#so i only got a few shots uwu

[angelzai]

Hi! I love your writing sm!!🥰 can I request a jealous Nikolai or Fyodor (nsfw pls) it doesn’t matter either one 🙏

jealous – nikolai gogol + fyodor dostoevsky . . . .ᐟ

NSFW CONTENT - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

wc: 1.5k

cw: explicit sexual content, gn!reader, language, dirty talk, brief mentions of ownership/belonging, toxic ass men. nikolai: mentions of injury/threats/murder, edging mention, oral (m!receiving), rough facefucking, wrist restraints, cum eating, nicknames (dovey, angel, sweetheart; kolya for him); fyodor: teasing, mild degradation, mild spanking, one religious reference, fingering, penetration, i love yous, nicknames (pretty, my love, whore, милашка/milashka=cutie; fedya, my only/everything for him)

reid: hey anon, thank you so much for the kind words uwu why not both?? inspo for this struck me as hcs/scenario format, hope that's okay <3 this is my first time ever writing for nikolai! he's so insane and he was actually a lot of fun to take a shot at. enjoy!

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i can see NIKOLAI being easily made jealous.

even if you don't mean to provoke it, he's got a screw or two loose enough that his paranoia will get the better of him

and in true nikolai nature, he'll do some unhinged shit in the name of protecting his relationship with you.

he definitely maimed, shot, and mutilated a couple innocent flirters before you could really sit down with him and express how much you...disliked that methodology.

he does not play about you.

he gets better about it further into your relationship - no more murder on your behalf, you tell him, and he can manage that much! with this man, however, the unfortunate soul who fucketh around shall still findeth out.

oh, how he enjoys the look on the handsy stranger's face when he slinks up behind you to curl around your waist and portal-hold the tip of a blade to their chin

likes your reaction even more!

the way you squeeze his arm when you realize it's just your beloved jester behind you -

the blush on your face as you explain to the scum that this is your dear boyfriend (and apologize for the knife pointed at their face) -

the smooch you whip around to press to nikolai's cheek while he withdraws the weapon but never breaks eye contact with the stranger as they back away -

it all works like a charm!

what he loves most, though, comes later...

He's been edging himself with your mouth for god knows how long.

"If other bitches get to hear you talk, it's gonna be with that pretty voice wrecked," Nikolai groans, out of breath. "Feels- ngh, s'fuckin' good."

You can barely take it anymore. The blood's rushing to your head, first of all - it's been hanging off the edge of the bed practically since the minute you got home. Your jaw aches as Nikolai continues to use your throat. Most frustrating, though, is the pulsing heat between your legs that you can't even sate because your lover has bound your wrists up near your chest - all you can do is arch when, off and on, Nikolai reaches down to play with you while he fucks your mouth.

But he's getting needy, you can tell, because he loses himself a bit - he hasn't touched you in a good few minutes and his thrusts are getting greedier. He's long quit letting you come up for air. You think you've run out of tears - all you can do is breathe furiosly through your nose as he holds each side of your head and grunts from his chest as he ruins you.

You claw at him. "So good, dovey," he tells you, "almost done. Keep bein' good f'me- yeah."

You move your tongue how you can, hum around him when you can - eventually your dedication is rewarded when he pulls all the way out and strokes himself frantically over your tongue - and you cough a little, curling up into yourself.

You can hardly help your open-mouthed smile, however, when Nikolai releases the rough grip on your jaw to caress your cheek as he cums in thick spurts across your face. Your lashes flutter, he's moaning - "fuck, angel- angh!" - and you let out the garbled beginnings of a giggle as you lap up what makes it in your mouth.

You feel him scoop his load off your skin before his finger's in your mouth. Immediatley after you suck the rest of him down, he's bending down to kiss you sloppily and uncuff your wrists.

"That's my dovey," he affirms (more to himself than you). He peppers your face with kisses, his messy, snowy bangs brushing your face. "C'mere."

He works you upright just to lay you back down, more comfortably this time, finally and with fervor circling his fingers around your clenching hole.

"Kolya-" you rasp, sore.

"Took me so good, sweetheart," Nikolai shushes you, eyes alight with mania as he starts trailing kisses from your neck to your stomach. "Now that you remember who owns you, 'm gonna show you none of those motherfuckers could make you feel as good as I can."

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oh, demon FYODOR.

i think he's less jealous than he is simply possessive.

he's not super concerned about people flirting with you, doing things for you, checking you out...in fact, he kind of likes watching those things happen! not that he doesn't expect it, you're perfect after all <3

because he knows, as you settle in his arms to whisper about the compliment you received or giggle at the person who offered to pay for your coffee, none of it will ever compare to the sweet words and pure love he showers you with, and he relishes in that fact. they can try anything they want, but you will never belong to anyone but him.

doesn't go needlessly far with expressing his jealousy when it does crop up - he's a tactful man, and he's not going to act out in a way that might put you off like nikolai will

he's patient, too. he's so composed around others. no one expects it - anyone who doesn't know better would assume the idiot who makes a pass at the demon king's beloved would get the whole room aired out in a matter of seconds

on the contrary, fyodor will sit with the closest he can get to a humorous grin on his face while he waits for you to make your way over and kiss him or sit on his lap or hook your arms around his waist

he'll tease you a little about it. "getting some attention?"

if you smile at him reassuringly, lean in, and tell him, "none that truly concerns me," all will be peaceful.

if you tease him back, however - maybe cross your legs away from him and shoot him a smirk and a quick "maybe so" - oh yeah, you're in for it.

He works you up, makes you a mess - then he throws it in your face.

"My gosh, милашка-" He doesn't take the Lord's name in vain even while he's drawing downright sinful noises from your body. "-listen to yourself. Shameless."

Fyodor's a patient man, as mentioned before; he uses it to his advantage in situations like this. He's stretching you out on his lithe fingers, slowly, almost painfully - his other hand traverses your thigh, landing a hard spank to the side of your ass each time you roll your hips unwillingly. You really can't help it either way - you have to watch and feel his pretty, pale fingers disappear into your hole, so it's either squirm and get smacked or whine and get mocked.

You're in a lose-lose situation, it seems. It felt amazing at first, the slow curl of his knuckles inside you, the gentle circling of his wrist, the concentrated sighs that left his rosy lips as he watched you relax into his touch, but now it's just torture. Now, you can only clench furiously and cry out please, please, just a little faster, Fedya, please!

Your eyes water when he finally gives in a little, moving fractionally faster.

"Do you deserve it, my love?" He cocks his head, looking at you as if he really values your opinion on the matter. "Or, my whore - since you're comfortable entertaining the advances of strangers."

You weren't, you must've sworn up and down ten times by now. You were being polite, you promise, but he shakes his head, his soft black locks waving as if mocking you too.

"Polite? You're lucky I haven't forced that filthy mouth shut. That's what got you here, after all," Fyodor explains excruciatingly. Sure, you got a little sassy with him after he accused you of being just that, a whore, after you'd flashed a humble smile toward the fellow restaurant patron who'd sent you a drink. And sure, that was tone deaf of them, considering Fyodor was very clearly holding your hand across the table and sporting your love bites on his neck, but you just couldn't be rude.

His eyes soften when a fat tear rolls down your cheek.

"Oh, pretty, don't cry." He shifts his legs beneath himself; his pace stays the same, but he reaches deeper inside you. "You remember who you're talking to, yes? You learn your lesson?"

You nod frantically. You whimper. "Of course, of course, Fedya, my only, ‘m sorry..."

You yelp like you've been burnt when he pulls his fingers out of you, but soon enough his hand is gripping your waist, his tip is teasing your entrance, and he's cooing into your ear, "Your only. You only love me, right? Say it."

You cup his face, grab at his shoulders, grind into him as you tearily reply, "Only love you, Fedya. I love you. You're my everything, please. My everything. I love you."

He knows you do. He just has to make you say it - make sure you know you do.

Fyodor's tongue finds yours as he thrusts into you - you're his everything, too, and he won't admit that, but he'll fuck you so good you know it's true.

"Relax, my love. Let me make you cum."

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #nikolai x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #bsd nikolai x reader #bsd fyodor x reader #nikolai smut #fyodor smut #bsd smut #bungou stray dogs smut #angelzai original.ᐟ #devilzai hours.ᐟ

[helleboretks]

HAH! Got 'Em!!!

Hello hello hello! First fic in a couple months for my newest fandom Lego Monkie Kid! This is a Lee!Nezha, Lers!Wukong, Mei and MK ticklefic, so if it isn't your forte, no need to read!

(This is Nezha, if anyone wants to gaze upon this absolutely beautiful specimen uwu)

Summary: Wukong wanted to test out if their resident Third Lotus Prince was ticklish. Only Buddha knows what kind of chaos arose from it.

“This is purely experimentative, kid.”

“No it isn’t, Monkey King.”

“Yeaaaaah-no, no it isn’t.”

Mk snorted with a roll of his eyes as Wukong took a few strands of fur from his head, gently blowing on them to produce a few feathers.

“C’mon! You can’t say you’re not curious. I know that look in your eye.” He was right, of course, Mk was pretty curious about this idea too. Would Nezha actually be ticklish? Given that he was reincarnated from a plant-a lotus no less-there had to be something his body did and didn’t replicate from the original, right?

“Has he ever even been tickled before?” Mk wonders aloud, sitting down in the seat next to Wukong. The Noodle Shop was pretty empty today save for his friends and, well obviously, the Lotus Prince himself. Mk’s both surprised and relieved that the man actually found time to take a break, and even felt honored that he’d want to spend it here, with them.

Now he’s wondering how long it’ll be until he regrets it.

“Hmm, not from what I can recall? No???” Monkey King squeaked, looking as if he was seriously racking his brain for some kind of memory. “Yeah no, not from what I can remember.”

“If he’s actually ticklish you’re going to kill him.”

“Oh Pfft, nah he won’t die. You can’t die like that! I think.”

Mk was not about to tell Monkey King that you can, in fact, meet death by tickling. Not right now at least.

No one seemed to notice the little cluster of feathers floating closer and closer to the prince, who found himself in a rather engaging conversation with Tang about some history or other that Mk couldn’t parse out. They both waited with bated breath as he shifted his arms to rest comfortably on the counter.

“Welp, I’ve got nothing to lose.” Famous last words, but alright.

And then the feathers shot into Nezha’s armor.

And look-

LOOK-

The sheer volume of the scream Nezha let out as he flew right off the chair-Mk couldn’t help but crack up laughing as Wukong ducked under the table in surprise, trying to stifle his own laughter.

“HAH!! GOT ‘EEEEEEEEEEEM!!!” Mk screamed as Nezha grabbed and tussled at his clothing, shrieks erupting from his throat.

“Lotus boy!? Mk what did you do!?” Mei exclaimed, clearly less intent on helping and more intent on actually knowing what the fuck they had done.

“THERE’S SOMETHING IN MY ARMOR! THEHEHERE’S-OH MY GOHOHOD WHAT THE FU-” You could just hear Wukong’s dry wheeze from under the table as Nezha’s franticness caused him to bump into one of the chairs, practically crumbling onto one of the tables as Tang choked on his noodles with a chortle.

“Are you-Oh my god, Lotus boy’s ticklish!” Mk nodded to Mei’s statement, and honestly, he was pretty surprised by just how much those feathers affected the man. He was laughing up a storm from wherever those feathers were tickling him, Mk couldn’t really see where they were, but he knew they were doing something.

Or he’d probably just never been tickled in his life and the sensation shocked his soul right out of his body.

That’s also a possibility.

“What the hell? Oi, Monkey King, is this your doing?!” Apparently Pigsy had been the first one to catch onto the real culprit, and Mk banged a fist against the table with a snort as Wukong let out an offended gasp from his hiding spot, popping out into the open.

“I will have you know, mister man of the pigs! I didn’t do nothing!” Wukong sassed, shaking his head from side to side, wagging his finger disapprovingly. That, however, masked the fact that he was probably making those feathers move even faster, because Nezha’s laughter went up an octave right after.

“WUKOHOHOHONG!!! I-I’M GOHONNA KIHIHIHILL YOU-” Monkey King gave an especially skeptical look, turning to Mk, who too was laughing hysterically, just not from the result of being tickled himself. “Yakow, I’m not so sure he’s actually going to do it. I mean, look at the guy! Look at him, take a good look!” Monkey King jested, grabbing Mk by the cheeks and directing his attention back to Nezha.

He could see Nezha, half his body on the table, the other half on the floor as he gripped the edges of the wood, laughing up a storm as he practically vibrated like mad. His face was alight in an adorable blush of pink, eyes squeezed shut with a wobbly, wide grin to boot. He really didn’t look anywhere close to being capable of killing Monkey King in the state he was in.

But then he saw Mei hopped off her seat, a damn near devilish look on her face.

He knew Nezha was in for some shit.

“Here! Lemme help you out, buddy!” Mei spoke too cheerfully to be anything but a trap, but with the way the Lotus Prince was too preoccupied trying to get a grip of himself, he realized that fact a little too late, practically squealing as Mei snatched him by the sides, skittering her nails all over.

Wukong laughed as Nezha flew back unintentionally, right into the person who was making it worse. He kicked his legs as Mei struggled to hold him up with a huffing laugh, scrambling to grab her biceps and shake them.

And not for the first time, Mk doesn’t see the stoic Lotus Prince persona that Nezha tries so hard to keep up. He just sees Nezha; a man who seriously needs a break, and a little too ticklish for his own good.

So you can’t entirely blame Mk for wanting to be a prick.

He jumps over the table, letting out a weird as hell war cry before snatching Nezha by the legs. “YOU’RE COMIN’ WITH ME, MY DUDE-”

Nezha shrieked as Mk began to drag him around the floor, Tang really choking on his noodles as Mei howled with laughter, whipping out her phone to record the absolute madness. Nezha was gripping his ribs-which is probably where Wukong’s feathers are- shaking his head manically as he tried to wrench himself from Mk’s grasp.

