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kisses4suna · 1 year

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can you please give me some really soft suna bf headcannons !!!! i love ur works btw ur my fav suna writerr ahh

SUNA RINTAROU BF HEADCANNONS !

☆ featuring. suna rintarou

☆ a/n. OMFG. anon im so sorry this took me so fkn long to answer. im slowly starting to finish requests people have sent in months ago. i love this idea sm tho!! im so sorry again; i literally deleted tumblr and finally got it backk ill be finishing more requests soon and posting drafts, then during the summer ill post WAY MORE FREQUENTLY. (so be prepared for sm more suna content guys ;))

ps. i might make a p2 for post timeskip suna too so lmk if you’d want that !!

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PRE-TIMESKIP BF SUNA

- suna mfing rintarou will raise your standards to heaven bro. even if he’s only in highschool

- his face will be so deadpanned and neutral but the minute he sees you he grows that small smile that he hopes nobody sees

- he talks about you like crazy to his sister but doesn’t even realize it

- “did you see her new insta post? shes so pretty bro how tf did i pull her”

- “i miss my gf rn”

- “hey do you think y/n would want something like this?”

- his sister loves you, but is so tired of her brother constantly talking about you

- he would choose you over anybody, and anything. even over his airpods. which says a lot for suna

- will literally do anything to spend time with you. he will drop as much as he could on his schedule for you. he just genuinely wants you to be with him all the time. (he’s so clingy its cute but he hates admitting how attached he is to you hes like a lil koala bear hanging onto his branch)

- without you even knowing he signed you up to be a manager for his volleyball team just so you could spend time with him at his practice

- this mf so obsessed with you he got hit in the face with a volleyball because he was too busy looking at you instead of paying attention to the actual practice

- he will ‘go to the bathroom’ during practice just to sneak off underneath the bleachers to give you a quick kiss and talk to you.

- suna isn’t dumb he’s actually really smart just very lazy, so if you were in advanced classes he would literally get his grade up, request a transfer to your advanced classes, just so he could spend more time with you there

- plus he loves seeing you seem so smart and focused he thinks you look so cute like that ^^

- he unfollowed every girl on his socials besides you and his sister

- he has a whole instagram highlight dedicated for you and its filled with over 20 stories of you and him together or sometimes just pictures of how beautiful you are.

- his insta bio has your initial with a heart, and says “i love my gf” just for fan girls to back off

- his photo album is way worse. he organized his whole camera roll and has a full album of you which takes up half his storage, but who cares, he doesn’t mind having to delete games he downloaded cause he was bored ( especially if its for you )

- in his notes app he has every little detail about you written down, not in a creepy way, just to remember important stuff about you. like what you hate in people, your fav stuff, etc.

- he dedicates every long song to you.

- also hes like very touchy in private, i mean in public he is too, BUT IN PRIVATE. oh my. he is not afraid to cling onto you.. you will literally have to claw him off you if you have to use the bathroom while your cuddling

- he’s only like that because he loves you so much and he’s so attached to you, he just wants to stay with you forever because he cant imagine losing you

- he asks his mom if he can sleep over at your house as much as he could, the days he can’t, you either go to him, or he facetimes you and you both end up falling asleep on the phone.

- everytime he goes to the mall with his friends or something, he will ask them every 3 seconds “do you think y/n would want this ?” he really just wants to spoil you to show you how much he loves and appreciates you

- sometimes he sleeps late at night rewatching his volleyball games and analyzing his plays, so he bought you a sleeing mask and earplugs so you could fall asleep without the sound or light of the tv bothering your slumber

- he loves being in between your thighs, your fingers tangled in his hair while you both watch tv.

- but at night he loves burrying his face in the crook of your neck with one armed wrapped around your waist and the other placed diagonally on your back while his hand covers the back of your head, almost looking like hes protecting it.

- you’ve genuinely helped him become a better version of himself, when he’s with you he’s at his best, which is probably why he loves you so much. because when he’s with you it feels like he’s just at peace, he just falls in love with you even more everyday.

- he hates thinking your love is puppy love and it wouldn’t last, and some nights when he’s not with you, he’ll overthink like crazy, really just wondering why someone as perfect as you hasn’t left him yet, or why are you even with him in the first place ?

- little does he know, he means as much as you mean to him, and you don’t plan on leaving him anytime soon.

#kisses4suna #haikyuu #asks and replies #suna rintarou #suna fluff #suna rintaro x reader #suna x y/n #suna x reader #bf!suna #suna headcanons #haikyuu!!#sunarin #sunarin fluff #boyfriend!suna #anime #haikyuu suna #suna rintarou x y/n

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serenhoshi · 2 years

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𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

Got this one requested as well, so let’s go!!

Our favorite leader out there

was never actually into dating or anything

but he has had interest in some people because they were attractive to him

has had some one night stands here and there, but it never went further

seungcheol knew how to appreciate people and had some crushes, but he never was interested in getting in a relationship.

he needed to meet the person that would change his mind

and it would be you hehe

he had this instant need to get to know you and spend more time with you. No sexual thoughts like he had with his one night stands, here he is genuinely interested in who you are

will be the one to ask you on a date, maybe after the 1st or 2nd time meeting you, because he just knows you’re worth being blunt about his interest, he can’t let you slip through his fingers, if that makes sense

during the dates he’ll be very curious, asks a lot about you, and looks at you with huge heart-eyes while you talk

when you finally fall in love with him, he’ll definitely see it, he is far from blind when it comes to feelings

at some point he will ask if you can become a couple

and you’ll accept (i hope so)

Now Scoups as your boyfriend

your number 1 fanboy

always looks at you with heart eyes and a cute smile

takes care of you SO WELL

when you’re on your period (if you’re afab) he does everything for you so you don’t have to move a finger

same if you have finals to prepare or you’re just busy in general

he is busy as well but doesn’t care, he doesn’t want you to do everything for the couple life

when you go out he always has his hands on you. He either guides you with a hand on your lower back, or on your hip, or your waist

physical touch is one of his love languages, so he always kisses or touches you

you don’t have to give it back to him if you don’t like to initiate stuff, as long as you let him cuddle and kiss you

when he kisses you it’s ALL OVER YOUR FACE with little giggles

will tickle you as well

but don’t try to fight because you know you’ll lose anyway

the man is too strong

also kinda jealous

or possessive i would say

doesn’t like it when you go out too much, of course he wants you to enjoy parties with your friends and stuff, but he prefers when you’re home with him to cuddle

he pouts when you go out for like the 3rd or 4th time in the same week

if you bring friends home he greets them with a “so it’s you who stole my s/o! how dare you!”

also a whore for couple stuff

wants couple bracelets, couple profile pictures on ig, couple beanies, couple plushies, etc

the members mock him for that but he doesn’t care

spicy part below!

Seungcheol in bed is something

definitely on the dominant side

then more or less soft according to the mood you both are in

your first time was the cutest btw, he was all smiley while watching you and caressing your body

a body worshipper, thats what he is

always touching you or admiring you

he doesn’t really like doggy-style, he prefers positions where he can see your face clearly

he doesn’t make much noise, or it’s always very low moans that turns you on like never

doesn’t allow himself to finish before you

makes go through at least 2 orgasms everytime

and very caring aftercare of course! he’ll wash you up and cuddle you like never, always complimenting you and caressing your skin where he could have been rougher

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writesforfun · 1 year

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childhood friends, a Mark Lee Fiction.

angst, fluff, mark is sooo mark-coded here(?), you and mark are friends since birth, neighbor mark, 2k words

Being Mark Lee's bestfriend at the mere age of 0 was a blessing— some people would say now.

He's handsome, that you admit. He's been this guy that's just popular for no reason at all. He's handsome, good in everything he sets his mind at, and don't forget the fact that Mark, although shy and doesn't really have that much of a close friend, is just simply very kind to everyone he meets.

You thought you would lose him when you two were in elementary and middle school— cause he was that popular. Everyone wanted to play and be friends with him, and you thought he would forget you. Which Mark definetely prooved it to be nonsense, cause he sat and stayed with you every day without failure. When you asked why, Mark just simply shrugged it off by saying, "What do you mean why? We're friends!"

So here you are. Both of you are grown-ups, you will be turning 24 at December and Mark had already hit that age in August.

It's now September.

"Y/N! What you thinking?" He holds your hand tight, smiling— nah, come to think of it, he didn't smile. It's a grin. The Mark Lee™ signature grin.

You come to your senses. Today, you're gonna go to an ice cream shop with Mark and then you two are gonna make some popcorn and watch movies at your house.

"Sorry. I was thinking of us during elementary school."

He puts on a shock expression. "Daaaaamn dude. That was such a looong time agooooo!"

