't have to see Day go through that.

Day's story about his friend is interesting, too. he says he doesn't want to be pitied by his friends but the thing is. they just did that, they accommodated their friend, and from the sound of it they did it without judgement. so why couldn't it be the same for him? it just shows more of his anxiety and his fear.

"once i'm ready you'll be the first to get my invitation card." Porjai and Mhok's friendship means so so fucking much to me.

"i felt like my life was worthless. all i saw in people's eyes was insult."

screaming. crying. throwing up. i don't need to say anything about this but i thought you all should know it made me ill.

here's the thing, my best friend and i dated in high school, we were 16 and fucking stupid and toxic and our home lives were shit and we took it out on each other and we made each other fucking miserable by the end of things. we didn't talk again for over five years. it took time to come back together, to heal and accept our own faults in what went wrong. we stumbled here and there as we came back together but now? almost 10 years later i don't know what i'd do without him. that's my platonic soulmate, that's the one person besides my husband i can share anything with. fuck, he knows more about my life than my husband does because he was there to see me at my worst, at the scariest point in my life where i almost wasn't around anymore to see tomorrow. that kind of friendship is so fucking special, i cannot even properly put it into words, and for Mhok to keep that? to have that with Porjai? i'm so fucking glad he has that. i'm so glad he got to keep his platonic soulmate.

small aside, i love that Mhok consistently announces himself to Day. it's a little action but it's so considerate. he's honestly doing such an incredible job.

Day puts his sunglasses on like armor; like they can shield him from the judging stares or looks of pity he can't see. maybe someday he won't need them, not because his heart has hardened to take the blows, but maybe because he knows Mhok is by his side. because remember - it's the way they look at us.

"i heard you wanted to take time off and focus on badminton" Night i'm going to drown you in your own toilet. this is just furthering my thoughts from episode 2 that Night is ashamed of his brother and his condition, or perhaps that the family is trying to hide his condition for some fucking stupid reason.

the bravery it took Day to come here and admit whats happening to his is huge, but i'm also in love with the admissions admin saying sure, you can have time off, but you're not allowed to quit. you're not allowed to give up on yourself.

"we must live with hope, Day" and that's it. you have to. you just have to. every day is going to be so hard and so much, you'll have good and bad days, but at least in all those days you'll have hope. and maybe someday that hope won't be for new eyes. maybe that hope will turn into acceptance, into determination, into pride at what you've accomplished in spite of it all. in my opinion, hope is an amazing fuel but it's not sustainable, it's just a vehicle to get you to where you need to be.

Mhok asking a blind man for a tour, oh fuck fuck fuckfuckufkcufk-- Mhok essentially saying show me your world exactly as you remember it, let me in. see how things have changed and how they've remained the same and do it with me by your side.

THE WAY MHOK SHIELDS HIM AT THE LIBRARY. DAY DOESN'T NEED TO WEAR HIS SUNGLASSES LIKE ARMOR BECAUSE MHOK IS BY HIS SIDE AS HIS SHIELD. chewing my own arm off brb.

"and you also have me. nothing to be afraid of" because i will always shield you, i will always protect you, i will stand by your side AAAA--

on part 3/4 now, i promise i'll shut the fuck up soon. if you've read this far pls take this as a smooch checkpoint, i'm giving you a little forehead smooch. have you had any water today? taken your meds? relax your shoulders, unclench your jaw.

ok back to it - Mhok continuously having Day make his own selections in these various machines. Day's fate is in his hands, he can do these things himself, but Mhok will be there with him the whole way.

"my eyes don't work well but my legs do just fine." this is such a massive leap from the man that wouldn't even leave his bedroom, from the man that was suffocating in his environment. Day is no longer a dying man, a shambling corpse. he is an active participant in his own life again.

"stay close to me, that's all i need" bitch i'm gonna throw up, you can't just hit me with that after that's all i've been saying this whole time what the fuck.

OH FUCK ME. okay. alright. hang on. so when they enter the shop Mhok describes it to Day, explains where the jeans are, where the shirts are, asks him what to do and what he wants to take a look at. this is a direct antithesis of Night in episode 1 asking where Day was going to wait for him, where he could leave him so he could get his shit done. Day isn't being asked to wait, to just sit idle while life passes him by, he's being asked what he wants to do, where he wants to go, what he wants to see. FUUUUUCK. and knowing Mhok is doing this because Day expressed that he liked dressing nicely? how the fuck am i supposed to just go to my job like a normal person after this episode.

wow the shirt buttoning scene just made me so mentally ill. right now, Mhok is doing his job. he's helping Day get dressed. but someday? someday this could be Mhok dressing Day not because he needs him to help but simply because Mhok likes doing to for Day. there's the sensuality of caring for your partner, of running your hands over the planes of their shoulders, of skimming your fingers down their chest to pluck every button. it's an exploration and a declaration of love. if we get this again in a future scene and it's something like that please remember me fondly because i will perish.

at the bookstore Mhok recognizing Day doesn't want to wait, but Day has become so accustomed to the other people in his life telling him what to do that he falls back into that behavior - but Mhok doesn't let him. he prioritizes Day's needs and desires, even if it's something as little as finding a book, without being asked.

THE LAST PAGE IS MISSING.

(because one can't see his future and the other can't see in the future, but also because they'll make their own ending, they'll face that when they get there, but they'll do it together -- what if i lost my shit completely of it?)

when Mhok leaves Day to get him a drink the camera is focused on Day and the clear warring emotions on his face but if you look in the background Mhok hesitates, he stops and turns a few times to look at day. he's reluctant to leave him and worried. Mhok worries so much but it's always so understated or in the background, covered by the emotions of others he values above himself. (or overlooked because of 'what type of person he is')

while its anxiety inducing i do enjoy this regression of behavior because adapting to a new life is hard. you will regress, you will stumble, you will fall into old habits or sometimes old fears will return. its what you do after that that is important. the one thing i hope doesn't happen is i hope this doesn't cause a rift with Porjai. i think Mhok needs her right now, maybe not forever, but definitely right now.

HE PUT ON THE FUCKING SHIRT. THE FUCKING SHIRT DAY COULD SEE FROM MARS. OH MY GOD. i know this doesn't need to be commented on, i know it's obvious, but FUUUUCK.

Day's mom trying to weaponize Mhok's past and Mhok taking the ammunition from her hands and telling Day himself. the acceptance of the past and the determination to move on and grow from it. Day's refusal to let the past repeat itself with a new caretaker. whoo boy.

and again Day wants to see Mhok, because even bruised and battered Mhok is worth seeing.

if the last episode ends with "sweet dreams/good night" i will be burying myself alive, thanks.

tagging @benkaaoi and @callipigio as requested (if you want to be added to my last twilight meta tag list just let me know!)

THE PINK SHIRT RUINING HIS BAD BOY IMAGE BECAUSE IT IS BEING RUINED. HE'S MOVING ON, HE'S GROWING, HE'S BECOMING A NEW PERSON. FUCK OFF.

i'm so so sorry this was so long, every episode makes me feel more and more things and makes me analyze shit more and more.