“MK, NAHAHAHA-” “HEY!! I just cleaned those floors, kid!!!” Wukong slapped his hand on the table repeatedly as Pigsy called out, and Mk defiantly continued to drag this man everywhere he could, still carefully avoiding chairs and table legs as he went.

“WELL I’M USIN’ IT, DADSY, I’M BUSY!!” Mk shouted back as Mei followed behind him, catching it all on video.

“The poor man! Mk no!” Tang laughed, clearly not as against it as Pigsy is, who stared in dumbfounded disbelief as the two kids messed with the Lotus Prince himself. Nezha, meanwhile, was trying to cling onto anything with a solid structure but was doing nothing other than dragging chairs and tables out of place in his hysteria.

“Look at this BOI-” Mei cheered, causing Mk to wheeze as he shook Nezha’s legs from side to side, the man letting out a squeak as Wukong hopped over.

“WAIT, I GOT THIS!!” That was the only warning that any of them had gotten before a whole barrage of feathers descended on the prince, who screamed in shock before that shock quickly dissolved into the most batshit manic laughter Mk had ever bore witness to.

Mei wheezed, the grip on her phone trembling as the man on the ground thrashed damn near violently, and Mk had to hold tighter onto his legs so he wouldn’t get himself a boot to the face.

“I. AM. FEATHER-BUDDHA!!!” Wukong cried, throwing his hands dramatically into the air as Mei got the bright idea to place her phone down, grab Nezha’s arms, and hoist him the rest of the way up.

“FEATHER JESUS-” She cried just as dramatically as the two swung the prince back and forth, laughing themselves silly as Nezha laughed himself into a tizzy.

For a split second, Mk swore he saw macaque walk in, stare, and then slide right back out in one smooth motion and just-wow, what a great cameo.

“MACAHAHAHAQUE, YOU TRAHAITOR-” Oh he saw him, oh shit-

“I do not exist. Good luck.” Wukong wheezed and almost fell off the damn table as Macaque took his seat at the counter, turning away as if he weren’t just called out to.

“GUHUHUYS, QUIT IHIHIHIT!! PLEHEHEHEAAHAHASE-” Nezha pleaded, trying so desperately to wiggle his way out of the situation. Mk took the liberty of being the local gremlin.

“Ohohoho! But my little nezzy-wezzy-” So many wheezes wrung out at once as Nezha shrieked in embarrassment. Mk hoisted him up so that he had a grip of his knees, Mei slowing down the swinging to a stop as Mk jostled him further.

Wukong, sensing that some more shit was going to go down, slowed the feathers to somewhat of a more breathable speed, and Nezha choked on the breath he sucked in. The smile that forced itself onto his face was both down-right adorable, and freakishly foreign to him. That is something that’s going to have to change, then.

“You know, to be the best gremlin out there, all bets are off the table.” Mk dramatically announced. “AND SO!!” Nezha jumped at the loud tone, anticipatory giggles already spilling from his lips.

“What the heck he’s already laughing, awe-AND SO,” Mk repeated with a dramatic pause. “Mei, get his shirt.”

His bestie didn’t need to be told twice, Nezha letting out a shriek as she pulled his shirt up and away from his belly. “LOCAL GREMLINS!! ASSEMBLE!!!” She cried-

Right as Mk blew a raspberry into the center of Nezha’s belly.

There was a loud pop as Nezha exploded into laughter, and a few gasps and awes went around as a pink glow tinged Mk’s peripheral.

He continued to blow raspberry after raspberry with hardly any pause, and he probably would have winced given just how loud and downright evil Nezha’s laughter was, giggles and cackles as he thrashed and squirmed. It was absolutely hilarious.

“HE’S EXPLODING PETALS, MK!!” Mk paused in his raspberry blowing to pinch at the back of his knees, causing a knee-jerk reaction as he grinned at the petals that had shot out into existence, floating to the ground as Nezha snorted.

“God damn, the guy’s got a set of lungs.” Macaque chuckled, placing his hands over his ears with a grin. Mk laughed with a shake of his head, before diving straight back in, this time nibbling with an added sound effect of ‘nom nom nom’.

The petals exploded from him again.

“MK STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP OHMYGOD PLEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHASE!!!!” Nezha cried as if his life depended on it, repeated pops that were just too cute to be real filled the room as the distinct smell of lotuses overwhelmed Mk’s nose as he just kept going and going, blow after blow after blow after-

“JESUS CHRIST KID, GIVE THE MAN A BREAK!!” His record broke with a laugh with the way Pigsy had to shout so loud just to be heard over Nezha’s screaming.

It was when Nezha was so weak that all he could do was tremble and laugh, that Wukong removed the feathers and poofed them into hair, when Mei and he finally-gently-placed him on the floor, and Mk had ceased his merciless tickling, that the man gulped down proper breath since the whole ordeal began.

“Ohohoho, that was golden!” Wukong laughed as he answered to Mk’s high five, Macaque snorting at the way Nezha curled up into a tight little ball, lotus petals surrounding and covering him as he lightly tried to fan his face in hopes of ridding the embarrassed and exhausted blush on his cheeks.

“You damn near killed him, you idiots.” Pigsy sighed in exasperation, looking over the mess that had become his shop within a matter of minutes in very heavy disappointment.

“What-” Nezha panted as he sat up, burning with the rest of his gradually dying embarrassment. “What was that!? Wha-what did you do??” Mk tilted his head in amused confusion, as did Mei and Wukong. “C’mon dude, it’s just tickling! It’s not like it can hurt ya!” Mei dismissed.

A silence was Nezha’s response.

Silence soon enveloped the shop.

“You…you do know what that is, right? Nezha?” Wukong asked with a tilt of his head, this one verging on the dangerous territory of ‘this better be a fucking joke or I swear to the Celestials-’

Nezha just stared at them like they’d grown three heads.

“Oh my God he doesn’t know what tickling is-”

“THE POOR BOIO-”

Nezha yelped as Mei latched onto him in a tight embrace, which caused Mk to automatically snort. Oh this was just sad, both the hilarious kind and also the not-hilarious kind.

Staying in one room to protect a map for thousands of years really must do something to ya, huh?

“I’m actually fucking remorseful. I send my regards.” Macaque hummed, before giving a half-assed salute. “See you on the other side, Lotus Prince.” And then he disappeared into the counter’s shadow. Just like the shifty monkey, doing something like that.

“This is gonna go terribly.” Tang interjected, polishing off his third bowl.

“I’m actually thinking of closing the shop for today, I can’t believe this.” Pigsy grumbled, retreating back into the safety of his kitchen.

Nezha, during all of this, seemed to grow even more confused as the multiple comments were shot fired, and he looked at Mk who only gave him a solemn grin, because even he wasn’t about to mess up what would be-

“This will be the greatest day of your life, Lotus Boy!”

The most disastrous day of his life, courtesy of the local menace, Mei.

“Now! First on my list would be some hands on experience-”

Nezha let out a shrill shriek as Mei’s hands immediately dive for his sides.

A shriek that will be just one of way, way, way too many to come.

#hbwriting #LMK tickling #lego monkie kid tickling #tickle fic #lmk tickle fic #lee!Nezha #ler!wukong #ler!Mei #ler!MK #poor boy #get fucking demolished- #I have no regrets #lego monkie kid tickle

[thatjadedhotmess]

"Oh you don't want to see them mad."

pairings/characters: pantalone x gn!reader, dottore x gn!reader

warnings⚠️: none [lmk if i needa add anything ! ~~]

synopsis: as stated in the title uwu <33

wc: 0.77k ~

note: thank you so much for requesting hehe~~ I hope I do your request justice since this is my first time doing a request TvT. feel free to point out any mistakes I've made,, constructive feedback, reblogs, notes and comments are all greatly appreciated <3

pantalone (潘塔罗涅)

☁︎︎ You guys have been dating for a really long time. So it's safe to say that you both know what the other party enjoys and what ticks them off.

☁︎︎ Pantalone had decided (after like, forever) that it was finally time you met his…friends? coworkers? friends. the other members of the fatui harbingers.

☁︎︎ He messaged them saying that he was going to bring you to work so that you guys could meet for the first (and probably last) time.

☁︎︎ You'd insisted before hand that it was only polite that you brought some homemade cookies along because it was "the nice thing to do".

☁︎︎ So that's how you ended up starting to talking to the other members, your first line being a cheerful and sweet, "Hello ! I brought some homemade cookies that I made yesterday." extending out your hand filled with the freshly baked goods.

☁︎︎ while everyone was busy gathering around you and talking to you, scaramouche was at the back talking to pantalone. "didn't know you were that whipped for y/n, who knew you'd actually bake cookies with them for us."

☁︎︎ "y/n's amazing. they're terrifying when mad though, gives me goosebumps just thinking about it" he shivered, recounting the few times you got mad about something. a truly terrifying sight, considering the fact he was a harbinger.

☁︎︎ "oh yeah? let's give it a shot, what ticks y/n off Mr. pants?" Scaramouche snickered, lightly punching Pantalone arm.

☁︎︎ "telling them to chill out probably. and-" and he saw scaramouche walk off towards your direction. oh he was in deep shit alright.

☁︎︎ "Hey y/n, your getting kind of loud. chill the fuck out- ow ow ow y/n !" there you were, halting your conversation with the other harbingers before you strut towards him, grabbing his ear and dragging him backwards towards your boyfriend.

☁︎︎ "pantalone, what did you tell him?" you asked with a sarcastic smile on your face, still pinching Scaramouche's ear.

☁︎︎ "just that you hated being told to chill- ow y/n ! love !" pinching his ear with your other hand caused pantalone to bend down slightly before you dragged the two men to the back of the room.

☁︎︎ the other members of the fatui just looking at you, awestruck before they started laughing as you chewed not one but two of their members out. that'll teach them not to mess with you in the future.

il dottore (多托雷)

☁︎︎ you and him have some…interesting backstories. you were originally his assistant in all things lab related but it later flourished into the relationship you guys currently have.

☁︎︎ since you guys started out as coworkers before becoming friends and subsequently lovers, it's safe to say that you guys know each other pretty well.

☁︎︎ you were everything he could ask for for an assistant. kind, understanding and of course, curious about everything he did and being able to share the same kind of excitement the other harbingers didn't seem to understand when you guys made breakthroughs.

☁︎︎ he was head over heels for you after about a year of working together. looking at you through rose-coloured glasses, I mean, even his subordinates could see what was going on with dottore.

☁︎︎ you could tell that they didn't really like you because of that, claiming that you were "attention-seeking" and that you always acted like you were above them. [you'd once overheard them gossiping about you while you were carrying supplies for dottore.]

☁︎︎ you didn't really care about them though, occupying yourself with writing new reports and doing experiments with dottore.

☁︎︎ it was only when one of his subordinates decided that it would be a good idea to talk shit about dottore literally in front of you guys !

☁︎︎ "Ugh look, y/n and dottore are together… again" "I can't believe he stooped that low for y/n. Like seriously did he really?"

☁︎︎ ooo bad move there on… whatever her name was.

☁︎︎ because next thing dottore and his subordinates knews, you were no longer by dottore's side but rather standing between the pair, a smile on your face and your hands behind your back as you bent yourself forward slightly.

☁︎︎ "please, feel free to bitch about me but I suggest that you don't talk behind dottore's back. for the sake of both yourselves and I."

☁︎︎ man that just made dottore fall even harder for you.

#pantalone #pantalone x you #pantalone x reader #pantalone x y/n #regrator x reader #genshin pantalone #genshin regrator #regrator #dottore x y/n #dottore x you #dottore x reader #genshin #genshin impact #genshin hcs #genshin impact headcanons #sage🍂 scribbles

[neverchecking]

Can you please make a part 2, maybe even a part 3 for your recent post?

Your ‘Does it count as a marriage if only one of them is aware?’

Like the chains reaction to there being another Link married and asking Sage how it happened and who the lucky girl is.

Maybe them meeting the girl and how she really is and her telling the story in a quick version of the long version on how they got married. Maybe she plays a trick/prank on them before revealing herself as Sage’s Wife?

Just some ideas I thought could go well after reading the post that I love a lot!

Yes i ABSOLUTELY can. Im not gonna say when, but I DID start it. I saw this a while back and got so excited because i write Aaliyah yeah but i never actually expect people to like her bc i barely like her ngvigbng Thats a lie i love that bastard.

Here I'll give some spitballed ideas for now.

So, Aaliyah has never met the chain. Period. Like even right now? Never. I think even in constellations she's only met a few in passing and in the smut shots they were simply there. but in her Canon timeline? Has not met them.

Sage wants to keep it this way. I've mentioned it to Bailey, but Sage, even if he whores out, is a loyal bitch. He picks his person and that's his person until they die. And he'll do anything to keep it that way. However, because of his personality they have to be...special? I guess? Like it can't just be someone who rolls over and expects every one to just love them bc oh look at me! Im a helpless lil doll <3 UwU /Ref (Thats a very niche ref guys dw i love you all and your lil ocs <3)

Which is kind of why Aaliyah is the way she is? Sage needs someone whose gonna challenge him. Not necessarily bow down, or someone who will demand him to do this or that, but someone who takes what he says, challenges his ideals and will fight to prove theirs are better. Like Aaliyah will fight him, but if Sage can prove he's right, she'll fall in line. Unlike some dragons princess'.

Sorry sorry anyway, that being said, Sage doesn't share. He doesn't play well with others either. Neither does Aaliyah and Sage knows that.

ANYWAY

So obviously the chain is SHOCKED bc how tf? Did Sage get married? BEFORE THEM???

Either way, a few of them are pretty invested, bc lets be honest. Traveling that long, with men? Not entertaining. they have zero tea. At all. So this is new and exciting to them. They want to KNOW okay? they are all secretly tea hungry housewives.

He refuses to tell them anything tho. Absolutely anything. Well okay thats a lie. He'll tell stories but only the WORST ones.

"She blew me up once. I think that's when i fell in love."

"Really?"

"Fuck no."

"Thank Hy-"

"I knew i was in love with her when she stabbed me and left me in the desert. Petty bitch. Just because I forgot dinner that night."