You laugh and shake your head, grabbing his hands so that you can pull him to his Tesla so that he would start driving.

"What? Yo I'm serious! When you said that I felt it in my stomach that like.. yooo that was a long ass time ago," He said. You ruffle his hair, ignoring his sound of protest. "You're saying things that doesn't need any further explanations. As a friend, I'm helping you so that both of us wouldn't waste time and hurry up."

Mark rolled his eyes with a smile on his face, opening up his car door for you first and then for him. You felt your heart skip four beats or something and then ignore them for the nth time.

Don't care about your feelings, Y/N. You said to yourself. Yes, you do have an immense crush— no, no. Yes, you do love him since middle school, but that doesn't matter. What matters the most is your friendship. And you would never want to ruin that.

Seeing Mark spend Valentine's Day with someone else at college hurted you like crazy. He always used to spend it together with you, but at college, he spent it with his now ex-girlfriend. They broke up after a year of dating, and a year of your suffering basically. You try to distance yourself then, but Mark just quite simply won't accept distancing as friendship. He visited your house basically everytime, and he picks you up although you gotta third wheel him and his girlfriend.

There was no drama between you and his ex though. His ex have always been nice, and you two still talk via DM sometimes. You know, replying stories and stuff.

"Y/N! I was asking a question, dude," He said, putting his hand your thighs and squeezing them gently. Things he did as a simple caring gesture since you know him.

"Sorry. I was thinking of my homework. What did you ask?" You lied, gritting your teeth before looking at his gawkingly handsome face. You just wanna kiss that smile off his— nevermind.

"I was thinking, maybe instead of rewatching Mean Girls we could just watch Doctor Strange? I've been dying to watch the Multiverse of Madness thingy, I haven't watch that."

You nod. "I haven't too. We're so lame! That's a disrespect to Marvel,"

He laughs, turning the bluetooth volume to a solid 38, making you both hear Taylor Swift's Labyrinth clearly. The bluetooth is connected to your phone, and Taylor Swift is your favorite singer. You introduce her to Mark and he basically just listen to it with you like the good person he is. You brag to Karina and Ningning all the time that he's a trained Swiftie.

But this song.. this song, you relate to a lot. It's about a realization of being in love, and considering your situation, you relate to it a lot.

You don't really believe in good man and love until you realize you love him. Your dad.. he failed to set example of a man when your family caught him cheating during your elementary school years and even going as far as marriage with the person he's cheating with. Your mom forgived him and they're still together— but the trauma you went through was unexplainable. Since then, your relationship with your dad has been different. His voice sounds annoying as hell and every thing he do, you nitpick and hate. Mark has always been there for you though, he even spent all his savings during elementary school to buy you new toys and ice cream.

You know and believe that Mark is a good guy. Every thing he does have always been positive and his mind never fails to make you fascinated.

"Oh God, why are the Halloween decorations have already been put up?" You ask when you both arrive at the ice cream shop you always go together with. It's a 17 minute drive from both of your house, which is in front of each other.

"Better late than never, Y/N. Let's go," He says, opening his door before opening up yours and opening the door for you.

He ordered a watermelon and vanilla ice cream, which you hated and teased him with since forever. You think that's a weird combination and his love for watermelon should never be brought to an ice cream flavor. You ordered a Lotus Biscoff ice cream, and he have a lot of protests for that as well but whatever. Biscoff for life.

"Do you wanna eat it here or in the car?" He ask. "I don't know. How are you gonna eat it if we're gonna eat in the car?" You ask him again instead of answering his question.

"You can just feed me, I guess." He answers nonchalantly, like it's something normal in a friendship. The blur of lines are making you wanna die, and sometimes you just think to yourself whether or not distancing yourself from Mark is a better option.

"Alright then. Let's eat in the car, whatever," You say. As much as you hate to admit it, you wouldn't really pass on feeding him. Both of you had feed each other since middle school anyway.

Coming home from watching Doctor Strange with Mark, you realize that your feelings for Mark is just growing bigger every day, and you finally decide that you can't do this anymore.

Come on, Mark Lee simply would never look at you more than friends, right?

So you decide to ignore his presence. You ignore all his texts, and even when Mark came to your house and ask for your presence, you had already ask your Mom who knows your crush towards him to tell him that you're not in the house.

You usually go to your work place with Mark cause you and him work only 2,4km away from each other. So whenever he picks you up, you were already gone. It's for the best. You miss him a lot but you realize you'd rather lose him now than losing him to a girl he'll marry later. You can't imagine being her bridesmaid and be happy for them though you're dying.

His nth phone call of the day you ignore without failure today as well. It's been a month of ignoring him and you're kind of used to the feeling of a scratch in your heart whenever you hear his dissapointed and sad voice downstairs. Your phone vibrates, and you see his third message for you today.

markie 🐆🦁

Y/N it's been a month. i don't know what i did to you but i know you're ignoring me. whats uppp? please answer me. please. i can't afford to lose you.

And there it is again. Your heart hurts like crazy. But whatever. Just sleep through it like always. It's for the best.

It's your first day of period today and you're hurting like crazy. Usually, Mark would be here to comfort you and massage you and all that stuff, but now, you actually think you're gonna spend your birthday tomorrow without him. For the first time ever in your life.

The day you were born, baby Mark had come with his lovely family to visit your family in the hospital. From his and your parents, you heard that you slept next to Mark and he hugged you both as you sleep. Baby Mark even caressed your hair with his small hands, and you have a video that captured that moment. You watched it again, smiling though your eyes are red and teary. You miss him. The thought of not having him around for your birthday hurt you.

You saw that there are no pads left and let out a long sigh. You put on your hat that Mark gave you as a birthday present and put on your slippers. You then go out your door and decided to buy some pads.

Usually, Mark would buy it for you but— ugh! Stop it with the Mark thing.

"Here's your order. Have a nice day," The lovely lady working the cashier register say to you. You smile through the pain you're going through, wanting to step out before a oh-so familiar voice register.

"Y/N?"

It's no doubt it's Mark Lee's voice. You can see through the side of your eye that he's currently looking right at you with his worried sad eye with his right hand holding a cola.

You don't know what to do. So you run through the door, ignoring Mark's shout of your name as he chases you. It's like the game of chase you two used to play back in elementary school. You cry, you really don't know why but you cry. Passing your house, you run to the park and decided to catch your breath by sitting at one of the slides. You and Mark used to play at that slide all the time until you both grew up.

You look everywhere, and close your eyes when Mark isn't in your sight anymore. You stay in that position for 3 minutes, and when you open your eyes. You almost jump from your seat as you see Mark squatting in front of you sitting in the slide with teary eyes.

"Why— why are you avoiding me?" His voice breaks as he turns away from you, and you can clearly see him wiping away his tears before looking at you with eyes that you swear can make anybody cry. So you become teary eyed as well.

"I'm not." You reply shortly, before standing up to go back to your house. He snorts out of disbelief. "Sit down, Y/N. We're not done talking and if this is the last— if this is— if this is the— if this is the last time we're talking, I don't want it to be an open ending."

You really can't believe that word. You want to just cry your eyes out for 100 years after hearing that word, so you sit down. You want closure as well.

"I know damn well that you're avoiding me. And I really don't know what I did to make you piss off like that. Heck, Y/N, I was jokingly strangling you as we watch Doctor Strange and we were laughing like crazy as well. At some point you even drank a portion of my iced americano. I don't know what I could've done to make you ignore me after all that fun. And I'm honestly so.. I don't know anymore. I'm so sad, Y/N. Mom said she never saw me cry this much. I can't even dare to say that you're ignoring me just because I don't believe that word. Just tell me why are you avoiding me? Am I not good enough as a friend? What am I lacking so much that you decide to ignore me? Why do you do all that while you're here looking as hurt as I am and—"

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" There. You say it. You blurt it out loud. Whatever. You don't care anymore. You are in your most vulnerable and raw feeling and you don't even care anymore.

He closes his mouth. He looks at you with some expression you don't even know what it means. But you continue your words as tears flow from your eyes, "I love you, Mark. I love you since forever. I know you don't feel the same, so I'm taking a step back. I don't wanna be your friend anymore. I don't think I physically and mentally can. It's for the both of us. That way, whenever you have another girl it'll be easy for me, for you, and for your girlfriend. Just please let me be. I'm gonna go home. I don't want you to follow me. Let's just pretend we don't know each other and let me enjoy this heartbreak in peace for God's sake. Please just— please," You stop talking as tears and emotions just stream through your whole body.

"Y/N.." He says. And you just can't anymore. You walk away.

You walk for 11 seconds before his hands reaches you. You shout. You literally shout. You told him not to follow you anymore, what is he trying to do? Stop fixing a friendship that literally cannot be fixed anymore!