#last twilight #last twilight the series #ltts meta #bunn meta #mhokday #morkday

[tortoisebore]

CAN YOU RAMBLE ABOUT THEIR FIRST TIME CUDDLING / HOW THEY CUDDLE AFTER THEIR COMFY IM REAL TOUCH STARVED

EEEEEEEEEE i’m stressed & tired & i’ve been writing angst for like two weeks so i think we all needed this

((i’m putting this in the context of my fic bc we’re doing a little time skip for chapter 10 & this particular little snippet of their relationship isn’t being delved into & i feel like we all deserve to know ab it 👹))

just barely nsfw under the cut like BARELY a few sentences

the first time they actually have a cuddle would be after they fucked for the first time obvi. we’ve talked ab what happened after The Door: they’re both sappy losers that got so entirely overwhelmed in the five minutes they were actually having sex that it became quite an emotional & earth-shattering moment, so obviously they’re going to be clinging to each other like saran wrap for hours after.

so they lie around in bed for a while & i’m a firm believer that sirius “always touching people” black has an innate need to be touching remus everywhere after they have sex, like toes to head he needs to be plastered to him, so he worms around & ends up just sprawling out on top of him, which is like….,definitely making it difficult for remus to breathe & sirius�� complete dead weight on his chest isn’t necessarily a pleasant experience but he’s not ab to ask him to move. so he just loops his hands around his back & draws all these little shapes and patterns into his skin with his fingers while sirius wraps his own hand around his arm bc he has a particular strange fascination w his biceps. and they probably get the giggles for a while bc they’ve both been pining after each other since the second they met & they can’t believe that actually just happened, but then they settle into a sweet little silence and just lay there together for a while

and in his head remus is getting all weepy because he didn’t think he’d ever get to have sirius close like this, to be free to touch all of his pretty, soft skin and feel his hair tickle his chest every time he exhales and brush his thumb over the little freckle below his eye when sirius looks up at him, all flushed cheeks and half-open eyes and a perfect, sated little smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

and sirius is up there having an out of body experience bc he’s finally calm. he’d spent so long being on edge over his feelings for remus, and he’d spent the entirety of that week stressed about what to do about those feelings and thinking it was too late & he missed his chance—but now that he’s here in remus’ bed and he’s apologized and professed his love and it was all reciprocated, and they’ve finally figured out where they stand, he can breathe again. the feeling of remus solid beneath him, tracing those little shapes at the small of his back, touching his face and smiling when sirius can’t resist and leans up to kiss him—it’s the most tethered and grounded he’s felt in a long time.

eventually remus convinces him they need to shower & he offers to let sirius go first, but sirius just looks up at him like 😐🤨 “wtf do u mean i can go first, we’re going together u idiot.” so sirius lets him up but immediately glues himself to remus’ back so he has to awkward-shuffle to the bathroom & work around the inconvenience of having a person pressed against him while trying to turn on the taps and get towels and all that, but the shower is nice and warm and it’s easier to move around once he manages to convince sirius he should wrap himself around remus’ front rather than his back. but now he’s getting distracted bc sirius is kissing his neck & smiling all innocent when remus tries to be like “can you stop for one second & let me get my literal cum out of u please.” but that plan backfires & just turns into him pressing sirius’ chest to the wall & eating him out until he’s begging for round two & they almost die when remus nearly loses his footing while trying to lift sirius up enough to fuck him against the wall

the first few weeks after they get together they’re absolute insatiable losers, like they can’t be in a room together for longer than five minutes without having to leave & go for a quickie at whoever’s place is closest. eventually that wears off enough that they can exist within twenty feet of each other without immediately wanting to jump each other’s bones, much to the relief of all of their friends & anyone who has ever been jostled out of the way when they’re sprinting out of buildings to get home.

so they settle into some kind of a routine and start spending lots of time at remus’ place because it’s quiet and he doesn’t have roommates. so after classes or practice sirius will just go there and stay for the rest of the day. and most of the time remus is at the kitchen table working on schoolwork when he gets there, and he’ll give sirius a sweet little smile and be like “hiii :))” and sirius will give him a big ole hug from behind over the back of the chair bc they haven’t seen each other in eight hours & he was going insane with it.

on those kinds of days he usually manages to convince remus to take a break after a while and come sit on the couch with him, where sirius will cuddle up to his side and wrap his arms around his middle while remus tells him about his day. and he’ll put a hand on sirius’ knee or hold his hand while he talks & again, sirius feels calm.

other days remus will get home & sirius is already there, which happens more and more frequently after he gives him his extra key like two weeks after they started seeing each other. and he’s not secretive about how much he likes having sirius there when he gets home—sometimes he’ll be at the table in the chair across from remus’ with his laptop and textbooks and a giant coffee, working on an assignment for one of his history or french courses, and he’ll smile and stretch and hold out a hand until remus comes to him, pulling him in and kissing him all sweet and saying “there’s a coffee for you in the fridge.” other times he’ll be sprawled out on the couch talking on the phone or reading and he won’t say a word, he’ll just make grabby hands like 🥺🤲 until remus comes to him. and he’ll just plop down right on top of him, wiggle his arms under him to wrap around his waist and rest his head on his chest, and sirius will run his fingers through his hair and play with the curls at the nape of his neck and trace lines up and down his spine until remus either dozes off or they turn on whatever show they’re watching that week.

and some of it carries over to group outings and dinners out—they’ll sit next to each other and remus will have a hand around sirius’ shoulders or loose around his hip, maybe pressed to his knee or holding his hand if they don’t have much room. and sirius will shuffle in close in a booth or scoot his chair as close as possible and lean into his side, drag his fingers absently up and down remus’ arm or wrap a hand around his bicep, maybe get a hand up the back of his shirt when he leans forward if he’s lucky. and sirius is much more touchy-feely in public than remus is but remus loves it, loves feeling desired and wanted by the person he loves even when other people are around.

so yes they’re big physical touch people and even bigger fans of cuddling, and they’ve practiced enough self-control now that only 50% of their dedicated cuddling time ends up turning into especially handsy sex.

#u ask tortoise answers #tortoise writes a novel ab an ask for no reason #don’t be fooled #i am pushing many agendas here #specifically the #remus is a ******* agenda #i’m a big #big fan #of that one #👹 #hey sharpshooter rambles

[grrlsoft]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ genius of love : eddie munson

summary : while grounded, your beloved boyfriend Eddie comes to visit you, but still can't resist from getting you into trouble.

pairing : Eddie Munson x gn!reader

author's note : obligatory soft eddie fanfic....im sorry i just love him and he deserves sweetness :( i feel like he would rlly enjoy spending soft nights with his sweetheart u know... *bites my hand off*

(also most of my fics r song inspired so this one draws inspo from genius of love by tom tom club !!)

warnings : sort of suggestive at points, but generally sfw. lots of kissing. eddie is a big softy. also typos perhaps.

this fic is spoiler free !!

the rain outside is loud, thundering against the tiled roof of your house as you lie in bed. you're snuggled up under your white bed sheets, eyes drooping with sleepiness as the warmth of your blankets beckons you into a soft and sweet dreamland. you pull them up all the way to your nose and you inhale the comforting scent of laundry detergent. 

your Tom Tom Club record spins quietly in the corner of your room, drowning out some of the rain. you listen to Tina Weymouth's lovely voice and slip into sleep, but a sudden clink against your window rips you away from your trip to a blissful slumber. 

you blink a few times and turn your head to gaze at your window, another soft clinking sound meeting its glass barrier. you groan, untangling yourself from your sheets as you step onto the carpeted floor of your bedroom. you stumble over to your window and open it, the cold night air blowing harshly against your face. you don't dare to stick your head out the window any farther, unless you'd like to get rained on. 