They're in love i swear

My point earlier with Aaliyah never meeting the chain is just to say that i have total freedom here. I can do this however I want.

And my all time favorite way of doing it? in my head with my lil tiktoks that I use to maladaptive daydream?

The Hunters being Hunted.

Aaliyah would find them long before they found her. She'd watch them and stake them out.

She's stay out of sight for a while, but eventually she'd do something small that would let Sage know she was there.

Probably drops a bomb flower in the middle of camp <3

it's the thought that counts <3

The others think their under attack but Sage knows. He's cackling and throwing his head back going "You crazy son of a bitch!" because that's his girl.

and you're probably going, "Aaliyah appears after that right?"

Wrong.

She fucks around with them until she grows bored then probably even then only sits in a tree until one night Sage goes "Isn't that right, cupcake? You're a fucking barrel of sunshine."

And she nearly decks him. "Oh a ray of absolute shits and giggles."

Scares the piss out of Sky for sure,

I just nvogng

I need the chain to meet one of the wives and then being terrified of them. Not even in a 'damn am i attracted to this?' way. No no no, I need them to be terrified for their lives <3

#cinder rambles #coming to a blog near you #when? #... #next question. #sage #sage and aaliyah #Aaliyah #Sage X Aaliyah

[ruggiethethuggie]

Cooking with Chef Ruggie

Summary: You've been enrolled in culinary school for a few months now. Today's task- making Fondant Potatoes with your assigned partner, Mr. Ruggie Bucchi.

WC: 3382 Tags: one shot, fluff, culinary school, gn!reader, this has an actual recipe you can follow lmao, Ruggie is really good at cooking, he's also so helpful, mild cussing

a/n: thank you @the-dumber-scaramouche for this super cute, uwu idea! I can't wait to see and read about your chef oc ❤️

You came into class, looking at the board behind your professor to see what was in store for the day. You had been in culinary school for a few months now and every day your professor would write on the board something relative to your lesson for the day. To your surprise, the board simply just said “pommes fondant”, or Fondant Potatoes. Your lesson from the day before dealt with the different types of oils and how each affects the searing of different foods and can even help infuse flavors into them when used correctly. Fondant potatoes were seared on both sides, so you figured it made sense to be in today's lesson, but what was your professor going to do- make them for the class?

The professor got up from his desk once the clock struck the hour; he never missed a second of teaching. It was clear from his enthusiasm every day that he thoroughly enjoyed what he did. “Alright, so can everyone see the board? This is what we have going on today,” he started to say. Around the room you could hear the oo’s and ah’s of the other students. Fondant potatoes weren’t ever something you really experienced; simple as they were, it was still a nicer way to make potatoes. You were just used to the regular baked and french fries variety.

“So are you making these for us then?” you heard one of the cheekier students ask as he raised his hand, smirking at his friends around him. The professor chuckled for a moment and shook his head. “Actually, no. You all are going to make these. You’ll be in the kitchen today. Each of you has been assigned a partner, so lean on them and help each other. You’re not only going to be graded in technique and execution of the recipe, but also how well you work with others. I’m watching,” he said, giving a few students an obvious side eye. Your fellow students seemed pretty excited about being able to work in the kitchen today, already chatting amongst themselves as the professor started to go through his list and read off the assigned pairings.

“Y/N,” he said. Your ears perked up, waiting for him to tell you who would be your partner today, hopefully not that obnoxious guy across the room. You knew he would just shittily try to do the recipe by himself because “he just knows better” and would ruin it, leaving you with a bad grade without even being given a chance. “Your partner is,” he said, running his hand across his paper, “Ruggie”. He pointed out the student a few tables over from you. Honestly, you had ever really noticed him, which was surprising to you. He was not bad to look at, and the way his messy, biscuit brown hair kissed the side of his face and forehead made it hard for you not to swoon over. 

He got up from his table and made his way to the back where the kitchen setups were, you took it as a sign and also got up and made your way back there. Ruggie was looking at the recipe sitting on the counter as you approached the work space. “Hi, I’m Y/N,” you said, holding out your hand to him. He looked up at you as he put the card down and smiled, taking your hand and shaking it. “Ruggie,” he said. You let go of his hand, but couldn’t stop thinking about how it felt in yours. “So… have you ever made these before?” you asked as you picked up the recipe card and started reading it. “Yeah, a time or two before. They’re not that hard to make, just have to take your time with it,” he said confidently. “You?” You looked up from the card, meeting his eyes. For a moment, you lost all thought process, getting lost in the cool, blue-gray hues of his them. “Hello?” he said, confused. “I-I’m sorry,” you said looking back at the card. “I haven’t made them before. I’ve never even eaten them, but they look really good from the picture.”

Ruggie took the card from your hand, looking it over once more, and placed it on the counter. “That’s ok. If you don’t care, I can kinda take the lead if you want. I’ll share all my secrets with you,” he said, putting his hand behind his head and grinning. “Sure, I don’t mind. I have no clue what I’m doing with these,” you said, laughing back. “So where do we start?” you asked as you made your way to the sink to wash your hands. Ruggie followed suit and washed his hands as you dried yours. “Well, we start with the Yukon potatoes, gotta slice ‘em a certain way,” he said. You nodded as you grabbed the potatoes from the ingredients provided by the professor on the counter, taking them to the sink and washing them. “So how do you have to slice them?” you said, bringing the now washed potatoes over to Ruggie. Ruggie had out a cutting board and knife, ready to start his prep. “Well, the potatoes are supposed to be thick, but will melt in your mouth when you eat them. So you take em,” he said, grabbing a potato,” and cut like this.” You watched as he finished cutting them all. “Wait, these in the picture don’t have skins like these,” you said looking back and forth at the potatoes he had cut and the picture on the card. “Yep! That’s where the next step comes in,” he hummed. “Look in that drawer over there and see if there’s like a round cookie cutter in it.” He gestured his head to one of the drawers near the sink behind him. You opened it and dug through all the utensils in it; finally, you found a round cookie cutter. “Here ya go,” you said as you handed it to him. “Thanks.”He smiled.

He took the cookie cutter and used it to cut the center of the potatoes, making them look like little cylinders. “Ohhhh, that’s pretty neat. Looks cool,” you said in awe. “It ain’t that special,” he snickered. You rolled your eyes at him playfully. “Yeah, well to me that looks pretty cool.” Ruggie chuckled again. “Alright, so next we gotta get the pan and oven ready. Could you preheat it to 450 degrees for me, please, while I finish these up? Then we just need a good sized skillet for ‘em.” You nodded as you went to the oven and set it to preheat like he instructed. You found a bigger skillet in the cupboard and held it up. “This a good size?”

Ruggie looked over and nodded. He was busy patting the potatoes dry, trying to get rid of the starchy juices that came from cutting them. You put it on the eye, turning the heat on to medium. You glanced at the recipe to see what was next. You took the avocado oil sitting out and used it to grease the pan. Ruggie just smiled as he watched you work, seasoning his potatoes with salt and pepper. “Alright, the oil is about ready for the potatoes. Time to get to searin’,” you joked as you took each potato and gently put it in the pan. Ruggie shook his head at your silliness, grabbing the herbs and cloves of garlic from the ingredients. You could see him out of the corner of your eye as he crushed the garlic. As much as you wanted to watch how he smashed it so easily with the muscles in his arm flexing each time, your mind was preoccupied with watching the potatoes on the stovetop. Once golden on the underside, you had to flip them over to sear the other side.

“Wow, that looks amazing. The sear is like.. perfect,” Ruggie said, peering over your shoulder. “Yeah, I’m like an expert searer actually. I actually got a National prize for it,” you teased. Ruggie gave you a stare, still smiling at you though. “Wow, I had no idea my partner today was a world renowned chef already. Guess I don’t have to do anything else then, shishishi,” he snickered. He picked up his dirty cutting board and knives he used and put them in the sink. You could hear him run the water for a second and turn it off behind you, so you turned around to see what he was doing. He came back to the counter with a wet paper towel and cleaned it. Wow, he seems pretty chill. Not to mention, he cooks and cleans? Seems like a house husband, you thought to yourself.

“Okay, so the recipe says once seared to add the herbs and butter into the pan. Could you grab me the butter, Ruggie?” you asked. To your surprise, Ruggie laughed at your request. Nothing is funny? “We don’t need butter, I got something better,” he beamed. “But the recipe says to use butter?” you said, confused at what he was planning. “Yeah, it does. But think of it… more like a suggestion,” he said as he took a few steps backwards out of the work space and then scurried to the back of the room. Past the workspaces were the bigger fridges and pantries. They had extra ingredients and were free to use if the students chose to. Ruggie came back a few moments later, a container in his hand. He brought it to you and let you read the label. “Beef fat?” you said looking at him. “Shh, shh. Don’t say it too loud,” he said looking around. “Can’t have these other guys knowin’ our secrets, now can we?” 

You shrugged and complied with his suggestion, adding it to the pan. Ruggie put in the sprigs of thyme and rosemary and then the crushed garlic. He happily smelt the air above the pan, closing his eyes to really take it in. “Wow, it smells so good already. These are gonna be so good. I can’t wait to eat later,” he purred. You used a spoon to help glaze the tops of the potatoes with the liquid. “So, why the beef fat? What difference does that make?” you asked curiously. Ruggie grinned wide as he answered. “Well, ya see, the beef fat actually gives it more flavor than just regular old butter. You kinda get some of that beefiness infused in the potatoes. It’s not like they taste like beef, but damn does it makes ‘em taste way better.”

“Time for the oven now, right?” you asked, taking the food off the eye. “You got it, that’s right,” Ruggie said, snapping his finger at you. You put the pan in the oven carefully. You brushed your hands together and looked at Ruggie. “And now we wait,” you said smiling. “How long are they in there for?” You picked up the card off the counter to check. “Uh, about 25 to 30 minutes, gotta make sure they’re nice and tender,” Ruggie chuckled. He wiped his own hands off on the hand towel by the oven and set the timer. “So what made you join culinary school, wanna own a restaurant or something?” he asked.

“No, not really. Truthfully, I don’t even know what I want to do after this,” you groaned. “I like the idea of owning one, but I don’t know if it’s for me. I just love the idea of marrying flavors together, putting stuff together. The look on people’s faces when they eat my food? Man, it makes my heart full. I just- I like it, that’s all.” You stopped yourself from saying any more, not wanting to talk about yourself too much and sound vain. Ruggie looked at you pleased, content listening to you talk about your passions. “What about you, Ruggie?”

“Oh, me?” he said. “Well, shishishi. I work a lot of side jobs to make money. Catering is one of my biggest payers, but you can make a lot more as one of the cooks. So I’m here to finish school so I can do that, and who knows, maybe one day I’ll own my own catering place.” He was leaning his back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn’t speak with the same passion as you did, but it was obvious he enjoyed cooking. “You seem like you know your way around the kitchen. The places never let you cook before?” you asked.

“I mean, one of the catering places had this chef who was super chill. He taught me a lot when I worked there, even how to make these,” he said pointing at the recipe card. “He doesn’t do catering any more so I can’t work with him. But he would always show me stuff if he had the chance.” You nodded your head at his response. “That’s cool, sorry you don’t get to see him really now. Why do you work so many jobs anyway? You don’t look old enough to have a shit ton of debt,” you asked curiously. Part of you wondered if you were prying too much. “Well, someone’s gotta pay my bills.” He laughed. “I just don’t like the idea of struggling, so I work a lot so I won’t ever have to.”

He smiled softly at you, making you look away and try to find something else to put in your line of view. You were trying so hard to not seem flustered, to not seem weird. You were brought back to reality as Ruggie approached you, his arm reaching in your direction. Oh god, what is he doing? What is happening? He smiled as his arm went behind you; you closed your eyes shut trying to process what was happening. And then you heard it- the beep on the stove as Ruggie turned the timer off behind you. “Sorry, ‘scuse me,” he said as he grabbed the oven handle to open the door. You were so in your head about Ruggie, you didn’t even notice the timer was going off. You moved out of his way so he could take the pan out. Now you just felt stupid for thinking it was something more than that.

Ruggie took the pan and put it on one of the unused eyes on the stovetop. The potatoes were glistening under the lights, they looked perfect in every way, in your opinion. You took a spoon and used it to glaze them some more with the juices in the pan, only making them shine more. “These … look so good,” you whispered. “Wait til teach tries ‘em. We’re definitely getting a good grade on this little lab,” Ruggie purred. “Well, we gotta plate them first,” you laughed. Without even finishing your sentence, Ruggie was grabbing two plates from the cabinet. He put them both down on the counter. “Y’know, I’m no good at this plating stuff,” he nervously laughed.

“No biggie, I love plating. It’s a way for me to show my creativity,” you said as you gently started placing some of the potatoes on one plate. Ruggie watched as you carefully plated them and then lightly glazed them with more pan sauce. “Your plating is so clean. What’s your trick?” He smiled. You shrugged your shoulders and gave him an “I don’t know” look as you laughed a bit. “I guess I’m just that good,” you said with another laugh. “But really, it’s just taking your time with it. If you go too fast, the juices and everything spill and then it just looks sloppy.”

Ruggie nodded his head as he gestured to your professor walking around the workspaces. “Check it out, teach,” he hummed as he made a ta-da gesture to the plated Fondant potatoes. The professor gave a look full of surprise and excitement. “Wow, they sure do look amazing! Guess I’ll have to try them out,” he gleefully said as he picked up a fork and cut the potato. The fork easily glided through the potato, it was so tender. As he took his bite, the teacher closed his eyes in ecstasy. “Now that is delicious,” he hummed. Ruggie looked at you with a beaming smile. “So?” Ruggie said to your professor, waiting for him to finish.

“Well you two definitely pass, with flying colors even. But I gotta know, what’d you put in this?” You smiled widely, excited to boast about your food. “Well we actually used-“ you started to say. Ruggie cut you off before you could say anything more. “We can’t give away all our secrets. Not even to you, teach,” he snickered. Your professor hummed in amusement. “You’re right. A good chef never tells his secrets. Once you two are done cleaning up, you can have whatever food you have leftover and leave for the day. Great work, guys!” And with that, he left and it was just you and Ruggie once more.