"STOP IT!" You screamed. You looked at his eyes with anger until you catch his sad, teary glares.

"Y/N, hear me out. Please?" He says. And after a few thoughts, you decides that he can have a few say in this situation.

"I love you too," He says, smiling through his tears as he hugs you. You're puzzled— standing there and doing nothing as he hugs you close, brushing your hair with his hand, kissing the top of your head as he takes a breath of your scent he missed.

"W-what?"

He laughed, eyes still in tears as he let go of the hug but still intertwining both your hands together. "I love you too. I loved you since elementary school or something like that. Then you had a crush for stupid Choi Hyunsuk in college and I found another girl in college. But even then I realise that my number one, my Mom excluded— has always been you. So then I love you again, up until this moment. You should've just communicated this and not cut me off. That's not nice, baby."

Baby.

The nickname rings through your head, all the way to your heart because it starts beating unrealistically fast.

"What?"

He laughs again. "Just... I love you. Do you maybe wanna be my girlfriend then?"

You never say yes so fast.

And there it was.

Your birthday.

"Are you really going to spend it without me this year?" He ask as you two eats your favorite cake; a Lotus Biscoff Cookie Cake.

"Yep. That was my plan, until.."

"Until?" He asks with a teeth-showing smile and one eyebrow up. "Well.. until this." You reply, kissing him as you hug him tight.

You can't believe it, but he's all yours.

author's note: HELLOOOO EVERYONEEE! TvT THANK YOU SOOO MUCH FOR READING!! Please do tell me your opinions and thought and whether or not you like a second part where it shows more of Mark and Y/N's relationship 🥺 have a good year wherever you are!! stay healthy and eat well peeps!

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scarfwrites · 10 months

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hii! I have a request (again lol), kageyama, kenma and yamaguchi x reader (separate), i have acne and i'm really insecure about it, i've been trying to find the right products but I have really sensitive skin, how would they help/comfort me? sorry if it's too much:)

Acne Comfort Headcanons w KAgeyama, Kenma and Yamaguchi

❅Genre : Fluff, Crack, Comfort, slight angst

❅Pairings: Kageyama x Reader

Kenma x Reader

Yamaguchi x Reader

❅Warnings: none

❅ Summary : You wake up with a breakout of acne

❅A/N : SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO MAKE THIS I was busy with some life stuff. As someone who had acne and was insecure about it, it’s okay to have them! It’s part of growing up and they’ll disappear eventually. Even if you have acne it doesn’t make you less of a beautiful person :D

Kageyama

I feel he wouldn't notice your insecurities more so what made you insecure right away, he’s pretty dense

It’s also something that he’d see nothing wrong with

Though he will notice your sad expressions everytime you look into the mirror

He’d assume it would be something about your looks

Once you do voice your concerns he makes sure he’s all ears

He might not be the best at comforting you but he tries his best!

Assures you that you’re beautiful no matter what and nothing will ever change what he thinks of you

Everytime you’re sad he’d constantly reassure you with compliments

He’d definitely try to find any kind of solutions to fix it he can’t handle seeing your sad expression or you degrading yourself over your looks

“I’m sure it’ll all go away” Kageyama reassured you with a smile as you touch your face

“I know but… I don’t like seeing them they make me feel y'know…” you confessed as your frown gets bigger softening the blue haired setter’s expression

“Nothing’s ever gonna change the fact that I see you as the most beautiful person in the world, you’re still my amazing partner who cheers me on at my games!” Kageyama expressed joyfully as he pulled you in for a tight embrace

“Thank you…” you hugged him tightly trying not to tear up from his comfort

Kenma

Being as perceptive as he is compared to the other two he’d definitely find out from the first few signs

He’d continue observing your behaviour before he acts especially if you won’t wanna admit it

Gives you lots of words of reassurance and always makes you feel beautiful

He’d also shower you with more affection and comfort

Though if you still feel sad about it he’d try to help you take your mind off it with games specifically the comfy kinda ones like stardew valley or animal crossing

Just like the other two if you really feel uncomfortable with you acne he’d help you with solutions to fixing it

“Looks like you beat me again” Kenma smiled as he put down his controller looking at you

“You totally did that on purpose” you smiled softly “A guy who spends all his time on volleyball and games can’t lose so easily”

“It’s no fun winning all the time” he responded as he saw you looking at yourself through the reflection of the tv screen. You notice his stare and quickly look away before speaking up “S-sorry”.

“Don’t be” he moves closer to you before holding your hand “I just want you to know you’re beautiful no matter what alright?”

“Thank you” you smiled softly as he smiled back “Why don’t we have another rematch”

Yamaguchi

Out of the three I feel he’d be the most empathetic

He’d be the most understanding as being also insecure he probably experienced those kind off things

He might even see himself in you when you share how it’s been affecting you

Tries to comfort you the best he can! I think he’d even use his personal experience of being insecure to help you

Expect whenever you feel insecure about them he’d give you endless reassurance and compliments

Would definitely give you more affection to cheer you up

“I know how it feels…” he spoke softly as he embraced you “But don’t let it get to you, you’re beautiful no matter what! If I got through it, so can you!” He expressed happily, his joy infected you making you smile

“Thank you Yams” you embraced him back tightly making the green haired boy’s heart swell as he smiled brightly “I really needed that”

“No prob” he replied “If it makes you feel better why don’t we go out for ice cream!” He suggested making you smile as you nod

“Yeah I wouldn’t mind that”

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #kenma fluff #kageyama fluff #yamaguchi fluff #kageyama comfort #yamaguchi comfort #kenma x reader #kageyama x reader #yamaguchi x reader

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numbuh-72 · 1 month

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Yo moot

What are Gianna's main opinions of other KND operatives? (like, Moonbase, Sector W, etc.)

(Oooo~ This is gonna be a good one~ All right time for Gianna to answer that for ya my fellow moot~)

(For the sake of her lore, she will only speak about Sector V and Moonbase since she usually interacted with people from there the most.)

(Eh why not, I'll do a bonus and have her speak her mind on some of her new friends too! Keep in mind that her reactions are based mostly based off the interactions that happened behind the scenes~ ^^)

Sector V

Numbuh 1 - "Nigel is definitely...something else, but being the leader, I obviously have respect for the guy. As much as a hard worker he tends to be for the most part, I do wish he takes some time off to spend with us. There has been times where I did force him to take a day off when there's no missions available. He's just too...stubborn and the other operatives did warn me about such. Yet, I refuse to give up and continue trying to help the poor kid. I wanna make sure all my friends are good and at least have some fun included in their lives."

Numbuh 2 - "Hoagie is a very good friend to hang out with! ...So long as he doesn't tell too many dad jokes around me. That kid would make me facepalm a lot everytime he does a dad joke. Yet, I would normally allow him to do such since I know that's something he loves. There were times though that he surprisingly got me to laugh at a couple since to me, they were good. I normally get curious to what stuff he would invent so whenever there's free time, I go to his room and just watch to see what he created. There were even times where I would maybe give him some of my help and upgrade it with my computer skills when technology was involved. It isn't an easy task to work on stuff outside my usual talents, but it does help me learn and work on critical thinking a bit!"

Numbuh 3 - "Kuki is definitely fun to be around! That girl sure has some interesting ways to make me smile if I'm ever feeling blue; From doing tea parties with her plushies, to maybe doing a sleepover now and then. What makes me happy the most is the fact that she can help me be a model whenever I wanna see how any new outfit I make look like on someone. There were some...failures on some outfits that didn't please Numbuh 3, but at least she's honest to me for the most part so I know what to work on in near future. That girl is definitely my sunshine when no one else is available."

Numbuh 4 - "Man I sometimes question that little dude...but, Wally is definitely a fighter. He tends to be my mentor when it comes to practicing hand to hand combat. While I do laugh at his...stupidity, I still think he's a good friend. We did have times in private where it was a heart to heart talk. He understood me when I told him about losing my baby brother a couple years ago, since he has one of his own. Despite not being there with me physically, he will always be there spiritually...that's what he told me as a sign of comfort and reassurance. I'll admit, it has been helping me through the tough times. Despite having that mask of acting tough, he sure knows how to use the right words."

Numbuh 5 - "To me, Abby is like one of my sister figures on the team. Matter of fact, she was the one to help me slowly get comfortable around the group when I first entered the treehouse. It took a lot, but she was definitely patient with me and still is. We would usually hang out in her room during her free time and just lounge back, reading some magazines, or even listening to stories we wanna share and tell! She is also another person to turn to if I ever wanna try new outfits I made to see how it looks. She's also honest with me which is good! Out of all the members, she's normally the one I have my heart to heart conversations the most, so she knows my full backstory. I tend to follow her on missions for the most part since I know it's usually her stealing candy and such for our food supplies. It's a lot of heavy lifting but at least we bring back the motherload."