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, will you let down your hair?" a familiar voice calls to you. 

"my hair isn't long enough for that, you dork," you reply, making your annoyance clear. you receive a chuckle in return.

"Eddie, how many times have I told you not to throw rocks at my window?" you say as you look down onto your front yard, your boyfriend's lanky frame apparent in the darkness. 

he had made an unfortunate habit of doing this. instead of using the front door, like a normal person, he would pick apart your pebbled walkway and throw rocks at your window to get your attention. it reminded you of a fairytale, as if you were a princess locked away in a tower, Eddie being your knight in shining armor to come and rescue you (although slightly less romantic). you liked that he wanted to see you, sure, but his means of doing so we're…inconvenient. 

"they're not even that big, it won't break anything," Eddie calls up to you, his ever present grin plastered on his face. you roll your eyes. 

"you're so annoying," you huff. you don't want to show any excitement in regard to his visit.

"tell me about it when I'm not getting rained on. can I come in?" he asks you, and you reluctantly oblige. 

you watch with the slightest bit of nervousness as he skillfully climbs the tree on your lawn, jumping onto the small ledge just outside your windowsill. he carefully steps through your window and closes it behind him, finally turning around to face you with an all-too-pleased expression adorning his handsome features. 

"ta-da," he exclaims as he spreads his arms out wide, bowing. you shake your head and bite back a smile. 

"I'm getting better, huh?" he says, shaking the water off of himself like a dog after a bath, "I didn't even fall this time."

"whatever you wanna tell yourself, Munson," you sigh.

all he does is smile and you know that you can't really be angry with him. the sentiment behind his visit is too sweet. 

"let me go get you a towel," you break the momentary silence, walking out into the hallway, "you're dripping all over my carpet." 

"oh, my sincerest apologies," you hear Eddie say and something compels you to think that he's not really sorry. you wander back over to him and throw the towel into his arms. 

"what are you doing here, anyway?" you ask him as he rubs his face against the soft fabric. you know the answer but you want to ask him anyway.

"wanted to see you," he answers with no hesitation, not even bothering to look at you. your cheeks heat up slightly at how sure his words are. 

"Eddie, do you not understand how being grounded works?" you quirk a brow at him and he finally looks back up at you, "I'm not supposed to see anyone. especially you." 

"well, those are your mom's rules, right?" he puts his hands on his hips and you nod, "and guess what? you're mom's not here." 

"it doesn't magically disappear like that, Eddie," you say and he shrugs. he tosses the towel you handed him onto the floor and wanders over to you, grazing his hands along the sides of your arms. you shiver. 

"would you like me to leave?" he queries smugly.

"...no," you answer reluctantly and he smiles.

"thought so."

you do enjoy his company, that's something you're certain of. there isn't a day that goes by that you don't want to spend with him - spread out on his mattress in his trailer or watching MTV on your couch. he is comforting. he feels like somebody that you could spend the rest of your life with (you had been secretly meaning to tell him that, but it was far too embarrassing).

"you're still soaking wet," you murmur as you observe his rather damp state, "take your shirt off." 

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you and you already know what he's about to say. you brace for impact as his mouth drops wide open.

"oh, how very forward of you!" he exclaims and you flush, averting your gaze from his large, brown eyes. 

"Eddie, that's not what I-" you stammer awkwardly, your eyes flitting from him to the floor, "I just don't want you to get sick." 

"sure, sure that's what you meant," Eddie smirks impishly, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "I think you're just asking me to strip." 

"I am not!" you almost yell, and Eddie laughs at how red your face has become. you want to push him away, but Eddie's gentle touch against your hip distracts you from doing such a thing. he grins at you and tugs his shirt off, leaving you to gaze at his bare chest, littered with tattoos. 

"like what you see?" he waggles his eyebrows at you and you scoff, looking away. you do, why wouldn't you, but he doesn't deserve to hear you say such a thing. not when he's acting like this. you like to leave him begging for more sometimes.

your attention is refocused when you're suddenly pushed against the side of your bed, Eddie's arms lacing around your frame. you open your mouth to say something but Eddie silences you with a kiss. his mouth is warm and his lips are rough, like usual. he presses his nose against your own and runs his hands up and down the sides of your body, tugging at the fabric of your night shirt. submitting to his wishes, you loop your arms around his damp neck and pull your lips away from his. you stare into his pretty brown eyes, feeling like you could get lost in them forever. 

"missed you," Eddie mumbles, his voice so quiet you can barely hear him. your eyes close as his thumb strokes the skin of your stomach. it grazes the band of your underwear and you stifle a gasp.

"you'll see me tomorrow. I'll be ungrounded then," you whisper, trying to ignore his attempts to take your clothes off. Eddie frowns a little and lays you back onto your mattress. 

"I know," he says, his gaze wandering over your figure, something he can't help but do, "but it's different when we're at school." 

"there's always after school, you know," you reply sympathetically. he doesn't seem satisfied with your answer.

he marvels at how pretty you look, your hair all spread out on your blankets and your large eyes, like little moons, that gaze up at him cautiously, expectantly. he takes in the beautiful whole of you and you can't help but feel as if you're being studied, like a little thing under a microscope. you clear your throat and turn your head away from his scrutinizing stare.

"you've got a nice side profile," he comments randomly, his words enough to draw your focus back to him.

"you think so?" you blink. he nods.

"yeah. sweet face, too," he replies with a flirtatious wink.

your cheeks burn crimson as you smile at him and he leans down to kiss you again, harsher this time. his hands graze your neck and tangle in your hair. 

"you're not so bad yourself," you say in-between the slow movement of his lips. Eddie chuckles at your teasing response, his teeth bumping against yours for a brief moment. he climbs on top of you, caging you between his arms and pressing you into your white duvet, but his lips don't leave you until he finally needs to breathe. he pulls away, leaving the two of you desperate for oxygen. you stare up at him, at his bare chest and many tattoos and perfect hair, heaving. his eyes are half-lidded and filled with a look you know all too well. 

"you're so damn pretty," he says, a frequent compliment of his, and his eyes don't leave you. you smile gently and spread out your arms, beckoning him into your embrace. he obliges your wordless request and leans into you. he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, sighing deeply. 

you listen to the rain and your Tom Tom Club record keeps spinning. you close your eyes as you feel Eddie's heartbeat against your chest, the moment so blissful and sweet that it's better than any dream you could've had while asleep.