Ruggie turned to look at you. “So whatcha wanna clean? I’ll do whatever you don’t wanna do. I don’t mind,” he said sweetly. You looked at the work space and your eyes trailed to the sink full of dirty dishes. “Uh, is it bad if I hate doing dishes?” you asked coyly. Ruggie shook his head and grinned. “No, not at all. I’ll do ‘em.” Ruggie made his way over to the sink, rolled his sleeves up, and started the water. You grabbed a few paper towels and used the running water he had going to get them wet. You finished up wiping down the counters and putting stuff away as Ruggie was washing the dishes. 

Ruggie could see you eyeing the plate of potatoes from the corner of his eye. “You can go ‘head and eat some while you wait on me,” he snickered. “Are you sure? I can wait, it’s ok,” you tried to reassure him. But truthfully, your mouth was watering so bad, you wanted them now. “Shishishi, yeah. Eat away, just leave me some,” he said with a wink. He didn’t have to tell you twice, you were already at the plate and grabbing your fork. You cut up one of the potatoes and took the small piece into your mouth.

Your taste buds exploded in joy. The amount of flavor that came from every bite was intoxicating. You never knew potatoes could taste this good. The sear on the top and bottom gave a nice, crunchy contrast to the soft, tender inside. You felt bad as you looked at Ruggie from the other counter. He worked just as hard as you did today and he’s still doing dishes and can’t enjoy his own food. But there was one way he could enjoy it with you.

“Open,” you said as you held the fork with a potato on it close to his face. He looked over and laughed at the display. “Feeding me? Like a baby?” he teased. “Oh come on, I feel bad I’m over here pigging out and you’re still doing stuff,” you said. You gave him a pleading face and he rolled his eyes. “Okay, okay. Fine,” he said quietly. He let you feed him the potato; his face giving the same expression you did when you ate them. “They’re so good, damn. We did a good job,” Ruggie hummed as he finished the potato. You took turns taking bites for yourself and feeding Ruggie bites afterwards.

Soon enough the plate was finished, and Ruggie took it and the fork from your hands. You crossed your arms over your chest and waited for him to get done. As Ruggie finished and drained the sink, you handed him the hand towel that was hanging on the oven handle. “Y’know, I think we make a pretty good team,” Ruggie said with a chuckle as he dried his hands off. “You think so? I mean I guess we do work pretty well together,” you grinned. “Yeah, we do,” he said, smiling back. “Maybe next time he’ll let us pick our partners, that way I can pick you and we can bring our A game again.” Ruggie lifted up his hand, holding it there for a high five. You laughed and gave him one. “Yeah, together.”

© please do not copy and or repost my work as your own, my brain is massive and these are my thoughts.

#~.writing #~.twst #ruggie x reader #ruggie bucchi #ruggie twst #ruggie twst x reader #ruggie fluff #ruggie bucchi fluff #chef ruggie bucchi #culinary school au #ruggie bucchi propaganda #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader

[sweeteaacakes]

I opened my phone and found a game I pre-registered months ago! It's called "Tokyo Debunker"!

Have you guys seen those creepy ads of a video game that looked like pkmn rip-offs called "Evertal*le"? This is one of their game and the ad caught me so I went for it. I was expecting a pixel-game but, uh, well, it's not TT-TT)... They tend to make misleading ads but this? I got caught by this...

It's more like a VN... BUUUUT it didn't disappointment me in and it served surprisingly well too!

THE PREMISE

Supernatural cases in Tokyo alongside devilish ghouls and quirky cats!

At the prestigious Darkwick Academy, your untily classmates have sold their souls to demons in exchange for a wish... and you'll have to find a way to make them work together to solve supernatural cases all over Tokyo. If you get stuck, you can always turn Darkwick's clever cat familiars for their supports!

It's comes with variety of gameplay modes!

Facilities building where your classmates can work and allows you to interact with them or read a conversation of your other classmates;

It have an "investigation" which is an... auto-turn-based battle mode. You just have to brainwork with their skills and equipments;

As bonus, it have a rhythm game! It's pretty easy since it's linear and you have to tap to allow the cat to turn around. You get 3 tries and is available for later!;

It also have co-op kode but I haven't tried yet!

Now let's start with opening!

As you can see on the imagine above, there are seven characters with each different uniform! Each of them are the leader of each "Houses".

Dark Blue: Frostheim || Yellow: Vagastrom

Orange: Jabberwock (and they have an axolotl in their emblem!!! ♡♡♡) || Dark red: Sinostra

Lilac: Hotarubi || Violet: Obscuary || Green: Mortkraken

The game will make you choose "who will you save"? It have a total of 7 houses with minimum 2 to 4 members. With Frostheim the with 4 members and Mortkraken with only 2! Obscuary is a particular one since it only shows one of its member! Once chosen a house, you will choose a character who will appear in the prolouge.

Aaaaand, yeah. The houses will be mentioned few chapters later :3

I won't spoil much but I can say that despite how lighthearted this this game is later... it knows how to jumpscare :)

And we go with Chapter 1

!!!UNDER THE CUT WILL BE A SLIGHT SPOILER TERRITORY!!!

!!!PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!!

Aye! The MC here! They're female in illustration but I prefer calling them in GN! term and named them "Lucien"! We are in a train after a music concert. The chatroom with the people we went in left the chat and only us and another person, Mina, remain. Turns out we're both in the same train too so we decide to meet up!

A moment after the train arrived at the stop...but it's not ours...

Kisaragi Station? The creepypasta °0°)!?! (/j)

So, we're now in another stop... and found ourselves in an eerie place... And an unknown number calls us. Whether we pick it up or hang down, Mina will text us...

Mina makes her way in our car. We look at the number... 7... the door slides wide open but nothing's there other than darkness. Until someone whispers in our ears.

Gehehehe. I'm not gonna show you the whole thing in case you want to see it yourself!

I cut the spoiler of this chapter here but I'll give you preview of other shots because they are gorgeous!

Asgqhdhahs THE GALAXY ILLUSTRATION SOLD ME EVEN MORE WHAT FOLLOWED—

WE HAVE A CAT WITH A HAT FOR A CONDUCTOR 😭💕✨️

And this few panels! It's not much but I wanted to show how the writing and illustration doesn't shy away from showing blood and swearing! (Note: that guy used those mirror shards as the ammo for his gun btw... pretty rad.) So far, it's fully-voiced too!

Anyways, supernatural, eldritch beings, monsters? Check! They're very creative on it uwu). Good writing? Yaah! The art? Beautiful! Good humor? Nyah! (^=w=^)b

As said before, I'm not far in the story yet. I hope to see more creepy and cool stuffs but the daylight story isn't bad either! The characters have personality. Even MC had a good impression on me. They are down-to-earth and is quick at picking up to things happening around despite the sudden event in their life.

The only sad thing is... they all have body shapes... like... um... twink shaped in their 2-D.... and only one "dark-skinned" character 🥲... usgjqhsqj the Ad*nis Ot*gari of the game 🫠🫠🫠 I think he's cool and adorable tho! He went to the academy to search for his twin brother.

No romance, just classmates being sillies(/affectionate) going around to solve the supernatural in order to mantain the world's order.

The game is rated 16+ so I'm not sure if I'll post much about this here. I just wanted to show in case someone's interested!

The illustrations really do well at gorgeous scenes and at eerie scenes.

#tokyo debunker #other display 📚 #.sweeteaa writes

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Hey Sakura ❤️ For the tickletober prompts, could you please do day 12 with nagireo from bllk? They are cuddling and Reo is kind of upset, so Nagi takes it on himself to cheer him up. Hope you're doing well!

Tickletober day #12: Bites/nibbles

YOOO IVE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE THEM FOR SO LONG, I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THEM

I AM A NAGIREO TRUTHER AND ILL CRUMBLE IF THEY DONT GET BACK TOGETHER LMAO

Special thanks to @kairoscler for gibing me this AMAZING idea uwu

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Reo x Nagi (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Reo

Ler: Nagi

Warnings: Tickles!

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Another day of harsh trainin had gone by, well, atleast for the other members of team V. Nagi being his usual self didn’t do much, and yet he always outshone everyone else. As much as Reo loved him, at times he couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous of this lazy cat he calls his friend. His thoughts got interrupted when he felt the white haired male flop down on his lap, those tired eyes piercing up at him.

“What’s up with you?”.

“What do you mean?” Reo looked down at his lap, tilting his head slightly.

“Your face” Nagi pointed up at him, earning a snort from the other.

“Pfft- What exactly about my face?”.

“It looks so gloomy. You’re usually so smiley, where is it?”.

“Where’s what- My smile? I guess I’m just tired tonight, haha…” the purple haired male tried brushing it off with a nervous laugh, thinking the other would just drop it there.

Nagi might appear like he doesn’t care half of the time, but he sure was attentinve enough to know when his friend was feeling down. Interrogating him on the matter would probably make it worse, so what could he do to get Reo out of his funk?

He let out a long sigh, taking Reo’s hand into his own and inspecting it as if it were an intricate work of art. This caused the purple boy to fluster up a bit. “Umm, Nagi…? What are you doing?”.

“Just trying something…” mumbled the other. His apathetic face neverchanging. Reo could never tell what he was thinking in these situations, but nothing could’ve prepared him for what came next.

“ehEEK?! NAGI WHAHHAHAT?!” a sharp squeal made it’s way out of his throat. When he looked down at his hand, Nagi had blown a raspberry right against his palm and proceeded to nibble along the slender wrist. Nagi’s cat side was really showing now. “GYAHAHA! N-NAGIHIHI QUIT IHIHIT!!” Reo guffawed, kicking his legs out playfully at Nagi’s persistent nibbling.

He couldn’t tell what was more flustering: the tickling, Nagi’s lack of reaction, or the embarrassing sounds that kept spilling out of Reo’s mouth. Surely he mustv’ve gotten a few glances at this point. At the thought, his cheeks turned bright red. A stark contrast with his purple color palette.

Nagi blew a raspberry right against his wrist, causing Reo to double over and wheeze in laughter. His eyes were squeezed shut, slight tears prickling the corners. And his smile was so bright it could blind anyone in sight.

“AHAHAHA! NAGI PLEHEHE—“.

Once he noticed Reo having a hard time controlling his breathing, Nagi stopped, letting go of his hand. He observed the flushed face for a moment, really absorbing in the sight. It was pretty cute, he had to admit to himself. “So, feeling better now?”.

Once Reo managed to calm down, he had a hard time wiping that silly grin off his face. He didn’t know whether to be upset or thankful at Nagi. “I hate to admit ir but… yeah” he spoke sheepishly, the pink blush returning to his cheeks. Which only darkened when Nagi shot him a small smile of his own.

“Now I know what to do when you’re all sad…~”.

Reo felt his whole body tense up at the thought. The thought of making more of those ungodly sounds was so embarrassing, but it also felt nice to let loose…  Oh well, maybe Nagi’s playful side wasn’t so bad to deal with after all.

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#augtickletober2023 #tickletober2023 #blue lock #blue lock tickle #blue lock tickle fic #nagi seishiro #reo mikage #lee!reo #ler!nagi

[whyismangososour]

okay so after re-watching across the spiderverse for the third time (yes I have a problem shut up) I basically BOOKED it to the theater that was playing the miraculous movie and although I can barely understand a word of french the animation was expressive enough for me to still have some thoughts though I’m sure they are limited without proper access to the dialogue (so keep that in mind if you care about spoilers lol) anyway I need a place to put all this so here we go (in no particular order):

- I completely forgot this was a musical until the first song played and so did everyone else in the theater based off their groans of indignation

- basically every time they started singing the whole theater groaned very loudly and it almost got annoying but that could be cause I can’t judge the songs properly yet as I literally don’t understand them

- they also groaned and laughed a lot whenever adrien was getting emotional which????? made me annoyed because he’s one of the few boys in popular media who is shown to be soft and emotional as a strength and honestly the movie just turned it around and played it for jokes and it lowkey pissed me off

- they played careless whisper twice during scenes where adrien is simping too hard and a lot of people found it funny but I thought it was weird and uncomfortable but maybe that’s just me

- oh and about the songs whoever the singer is for Marinette does NOT sound like the regular speaking voice actor and it sticks out like a sore thumb

- again this could be because I’m missing out on the dialogue but I fear some people on tumblr were right when predicting this interpretation of Marinette :/ her only personality traits are being clumsy, being anxious, being bullied, being friendless, basically being like Bella Swan which no disrespect to Twilight fans but I MISSED my Marinette :( the thing I love most about her is how absolutely batshit insane she is and how good of a leader she is and how even the things this movie portrays are almost coded like ADHD and an actual anxiety disorder in the show not just an “uwu sad I’m not like other girls” trait

- also while I’m complaining I’m so sad they didn’t delve more into some of the side characters from the show like I would’ve loved for the movie to focus on the OG team of Carapace, Rena Rouge, Queen Bee with the main two or even just if it has a side plot with Luka or something it would’ve been nice but I also kinda get it because a movie has significant less time than a show to go into stuff like that

- also Alya and Nino’s relationship was so botched too because Nino is like a blubbering mess around her which??? the whole point of their relationship is how Nino realizes he likes and then loves Alya because he DOESN’T stutter around her like he did when he had a crush on Marinette and it’s supposed to provide this parallel to Marinette to show how being in a relationship can be steady and calm but whatever I guess we don’t care about any of the side characters now

- anyway Tikki raps at one point and for that alone I think Jeremy Zag should be arrested

- GABRIEL HAD LONG HAIR WHEN HE WAS YOUNG AND HE LOOKS SO STUPIDLGJF

- someone on Letterboxd called Adrien a wattpad bad boy again idk if that’s true cause I didn’t understand the dialogue but pls keep it in mind as you watch it