Moonbase

Numbuh 362 - "Ah yes, the supreme leader~ Giving her my highest respects, she is also considered like a close friend to me...as a matter of fact, she was the one to have pick me up to be apart of KND! It was during recess when at the time, I was considered the best hider of all hide and seek. Some would call me "Shadow Wolf" and would never find me before the recess bell ended. After finding that out, Rachel asked me the big question during one of our sleepovers and I happily accepted! So since the start, she knows everything about me. When I had my downfall, she actually decided to create a special treatment program for me on the spot to try and keep me in the organization. So far we can both agree that this is working well, and if it completes as a pass, then she will decide to make it as an official program incase there are others out there that need it. Aside from that though, Rachel is a very good friend and a very understanding leader."

Numbuh 86 - "Well, Fanny is....something else when we are on duty. I tend to leave her be for the most part and try to not get involved with her missions for the most part. Though when we are off duty, I do enjoy the sleepovers she hosts. We would jam to music, sing, and basically gossip now and then about relationships....don't tell her I said that though-"

Numbuh 60 - "Oh boy...I won't lie, I tend to find him a little...intimidating as a drill sergeant. I sometimes wonder if he ever smiles under that seriousness. Though if I'm ever around my friends, then I would feel a bit more better. I don't have anything against Patton, I see him as a friend too, just, I feel intimidated around him by myself is all ^^;"

Bonus Section!

(This section will involve my mutuals ocs! Be sure to go follow these guys!)

We will start with @kandykatz~

Numbuh 1/6 - "Carol is definitely fun to be around! I sometimes feel inspired to be as courageous as her. I like to call her my little ferret since I can see her act like one and I do find it adorable! She can even be a little...clingy, though I also find that cute to be honest! Aside from her tending to act adorable, I enjoy hanging out with her and see what fun little stuff she schemes on Sector V."

Numbuh 1/8 - "I rarely ever felt this feeling ever since Joseph passed away...but I see Aiden as a brother figure. Normally all of my close friends are mostly sister figures...Aiden is a first to be like a brother figure to me. From the time I spent with him, we actually share some similar likings as far as hobbies go and it makes me feel happy. He is also a better mentor for combat training than Numbuh 4, I'mma be honest. When he came over to my house for the week to help me pet sit my wolf and cat, it took a bit for Everest, my wolf, to gain trust on him. It was actually cute when one day I found the two together spending some time.~ I can see why the cadets look up to Aiden, especially Lee. I'm glad to have met Aiden as another close friend and I hope to continue our adventures together!"

Moving onto the next lovely mutual~

@numbuhinfinitys

Numbuh Infinity-S - "When I first met Renya, I did feel a little...intimidated, but I wanted to open up to her and reassure that she can trust me. Once our friendship bond started to grow, I started to feel more comfortable around her with our friends! I do like to mess with her now and then for the funni, but I have my limits and stop whenever it becomes a little too far...One example being she almost caught the treehouse on fire...We haven't had any adventures together yet but we will very soon and I look forward for them!"

Up next~

@bluepastels29

(For context on Gianna's thoughts, we recently announced on Instagram that within Blue's Skyleeverse, Numbuh 7 and Numbuh 72 are now together, and Numbuh 7 is in a poly ship with Gianna and Hoagie!)

Numbuh 7 - "My biggest ray of sunshine, my gem, my everything~ Skye started out at first as a close friend...she was another one to have help me warm up in Sector V with Numbuh 5. I started to fall in love with her when an incident happened at my first school dance. There was a boy I fell in love with at that time and he asked me out to the dance...yet Skye felt like something was off about him. Sadly...I wish I listened to her. On the night of the dance, he eventually showed his true colors and admitted that he was bribed to date me and even gave me some sort of love potion to win the bet. After finding that out, I was about to run home from heartbreak, but Skye stopped me and offered the dance to make up from that mess. When we danced under the moonlight, that's when I started to fall in love. I was scared to admit my feelings for her though since I knew she was with Numbuh 2. Though, once I did confess, she actually accepted my feelings and admitted she fell in love with me too. She even told Numbuh 2 about it and said it was ok for me to date her too! So now here we are, I'm sharing Skye with Numbuh 2!"

Numbuh 167 - "Another rare occasion where I get that feeling that he's like a little brother. Jet was just as shy as I was when I got to meet Skye's brother. He surprisingly warmed up to me not too long after though luckily! I really enjoy being around him so far...especially from the 'Pancake Challenge'~ Hehehe! Though I do hope to get to know him more as we go!"

Last but not least for the time being~

@artsygirl0315

Numbuh 412 - "Despite just now getting to know Tyler, I already like them! The fact that both they and Numbuh 510 love dressing to impress, I got a little too excited and did a fun fashion show with the two of them! I hope we get to have some more exciting adventures soon!"

Numbuh 510 - "Like Numbuh 412, despite barely getting to know her, I already started to like her! Same reason, the fact that they enjoy dressing up to impress~ I hope for more fun adventures!"

Numbuh 315 - "Mella is such a nice girl! She was in fact the one to have greeted me when I arrived here! And I will say, she is definitely good with getting her missions done~ Especially from hauling in those heavy candy bags- Yet, I really like her!"

(And that's everyone so far based off her interactions! Again her words about these kids are based off her current adventures and stuff that happened behind the scenes, whether it was out of context or just for laughs~. If there was some stuff that was off about Gianna's words, I highly apologize for such.)

(Who knows, if someone asks this question in the future again, it'll be updated with more people she will have interactions with in near future!)

#codename kids next door #codename knd #kids next door #oc #codenamekidsnextdoor #knd #knd oc #codenameknd #not my oc #sector php

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kanene-yaaay-o-retorno · 11 months

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The way that I can't stop thinking about the song Skies Forever Blue but with the eggs from qsmp...

Like, the song probably is about romance and stuff but gosh it is also about having your entire world changed because of someone, of spending your time with them knowing at every second that you're both fated to get separated, is to fight against the destiny on your own, in little ways that matter, is to enjoy and love and cry and hurt all at once and it's so beautifullll

It's just so bittersweet and magnificent and I am in a qsmp roll lately so for me it fits so well! The way that when everyone received their eggs, their sons and daughters, to take care of they weren't taking it so seriously and it was not that big of deal because, well, ya know, eggs.... but they had quests that needed to be done for them to not die and get happy and at the end when the dragon comes back there will be a huge prize for the ones that kept them safe and sound so yeah

Then they by day things get a bit more complicated than that. Day by day, they weren't simply eggs anymore, they were little companionships that followed you around and went to adventures and chatted with you and had nice ideas so suddenly you're building a reinforced room to keep them safe because they *only have two lifes* and now you realize how little that is. The room soon becomes a nice house that you both decorate together. You sing them a lullaby everytime before they go to sleep. You tell them stories. They jump and play flutes when they are happy and do their little tantrums when they're annoyed. They like to get on your nerves and leave presents and sweet words when you least expect it. You explore dungeons together. You prepare little picnics and watch the sunset everyday.

They are now your kid. They have the name you have choosen. They have a house on your heart and you mind. They are being constantly attacked by monsters that you can't defeat permanently in an island that you can't escape from. You don’t want to escape alone anymore. You have nightmares of them dying. They love you so much. There is no secrets between the two of you. You accepted that if they are spies then you would go down for them. They are family. They only have two lifes. They still jump in front of the danger to save you. You are imortal. You would do anything for them. In the end they will always be taken away.

So aaaaa! Incoherent noises! Skies forever blue!!!! Every single time I listen to that part of the song that is like "Ever since the day, we met a parcel of my mind's lost to you" I can only think about the day that Philza logged like 3am on the server to take care of Chayanne or when the players mentioned having real nightmares of their eggs getting hurt or how Forever created and built an entire system of protection so no one else would ever go thru the pain of losing their egg ever again.

Or or the part that is "Long as all the words you say are going straight to me, I'm enthralled ". I can perfectly picture Fit having flashbacks of those years he spent in that world of devastation and being brought to the reality by Ramon, his beautiful baby boy that makes his entire life worth it

I imagine Tallulah hugging and crying and showing Willbur all the letters she wrote while he was away at the part of "How you do and where you been and why you never call, say it all"

And aaaa there is so much more! Dapper and Bbh spending literal hours planning and building together and Richarlyson being a lil brat with his parents but loving them with his entire heart. Etoliess teaching Pomme how to fight and Baghera shielding her on the first day right after they met because she was in a corner scared. Vegetta and Foolish building a freaking mansion and train because Leonarda asked them for one....