"you feel nice," Eddie murmurs against your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin, "warm." 

you hum in response and comb your fingers through his frizzy, brown locks. he moves his face to gaze at yours, a dreamy and loving look in his eyes. he ghosts the tips of his fingers across your cheek, bringing you into a kiss once more. he mumbles soft I love you's under his breath and you make a small noise of satisfaction when he bites your bottom lip. his hands go up your shirt once again but the sound of the front door opening downstairs ruins the sensuality of the moment. 

"shit," you hiss suddenly, and Eddie pulls away with a confused look on his face. you turn your head away from him, listening to your mother's keys jingle faintly. 

"shit, my mom's home," you say frantically, attempting to sit up with Eddie still on top of you. 

"the hell is she doing getting home now?" Eddie questions, seeming to not realize the seriousness of your situation. 

"she works late nights and-" you splutter, "Eddie you have to go!" 

"what? why?" he questions, nose to nose with you. you feel overcome with the sudden urge to smack him, forgetting the sweetness of his demeanor before. 

"because my mom will kill me if she sees you here! you were the one who got me grounded in the first place!" you explain, panic apparent in your eyes.

"I could just hide in your closet-" he tries.

"Eddie, if you don't leave, I swear to God I'll be the one that kills you," you threaten. 

Eddie draws a long sigh, pulling his shirt back on and stepping backwards towards the window. he opens it and shimmies his way through, his eyes still locked on yours. you meet him between its white frame, disappointed that your visit had ended so soon. if anything, you wanted him to spend the night. 

"I love you," you say suddenly, gently. Eddie's eyes soften as he looks at you, becoming soaked with rain once again. 

"shit, sweetheart, I'm crazy about you too," he grins his familiar Eddie grin, the one you're so obsessed with, "and I would stay here and whisper sweet nothings to you forever, but I am getting drenched and I don't want you or your mom to kill me." 

all you can do is laugh but you're quickly silenced when your mother barges into your room. you flip around to face her, your heart in your throat. 

"(y/n)?" she says. you blink owlishly at her.

"hi mom," you squeak out, fumbling with your shorts. she looks at you for a long while, gaze flitting from your figure to your window.

"what are you doing with your window open?" she asks you. you open your mouth to say something, then turn around, half expecting Eddie to still be there. 

but he isn't. he had gone as soon as he had come to you.

you let out a long sigh of relief and turn to your mother with a shrug. 

"I, uhm, forgot to close it, actually." 

"well, make a habit of doing so. you're gonna bleed the house of all its warm air, otherwise," she says, then exits your room with a quick goodnight. 

you stand in front of your window for a long while and then finally get back into your bed, sighing from the night's ordeal. you already miss the feeling of Eddie, his lips against yours and his hands stroking your skin. your Tom Tom Club record continues its spin, and you close your tired eyes as Tina Weymouth says that he's the genius of love.

you sink into your covers, fully agreeing with her.

#MORE EDDIE HAHAHA #anyway uhhh i love. this boy. so much #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #katherine's fics ∘˚˳° ♡

[chaosfantasmic]

LINKS FANFIC INTRODUCTION IS HERE!!!😲😲😲😲😲👉*your gay*

well y'all polled it out, and here you. (Also if this is bad I'm sorry I'd pay for your therapy but I'm broke so🤷)

....

Oh of all times to get dumped into a new hyrule THIS was it? They had just been in the captains era and there were hoards of monsters as usual, what was up with that why the hell did he need so many? But point is, at the end of the fight wind had a VERY FUCKING BAD concussion, some bitchey bokoblin socked him the head, yknow but Hyrule would just give him a little red potion and he'd be alright the next morning. But NOOOOOO hylia had to be a fat fucking bitch and open a portal FROM UNDER THEM!? Ok that's inconvenient but at least they were all together, wrong, very shitting wrong, it just so happens that the very badly injured one (im talking about wind) did not come with them, so now they were in god knows what era, with no idea where wind is or weather or not he's still ALIVE, and worse of all it was NIGHTIME, so they couldn't go looking for him, which meant they were forced to set up camp while there injured brother was off somewhere in this place (cause god this hyrule was HUGE, like even wild agreed it was BIG), so yea, it wasn't looking to great.

.....

(WIND POV CHANGE WOOSH WOOSH TRANSITION TRANSITION😲🖕)

Where am I? Why is it....so..dark? Oh, it's nightime. What happened why-, oh yea, I remember now we were in wars hyrule fighting all the damn monsters there, and I got...hit..in the head with a bat..and I got a concussion and then a portal opened up and I'm here.

When the sailor sat upright his head immediately started throbbing like crazy, he clutched his head and groaned

"Annnd there's the concussion." Wind cursed

He grumbled, did he really have to get dropped all alone in the woods of god knows where at night, with a concussion might he add.

The forest was pitch black, either that or he was starting to hallucinate, the only sound was the hum of the crickets and the calm flow of a nearby river

But wind was anything but calm. His head was bleeding like a river and orange and purple spots started to cloud his vision.

Should he at least try to stand up? No no that's not a good idea, he could barley lift up his arm without nearly being exhausted.

"ok calm down wind, calm down, your brothers are here...somewhere, they'll Probobly find you....eventually...maybe....hopefully."

"They're not coming."

And that was when wind realised just how shitty his current situation was.

He could very well die if he didn't do something, which you really can't when your on the verge of passing out. Was he really going to die, no no he couldn't die, what about granny and aryll and the rest of his brothers, what would they think?

The sailor knew that there wasn't much time left before he lost consciousness, so he did the last thing he could think of, with the last of his strength, he shakily mouthed out

"Help."

....

(HEY! TRANSITION!, POV SWITCH BITCHES RAAAAA)

Well help did come

Out of the corner of Winds eye, he saw a small figure, standing amongst the trees, holding a....racoon? Ok he was definitely hallucinating now.

"Ok buddy, It looks like I have some business to attend to, you promise to visit me tomorrow ya?" The mysterious person spoke as they let the racoon jump out of there hands, letting it run off into the woods.

Wind couldn't make out there face, it was covered by a thick green hood.

The person walked up and crouched down beside him, eyeing his head, they grimaced

"Eesh, what creature did this to you?" They said

They shuffled around in there pocket before pulling out a wad of bandages and a thick rag, they set the rag on the spot where winds head was bleeding

"There that should soak up most of the blood-ICK! Gee when did i last wash this thing?"

The rest was a blur to wind, his vision had started to fail him, his ears started ringing, and everything was blurry. All he remembered was a bandage over his head, and the warm orange glow of a fire

"Don't worry, your ok." The person said softly as he drifted off into unconsciousnes

....

Heeeey you finished it, oh Majesty has something to tell you!