- a lot of people are praising the animation and on the one hand I think it’s earned because oh my god the action scenes are BEAUTIFUL but on the other hand the characters sometimes have this weird flat, lifeless vibe to them like a character from an illumination movie and idk it was weird

- granted the flat lifeless vibe could’ve been from the weird editing there was such a lack of establishing shots for so many scenes it made me disoriented about where a character was or what they were doing

- also the director refuses in every scene with Marinette and Alya talking to frame them in any interesting environments or angles ever it’s always the same flat and boring shot where they face the front like a sit com character

- anyway the third act was the best because it’s basically all actions scenes and it looks fucking fantastic 😌

- THE AKUMAS WERE SO GREAT I LOVED SEEING THEM EVERUTIME THEY WERE ON SCREEN AHHHHHFH

- even Gabriel looked less ugly in his Hawkmoth mask believe it or not

- I think there’s a chance ladynoir stans might have a good time with this cause there’s a lot of scenes with that dynamic even if it is offset by musical numbers

- sometimes the animation for musical numbers was very very or pretty and sometimes it felt pretty corny which

- made me think that this could’ve been a better 2D animated film since they’re clearly trying to pull a Disney 2.0 Electric Boogaloo with this film (but I might be biased since I had just watched across the spiderverse for the third time like 3 minutes before watching this)

- but they never delved into any of the world building like ever :/ like they never really show anything about how the powers work so nothing is ever established and they don’t even show all the powers!!!! Marinette doesn’t even use her lucky charms once!!!!! wtf dude

- when Marinette meets Adrien for the first two seconds it’s cute but quickly I got annoyed because they didn’t have her start off disliking him because she thinks he’s like Chloe like they did in the show and I feel like that’s such an important part of their relationship that they just completely ignored

- sorry adrienette stans most of their scenes are just lumped together in a montage lmao

- rip stans for other sides of the lovesquare they don’t get any screen time I’m sorry y’all

-although the end scene being presumedly a school dance is dumb and cliche and way too American for a French movie I did love Marinette’s dress I think it’s very beautiful (though buggachat’s ballgown in beau is still my favorite)

- I swear to god I think the animators made a reference to the joker dancing on stairs scene in one of gabriel’s musical numbers but I could’ve imagined it it was so quick

- also the ending felt very weird maybe I’m too used to fandom interpretations where Gabriel and Adrien being revealed to each other is super angsty lmao but it really did feel too happy of an ending like I genuinely don’t know if this is realistic for the characters

- or maybe it is but it’s just realistic for worse versions of the characters !!! because although this could be cause I missed all the dialogue but I swear gabriel doesn’t come off as abusive as he is in the show he just kinda gives off the vibe of a regular bad father which is super lame because that’s another part of the show that I think is super interesting

- also I swear to god I think the themes of emotional maturity and processing your emotions in general are just??? not there???? I’ll have to update y’all after I watch it in English but I swear???????????

- this really does just feel like a miraculous version of the mario movie it’s like all the life of the original is sucked out of it and is replaced by hollow references and an implication that the audience already understands everything because they watched the show so the filmmakers don’t have to explain anything which??? bad film makers bad *sprays with a water bottle*

- and listen I get that it’s an adaptation and it’s not possible for it to include EVERYTHING from the show but I was at least hoping for the same heart and/or a different take on the concept but that’s not what this felt like it felt too cheap and corporate and american (derogatory) to even really try

anyway those are just my thoughts and opinions and I am very open to all of them changing once I watch this in a language I actually fully understand but until then WATCH ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE (unless you have light sensitivity issues then pls don't cause I don't want you to die ily) ok I’m gonna go shower now bye

#miraculous #Miraculous Ladybug #miraculous awakening #miraculous movie #miraculous awakening spoilers

[deviliciousnavy]

Alrighty!! Time for part 2 of Monkie Kid season 3 special talk for ep 3 and 4!! This time gonna talk in general rather than in order of the events.

🚨SPOILERS AHEAD!🚨

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Well for starters Macaque was ICONIC here!! Also adorablex3 From his expressions to his redemption (which we'll prob see more of next season x3) I LITERALLY DIED WHEN I SAW HIM TIED UP LIKE OMG MY BOY XDDDD also don't get me started on how gentle he was with lbd's host. WELCOME TO THE DAD SQUAD MY MAN!!

Edit: I totally forgot to add the "hero and warrior" part huh? ^^' that was also one of the best parts of the episode! The fact that Macaque kept saying "I'm not a hero" because he doesn't SEE himself as one. So MK sees what this is about and tells him to be a warrior! That hit so hard it killed me qwq and his face while MK said that it looked so puuuure TwT (I'll also like to add the amazing moment with both of them transforming at the same time they looked so cooooooolx33)

I'll also gonna go ahead and say I DIED from the dragonfruit content we got like, "don't you give up on me dragon girl!" I JUST CAN'T!! He was so worried the entire time for MeiTwT AND HE GRABBED HER BY THE CHEEKS! NOT EVEN THE SHOULDER THE CHEEKS!! AND HE CALLED HER BY NAME! HE HASN'T CALLED ALMOST ANYONE BY NAME!! and then the hug at the end omG I'M GONNA CRY!!! He was leaning on her tooooo QwQ the shippers ate good those 2 days UwU

Let's also talk about the interactions we had with Macaque and Wukong cause I honestly loved every second of it! I'll be real I don't really ship it, I mostly see them as a sibling dynamic. I was super excited with the fight scene and the fact that we had some parallels from their first fight!! (now if that was on purpose for us to talk about or to make the animation quicker idcUwU) I'll add here the fact that we FINALLY got to see the monkey king use his freaking laser eyes!! I seriously got hyped there!! X3 and then we go towards the end with them bickering like the bros they are XDD it was super adorable and it killed me how cute and funny it was! I also appreciate how they didn't go with saying "I'm nothing like him" at the same time, making it more realistic!

Now going to the epic final fight!! It was truly a sight to behold!! The way we got everyone helping out was just beautiful!! And the animation was the cherry on top!!

I also wanna give some spotlight to our villain here! It's really cool that we got some backstory at the start of the 3rd ep. And you have no idea how I screamed when we got a reference from the original journey to the west, where lbd transformed into a young girl, an old lady, and an old man afterwards! I can't help but get excited when they do things like that!!! We also got more about the mayor! And how apparently he AIN'T one of the corrupted/ possest people and how apparently he also ages old! But the fact that we don't know wat happened to him after the defeat of lbd kinda concerns me... And talking about defeat, while I did want her ded after what she did to my boy, I kinda felt bad to how done she was afterwards, how she had accepted her "destiny" hehe... Also with what she said to MK about their pursuit always leading to pain I can't help but think we in for sth more angsty than what we got now sooooo... Ready ur tissues next season and let's pray that they get a little break before that qwq.

Finally! Leaving my fav part for the end! MK and Wukong!(this one is gonna be longerxD) This whole situation started because monkey king decided to deal with lbd alone to protect the others.(and mostly MK let's be realUwU) I can't imagine what both monkey king AND MK were dealing with after lbd's cheap shot with possessing the king. The first time Wukong tried to attack MK he got saved last minute by Macaque! The 2nd time Wukong manage to break control for a few seconds thanks to MK!! Not only did he not hurt him, but he even threw him out of the way to make sure he doesn't end up doing sth worse to the kid!! 3rd time saved by Macaque AGAIN! (TY MY EMO MONKEY!!) And thank GOD the fourth time was the last, and our king finally broke free thanks to MK's trust!! And talking about trust, that's what I love about them. During the whole special, MK believed in The king, he knew that he was fighting for control! He trusted him so much that during the 4th attempt to hit MK, he didn't flinch! He knew Wukong was heading towards him and he didn't turn his head for a second nor did he try to defend! Giving Wukong the strength he needed to break free! (God the hug after that was adorable qwq)

And not just MK, Monkey king also trusts in MK's strength! When the kid went to confront lbd Wukong was the one who stopped the others from interfering. Trusting that MK was more than capable on handling the situation!

And during the end, the whole apology scene was everything I wanted to see! At first I thought MK was gonna be the one to start the conversation, but I'm really happy that Monkey king approached him instead. He was aware that he messed up and that he could obviously tell that the kid was still somewhat upset about it. He knows he's a bad mentor and honestly idk why people expect him to be amazing at it.

This is the monkey king we're talking about! The same guy that made an entire mess up in the celestial realm cause he wanted to be called "great sage equal to heaven". He still has a long way to go to be able to learn how to properly teach but he will try! He's trying for his kid. It's good that they finally got the time to talk about it cause that will make their bond even stronger now!(also the fact that he said "I'm sorry MK" and not bud is so sweet qwq) Honestly I'm a big sucker for parent-child relationships especially when they play it right and when the characters are to die for x3

I really can't wait to see what the future has in store for them in the next season ( and hopefully the one after that pls qwq)

#monkie kid season 3 #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #Lmk #lego monkie kid spoilers #monkie kid spoilers #Spoilers #lmk mk #lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong #lmk monkey king #lmk lbd #lmk lady bone demon #lmk mayor #lmk mei #lmk red son #lmk dragonfruit #This is honestly one of the best shows I've seen qwq

[mainblogitis]

If I'm writing again everyone has to suffer. Have this lil think i thought of while high as balls last night uwu if u guys who see it like it ill make a fanfic or smthn.

anyway here's a belphie x reader teehee

warnings: death mention, not really detailed but MC death, lesson 16 spoilers, i think there's a few curse words? anything else that needs tagged PLEASe tell me i literally wrote this without even thinking i

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For longer than he could ever remember, Belphegor knew that he had hated humans. The very thought of the species as a whole brought about an insufferable anger, one that consumed his very being and wrung itself into every waking moment of his life. How dare such a fragile species, one that was thousands of times weaker than him in every single aspect he could conjure up in his mind, take away his beloved family? How dare they be the reason for his downfall? For thousands of years he had longed for nothing more than the fresh crimson that filled their veins to coat his hands.

Upon the news of an exchange program, he had been filled with rage. Demons, angels... and humans? Uniting? Ha, how foolish of his prince to believe that there could ever be alliance between the three realms! He knew of the selfish nature humans held, the way they would give up anything but themselves. And how was he repaid for his attempts to warn the world? He was locked up! In his own home, by his own brother none the less. Sometimes, Belphegor believed Lucifer to be even worse than humans...

But when he saw them, his chance to leave his lonely prison in the attic and end humanity as well as be with his brothers once more...Belphie knew just what to do. So, of course, he concocted a plan to get himself out. Every time MC visited he got one step closer to his freedom, so it only made sense that he show just how grateful he was to his "savior" the moment he was free.

So why did it feel so bad to finally get what he wanted?

As MC lay in Mammon's arms with the last bit of light leaving their eyes, Belphie was supposed to feel happy. He had killed a human- even if it was just one, it was the start to feeling like he was avenging Lilith...so why did it hurt? His chest hurt, tears stung at his eyes no matter how hard he tried to blink them away. If he was supposed to be happy...why was he so upset?

He wished he could move. His mind screamed at his limbs in an attempt to get them to move, to reach out for MC, anything that he could to get some semblance of closer. One stiff step was the best he could do to get closer before Mammon's head shot up to look at him.

He had never seen his older brother so broken before...

"Stay away, you- you MONSTER!" Mammon all but screamed at him, the hurt evident in his voice. His face was red, eyes brimming with tears that cascaded down his face like waterfalls. The glare that his own brother pointed at him...it would be a moment that he never forgot for the rest of his extended, if not immortal, life.

"I-"

"You what? You fucked up? Yeah, you did! You did Belph- you only thought of yourself, of the fact that you had been hurting because of Lilith's death, and you didn't think that maybe, just maybe, the fact that Lilith died for a human was because she loved them and not because of the fact that they killed her! You didn't even stop to think of the fact that maybe we can love and care for someone with every fiber of our being as well! No, you only thought of yourself and your petty little grudge. An-and now, you murdered someone who wasn't even involved with anything you could have ever have been upset over! We loved them, and you killed them! Even for a demon, you're fucking vile!"

The words that spilled from Mammon's mouth stung. He was right. This wasn't MC's fault, none of his history ever had been. He knew that.

Mammon's cried grew louder the moment the body in his arms dissipated into thin air, and as much as Belphie wanted to comfort his brother he knew this was no moment for him to interject.

As the tears that had been brimming his eyes began to spill Belphegor snapped his head to the side to avoid letting his brothers see his tears. But when his eyes were met with MC's- he screamed.

All six of his brothers turned their heads to look at where he stood, only to follow his gaze and be met with the surreal sight of the human they had come to love.

"MC?"

"Uh...hi?"

The voice that left their mouth- this had to be a dream. But they looked so real, it filled Belphie with an overbearing sense of relief, of joy. They were okay! They were here, and alive, and breathing- the tears came down tenfold, and that was when he realized.

He had fallen for the human who had granted him his freedom, and now he would never be able to have them. But at this point, how could he care?

At least they were alive.

#belphegor x reader #belphie x reader #obey me x reader #obey me #obey me! shall we date? #obey me swd #mammon #mammon obey we #belphegor obey me #belphie obey me

[mirahuyooo]

Hello, yes, I'm here to stake my claim on #14 please~~ with Jiminie, in a college au, sorta strangers to future lovers, loosely based on Enchanted by my queen T-Swift 🥰🥰

And here I made you a moodboard just cause 😘😘

CONGRATS BABE I LOVE YOU 🥹🥹🥹

014. Please don’t be in love with someone else + park jimin 

— Park Jimin can't possibly be real. 

word count: 1,230 contents: fLUFF sO FLUFFY, ROMANCE, wallflower YN with It boy jimin, paired in a project trope, everyone has a crush on jimin (and that’s a FACT 👏), kind of a song fic uwu (alexa play Enchanted by Taylor Swift), miss yn shooting her shot rawr, College AU, Strangers (kinda) to Lovers pairing: park jimin x reader

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A/N: JAYYYYY!!! ILY2 💖👄💖✨ Thank you so much for joining AND FOR THE MOOD BOARD TOO KAJSDKJASD I hope you like this one 😭💕💓💞 i nearly got carried away lmao enjoy!!