And that is not even getting into how they behave w each other! Forever crying after visiting Tallulah's house, Bbh fighting in that dungeon and screaming for Richarlyson to stay back, to go home and be safe. Cellbit and Pomme always exchanging a different kind of flower when they see each other, Cellbit and Richas building a Coffe shop in homage for Bobby, Jaiden showing her secret house to Cellbit and Richas where she used to watch the sunset with Roier and Bobby. Roier and Leonarda getting into siblings fights. Foolish always teasing all the eggs everytime they see them. Felps pretending to be Richas and Richas pretending to be him. Philza protecting all the eggs that were left in his care when their parents went to explore the train. Baghera calling Bbh "bebbou" and making a room for Pomme in Cellbit's castle. Pac and Mike creating an entire room for hide and seek. Max and bbh creating more and more theories about how to escape from the island and destroy the federation. Chayanne being so protective of Tallulah. Dapper showing all his siblings how to build things they needed to complete his quests. Quackity calling Richas "mi hijo" and being sweet and spending time w him and saying "I love you more than the 1% of the parenthood I have over u". Dapper and bbh singing Happy Birthday for the eggs that have gone away. Everyone giving armor and everything else to Slime/Gegg so he wouldn’t be alone an unprotected. Baghera making an entire lullaby just for Pomme and each of them scheduling playdates w each other....

Every single time they call them MY son MI HIJA, MEU filho (idk how u say that in french :( ) like really??? That what you've all decided to do today?? To make me cry???

I just have a lot of feelings about qsmp man

#qsmp #I like to daydream about an animation w that song. Like. As if all the eggs had been taken away by the Federation that is now giving them-#-to the dragon. their ''real parent'' and Cucorucho is like 'don't worry about the players. they have been dealt w. desfruta la isla''#and all of them start having flashbacks of their times w their families and suddenly one of the walls explode and there are all the players #bleeding and fighting a bunch of mobs but the moment - the very moment they see the eggs. their kids. - they relax and start running and-#-now they are fighting 10000x more because their lil sons their lil daughters are right there and nothing else could ever matter than being #together again #and in the end the eggs put fheir armor and jump in to help their parents to fight and that is it. that is the whole daydream playing in my #head 24/7 #bless #fav #my stuff

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sailxrmxrs · 2 years

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another fic contest let's go gamers. my entry for the robo is bored fic raffle over in the bloomic discord! for the last one i wrote pirate xyx and went a little stir crazy listening to sea shanties at 6am so this time around there's no au, just quest being chronically offline (affectionate). it's the first time mc is visiting his place and staying over and they discover that quest is just a guy with old mixtapes and a flip phone. nothing crazy n wild just some gentle heehee hahas directed at beloved discord mod quest still living in the early 2000s. writing this gave some nice nostalgic flashbacks to when everyone had flip phones and cassette players. what a time. time to blast everytime we touch by cascada until i lose my mind once again <3

Evening had settled over the city, the last remaining vestiges of warm amber light disappearing beyond the towering buildings that lined the city streets. A calmness permeated the air, the atmosphere far removed from earlier in the day when you'd first walked among the throngs of people. The only constant had been Quest walking beside you, fingers intertwined as his graps was warm and firm. Making time to come and visit him had been exactly what the two of you needed after recent stresses with work and general adult life. To spend a long weekend wrapped up in each other's attention provided a detox that left you feeling refreshed all over, and the weekend stay had only just begun. Being together like this felt as natural as breathing. The lull in conversation was anything but awkward as you walked the quiet streets in silence, illuminated by the diminishing sunlight rays of the golden hour. But as the day was reaching its end, your energy had also been depleted. The familiar ache of tiredness pressed at your eyes and the yawn you tried to muffle did not go unnoticed.

"Tired, angel?" Quest's thumbs rubbed circles on the back of your hand as you walked. The soothing gesture didn't help to keep the tiredness at bay.

You nodded. "A little."

"Then how about we head back to the car, grab something to eat at home get all nice and cosy in bed." He was already leading you to where he'd parked the car after picking you up from the hotel you'd stayed in overnight after a far-too-late flight the night before.

"Mm sounds nice." Your voice had grown quieter, your entire body leaning closer to Quest's as you walked. Luckily the car wasn't too far away and the drive home disappeared in a blur. Music played quietly from the speakers, Quest softly singing along as his fingers tapped absentmindedly against the steering wheel. It all felt so perfect. As though everything that had transpired in your lives had been leading up to this moment. Then as the car rolled to a stop as the traffic lights turned red, the music faded into silence. Quest’s deft hands moved to press a button as a CD popped out of the stereo system to switch it out for another. He leaned across your body, reaching for the storage compartment as he pulled out a square organiser filled with CDs—some you recognised and others that were entirely unfamiliar.

“Still using CDs? That’s actually kind of cute,” you mused, offering a hand to take the CD organiser from Quest to return to its home so that he could focus on driving once more.

Quest laughed, his cheeks warming as he replied. “I wouldn’t say that. More just sticking to what I know.”

The rest of the car journey passed by with minimal conversation, the sky turning a deep shade of purple as the sun fully set. Quest led you up to his apartment, holding open the door for you after unlocking it.

“Make yourself at home while I go put your stuff in the bedroom,” Quest offered, still carrying the small suitcase you’d brought with you. He was determined not to let you lift a finger the entire time you stayed with him, no matter how much you tried to convince him otherwise.

“You know I’m capable of carrying that myself, right?”

“A fact that I’m more than aware of. But that’s not going to stop me from doing everything for you,” Quest teased, reaching out a finger to poke your nose while you tried to wave his hand away. His laugh was warm as he gazed at you, an unmissable happiness permeating every feature on his kind face. You’d seen a happy Quest on more than a few occasions when you’d video called each other but this was something different. He seemed more relaxed and at ease than he had before, as if being in your presence affected him so acutely that it could be seen in the warmth of his eyes and the slight creases that appeared to be permanent etches with how often he smiled at you. He just felt so much more. And it had butterflies tingling in your stomach each minute you remained in his presence. Even after he left your side, the lingering after effects of Quest were present as ever. In his absence, you decided to let curiosity get the better of you. His apartment was decorated fairly minimally. It wasn’t bare by any means, but rather just as comfy as he needed it to be. Nothing more, nothing less. It felt so quintessentially Quest that you couldn’t have imagined the place looking any other way. As you mused over an old framed photo of a much younger Quest with who you assumed were his siblings, Quest emerged from his bedroom and made his way over to you. He left a soft kiss on your cheek before moving to the other side of the room.

“Some music okay?” He asked, fingers leafing through a pile of CDs kept on a shelf.

“Even more CDs?” You joked, an arm reaching around Quest as he rolled his eyes but continues his search.

Looking at the array before you, you let out a gasp. “Are they old mixtapes? I haven’t seen a cassette like this in years!” Holding the tape in your hands, you revelled in the nostalgia of Quest’s music collection. Though, looking around it felt as if you’d been transported back in time. Only then did it become much more apparent that Quest didn’t seem to have anything particularly new around—at least nothing technologically new. Sending him a playful glance, you asked, “Any chance you’ve heard of a playlist before? You know, the new age mixtape.”

Quest placed down the CD in hand and turned to you, an eyebrow raised as he pried the mixtape from you. “Some of us enjoy the technology of out childhood. Also I can’t get spotify on my phone anyway.

You blinked. “What? Quest you’re literally a mod for a discord server and you’re telling me your phone can’t even download an app?”

“That better not be judgement I’m hearing.”

“Never. But is this where you tell me you have a flip phone?” You had meant the comment to be a joke, not expecting Quest to reach into his back pocket and pull out exactly that. It took all of the self-restraint you possessed to not burst into giggles at Quest’s semi-serious expression. From the moment you’d met him he’d been full of surprises but this one might have been your favourite. "Like I said before, that's adorable. Unexpected, but adorable."

Quest blushed as he pocketed the phone again, looking unsuspecting as he hesitated for a moment before lifting you up and over his shoulder. He made a beeline for the sofa where he gently threw you down, his laugh mingling with yours in a symphony of sound. Quest's hands were firm on your wrists and holding them at each side of your head as he looked down at you, his smile taunting.

"To think, my very own angel is making fun of me for having an old phone."

It was hard to reply between laughs, but you somehow managed to get your words out. "I'm not making fun! I called you cute!"

"What if I don't want to be cute? You're killing my ego here, angel."

"Oh how awful, I feel so terrible." Your echoed with sarcasm as you oushed against Quest's weight over you. He relinquished, letting you sit up but not moving from where he sat. His hands were still on your wrists and he gently tugged on them, encouraging you to move closer. If you moved even a centimetre further, your nose would be grazing his. It didn't take much encouragement to close that gap, Quest's lips gentle against yours. Though despite how gently he held you, it was clear that he was holding back—waiting for some kind of signal to continue. But you didn't give him the satisfaction. Instead, you pulled away, smiling as he regarded you with for adoration and affection than perhaps you'd ever felt in your life.