#legend of zelda #linked universe #funny #silly #lol idk what else to put here #lu warriors #oc #legend of zelda oc #lu time #lu wind #lu sky #lu wild #lu twilight #lu four #lu hyrule #lu legend

[transitioningpirate]

today - 03/11 - dates exactly one month since i've started t!!!!! i'm so happy and honestly so pleased with everything. i had a bit of a bad month (got sick, had a bit of a falling out with someone and then i got sick again) but seeing the effects it's had on me already makes me honestly so happy. and thinking about what's to come makes me so much happier!! it's been a while since i realized i actually was feeling excited for the long term future. it's amazing.

here's some of the changes i noticed:

same as the last list - hunger and thirst have increased a lot. the doctor says it's because of my metabolism, it's much faster now. this is good but also bad because i keep forgetting to drink water. this is something that i've always struggled with. before this week, i've already ended up in a hospital because of dehydration like three times. anyways, i used to live in an island, very used to humidity, and this year, for college, i moved to a town that's, like, over an hour away from the nearest beach. it's very very dry. and like i said before, in november we were hit by a terrible heat wave, and it all piled up: fast metabolism, heat wave, dry place, me forgetting to drink water frequently, and you guessed it: i ended up at the hospital yesterday :(. had to take some pain meds and some saline, but im totally fine now, and ill make sure it doesn't happen again!

so much more energy. i know i said this already, but it's crazy, seriously, i have so much more energy just in general, for everything. it's amazing. ive been sleeping better, eating better, working harder, studying more, it's crazy. my mood has increased a lot, too, actually, especially after my second t shot.

irritability, but i think this has more to do with my personal life. a bit of tmi here: i was seeing someone until not long ago but some not-very-nice stuff happened, and i asked for a break (with no intention of returning, mind you, despite what he so confidently claimed) and immediately after realized i very likely had an sdt for the first time in my whole life. for the record, this is the only person ive slept with this whole year, basically. so. yeah, i was stressed, you can say that. spent a bit of money on meds, and im already feeling much much better, but it definitely took me down for a couple days, emotionally and physically, and i honestly think my irritability came from that, but maybe t had a hand on it too? who knows

two friends of mine claimed im growing a moustache, but i dont think so yet. i already had a very thin very small moustache before, and maybe it's getting a bit thicker? i haven't noticed it personally except in one (01) picture i took with a weird lightning. im not sure... but i like to think so! maybe it's just starting to get thicker and it'll actually grow eventually!

acne. i bought a soap for my face specifically, and i use it everyday, sometimes twice a day, so it's not as bad as it could be, but it's definitely present. mostly in my forehead and my chin. it's easily taken care of, though, and doesn't hurt and barely shows, so it's whatever

my voice has definitely gotten deeper! not significantly so, but it definitely has, it's noticeable, and i love it so much. i love listening my own voice. i love listening to myself talk. i love it, love it love it love it so much. i record so much more audios on wpp now, i like hearing them back, i like hearing myself!!!!! it's the best. ive never felt this way about my voice before. im so happyyyy <3<3

it's so hooooot god i feel hot almost all of the time, everywhere it's warm and i sweat sooooo much. doubled my deodorant use and i have no regrets. it's not a bad thing, but it is mildly inconvenient sometimes, ngl. living in this hot as all hell town definitely doesn't help. ive wore more light and freeing clothes and it actually helps a lot, though. plus, my baby cousin's birthday this month will be a pool party, so im hella excited for that!!!!!!

if i can think of anything else, ill add onto this. thank you so much :3

#fuck terfs #traaaaaaannnnnnnnnns #trans #trans ftm #trans joy #trans joy is resistance #trans positivity #ftm #ftm hrt #hrt #one month on t #one month on hrt #mental health #slight vent #tra #trans man #transfag #trans pride #pride #lgbt #lgbt+ #lgbt pride #lgbtqia #lgbtq #lgbtq community #queer #queer pride #love is love #self love #gender euphoria

[goopyslimeybxstrd]

“welcome to the circus!” sleepy boys inc. &co fanfic — chapter 1

hi! this is my first time writing a fanfic, posting an actual thing on tumblr and also the FIRST chapter of my circus au sbi&co fanfic!

this would normally be posted on ao3 but i’m currently waiting for my invitation.. but im very excited to share it with people and my friend recommended posting it on here since apparently fics do very well on here:)

BETA READ BY CLEETUSPAWS (THANK YOU SO MUCH!)

the rain hit the stone tiles of the street with loud pitter-patters, accompanied by the splash of a red pair of vans and black converse walking through a puddle. toby sighed when rain hit his head through the umbrella, looking up at the inconveniently placed hole. he turned to tommy with a frown, who was blissfully unaware and munching happily on his shitty sausage role from the sketchy bakery a few blocks away. 

“tom, the umbrellas got a hole in it.. and my hairs getting wet.” 

toby sighed, tapping tommy on the shoulder with a small slightly annoyed smile, pointing to the hole once tom had looked over.

tommy looked puzzled, 

“what the fuck man? this umbrella was fine like— two days ago, when that guy gave it to me.. did you bite it or something tubs?” 

he snickered, nudging the other boy with his elbow, a smirk plastered across his face, causing toby to fall backwards a tiny bit. he gasped, folding his arms.

“hey! don’t you be nudging me, also, i’m not a rat, i didn’t bite the umbrella. i don’t think it would be that tasty anyway..” 

he grinned, nudging the blonde back with a laugh. 

tom laughed out loud, finally moving the umbrella around so the hole was behind the both of them, the rain still cruising through but luckily far enough away that it wasn’t bothering the two. the hair of the two swayed in sync in the soft breath of the wind and the rain seemed louder on the top of the run-down umbrella now. or maybe they seemed quieter; it was hard to tell. 

they had been quieter with eachother than normal recently, anyway. tommy had noticed it, assuming tubbo hadn’t so much. if toby noticed anything wrong he would obviously tell him, right? that’s how it’s been going since they were twelve years old— how its been going since they declared they were best friends in that shitty run down orphanage. shivers run down his spine at even the mention of that place. what a nightmare of a shithole, tom felt a pang of guilt for all the kids who were still stuck there, trapped in the foster system. he just hopes they wake up one day and take the chances of escaping. 

tom snapped back into reality after a short moment, rolling his eyes at the fact he had a full train of thought about the life he so desperately wanted to leave behind in the dirt. maybe one day they’ll be able to help out some kids to escape that dump. 

well, obviously not now.

scraping his lunch funds together was difficult enough for him.. let alone having to donate to the homeless shelter camp thing so he and toby can still ‘live’ somewhere. 

“it’s practically paying rent, just masked as a nicer thing.” he explained to toby once, after they’d dropped whatever money they had left at the end of the month into the red bucket gripped by the owner of the land.

toby sighed, looking over to tom who had a wry look in his eyes, turning away quickly. he made an awkward facial expression before speaking:

“is it a mcdonald’s night.. or have we already spent too much money today?” he quizzed, glancing up to tommy and watching his hand as he brought it up to brush it through his hair, the blonde strands falling over his forehead again comfortably.

tommy thought for a moment, suddenly turning up to tubbo with a cheeky smile.

“you know what tubzo? why not man? we deserve it. we’ve been working all week and shit..” he gushed, gripping the umbrella tighter in his hand. toby seemed to catch up on the excitement, grinning back at him.

they walked faster now, turning onto a different street other than the one which would direct them home, chatting along until tommy stopped. turning to a telephone pole and looking at the brightly coloured poster stamped on it.