Let it be known that, while you were not one to simp, you understand the craze over the campus it boy, Park Jimin—the awestruck stares that follow him as he walks by, the giggling gossip that always manages to reach even you, or the line of people that try to get close to him. You suppose a big part of it is his pretty face with a soft, gentle image that he knows well how to contrast with an occasional sultry, jaw-dropping look. 

All you've ever done, however, is look respectfully and appreciatively from far away. You were far too swamped attempting to balance your college workload, your job, and your meager social life to ever dare give a go at the competitive waters that surround Park Jimin himself—let alone speak directly to him. 

That is, of course, until you got paired with him for a project, yourself. 

Before then, the two of you had belonged to different crowds, and yet, in spite of the daggered stares of his little fanclub following you around, you've been spending a few weeks completing a paper with the beloved Park Jimin. 

Current verdict? Park Jimin can't possibly be real. 

Even the fluorescent lights, which usually make things dull in the classroom, softly grazes his blond locks, forming some sort of halo around him that you couldn’t really complain about. In your blessed eyes, Jimin very much looked like a cherub and he’s very much an angel, too! Oh to have a classmate as reliable and kind as Jimin for every project! You’d willingly stay and repent in this hellhole. 

Okay, okay. Maybe your crush on him got a whole lot worse.

A blinding, sweet smile comes your way as the students file out of the lecture hall by the time the period ends. "You did great, (Y/N)!" Jimin beams as he jogs over from his row to yours, where you were occupied with gathering your things. "We handled that presentation well, didn't we?"

Ah, there it was—the bittersweet end to this whole fiasco. Just minutes ago, the two of you stood before the class and reported your findings for the paper, though you could tell most of the class only ever really paid attention to Jimin’s half instead of yours. 

Still, your heart races to have him approaching you, but you miraculously manage a smile back—or did it come out a grimace? "You did great, too," you tell him, truthful in every sense of the word as you nearly sing praises of his behavior while the two of you exit the classroom. "I've truly been blessed to have you as my partner for this."

At your words, the It boy’s eyes disappear into crescents from his smile, one soon obscured by his hand and oh God, is Park Jimin blushing right now?

Frankly, it surprises you that, in spite of Jimin’s near superstar popularity in the campus, he’s still susceptible to praises and compliments from certain people. Heck, he's a prince charming himself!  

By the time you two make it to the grounds, Jimin gives you a gentle nudge to the side. "Do you need a lift?" he asks, knowing well from the past weeks that both of your schedules end at this time. He’s given you plenty of rides before, but while yes, you’d love a ride home, for the sake of your sanity;

"You don't have to," you bashfully decline, adjusting the strap of your bag as you nod towards the bus stop. "I'll manage."

Ever the gentleman, Jimin doesn’t let you go home alone if he can help it.  "Nonsense," he insists, linking his arms as he invites you over to the parking lot where his car awaits. "C'mon."

You sigh, though not so begrudgingly, as you follow suit. 

Curse your weakness for pretty boys. 

As usual, there’s a comfortable silence that settles between you and Jimin, the air filled only with the songs that play through the radio. The next song that spins is a familiar one, and you stiffen upon hearing the lyrics. It embodies your situation a little bit too well for you to fully function in the midst of this car ride. God damn it, Taylor Swift! Not now!

Would he even want to go on a date with someone like me anyways?

"Here we are," Jimin softly smiles, definitely not making things easier for you. 

Right, time to get off. "Thanks again for driving me home," you gratefully tell him, shoving your mushy feelings back as you unbuckle your seatbelt. 

“Oh, wait!” 

Shocked and bewildered by his sudden exclamation, you watched as Jimin quickly got out of his own seat just to go around the car and open the door to yours. “My lady,” he playfully bows as he holds out a hand for you to take. Your eyes look owlish as you stare between him and his hand, and yet you found the gall in you to take it, butterflies coming to life in an instant upon feeling his skin on yours. Whattheheckisthis?!

Okay, okay. Maybe you have more than just a crush on this guy.

The last thing on your mind right now is going home, because maybe, just maybe, you might have a chance here. “Jimin?” you timidly call his name, wondering if he could feel your palms sweating. 

He squeezes your hand—squeezes it!—and tilts his head. "Yeah?"

Fuck it.

You take your hand out of his hold to gather some of your bearings. "I know we're not going to be hanging out more now that we're done with the paper but," you swallow thickly, hoping to catch your breath. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the movies with me this weekend?"

"Ooh, like a date?" Jimin teasingly wiggles his eyebrows at you, arms coming to rest at his hips. 

The visible blush that spreads like wildfire across your cheeks shocks Jimin into a stop, much so when you begin hesitating between a nod and shake of your head. He, too, becomes flustered—the two of you becoming tomatoes in the middle of the sidewalk. 

Jimin takes a deep breath to calm himself down, as he runs a hand through his blond locks. "Actually…"

Oh no. While part of you prepares for the rejection, the song from before also comes into fruition as you, too, find yourself becoming just as wishful, because in spite of Park Jimin having a lot of other options than a wallflower like you, the chances are never quite zero, right?

Please don't be in love with someone else.

Please don't be in love with someone else.

Please don't be in lo—

The shy glance he steals and the uncontrollable smile on his lips melt you first before his words could, shining so blindingly your mind goes blank. "I've been meaning to ask you that myself," Jimin says, to your utter shock, before putting on a playful pout on his plump lips. "And for the record, I didn't plan on stopping my interactions with you, you know."

"Really?" you dumbfoundedly ask the It boy, who only gives you a bashful nod. You suppose you'll have to get more answers on the weekend. "It's a date, then?"

There’s an angel that smiles back at you, eyes twinkling and almost as giggly as the girls that fawn over him. "It's a date." 

#happy 4 years to me writing shit <3 #ily jay uwu #bts au #bts college au #bts strangers to lovers au #bts imagines #bts drabbles #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts writing #park jimin x reader #park jimin imagines #park jimin drabbles

[wawawawawawawawawawawawawa]

hiiiiiiii we havent sent you any asks for some time. mostly because kanra didnt front much

[idk if you can recognize us after all the url changes]

ereyesterday our their of pissed suggested getting into an outpatient psychward and told us to think about it. and silver[headmate] made a post on the tumbler saying that this could be a bad idea because somewhat recently i made a hole in a wall and less than a week ago Lyra messed up a cupboard. as if we're the only ones who on occasion damage stuff when angered. this is literally so mean for no reason.

also. a few months ago shinra had an accident with a knife. and we got a fun new 1 inch long scar and possibly a little bit of nerve damage or something. and we were supposed to get some reminder tetanus shot around a month after that since i had no idea when was my previous tetanus shot. and i uhhhhhhh didn't get it since i'm scared of doctors, and it would probably seem quite weird if i went to a doctor about this now

also im sorta balding but. scared of doctors so cant do anything about that

last sunday i was in some social studies class or some other shit. and the teacher said something about how lgbt people were never oppressed in this country. which is a very bold thing to say as someone living in a country in which like a quarter of the area declared itself a "lgbt free zone" and only calmed down a little when the european onion told them that that's probably illegal. and i decided to argue with the teacher a bit. one of the things she said was that sometimes there's dudes in pup masks on pride parades, which invokes disgust and thus should be banned, and. idk why but i kinda expected teachers to have a bit more common sense than 14 year old twitter users. also i came to school wearing a spiked dog collar on a regular basis. [for reasons unrelated to kink.]

well. good thing i'm failing every single one of my classes lmao. at least i won't be invoking disgust in fragile old ladies

also. i just met a doggy and he was very niceys. very soft and friendly. and polite also.

- toby

HOW COULD I NOT RECOGNIZE U MY BESTIE IN CHRIST <3 u changed ur url a binch of times but ur icon remained the same sdlfndnfkjsnsdf so i was able to keep track!

i however do not understand a single word of that first paragraph. if u want my advice, DO NOT. FUCKING GO. TO A PSYCH WARD!!!!! idfc Who it helped, it hurts a lot more than it helps, theres NO WAY to tell which psych wards are good and which are shit. no really let me go thru them all rn:

REFERRALS: most professionals that work in different offices do not know each other on a personal level and may never hear of their bad stories. a doctor that was the chillest coolest doctor id ever met referred me to a psychiatrist that sucked fucking ass shit. there is no way to know for sure

GOOGLE REVIEWS: im gonna b real i dont trust some of those mfs. you seen the guys that go into psych wards? a lot of mentally ill people r internalizers and just accept whatever happens to them, and even if they arent, society looks down on the mentally ill SO MUCH that they could b told "you deserve this bc ur crazy" and due to all this societal gaslighting, theyd agree

REVIEWS ON OTHER WEBSITES: same thing lol

why is this so important? because you cannot Fucking leave a psych ward. an outpatient ward yeah you can leave, but ive been to both in and outpatient and they excert the same level of bullshit control over their patients. in outpatient, one of the therapist told me "you are not mentally ill" and made me cry lol. she MEANT to mean it in a "you're not mentally ill, you're ~suffering from a mental illness~ uwu dont let ur disorder define you" kinda way, but that concept was introduced in therapy..... two days after she told me this. like hello? and then she tried to spin it as like, it was a problem with Me i.e. My PTSD Was Triggered and not She Is Dog Shit At Timing The Explaining Of Concepts.

this place also invited my abuser into group therapy even after me incessantly telling them "this is my abuser, she will use all this against me" and yeah guess what she did immidiatley after lol

dont go to wards.

WRT THE KNIFE: damn :0 thats insane dude, hopefully the nerve damage will heal but from experience its gonna take like, a few years at minimum lmao. i had a Knife Incident involving my pinky and the nerve damage was so bad that i couldnt hold scissors w my pinky in the scissor loop thing but evenchually it got better but it took like 4 years. if the knife was clean and not rusty ur risk of tetanus is pretty low i THINK, do not quote me on this. if ur scared of doctors, look into if ur pharmacy offers tetanus shots! some pharmacies have vaccinations other than flu and covid (which i need 2 get lol rip) so u might be able to get one THERE and not see A Doctor about it!

u dont need a doctor for the balding. minoxidil my dear boy, its at walmart, its the stuff thats in rogaine. you want "minoxidil 5%" thats whats in rogaine, theres "minoxidil 3%" thats For Girls but idk ive never heard of anyone having a problem w it. IT IS TOXIC TO CATS THOUGH IT IS VERY VERY TOXIC TO CATS IF YOU HAVE A CAT DO NOT LET THEM FUCKING TOUCH YOU OR RUB ON YOU UNTIL IT DRIES ok? :) id google more if i were u but boom. problem solved. i am the doctor now

"dog masks invoke disgust and should be banned" babygirl disgust is subjective and like, someone could use that logic to ban whatever YOU like, or Are. maybe someone is really disgusted by lil old ladies bc the wrinkles look gross as fuck to them. should we quarrantine the grandmas?

also lol at the dig against 14 year old internet puritans and then surprise surprise guess what happened on This Very Blog while this ask was sitting n collecting dust!! i gotta b on my best behavior bc theres a nonzero chance that The Feds will be looking at this blog (did u know u dont report cybercrime to local police and instead theres a form on the fbi's website? Well Now You Know!) and that goes 4 all of u too. bart please be good..... for the love of GOD please be good....... please tell me yall know that simpsons scene

also also yay doggy!! was it a regular dog or a dude in a pup mask? either way very fun n cool!!!

#wasks #4 everyone else: im gonna turn asks back on but no anons for a lil while <3 #kanranon #missed u bestie!!!!! i was wondering when ud send another ask #tho ig ur not kanra ur toby sdjnksjdsndf but either way!! a message !!!

[fishy-xp]

KinnPorsche Ep 14 Brain Rot

yes it's a few days late because i watched it the day it came out at 4am and was stressed out by my law mid-term to process anything and just ended up wailing on my bedroom floor over literally everything.

in all honesty, this is the only important thing, everyone else go home

these whores were really going to fuck right in front of macau's sleeping salad huh. also he was eavesdropping????? macau what did you think about your brother referring to pete as a pet, speak into the mic my boy

spoilers uwu

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ahem

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i screamed when all the major brothers were finally together and they all had the same hand position with their fingertips touching

when chan sat down next to kinn and said someone poisoned korn, i was lowkey gearing up for kinn to go 'yeah that was you, the betrayal must die *shoots chan* and like that would have been devastating but also amazing, idk i am still on my 'if daddy chan was the mole, i'd abandon everyone to support him'

kinn needs to give that one executive member of the table who kept defending him a raise okay

i need to know what that one minor family grandpa's deal is, what is his background, where did he come from, where did he go where did ya come from cotton eye joe

chan speaking english AS IF HE COULDN'T GET ANY HOTTER

something about the way they executed chan's 'death' (death in brackets because i am holding onto hope that chan and big are still alive) was so good, they really did him justice, the man just casually takes out a cigarette and gets one last breath in, URGHHHH WELL DONE PRODUCTION TEAM

what i said about the minor family treating their bodyguards better? i take that all back, gun is just as abusive and vegas doesn't give a flying shit as he uses them as human shields and this wasn't unexpected, but i am disappointed (do better, i say to the violent, abusive minor family)

i can't even begin to describe the way my heart broke when pol got shot, i was like the one time he decides to bodyguard, he DIES? AIN'T NO WAY, SAY SIKE RIGHT NOW. thank fuck he was alive because i would have been an unconsolable mess if he died

kinn really got horny after porsche said he was on his side, i hate his ass ohmygod i hate his dumb stupid dick thinking cavebrain

MS ERIKA? YOU ARE THE ONLY BITCH I RESPECT IN THIS HOUSE

chan and kim being the only ones able to take down an overwhelming gaggle of men by themselves is SO SEXY, I almost forgot who my favourite theerapanyakul was for a second because i was so enamoured by kim. kim's inclination towards violence and his combat skill makes me think that chan definitely had a hand in raising him when he was younger (actual daddy chan) and he did a better job of raising kim then korn which is why kim understood he needed to gtfo out of that house. kim knew his dad wasn't dead, the look he shared with chan says it all. kim doesn't need a bodyguard protecting him because chan taught him to be his own bodyguard. and when he did, chan sent big, his most trusted bodyguard

i can't prove it but i feel it in my belly that kim is just as sadistic, violent and obsessive as vegas and i need that evil kim SO BADLY

bro gun? he's actually kind of fine with his little silk scarves. idk something about young flashback gun in his denim and silk scarves being a pathetic bitch really got to me.

arm and tankhun home-alone-ing their way into the shoot out is just so in character, i hate and love them for that

pete punching vegas, tis very therapeutic - how very danyok from not me of you

sometimes i think kinn would have a very hard time choosing between his father and porsche, and i would love for that to be the main conflict of season 2 (and then season two ends with korn dying fucking finally (though i love him and his dumb sweaters))

'vegas, from now, i'll be taking care of you and macau' - nah you taking care of them is either killing them or torturing them, i don't trust you a single bit sweater grandpa. to me, this line was more threatening than absolutely anything. vegas unconditionally loves his father despite the abuse but he has no love for his uncle and he knows, from one master manipulator to the other, korn would only hurt him and macau. he would chain them and cage them and even though vegas was already leashed by his father, at least he had some sense of freedom as the heir of the minor family. he would be nothing under the 'care' of korn. korn would devastate them.