"I like where this is going," you started, voice low and hushed despite being the only two people in the room. "But I believe you promised me a meal and a nap when we got back."

Quest's laugh was explosive, his head tilting back as he laced his fingers with yours. Once his amusement abated enough to speak, he replied. "You really will be the death of me, won't you, angel? But of course, anything my darling commands."

#blooming panic fanfic #blooming panic x reader #blooming panic quest #blooming panic quest fanfic #blooming panic quest x reader #robo is bored fic contest #quest is old man at heart who does not know technology and that is so valid u pop off king one day you'll learn what twitter is #for now enjoy your cassette tapes and flip phones with the funky lil buttons i miss having one #the most tech savvy phone quest will ever get is one of them phones where the keyboard slides out from underneath #and you turn the phone on its side to type #u know the one right #anyway this is a very specific hc that i didn't realise i had enjoy it gamers #see u in a few weeks for quest birthday time to celebrate the quiddies #anna writes

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coolcattime · 2 years

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Heyo it's me again.

So today i was playing death stranding and was thinking about the respawn system in that game and immediately started brainrotting like my brain became a disaster imagining the beach style afterlife but for mcyt and then of course being dirty mianite trash it immediately became mianite head canon about the after life which made me think of you. So here is my sonja x capsize angsty headcanon for you. (This is a small thank you for letting me spam your asks with my nonsense)

How it works is when you die you dont stay dead instead your soul appears in the afterlife but you retain your consciousness you can see the spirits of the dead and they are wandering off into the distance. Some are stuck behind as as sorta images of themselves not really there but it's really them in the truest essence. When the champions die they are sent there but are quickly snatched back by their respective gods.

When sonja first sided with the darkness it weakened her connection with mianite and made it harder for him to pulls her back from the after life. So she was the only hero to know about this "beach" everytime she'd die she would spend time on this beach mostly alone. Rarely seeing anyone but when she did they quickly walked into the wsters and disappeared. That is until going to the land of ruxomar and experiencing her first death. This time when she appears on the beach she sees a lone figure standing by the sea quietly. She feels a pain in her heart but is pulled away before she could see who it was. Not too long after she dies again and this time she gets closer to the figure. She definitely knows who it is but it hurts to admit it. The next time she goes to the after life she finally peeks and she knew it from the beginning. It was capsize. She cried for the entire day after getting back. It didnt take her long to figure out this was exactly capsize but was also her in someways. Somedays she'd end up there and just sit with capsize. Maybe she was getting reckless just to spend a few desprate minutes beside her again. That's when sonja discovered thaumcraft and it's promise of power. The eldrich whispers speaking of ways to upturn the rules of the world. A power beyond the gods. Maybe if ianite failed to bring back capsize these things could. And with that thought sonja threw herself headfirst into madness. Each death by mind spiders or eldrich horrors only spurred her forward as she was reminded of her goal. What was her goal again? What did that strange woman mean to her? Sonja's madness riddled mind wandered some days

Holy shit I love this so much!!!

Firstly, you can spam my asks as much as you want, but thank you so much for this because this is such good angst.

This idea of the afterlife is so cool, especially with the added context of the gods literally pulling their champions back.

And I just love everything about the scenario you've written. I really love the idea of it starting to take longer for Sonja to be revived, the others not quite understanding why, Sonja not understanding why, Mianite understanding why but not wanting to acknowledge it. I think she'd almost find it relaxing in the season one world, a small break from the chaos of just everything.

Then in Ruxomar, after already losing so much, she finds herself on the beach again and gods, just seeing Capsize, even if she's not fully herself she something she so deseparetely needed. The others don't notice her tears, they don't notice her more relaxed attitude towards her own safety, at least not at first. Not until she's already started research thaumcraft.

Everthing you've written about the thaumcraft stuff is excellent, it reads like a Darkest Dungeon boss backstory, with Sonja losing her mind to bring Capsize back, but forgetting even that as she dvells further into the eldrich maddness. The others have realised something terrible is happening to Sonja, though whether they can do anything about that now is a different question altogether. On a beach far away, what remains of a woman watching something eat away at someone she loves, but there's nothing she can do to stop it.

#anon ask #mianite #sonja x capsize #sonja firefox #captain capsize #sonja reid/captain capsize #seriously i love this so much #and now i also kind of want to do a little mianite darkest dungeon au

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inthenextchapter · 2 years

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Controversial Fame - Chapter 1

When Mila Jordan meets her long-time celebrity crush Nicholas Whitmore, she understands why people say you're better off without meeting your idols.

But Nick surprises her by showing glimpses of the maturity he should possess, being older than her - only to turn around and act like men half his age, going from one girl to the other at every party they meet. Contrary to what most - even Nick - believe, Mila doesn't mind. In fact, she envies him: after losing her husband and being propelled to fame for the eulogy she performed at his funeral, she's sure she'll never fall in love again. So she's determined to learn the art of casual relationships so she won't spend the rest of her life alone.

What happens when Nick offers to be the one to teach her how to be in a physical relationship without emotional attachment?

Will Nick be prepared to realize the student overcame the master?

I looked around, trying not to outright stare at the faces of the people I’d only ever seen in magazines and movie screens before tonight. I’d spent my entire life daydreaming about them - what they were like in their private lives, what kind of stuff kept them up at night…

Was that director really going to give that forgotten actor another chance, now that he was out of rehab? And what the hell happened to that cute guy that sang in a boyband when I was a teenager?

Were all of my childhood fantasies truly just… casually strolling around, cocktail glasses in their manicured hands, Louboutins in their non-blistered ankles?

I always thought it was fun to fantasize. Imagine what they were like in their day-to-day lives, when there were no cameras around, no need to seem or look perfect to anyone who didn’t talk to them on a daily basis.

There was a peculiar kind of agony - a delicious sort of pain - that came with the activity. Knowing that these people inspired me so much, motivated me even, and yet I’d never know what it was truly like to be amongst them. To roam the same halls their designer dresses flittered by, that incandescent million-watt smile gracing whomever was in their way.

It must be so easy, living a life where there was no need. What could someone like them possibly desire? One snap of their fingers and they had it - their dream job, house or partner. What wouldn’t anyone give to be like them?

But to me, there always seemed to be another side to the otherwise shiny and perfect lives Hollywood celebrities got to live. It was a personal sense of peace, one that accompanied the major FOMO everytime I realized I was nowhere near becoming famous.

The comfort of knowing my every move mattered only to a select group of people. That no one outside of my social circles cared if I was hurting or vulnerable, angry or sad.

Sure, at times, it was a bit depressing, too. Everyone wants to feel loved, I guess, and being a celebrity feels like achieving that goal to the maximum: your face being known everywhere, the entire world could fall head over heels for you.

But it all came with a price, and sometimes, my everyday life was too much of a heavy load, already. Knowing that I carried the potential to hurt or uplift those that mattered most to me. Knowing they depended on me, to some degree.

I couldn’t begin to wonder how it must feel for them… when a simple smile or tear could make careers or break brands or deals, make someone’s day or break their heart.

So I guess it was understandable, how I was just standing at this corner, trying not to make eye contact with anyone in particular, now that I was surrounded by goddesses and gods I’d never even conceived I’d meet in real life.

But this was real life. This was my life now, and by the looks of it, Rachel wouldn’t ever let me forget it.

“You know, when I invited you to come to this party, I expected you would be at least a little bit timid.” I rolled my eyes dramatically, hiding my grin behind the bottle of beer she managed to find the second we walked through the doors of this expensive mansion together.

“You haven’t been in L.A. for long and this is the first time I managed to convince you to leave that damn hotel room. A bit of social awkwardness is natural, necessary even.” She continued, not taking any notice of how funny I found her concern.

“But standing in the corner, watching over everyone like a hawk takes your shyness from endearing directly into creepy, I hope you know that.” My smile dropped and it was hard to stop myself from cringing. I wasn’t too sure of my success when I lifted my gaze from what seemed to be the former child star of a sitcom I watched after school doing a keg stand with the help of a well-known athlete and met Rachel’s gaze to find he with her eyebrow cocked, one hand on her hip as she stared me down.

Lord, was I really that awful?

I forced a smile in the hopes to ease the situation, reaching out to accept the new bottle of beer she offered me as I discarded my empty one. We clicked the bottoms in a silent toast and I immediately raised it to my lips, hoping the alcohol would finally kick in and help ease some of this tension in my shoulders.

I didn’t tell her that I wasn’t shy. I was beyond grateful for her insistence in forging a friendship with me despite my awkwardness. I knew I’d done the right thing by coming to this party. I just didn’t know what to do now that I was here.