‘CASTING OPEN’ it read in a big pink font, a black shadow decorating it. under that violation to the eyes, there was extra text. holy shit.

there layed the logo of the ‘syndicate circus’, the swirly writing all too familiar and sported with the three colours for the three members. yellow for acrobur (‘what a stupid fucking name,’ tommy thought, who hates their child that much? he hates to admit acrobur was probably his favourite, though..), a bright green for crowman and a vibrant red for the blood god. jesus christ. 

he poked tubbo on the shoulder, pointing to the poster and aggressively tapping on it.

“toby. are. you. seeing. this? castings for SYNDICATE? TUBZ. THIS WOULD BE INSANE.” he marvelled, grabbing the poor boy by his shoulders and shaking him slightly.

toby scoffed, 

“tom you’re being a bit ambitious.. they wouldn’t let two teenagers - who barely have any talent at all - within fifty feet of the tent, let alone in it.”

tom rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, “you’re so boring, toby!” he ranted, sounding agitated,

”such a pussy. you know that right? you’re a puss.” 

his tone changed to a teasing one, poking at the brunette with a cheeky grin.

tubbo blinked, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows, waiting for tommy to continue.

tom scoffed, hands moving around in strange gestures as he attempts to explain—-

“okay- look, toby, like.. you’re good at those fuckin trampolines and i’m like really funny!” 

tom stared at tubbo while he thought, his mumbles snapping the other out of his train of thought,

“and like.. i’ve always loved syndicate circus and i just think it’d be REALLY cool..”

toby stared with a blank face, a smile creeping up slowly,

“well- you’re not that funny. but its just.. we might not have enough money to support that, tom.”

tommy massaged his temple, right. money. that’s a good point. oh well!

“who fuckin cares about money?? imagine how much we could make from joining THE syndicate circus!” he exclaimed.

toby lowered his head, thinking again before looking up to tommy about to speak—

“come on, man! pleaase?? please please? pretty please, toby..????” tom begged, trying his hardest to do some kind of puppy-eyes.. and failing.

tubbo sighed. ‘anything to make tommy be quiet,’ he thought, turning to check the date on the poster.

“fine,” he muttered, “but as soon as ANYTHING goes wrong, we’re out of there. got it?”

#sleepy bois fanfic #sleepy bois au #fanfic #tommyinnit #dsmp fanfic #tubbo #fic #fanfiction #sleepy bois inc #dsmp au #dsmp #mcyt #clingy duo #dream smp #au #circus #circusau #welcometothecircus

[envy-of-the-apple]

All for One who falls for an older darling that he takes for his own and then gives a long life quirk or puts in statis until can be woken up? I think he'd be really cheeky about being "younger" even tho the biggest issue is his villainy

lowkey tho 'puppy love gone wrong' is my favorite trope??? Maybe you babysat him when you were both younger and he was being really wierd but you indulged him anyway because he was a cute kid and now when he's all grown up he's a monster. Absolutely amazing.

bro at first i thought you were talking about all might. i keep forgetting that all for one is like mha's main villain lfjkljdsklfjdskljsklf

im praying they didn't give him a backstory, i haven't caught up to the manga yet whoopssss

(Yandere, implied kidnapping, possessiveness)

You were nice to him when he was a kid.

Nice may not have been the best term. Friendly? Amicable? You greeted him whenever he passed by, which was more to say for any of the other people that lounged around that shitty neighborhood. You weren't really sure if you could count it as bullying, but you felt bad for him. Pitied him.

It's been a long time since you've seen that neighborhood. Years? Decades?

Were they even alive anymore?

"Yet again, I see you've barely eaten."

You don't scowl. It's useless to convey your anger, wasted on someone so nonchalant. Instead you resort to stretching, ignoring him.

You can hear him smile.

"Do I have to spoon feed you?" He speaks again, "I don't mind."

"You don't but I do," You speak, your voice sharp, "I just like taking my time."

He hums, sitting down next to you, you can feel his gaze on you as you keep your eyes focused on the window. Currently you watch the birds play in the birdbath you set up last week. It was tiring, you worked all day on that. Looking back, you should have been sunburned. The sun was always so high in the sky. It felt like summer. Yet, you didn't feel anything but a pleasant warmth.

It shouldn't surprise you, it wasn't like anything in this world was real.

The only thing here that existed was you.

He made sure of it.

"Finally got a break from terrorizing people?" You asked, "Bored? Is that why you came to bother me?"

He laughs. It used to terrify you. Now you just sigh.

"I always have time for you," He says pleasantly.

"Were you frustrated? Is that why you're acting up?"

You glance away from the birdbath. You still don't look at him, deciding that the interior of the house was much more interesting. Your dream home, you had remembered telling him in some magazine all those years ago. Back when he was still shorter than you, back when he was cuter, smaller. Nothing but a small inconvenience.

You can barely remember that magazine now. You bet it wasn't even being produced anymore.

"I'm not frustrated." You sigh.

"So, are you here for a reason?"

"I wanted to see you," He coos, allowing an arm to rest on your shoulder, "Aren't you happy to see me? It's been so long."

Barely a week. You honestly wished he'd stay away longer.

"Also, I wanted to ask you what you wanted for your birthday."

Your birthday...? Was it that time of the year again? You couldn't tell. It was always summer here. The sun always shined.

How old even were you?

You weren't able to hide your shock that well. He was laughing, leaning closer.

"Did you forget?"

You don't answer. You can feel his fingers trail over your neck. You look at your own fingers. You're sure nearly a century has passed by now, maybe even more, yet you still remained the same. As young as you were the day he trapped your here.

You couldn't say the same for him.

"Do you have anything planned?" You ask.

"Not really," He hums into your hair, "I'll leave that up to you."

It's not the first time he's asked you this. You've never had an answer, always too angry, too frustrated.

Today, your mind is clear enough to speak.

"I'd like to go outside?"

"That's it?" He muses, "We could go for a walk, right now? It's always so pretty-"

"You know what I mean."

He gently urges you into his neck. You follow, allowing yourself rest your head against his chest.

"It's dangerous, my love," It's funny, even when you're the older one, he always finds a way to chastise you.

"You'll be there, won't you?" You respond, "What, an entourage of quirks and you can't protect me from slipping on a banana peel?"

It's phrased as a joke. You don't laugh. He doesn't either.

You think you've finally mastered the art of patience, but the silence last for what feels like years. You almost can't take it.

"A day," He finally says, "Just one day."

You don't respond, not at first. You're pushing away the hope, because it's useless. It's useless to hope.

"When?" You ask.

"Soon."

#yandere #yandere mha #yandere bnha #yandere mha x reader #yandere bnha x reader #yandere all for one #yandere x reader #implied kidnapping #dub con touching #possessiveness

[mortemersgf]

ooo I love Adrian Raines

im not sure if your accepting requests, if so how about some fluffy hurt/comfort where female MC is recovering from an injury

a/n: tysm for the request! this was fun to write hehe i hope u like it <3

“Comfortable?”