'because i'm hungry' - *UNCONTROLLABLE SCREAMING*

vegaspete really have that dark gothic obsession where they'd set the world on fire to keep the other warm. the way pete shot that bodyguard completely unhinged (someone mentioned what if it was arm, porsche or pol, and i wholeheartedly believe pete would still have shot whoever it was) and the way he wailed, holding and nuzzling into vegas' unconscious body. that wailing truly sounded like a child/pet, someone who loves so purely and wholeheartedly, a good pet mourning his fallen master THE THINGS BIBLEBUILD FUCKING DID TO VEGASPETE IS UNMATCHED

porsche immediately thinking kinn's present was a dicking, i hate his dumb stupid horny thinking cavebrain

the serious stuff (feel free to skip because i like to keep my posts light-hearted but i really wanna say somethings about the finale)

a/n: my tone here is very harsh but i want to make super clear that this is not an attack on the writers, the producers or the actors. this is purely what i wanted out of a fictional story and fictional characters!!

i absolutely hate the ending that porsche became the head of the minor family. firstly, it is rightfully vegas' and i know vegas would do a good job business-wise and internally. the minor family is still a mafia family and i don't believe porsche has the ruthlessness kinn and vegas possess. i love porsche and i do think he is competent as a bodyguard but as a businessman and head figure, absolutely not. something about him being the minor family head just makes him more like a trophy wife to kinn and the major family, and it doesn't sit right with me at all. to me, porsche and kinn are not on equal standing, porsche is still kinn's minor. i want porsche equalised with kinn.

i also don't see any indication porsche wanted this position other than just to be more than kinn's lover and so there wouldn't be a rouge cousin trying to kill kinn at every turn. he's also essentially forced into this position by korn. and the fact porsche accepted, whatever his reasons, the power still resides with korn. korn now controls both families, he controls porsche because he controls kinn who still is a daddy's boy. this decision benefits korn way more than porsche or kinn.

i also didn't like how kinn had like zero badass moments during the shootout. he was basically thrown around like a confused sack of potatoes from not knowing if porsche was on his side, to vegas almost killing him, to porsche's mum being alive and his dad keeping it a secret, to his dad and uncle having some past that his dad definitely lied about, to his dad shooting his uncle, to pete confessing and resigning. like kinn literally had no idea about anything and it kind of strips away his badassery we saw in Ep 1 and i hate it. he seriously had no agency and as one of the titular characters, he definitely needed a better role/storyline in that shootout because he seemed like a backgroud character. vegas seriously needs to teach kinn how to manipulate, mansplain and murder (he's got the manwhore part down though thankfully).

things i need in season 2

big and chan aren't dead

they bring back perth in anyway, i need him

whilst i'll probably be receptive to any cute new characters they throw in (me and my dumb stupid horny dick-thinking cavebrain), i so badly want nodt, perth and peter back in the cast and i don't care how. i don't think they can play such beloved (as cast members, not as characters because ken was definitely not beloved lmao) and pivotal roles in the series and then not be in the second season. please beoncloud bring back my bodyguards T~T

season two is more mafia than romance focused, i need a deep dive into all of the main bodyguards, into pete, his childhood, his grandma (vegas must meet the grandma), obligatory bl beach episode is pete taking macau and vegas to his island. how did pol become a bodyguard like literally, HOW? arm is blacklisted by several government agencies because he kept hacking into them and was only saved from jail if he worked for the major family. arm is secretly as op as dilf chan but he is a lazy piece of shit so he opted to care for tankhun instead and go along with the crazy because he'd rather watch series than deck a bitch. ken, why did he choose the minor family, how did he infiltrate the major family, WAS HE FUCKING VEGAS AS WELL ON THE SIDE?!??!?!?! big, how did he come to be a bodyguard, when and how did he fall in love with kinn, did he love ken too or maybe chan???? give us our literal ghostships beoncloud *holds knife* chan, why is he so great, why is he so hot, why is he so daddy <333

MORE MACAU SCREENTIME, MACAU PORCHAY BESTIE AGENDA, MACAU LOVE INTEREST MACAUMACAUMACAU

kim becomes increasingly unhinged and obsessive and i don't care if porchay is into that BECAUSE I AM

vegas and porsche team up to overthrow korn because fuck korn and then porsche willing gives up the minor family ring to vegas because I am still on my vegasporsche bestie agenda and we finally, FINALLY, get vegaskinn being the ass-eating, shooting-stabbing power duo family they were always meant to be and life is good.

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[lovelywingsart]

Nightmare

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --

Sorry for long time in between Survival AU stories...!! QuQ I've got two in progress I haven't finished yet, bit this one DID get finished in the meantime; so here, a bit of 'slice-of-life' in the d-.... night of Heisenberg?

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Oh boy.

//I may put out a few regular timeline stories and all in between the Survival AU just to keep things moving...! I'm trying to finish what I can, when I can. QuQ This one may be a bit 'short', but I also wrote it relatively quickly. The German was given with assistance from a friend of mine, who is also a Cog!~ uwu//

**Remember, check out the Masterlist for more! <3**

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*Warnings?: Nightmare scene- 'betrayal', 'death', horror visuals; panic, small injury, comfort

Summary: Heisenberg doesn't sleep much. When he does, his own 'dreams' are often plagued with nightmares and terrors... And it doesn't get any better when someone else is thrown into the mix.

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He ran.

He ran as fast as his legs could take him, his breaths coming in wheezing gasps as his shoulders heaved and lungs begged for air.

He had to find her... he had to find her and make sure she was safe.

The Lycans had gone awol, invading and tearing up everything they could get their hands on. He tried his best to fend them off, but they were quick to overwhelm them in sheer numbers he had never seen before in all his years. And through it all, she had run. It was unlike her, especially in their own home... A home she proved to be willing to fight to the death to defend. It worried him enough to back down, and so he chased after her to find an escape. He ran through the halls of the familiar area; but it changed as soon as he got down below.

Instead of the glorious monument of a factory, he was met with a long corridor he recognized as small storage for some of the Soldat creations, though there was nothing in the holes they were supposed to be in. He only seemed to pause in shock, looking around with a frantic confusion that only made him dart forward again for a few seconds.

His movements suddenly became slow only a few feet in, and he looked down to find the ground covered in reddish black muck that covered his boots and stuck to his pants with every step he took. But he pressed forward, even as the hall behind him began to darken and swirl, making the air heavy enough for him to struggle to breath moreso than he already was. It wasn't long until the darkness caught up, and it took even less time for it to cover his vision ahead- but he could still see the end of it from a single figure appearing from the small brightness that remained.

It was her... he could see her. He could see her at the end of the containment hallway, like a light in the darkness that started to consume everything behind him, the single golden eye shining like honey in the sun. He felt an instant relief wash over him, feeling as if the weight of the darkness had begun to lift, and he smiled.

He opened his mouth to call to her, but noticed quickly that no sound came out.

His brows knit in confusion- he could swear he FELT the words leave his mouth... and she certainly reacted as if they did, turning to face him fully with her own calm smile; but he heard nothing. Not just himself, but the entirety of the area was deathly silent despite small movements all around him. There was nothing but the deafening silence and the beating of his own heart seeming to make the ground beneath him pulse.

He ran forward to greet her eagerly, however, wishing to escape and run into the light he saw. But he froze mid step mere feet away as small black spots around her neck caught his eye, slowly emerging and growing into thick black mold tendrils. A cold shot of fear made his stomach lurch to bile in his throat, nearly making him double over as jet black feathers began to expand behind her, and the sound of a cold laughter began to echo across what he slowly began to notice were the now not-so-barren walls. He forced himself to look around him as his surroundings changed once again. All around him were red lights- his own goddamn creations- that gave an eerie red glow to the hall that seemed as if it began to expand with more black muck covering the floor. It wasn't until he focused back on his assistant that the black tendrils tightened around her neck, choking the life from her while travelling quickly down her arms and restraining her wrists. Her eye widened, the confused and pained look itself terrifying him enough to reach out.

As he did, however, the ground under him seemed to move, pulling him away as her own mouth opened-

And she screamed.

It was a shrill, high pitched and horrified noise that seemed to pierce through his skull. It was a noise that, he noticed, seemed to turn into a loud whirring the more it went on, only for a spray of blood to hit his face. He looked forward to see a massive familiar drill bit through her chest, the end of it containing what looked like a cadou attached to a still beating heart. He opened his mouth once more, letting out his own silent scream of anguish as the bright honey gold light faded, reaching for her frantically once more.

Even as the whirring still continued.

Even as the drill began to morph into a golden clawed hand.

Even as the hand proceeded to crush the heart and parasite with another cold laughter, as if killing the failure made the laughing being all the more joyful.

He was stopped as she was released of all binding and suddenly pushed to him, the hand disappearing with a flock of crows scattering behind her. He managed to move forward and catch her body, cradling it to his chest instantly as if to shield it from the birds that began clawing and pecking at his neck and shoulders. He could feel the tears streaming down his face as if they were acid as he looked down, only for his body to jerk as a sudden pain and pressure forced itself in his chest. He looked down in shock, his wheezing breaths and blurry vision just barely allowing him to see her own hand pierce between his ribs. Blood ran free from his chest and lips as he coughed, the red liquid staining her shirt as he looked at her in sheer terror;

Not one, but two eyes stared back at him from her face.

Two pale green, condescending eyes, joined instantly by a bloody, toothy smirk.

He couldn't move as she yanked her arm back, his own heart beating in the palm of her hand, now adorned with those familiar golden claws- golden claws that proceeded to crush the muscle as her own jaws opened, letting out the shrill laughter that echoed through what turned into a dark, dilapidated building with a large chair and a pew.

His own vision wavered as he screamed silently again, his throat feeling as if glass had been scraped throughout, spitting out blood over the now twisted face of the one he knew he held closest.

The one who, as his vision turned red and quickly black, began to sprout black feathers from her own back before yet another flock of crows descended to add to the first, targeting his chest and face as he kneeled, motionless despite his muscles spamming to fight them away.

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Heisenberg woke in the middle a guttural scream, thrashing hard enough to throw himself off the bed while tearing some of the sheets from his grip. Tears streamed down his face as he screamed back into a corner, flailing his arms as of to defend himself from the dream creatures he swore he still saw, though instead nearly destroying what was in the room in the first place. Scrap metal flew wildly as pulses of his power came in uneven bursts, embedding themselves into the walls while rushing past and slicing his skin if they got close.

His screams still persisted even as the door suddenly flew open, Emelia rushing in through the barrage of scraps that flew dangerously close.

"KARL!!!" She yelled, holding her arm up in defense of her face before dropping to her knees next to him to try and grab his face. "KARL, WAKE UP-"

"GEH WEG! WEG VON MIR!!!!" he screamed suddenly, his voice so loud it cracked. "WEG VON MIR, GEH- GEH WEG-"

She let out a surprised yelp as her arms were swatted away with enough force to bruise, but she persisted even as he repeated his words, the German harsh enough to ring in her ears. She forced herself closer, letting her Cadou harden her muscles as she grabbed at his hands.

"KARL, PLEASE!! IT'S ONLY ME!!!" She yelled desperately, trying to make him hear her through his own repetitive screaming.

She managed to grab his face again, nearly forcing him back into the wall.

"KARL! PLEASE-" She yelled again, though her grip eased as his thrashing began to slow.

His screams slowly turned into wailing sobs, his body shaking as he fought for breath through near hyperventilation. She still kept hold on his face, ignoring the scraps that hit her back as she nearly curled over him.

"PLEASE, Karl- Please-" she tried, lowering her voice slightly. "Please... It's only me. I promise it's only me... Please open your eyes, Karl-"

She pressed her hands to his cheeks slightly, dragging her thumbs along the skin to collect the still streaming tears. She felt as the metal lessened its impact against her back as his sobs lessened further, slowly and fearfully cracking open his eyes. His panicked breaths didn't stop as he finally managed to look at her, only to let out a scared yelp and back himself into the corner more. She shook her head and kept her hands at his face, rubbing his jaw and clearing what she could of tears while shushing him gently.

"It's only me..." she repeated again, her voice near pleading, glancing at his hands as they lowered slowly.

His eyes were wide now, staring at her with what she found quickly to be a form of absolute terror she never quite knew possible from him. It sent a cold shot through her system, and it took all she had not to start crying, herself.

"It's alright... It's me..." she shushed quietly, hearing some of the scraps hit the floor as his power lessened further.

One by one the pieces fell, until there was complete silence save for his ragged breathing and the sound of distant machinery.

His body trembled still, even as she held him, watching her face as if to make sure it wouldn't change on him.