It’s not like I have anything interesting to offer to a conversation between the guy whose poster watched over my sleep during all of my teenage years and the woman my husband used to compare me to when he was still alive.

Sorry, ex-husband.

Late husband?

Fuck.

Taking another swig of my beer, I pondered about the reality I was living in now.

When that video was posted eight months before, I had no idea I’d become a viral sensation, the object of a heated, ruthless dispute between multiple labels.

I didn’t think I’d have my entire future rewritten from what I’d always expected it to be.

And still, here I was. Living the dream, as they’d say, in L.A., of all places. It didn’t matter that it had never actually been a dream of mine.

It didn’t matter that I hated the city and everything it represented.

Sure, it had been fun to fantasize - and I’d done a hell of a lot of that as a teen. But at 28… There was an obvious reason as to why I’d never shown my songs to anyone. Well, anyone other than Tony.

He loved them so much, he kept insisting I should pursue a career in music. But he loved me, so it was easy for him to be blindsided by this little hobby of mine… I didn’t think I had enough talent or luck to break into the industry.

But I guess some god or goddess upstairs decided I had enough bad luck for a lifetime.

Perhaps I should feel guilty. Here I was, finally following my husband’s desire after he was gone, but he was precisely the reason for it. He was my motivation and my inspiration. I’d never wanted this - I didn’t even know how to deal with any of it. The fame, the fans, the weight of being known everywhere I went…

I was doing it all for him. I was living out the life he wanted me to live, because it was better than standing in the shadows of what our life together had been - before his diagnosis.

I just wish he was still around in some way or another. Not because I regretted not pursuing this while he was alive. Even though I was sure he’d be over the moon with my success, the worst part of “living the dream” without my soulmate was how badly I still needed him to be here.

He’d always had an excellent bullshit radar. Without it, I felt like I was blindly throwing myself at the hands of who seemed nicest, hoping I’d be able to figure out who to trust in this beast of an industry before they tore me apart.

“... Earth to Mila… Are you even listening to me?” Blinking back to the present, I grimaced to my friend who just rolled her eyes affectionately at me. We might not have known each other for long, but I was sure she was one of the good ones. The way she so sweetly accepted my amateurishness and never made fun of me - even though she still called me out for it - seemed like a testament to just how well I was sure we’d continue to get along.

“I swear, it’s like you’re not even trying to have fun.”

It was a fair assumption, even though I’d find a way to argue it wasn’t all that correct. I wanted to have fun. Of course, I did. I wasn’t a masochist or anything - I wouldn’t choose to spend my Friday night doing something I absolutely hated, but I had no idea how one suddenly starts having fun at these sorts of gatherings. And I bet the panicked look I sent her showed her just how overwhelmed I felt because, with a soft sigh, she took my hand in hers and gently pulled me away from the safety of my hiding spot, in the corner of a stranger’s living room mansion, and guided us towards the backyard.

Although I wasn’t too sure something with a fountain bigger than my apartment could really be considered a backyard.

There were significantly fewer people sprawled around the perfectly green grass, gathered in small groups. It was clear everyone here knew one another and was more interested in making conversation than grinding against someone else - as was the case for the people I’d been observing inside the house.

Not that I had anything against that other way of passing the time, specifically…

I looked down at Rachel and my interlaced hands, and I had another one of those oh-shit moments of realization. This was Rachel. Rachel Farrel was holding my hand. The same woman I’d religiously watch in every new episode of my favorite tv series, now considered me a friend and was currently dragging me towards a group of people who were her friends…

Which apparently included Nicholas Whitmore, my all-time celebrity crush.

Oh, shit, oh, fuck.

“Hey, everyone!” I was sure my eyes looked as wide as plates when her call for attention was acknowledged, and I had to bite down on my lower lip to resist the urge to duck and run. “This is Mila! We met on the shoot for her first music video.”

“Oh, that’s right!” Jesse Reyes (gasp!) pointed at me, a smirk on his handsome face as the realization sparked on his brown eyes. “You’re that girl… who sang her own version of Hallelujah, right?”

Clearing my throat, I smiled gratefully at him as I nodded, taking advantage of the fact that Rachel had at last released my hand to rub it against my jeans in the hopes of getting rid of my nervous sweat.

“Yeah, that’s right.” He winked at me before returning to whatever the topic had been before we interrupted, and I was deeply grateful for how quickly he was able to swerve away from the awkward title I was usually recognized for.

I didn’t want to be “that-girl-who-became-famous-for-singing-at-her-husband’s-funeral” forever.

“Hallelujah, huh?” I looked up to find Nicholas staring, a smirk on his lips as he took a sip from the bottle of beer that he held. “So, Mila…” The way he pronounced my name had butterflies setting flight inside my belly, but I didn’t have the time to give them any attention. “Are you like… an angel?”

The snort that left me at the question was anything but graceful. I could feel my face burning as the mortification set in, and the laughter that flowed freely from my spectators only added to the feeling.

“Uh… no,” I assured him once the shock from the unexpected sound left me. Rachel’s friends (and herself) were still giggling, but I could see it was from the unexpectedness of the event - and for that, I couldn’t really blame them. “I’m nowhere near an angel. Trust me.”

It was only once one of his eyebrows curled up that I realized what I’d said sounded like a challenge - one I had no intention to pursue. “Jesus…” I muttered under my breath, trying to find some comfort in the man my mother adored so much, despite how much I’d cursed him in the last year or so.

Considering my (lack of) luck (not to mention the absence of whatever grace I used to possess when fraternizing with people), Nicholas heard me call out for help from above. Even worse? So did everyone else, and more laughter spilled from the animated group at my discomfort.

Guess I was the light of the party, after all?

“Well, color me intrigued.” His words snapped me out of my embarrassment, and I was able to meet his gaze only to find something dangerously hypnotizing in his blue hues - something so familiar and yet so new it had my stomach turning, a shudder running down my spine under the dim light that the moon casted over us in the garden.

… What the fuck was happening?

“I’m Nick, by the way.” He offered me his hand and I mindlessly went over the proper motions, offering my own to shake his all while trying not to freak out or show any particular reaction over the prospect of touching Nicholas Whitmore so I wouldn’t end up mortified and unable to ever attend a Hollywood party again.

When he turned my palm around and leaned over, pressing a kiss to the back of it while maintaining eye contact, I knew I would fail in that endeavor. The lopsided smirk he sent my way had my stomach flipping, and both him and I knew I was screwed.

I could hear my heartbeat louder than the bass from the music playing inside. Avoiding my mouth from hanging open and revealing just how affected I was by this encounter was the furthest thing from my mind.

“Careful with that one, Mila…” Rachel’s voice reached me through the fog of desire that had unexpectedly clouded my vision. “He might be the life of every party, but that’s pretty much his only redeeming quality.”

Snickers were heard all around, and when Nick straightened himself up, brushing the strands of hair that had fallen over his face back again, it was clear he took no offense to her words.

He was comfortable with the idea his friends had of him, even though it wasn’t a flattering one.

Clearing my throat, I took a sip of my beer to help me push away the warm pit of desire that had bristled to life at feeling his touch on me. It was the first time in almost a year since I’d felt this way, and despite the happiness that flowed through my veins upon realizing I wasn’t dead, it wasn’t necessarily how I imagined it would go.

“I don’t know…” I mused, avoiding his eyes as I addressed my friend, knowing everyone else was paying attention to us. “He does play one hell of a make-out scene. But I suppose that could be his co-stars acting, after all.”

As Rachel’s friends exploded in a fit of laughter, I smiled as her hand clutched my arm for support as she doubled over in laughter. A smile - a real smile, not that fake, practiced one I’d been using all the time - painted my lips, and the small seed of belonging started to blossom inside of me.

“Fuck, you’re funny.” Marcus Royce wiped away tears from the corners of his eyes, shaking his head at me. The entire thing was so different from the persona I was used to seeing associated with his expression - the character he played in the sitcom that Rachel starred in was barely even human, with his cold eyes and inability to smile. “You’re gonna fit right in with our group, just you wait.”

Rachel took advantage of his opening to introduce me to the rest of the gang. Besides her and Nick, Jesse Reyes - Nicholas' best friend - was there, alongside Marcus Royce and Johanna Biles (actress, model, and all around a hottie).

“There are some other people who we consider part of our little group who aren’t here. You’ll meet them in time,” Rachel reassured me, but it was an unnecessary preoccupation. To be accepted by these people already meant a lot to me.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had a group of friends to rely on, and now that my life had been turned upside down, in more ways than one, having someone to trust was essencial.

I knew I could trust Rachel, and if she trusted these people, I was one step closer to leaving that lasting loneliness back in my past.

That’s why I didn’t see the point in trying to hide the fact that being a part of their group delighted me, but no one seemed to think less of me for not faking coolness, thankfully.