It’s hard not to be. Isla settles into the plush sofa of Adrian’s penthouse apartment with his help, a fluffy pillow propped up to support her back. A fleece blanket is carefully draped over one of her legs, the other resting on the coffee table in a cast.

Adrian takes a seat next to her, rubbing her knee gently. He gives her a small smile as she goes on to mutter, “I can’t believe tripping over a tree root is what does me in. I had a great track record, you know. Never broken a bone before.”

To be fair, it was a large root, one belonging to a white oak tree. They were trekking through the woods on an evening walk when Isla misstepped and went sprawling on the forest ground. Her injury is mild, but she finds it pesky to be in a cast all the same.

“I know, sweetheart, I know…” Adrian murmurs in sympathy.

“Did the doctor really say it would be weeks before I could get the cast off?”

“I’m afraid so.”

Isla crosses her arms over her chest, her bottom lip slightly jutting out. The sight of her pouting reminds Adrian much of a sulking child. He smiles warmly, patting her head to smooth down some stray hairs.

“You’ll get better soon,” he coaxes, “Very soon. I promise.”

“I know. I just…” Isla says, releasing a pent up sigh, “This is so inconvenient. For both of us. You’re running a large, successful company, and you have to take care of me? It’s a lot, and I feel like a burden.”

Adrian gently cups her face with one hand, meeting her sullen gaze with a loving one. “You are not an inconvenience, Isla, especially to me. I like taking care of you. It’s a privilege. I only wish I could take the pain away.”

Isla snuggles into his touch, feeling her shoulders drop with relief. Adrian has always taken good care of her, even when he doesn’t need to. She only worries he might overwork himself, but it’s evident he knows his limits, and he’s happy to look after her.

“You’re doing enough just by being here, but if you really wanna make me feel better…” Isla says, a playful smile blooming on her face, “I could use some kisses.”

“That I can do. Come here.”

Adrian kisses her, firm yet gentle, his hands coming to cradle her face in his palms. He’s so warm Isla melts into him. She leans close to better kiss him, the scent of sandalwood and citrus from his cologne filling her senses with a fervent need. Isla doesn’t even notice her hands have balled up the front of his dress shirt until Adrian pulls away, laughing quietly.

“We have to take it easy the first couple of days,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips.

“I know,” Isla drawls. She collapses into the sofa, sighing at the ceiling.

“Can I make you something to eat? Something sweet?”

“I wouldn’t mind having some chocolate molten lava cake.”

“Alright. Sit tight. Call out if you need anything, okay?”

“I will…” Isla grumbles under her breath.

Adrian laughs and kisses her head, moving into the kitchen to whip up something sweet for his crabby lover.

#choices #playchoices #bloodbound #adrian raines #choices adrian #request

[kringletheelf04]

Work and a visit from an elf

(Chapter 4 of wrapped in love)

It's been eight months and the amount of mouth injuries I've gotten is impossible to count. Luckily my mouth instantly heals now, but it's still inconvenient. My canine teeth have sharpened and my ears have elongated slightly. Being a children's librarian it makes it easy to pass off as a cosplay in town. Dad is trying to deny what happened, but his hair has gone light grey and he has gained a lot of weight. I mean a lot. I'm setting up to record when I hear the sound of bells. I spin in my chair to see Bernard standing in my doorway.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him.

"Just checking in. How's everything going?" Bernard sits onto my bed.

"Cool, cool. My mom doesn't want dad to ever see Charlie again, but other than that I've been good." I say pulling on my sweater over my tank top.

"Oh, sorry about that." He winces.

"They'll work it out. They always do." I shrug.

"What exactly are you doing?" He asks, looking behind me at my books laid out.

"I'm gonna be going to work at the library" I say putting on my barrettes. 

"Can I come?" He asks.

"Absolutely! Just wondering, why?" I ask, putting on my clip on earrings.

"I have to see what your like with children. It's customary." He explains.

"Makes sense." I nod as I grab the bag he gifted me.

"It's just down the road so I walk." I say slipping on my shoes.

"Are you sure you can walk in those?" He points to my platforms.

"Yeah, totally. I've been rocking platforms for over ten years." I smile.

We walk out the door and I lock it behind me. The walk to the library is a short but pretty one. The flowers seem to bloom and the birds sing in the trees. After a short five minutes, we are there. Entering the library, I am greeted by a chorus of hellos from patrons and coworkers. I clock in and walk back to Bernard.

"Reading corner isn't for another couple hours, I've got shelving until then." I gesture to my cart.

"That's okay. I need to see how you work with others anyways." He shrugs.

Quickly and efficiently I stock all the returns and still have twenty minutes until reading to the children. Bernard observes from the corner as I check out several people.

"Oh I love this book!" I say to the person I'm checking out, gesturing to the book Misery.

"I adore Stephen king and haven't been able to find this one yet. Im excited to read it." The customer grins.

"Well, tell me how you like it when you return it." I smile back.

The head librarian taps my shoulder as the customer walks away.

"It's time." She smiles.

I grab my small bell from the counter and make my way to the reading corner where Bernard already sits. I bring the bell up high and ring it six times. Children seem to come out of the brickwork and swarm around the reading corner. Some racing to the front and others preferring to sit back.

"What story are you telling today Ms. Calvin?" A girl with no front teeth lisps.

"Today we are reading... where the wild things are!" I drumroll and pull out the hardback.

"That looks scary!" A boy from the back calls out.

"Remember, it's fiction! And fiction means-" I start and they all bellow "fake!"

"The monsters in this book are not real and cannot hurt you! And if they were, I'd be here to protect you!" I flex my arm and the kids erupt into giggles.

"Now we have the main character, his name is max! And he's naughty!" I explain the premise.

I open the book and begin reading.

"The night max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind"

I flip the page. "And another."

Flipping the page "his mother called him wild thing" I say in a sweet voice.

"And max said 'I'll eat you up!" I give a gruff voice.

"So he was sent to bed without eating anything."

"That very night, in max's room, a forest grew." I rustle the potted plants behind me, "and grew- and grew until his ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world all around."

"And an ocean tumbled by with a private boat just for max and he sailed off through night and day. And in and out of weeks, and almost a year to where the wild things are!"

The kids become enthralled with the story. Some stomp when the wild things do and some make scary faces. The children no longer appear scared and relax into the story. I close the book and set it onto the shelf.

"What story are you reading us tomorrow?!" A girl from the back calls out to me.

"Well I guess you'll have to come here to see!" I taunt jovially.

The group erupt into giggles and sighs of disappointment. They begin to scatter back into the library when the girl with no teeth approaches me.

"Ms.Calvin? Who's your friend?" She points to Bernard.

"This is Bernard! He's from out of state so he's just visiting for the time being." I lie.

"Oh, that makes sense. So can you tell me what book your gonna read next?" She pleads with me.

"Now Gisselle, that wouldn't be fair for the other kids." I ruffle her hair.

"I know." She giggles as she runs off.

"How'd I know her name?" I mumble.

"That's part of being Santa. They're all knowing. Most of the time anyway." Bernard shrugs.

"Oh. That makes sense I suppose. Anyway my shift is over, we better get back to pick up Charlie from the bus station.”