She said nothing more, only calming him further with touches to his face and gentle shushes with every whimper he let out. It wasn't long until he could finally move again, his own hand hesitantly moving to touch her arm to make sure she was there.

To make sure she was real.

She looked at his hand for a moment before slowly moving her own, only pausing as he flinched. She moved it to slowly press her fingers against his palm, simply moving them to hold his hand tightly before she looked at him again with as much reassurance she could give.

The look and touch was all he needed, and suddenly the terrified sobs started once more as if he had no control over them.

She instantly brought him forward to his chest as his shoulders heaved, wrapping her arms around him tightly with her fingers through his hair.

"Breathe... Relax and breathe..." she said softly, feeling his arms shakily encircle her waist in a tight hug that would have cracked the ribs of any normal man. She shushed him once more, keeping him close to her chest as if he were a scared child.

"It's alright, Karl... I'm here. You're alright." she said quietly, setting her chin on his head as the touches seemed to calm him down slowly. She closed her eye, taking her own calming breath.

So many times this had happened before. An uncountable amount, if she could have even tried... Almost every time he slept. Over and over she'd run to him, his screams sometimes plaguing her own dreams. So many times it had happened, and so many times it would happen again. And as he lay, curled against her in an exhausted and horrified heap from yet another night terror she would know nothing about, she knew either he would wake fully and go on to work days, if not weeks without sleep, or he would fall back into yet another slumber that would end the same. It was always what happened, but she didn't stop it. She knew she couldn't have. Either option would torture him... And so this small comfort was all she knew.

She shifted to simply hug him, feeling his breaths even out just slightly. She could tell he was awake, even just barely... But given the lack of movement, it was clear this would happen again in no more than a few hours, his arms going somewhat lax around her. But he still gave the occasional whimper, and she ran her fingers along his skin in small patterns and circles to relax him further.

"You'll be alright..." she nearly whispered, feeling him flinch before he slumped back over fully against her. He wouldn't have even made it back to the bed if he tried. She took another breath as she heard a small sniffle, making herself comfortable as well,

"... You're safe..."

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[deaneverafter]

Are You Mad?

First things first, I just have to say, if something happens to Beau, I won't survive that 😱😭😡💔 (whether that be death of the body saving people who don't care about him, or death of his soul by going back to Carla's captivity 💔😭)

My sheriff and undersheriff sheriffing like no other 💯😌 They're always so in sync, have each other's backs, their silent communication! 😍💘  I hate that they've kept splitting them up though, especially with this few episodes left 😒

Jenny always having Beau's back, supporting him, reminding him that he doesn't have to blame himself for things that aren't his fault. True love 🥺🥰💞 (That scene should've been longer though) Jenny always has Beau's back, just like he has hers 😌💟 Another thing that was telling was Beau not taking Jenny with him to Avery's house because he knew she is the only one who could pull him back, that hit right in the heart 🥺💕 And then as soon as he had a minute, he let his guard down, let her in, let her be there for him 🥺🥰 They deserve to be happy together, they've both been so hurt, but are so good for each other, understand and trust each other, are always there for each other. And she loves Beau so much, and now they're going to make her lose him, she doesn't deserve this 😭💔 And he's clearly fallen for her, and they're just going to be like "this sign won't stop me, because I can't read" and then send him back to his toxic "family". I can't 😡😫 I am ready to riot, not going to lie.

"Breakfast burrito time?!" I say once again, I love him so much 🥺💟💘

Madge is so funny 🤣 I can even forgive the time she interrupted Beau and Jenny's hug, just because she's so sassy 🤣

All three McCallisters 🤝🏻 Blaming Beau for literally every single thing ever 🙄😒🙃😡 Last week, Carla and Emily blaming him for the divorce, this week, Avery blaming him for..... I don't even know what. Again this week, Carla yelling Beau about being followed like it's his fault, not her husband's? 😒🙄 Like, when do we address the fact that Carla is the reason Beau is in danger, she's the one who married Avery, then involved Beau into this mess, continues to throw him into danger, and THEN she yells at him like it's his, not her own fault? And she really does use Beau as a threat, a tool, a human shield, it's truly vile to me. He almost got shot in the back already because of her, now she's pointed him out to the bad guy to save her own butt. Can't get any more selfish than this. And I really cannot with the entitlement and superiority complex. Like, why is she walking into the precinct with that look on her face like she's better than everyone, and literally looking down her nose at the officers doing their jobs? And clearly Beau was in the middle of something, but no, her issues can't wait (the absolute self centeredness, the entitlement with which she said that line, I really can't understand how the narrative keeps trying to pretend as if she's not the most toxic character we've seen on screen in a while). The way she's always putting him down, acting as if she's the center of the universe, never supporting him, (and not to mention how every "family moment" we've gotten has been a glimpse into the fact that at their happiest, this "family" consisted of Carla and Emily just sitting there and making fun of Beau, putting him down)...... it's abusive, and I hate that it's not being acknowledged. As a woman, I find it offensive that this caricature of a mean girl is being shown as the picture of a successful, strong, "fiesty" woman, when she's just...... really cruel and selfish.

And Emily showing once again she doesn't want to talk to Beau, uwu, so cute 🙄😒 Which, also brings me to the point that, full offense but if they wanted me to be invested in Emily and Denise and their safety, it would've been a good idea to make them more likeable and less mean to characters I love, instead of banking just on their "connection" to Beau to make me care. Not one, but two episodes wasted on "where's Emily?" 🙄😒 Like? I don't care, frankly. And Beau's emotions, and Jensen's excellent acting, wasted on being about Emily, for why? 🤦🏻‍♀️ Istg, if they sacrifice Beau saving his daughter who does not give a single damn about him, you guys will never ever hear the end of it. Ever.

Donno and his TWO hammers, asdfghhjk 🤣🔨 That was fun. But..... I hope they didn't just sacrifice DONNO for Emily, Carla and Avery's sake? 😱💔 But I remember that season 4 is supposed to have something to do with Donno and Tonya, so maybe he'll be okay 🥺 Then Donno and Tonya will be partners in literal crime and partners in life 🤗

I still want a Sunny and Walter killing team going after Buck 😈🔪 And based on the trailer, I think the Sunny-Walter killing team plan is back on 👿

Cassie and Cormac and them putting their heads together for the case AND their talk, that was cute 💛

On a more outside-the-story note, I just have to say, I don't understand making Jenny have feelings for Beau, and making Beau have feelings for her, if they're just planning on sending him back to his evil ex. That would be such a disservice to both Beau and Jenny. It would be bad enough if it's just Beau, blaming himself and getting Stockholm Syndromed into going back to a person who does nothing but be condescending, abandoned him when he needed support the most, uses him, and for whom he'd only be a second choice. But adding Jenny's feelings into the mix if they're sending him back to hell, all it does is unnecessarily hurt Jenny (it isn't as if they'd explore her heartbreak and hurt) and humiliate her, having a third man leave her for another woman. And why make Beau have feelings for Jenny? All that does is hurt more, because there was something there, hope. And making him get closer to her all season if he had feelings for the other one, that just unfairly messes with his characterization. He wouldn't. Sending him back to Carla period, messes with his characterization, every scene they have together, there is no romantic love or attraction. There's subzero chemistry. The respect, care, adoration, chemistry, trust, that's only there with Jenny.

And the way Carla treats him, the only reason Beau would even consider going back to her is guilt, regret, gaslighting, holding on to the past. Not love, he respects himself more than that. Doing that, sending him back to her, it would be unfair not just to Jenny, but also Beau AND disrespectful to the work Jensen and Katheryn put in to make this relationship believable and complex, interesting and complete. Not to mention how rude it is to prioritize the story of two guest characters, their "happy ending", over storylines, exploration of backstories, development of current relationships, for two of the three main characters, Beau and Jenny. All of which is to say, the chemistry is between Beau and Jenny, the story, the trust, compassion, support, attraction. And it's evident in the way that they DID choose to pursue this between them. So I don't understand if they're sending him back. And if for some unknown reason, the endgame must be with Carla (I can't think of a single reason that would be necessary, but okay), then...... there were better ways to do it, that wouldn't make things extra messy all around. Working with the chemistry b/w Beau and Jenny, the comradrie and trust that has been there from the beginning is the best thing the writing did. Spending time focusing on his toxic ex, or even thinking about sending him back to her... not so much.

#Beau Arlen #Jenny Hoyt #Beau Arlen x Jenny Hoyt #Beau x Jenny #Jensen Ackles #Katheryn Winnick #Big Sky #Big Sky: Deadly Trails #Big Sky State of Mind

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Request or randomized kisses meme || No longer accepting

@advnterccs sent: 15. Kiss in the Rain { To your Morty from my Morty uwu }

{15. Kiss in the Rain}

Morty's heartbeat was echoing in his ears. It wasn't as loud as it got when he was extremely anxious or on the verge of a panic attack, but it was still insistent enough to make it impossible for the teen to ignore it. He was trying hard not to let it affect his behaviour, but he couldn't stop the light shaking of his fingers.

Hazel eyes darted towards his boyfriend, who was sitting next to it on the threshold of the French window that led to the backyard of his house. Above them, the sky was covered by dark crowd and the humid smell in the air betrayed that it would be start raining soon. He hated lying to his other self, but Rick had been adamant when he had told him that neither of their counterparts had to know about the hopefully short trip they would go on.

The teen dropped his eyes in his lap. He understood why his grandfather had forced him to promise that. It was a long shot and it really wasn't worth to give the other two false hopes, especially when they could have ascertained quickly enough whether or not it was a real lead. Yet, it still felt wrong.

"Uh, h-hey, I need to...T-There's something I need to tell you," he started, hoping that his voice wasn't as tight as it was sounding in his ears. "I...R-Rick and I are going on, uh, an adventure. I-It's the usual shit...w-well, kind of, but...w-we might be gone for a few days an-and...I wanted to let you know. An-And I wanted to say bye before we leave."

He swallowed, trying to ease the knot in his throat. Was he sounding weird? Too dramatic? He didn't want his boyfriend to get suspicious, but he couldn't help it. He was nervous, afraid even. And yes, his and Rick's adventures got scary and they sometimes still scared him, even after everything he had faced and done, but this was different.

Since that close encounter with that Rick...their original Rick, and damn if he still wasn't struggling to wrap his head around it...the Ricks had been acting weird, even before they had replaced themself with a robot. Now that everything was out in the open between the four of them? He could see how deep the abyss of obsession their two adventure partners were risking to fall in was.

Morty knew that he couldn't risk putting his foot down. Not now, not when his Rick had already proved that he could just decide to deal with it on his own. He and his boyfriends were the only thing keeping the two stubborn jerks from throwing themselves over the edge, as they had done years before. He had to be there for Rick, first and foremost. It was a task he could not fail. No matter the cost.

"G-Geez, I'm making it weird, aren't I?" He made himself go on, managing a chuckle that didn't sound too forced. "I-It's just...I'm going to miss you."

Damn, that was straight out cheesy. Yet, he would have lied if he had said that he didn't mean it. Maybe it was clichéd, maybe it sounded silly, especially since it should be just a few days, but he couldn't help how genuine the sentiment behind those words was.

Suddenly feeling too restless to remain seated, Morty pushed himself on his feet, hesitating just for a split moment before offering his hand to his counterpart to help him up in turn.

Once they were both standing, he found himself playing with the other's fingers. He couldn't tell if it was just a way to distract himself or if he was biding his time. Perhaps, he was merely seeking to prolong the contact.

"I-I have to go soon. R-Rick said that I could stay a while, b-but...he's really, uh, eager to leave." And wasn't that an understatement. "S-So...I..."

His voice trailed off as the first drops of rain started to fall over them. He didn't want to think about the grimmest what-ifs, but it was hard not to, with the weight of revelation on his shoulder and a shadow looming over them all. One shaped like the guy whose actions had been the start of it all, but he wasn't the one casting it. No, it was made of the obsession of their Ricks.

Swallowing quietly, he decided to give up on words and to let his action speak for him instead. With much less hesitation than he had expected, he leant forward, wrapping his arms around his other self's neck and bringing their mouths together.

The rain was falling more and more heavily, soaking their hair and clothes, spreading cold over their skin, but Morty almost didn't notice. His attention was fully focused on the feeling of those warm lips moving against his own and on the taste of his boyfriend's mouth. The moist sweetness and the hint of bitterness left by the dark chocolate they had shared earlier.

Eventually, he had to reluctantly break away to allow them both to catch their breath. As much as he would have liked to just stay there, in his counterpart's arms, getting lost in the kisses they could have fed to each other, he knew that it wasn't possible.

"I-I love you, FM." The words were still so new on his tongue, so foreign. Not just because they had shared them for the first time just a few days before, but also because his counterpart was the very first person he had told them to in a romantic way. "I-I'll see you in a few days."

The last sentence was barely out of his mouth when a portal opened a few steps away from them and Rick's voice called his name from inside it. Their time had run out.

Morty chose to indulge himself for one more moment and stole another quick peck from his boyfriend's lips before letting go of the other's hand and stepping backwards towards the green vortex. One last smile and a wave and he forced himself to turn around and stepped inside it, before he could do something stupid as running back into his counterpart's arm and telling him everything he wasn't supposed to tell.

It wasn't a big deal, if he didn't make the whole ordeal into one. They would see each other in a few days. Of course they would.

#[ ic :: Morty ] #&& Morty Smith #[ When I'm with you i finally feel good enough :: Morty & Morty ] #[ v. Rick Double Morty and Trouble ; timeline split :: Morty ] #advnterccs #[[ the very first idea I had for this was very different ]] #[[ more like a POST angst / relieved reunion ]] #[[ but then I asked myself 'why skip over the angst?' ]] #[[ and it turned into this x'DD ]] #[[ Morty is acting like he's marching towards his death sentence even if ]] #[[ it's not THAT tragic so he's over-reacting ]] #[[ but I guess he's still digesting everything that concerns Weird Rick ]] #[[ and the truth about Rick and himself so he's more emotionally affected ]] #[[ but it's also sweet bc he loves your Morty SO MUCH >.< ]] #;; queue