I sling my bag over my shoulder and punch out. I send a goodbye to the head librarian and she nods. Walking the way to Charlie's bus stop I think about what this means for my family. Getting to the stop, we wait about five minutes until Charlie's bus pulls up. I sit on the bench and change my shoes, a new pair appearing in my bag and I slip my platforms into it.

"Why the change?" Bernard asks.

"Charlie likes to be carried. And I can't do that in platforms without risking injury to both of us." I shrug.

The bus doors open and charlie is the first kid off, running to me with open arms.

"(Y/n)!!!" He throws his arms around me.

I pick him up and place him onto my shoulders.

"Bernard! You're here too!" He points.

"Hey sport! I'm here to see how your sibling and dad are doing." Bernard smiles.

"Dad's in denial. I learned the word from Neil." He smiles proudly.

"I'm sure you want to get home before dad gets back, so we better head out." I start walking.

Bernard trails behind us. We soon make it to the house and I unlock the door. Placing Charlie down, he kicks off his shoes and runs to the tv.

"Can we, oh can we watch muppets Christmas carol? Please (y/n)?" He asks with puppet eyes.

"It's not even winter yet, sport." I sit next to him.

"But it's my favorite!" He pleads.

"I can't say no to you, you watch it and I'll start dinner." I kiss his forehead.

I walk into the kitchen and start to prepare supper.

"This a new thing with him?" Bernard nods his head at the movie.

"Oh no! It's been his favorite forever. He watches it all the time." I clarify.

"So your dad. How's his transformation going?" Bernard clasps his hands.

"He's convinced it didn't happen. Even though we both have changed dramatically." I sigh.

"That's ok. You have three more months to get your affairs in order. Then you both will move to the pole." He wrings his hands.

"Like forever? How's that fair to us?" I get up.

"Well someone has to deliver Christmas presents. And your dad is now responsible for Christmas cheer." He holds his hands up.

"He's like the least cheery person I know." I try to explain.

"Well that doesn't matter now." Bernard shrugs.

"How am I supposed to tell him?" I ask.

"Not my job, sorry." He says, proofing into glitter once more.

"This is fucking bullshit!" I set the knife onto the cutting board.

I hear the door bell ring and sigh.

"Can you get that Charlie?" I ask him.

"It's the list!" He calls back.

The what now?

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[glitchyk]

Random half asleep mafia Sona events that happened in my dream. Some serious.. most of them not.

Kay, shaking Dia aggressively: “IM REAL, STUPID!”

Dia: “Gee wilikers you’ve been showing up a lot more recently”

Jeffery is watching the chaos

Byxell: “Bro why are you so hard to FIND?”

Kay, in the distance: “I literally live in what reminds of my previous home.”

Rabid falls face first into the floor of the casino.

Kay who just got in the place: “…The fuck?”

Spoiler alert, she ended up babysitting rabid/silly

Dia when it occurs to him that Kay is real… AND HES RAMBLED SO MUCH PERSONAL SHIT TO HER.

Dia aggressively shakes Kay: “You little SHIT-“

Kay just there casually: “Ah, familial love. This is peak affection.”

Kay is sitting with Bun, in the room she now somewhat spends time in, inside the mansion. Aka after she’s ‘officially’ part of it (despite being ‘indirect’ for who knows how long and delivering info and advice).

“…You know, I used to know someone kinda like you.”

Bun just tilted his head as he looked at Kay, “What does that mean?”

Kay shrugged, leaning back against the bed frame, “…A mix. I knew him forever ago, though.”

“Oh…” Bun looked away a bit, he didn’t even know Kay personally, yet she seemed to already know what he is. He didn’t like thinking back on that.

Kay looked to the side, than back at Bun, “…You can always talk to me, if you want. Since I.. kinda know what you went through. Even if not personally… if it was anything like what they had to deal with.. or if not, you can just.. hang out, if you want.. you know. When I’m not back in the between.”

Bun would after a moment look over at Kay and purred a bit, rolling over a little, his tail swaying contently. Kay just have a small amused chuckle, “Yeah, I get it.. you’re adorable, Bun.” she’d say before giving him a little pat on the head.

“Well… this is inconvenient.” Kay, after a fucking explosion happened and she got the full blunt of it, “…You fuckers are gonna be the reason my hair starts to turn white. Again.”

Kay: “Do you want a hug?”

Dia: “No.”

Kay: “..I figured as much. Do you want glowing sticks?”

Dia gives Kay an unamused look: “Why the fuck would I want glow sticks?”

Kay crossed her arms and spoke simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world: “To drink. Dumbass.”

Dia: “…Fine, fork em over.”

Kay is hanging out with mafia moshieee, and some of the puffs are just around, the Floffis seem confused by them. Kay out of nowhere just goes “You know… puffs are hollow… how would a strom inside affect one of them, since a lot of them are already made of negativity?”

Moshie would just give them a confused look, “…I don’t know.”

Kay is trying to introduce Rabid to Saro (the snake being with arms)

Kay, smiling: “He’s just a cute little guy.”

Rabid, restraining herself from breaking down: “Kay…. Kay that thing has arms Kay.”

Kay just tilted her head to the side in a bit of a confused manner: “He’s just a little guy, rabid.”

Rabid slowly looks at Kay: “…That is the same damn thing you said about a fucking centipede. I don’t think you know what ‘cute’ is.

Disappointed Kay noises/silly

Dash just gives Kay an unamused look, he doesn’t know her well, so he just assumed she’s some newbie: “And… who are you supposed to be?”

“Kay.”

“That doesn’t explain anything-“

Kay, kidnapped and being held hostage by the reds, and deciding to be the biggest pain in the ass they can be.

Arsenic, covering his ears, he just signs to the person nearest: “God she needs to shut up”

Kay, purposely being annoying, is singing over and over again: “THIS IS THE SONG THAT DOESNT END, YES IT GOES ON AND ON AGAIN. SOME PEOPLE STTARRTTTED SINGING IT NOT KNOWING WHAT IT WAS, AND NOW THEIR STUCK HERE SINGING IT FOREVERR JUST BECAUSE-“

Diamond sighed: “I hate this job.”

(I know this wouldn’t happen.. realistically she’s not stupid enough to do that, plus I know the reds would without hesitation shut her up, but it was a funny scenario in my brain)

Rabid, walking into the place with a half out of it Kay, arm sling across her shoulder

Dia, genuinely confused: “What the— what the fuck happened? Last I checked, she wasn’t affected by alcohol.”

Rabid sighed: “Okay first off, apparently it’s she’s mostly not affected by alcohol, and second off.. it’s not alcohol”

Kay is literally just wrapped around Rabid and fucking out of it, looking like a drunken idiot.

Dia slowly looks at Rabid, expecting it to be something like a poison or something like that doing this: “…Than what was it?”

Rabid looks away, than back at Dia, away again, than at Kay, than Dia: “….She drank 20 gallons of chocolate milk.”

Dia just gives rabid an unamused look: “..Okay, you can’t be serious. What happened?”

Rabid just gives Dia that look, “No that is literally what happened. It’s like Moshie with coffee.”

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