Maybe they really were the people I should hang around.

“So…” I almost choked on my beer when I realized the conversation had moved onto something I didn’t follow, and Nick seemed to consider it was the perfect opportunity to approach me. “You’re familiar with my movies.”

I didn’t miss the way he looked me up and down. There was undeniable lust in his eyes and it made me feel like I was something he wanted to devour but in all honesty? I couldn’t say I didn’t like it.

It’s not every day that you get to meet your celebrity crush and actually manage to catch their attention. I wasn’t about to complain. Guilt, however, was like a bucket of ice cold water thrown over that tiny little ember that’d dared to come alive upon meeting Nick, and in a second, the thrill of being noticed disappeared from my tired body.

I wasn’t ready to entertain any kind of male attention just yet, and I was pretty sure that’d be the case for a long while. To top it all off, Nicholas Whitmore, with his easy smirk and sparking eyes, was probably the last man I should consider entertaining.

“Who isn’t?” I opted for nonchalance, drinking my beer as I watched him approach, his back blocking the rest of the gang from our conversation while I was cornered against one of the walls of the mansion.

His laugh had butterflies erupting in my stomach, but I refrained from looking into his eyes again - even when he took one step closer, hand going over my shoulder to find balance on the way against which I held myself up.

“You know, it really is nice to meet you.” I could only nod, not interested in the slightest (or so I told myself) in getting lost in the sea that was his gaze, at that moment hyper focused on me. “I saw your video. You might not be one, but you sure sing like an angel.”

There was no need for a mirror. I knew exactly the impact of his words, uttered in that low voice so close to me I shivered. I didn’t question his closeness, even though we were practically strangers to one another. I knew he’d use the excuse provided by the crowds around us. And I knew he could see the effect that he had on me, too.

It was only expected, considering he was an entire decade older than me. I was sure that experience with the opposite sex’s reaction to his moves wasn’t something he lacked.

Before he could do anything about it though, a heavy hand settled on his shoulder, pulling him away from me - and just like that, we were back into the group’s conversation.

“Man, lay off her,” Marcus teased him. “She’s too good for you, anyway. You know who she’d be perfect for? Tom.”

It was miniscule, but I did catch a reaction from Nick. A dark cloud seemed to turn the blue in his eyes almost gray-ish, and he immediately took a couple of steps back, but not before throwing me another smile - this one nowhere near a smirk.

“You’re right.” Nodding, his gaze settled on me as if evaluating my qualities. I shifted in my position, but weirdly, I wasn’t uncomfortable with his attention. “She would be perfect for him.”

For whatever reason, I got the impression that he didn’t consider those words to be complimentary, but that didn’t seem to diminish the… curiosity he felt about me.

“Hey, Nick!” Another unfamiliar voice called from outside our semi-circle, and we all turned to see that a woman had approached us, clearly hoping to catch the attention of the man standing next to me. Blonde and tall, her gray-blue eyes were laser-focused on Nick as she confessed, not at all bothered by our interest in their conversation, “I heard you were coming to this party. Figured I’d check in on you.”

The change in his body language was immediate. Standing up straighter, Nicholas rolled his shoulders back and tilted his head, scanning her entire body as another smirk painted his features.

This one had ‘predatory’ written all over it.

“Cynthia! It has been a while, hasn’t it?” I watched with fascination as he rubbed his beard, openly checking her out once more before throwing a look over his shoulder, at his friends. He winked at Marcus, who barely managed to muffle a laugh just as Nick pounced, closing the space between him and the stranger, an arm easily finding home around her waist as he pulled her closer to him - and dragged her away from us.

“Let’s find a more private place to catch up, hm? What do you say?”

I didn’t need to see her expression to know this was everything she’d been hoping for when she decided to interrupt our conversation. Her infatuated giggles said as much, and I followed along, chuckling under my breath and shaking my head as I turned towards Rachel.

I didn’t even need to say anything - “That’s Nick,” my friend shrugged, easily occupying the space he’d left as she wrapped her arm over my shoulder and pulled me to her. “Stay away from him,” she jokingly insisted, and I laughed awkwardly.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Still, as I tried to inconspicuously look back into the house, where I’d been and where Nick and Cynthia disappeared into, I couldn’t help but wonder what it must be like - to be so into someone for a single evening, relying on another person’s body to get you to that unbelievable high just to pass the time, and then leave the next morning, as if nothing had ever happened.

Would I ever be able to do that?

#original wriing #original fiction #original characters #writing #tropes #celebrity #romance #fiction romance #original #words #relationship #lit #prose #spilled ink #love #writers #i love you #currently reading #books and libraries

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midorismorningsessions · 4 months

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before proceeding, listen to the full episode here:

as i write this, i seriously do not know the question to this answer. having reeled from the loss of a friend to the perils of a staggered thesis writing journey coupled with random reminiscences of past memories while working on my narrative report, as well as the inherent final projects needed to be accomplished, made for a turbulent first few weeks of the new year for me. i think i might've fallen into a major depressive episode.

i decided to deactivate my facebook account so i won't have to recall these memories he left me dealing with, but everytime i turn up to school for the most random of reasons, i find myself just catching all the sadness this world ever has to give me. i've hesitated to come back since. or even turn my focus to these impending projects i still needed to finish. i just can't put my heart out into these projects. not when i'm still getting myself together, both as an individual student and the person a lot of people count on.

sure, i may have a long list of things i've wanted to do after school ends by this year. pursuing music full-time, teaching at the same department that has broken my heart and left me devastated twice, streaming myself playing valorant with an ever-cursing mouth, writing more and more pieces and essays about my experiences in life, producing and hosting a podcast about these same experiences, they have all crossed my mind. but nothing will ever replace the constant loneliness i have been feeling since time immemorial, a feeling that was once filled by my now-former college bestfriend, currently busy with the most important project he has undertaken yet—his own thesis.

i kind of don't like calling him that. but he has since grown cold as ice, not just towards me, but everybody else he has probably ever known. that excludes his own friends, ones that he encounters and spends time with everyday. these lucky bastards. that may be too much of a word to say, but they're lucky enough not to bear the brunt of losing a friend. they're lucky they will never grieve over losing someone so important to their lives, despite them being very much alive and kicking.

we never ended on a bad note, he said to me one time. so you don't need to block me. but knowing myself, i will definitely have the urge to tell him about random stuff, my adventures, my thesis, internship and everything in between. i did it for my own sake. of fucking course, it'll leave me haunting for days and weeks on end. and i did it time and again.

i told him about what i have been feeling in the brunt of all this in a lengthy rant on our messenger chats. i couldn't pretend any longer. i wasn't fine with everything happening at all. i wasn't fine with him being cold, or him deactivating. hell, he even told me that i could just dump everything and he'll read them all, but i couldn't do that now. i don't know if he even reads the rest of the emails i sent him. however, he read the first one that i sent in early january, saying that i didn't want to bother him any longer as he keeps himself busy with work and graduate school. i still had hope, but it has since faded with each passing day as i see him spending his time happily with his true friends.

i was never one of these friends. although he has been telling me that i am one of his for keeps friends, i don't know if that is even true anymore. he has been with me for all of my major milestones in the past year, but i couldn't even cheer him up in his most turbulent time yet. i don't know if he still considers me as a friend, or a phase now enamored by our respective personal endeavors.

i don't know where to go from here. that's the most obvious answer. i don't even know if i'll be able to graduate in about six months time. i don't know if i'll be able to survive this phase at all.

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today's ending theme is 5 seconds of summer's amnesia from 5 seconds of summer. enjoy listening!

#essays #Spotify

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bl00dybat · 5 months

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i miss being pure a lot. it was ruined so early. it didnt even start with SA it started with exposure to sexuality so young and being sexualized. why tf was i sexualizing myself so young?? why tf were people sexualizing me so young and showing me sexual shit?? it feels so disgusting and ive always felt disgusting. it all just escalated with people sexualizing me as well as a kid, harassing me, touching me AHH so much. spring and summer gives me nostalgic feelings from when i was young and nothing mattered. i hate working and seeing kids come in with their parents so full of love and life, i feel so jealous i want to cry, i wish i could start over. i know everyone wishes they were a kid again and having a child is like being able to relive it yourself and shape them in a better way than what you had. i could never have a kid. my parents didnt even know i was being tainted and i felt too much shame to tell them. being think wont resort me back to being a child. i know this. but even as a kid i had in my mind i needed to be small. the more i gained weight the more i appeared like a girl and the more disgusted i felt with myself. being small meant control and looking more masculine. it still feels that way. itll be so long before i can get surgeries and really feel complete. until then i want to shed myself of this shame full of fat. ive failed at restricting these past 3 days and i feel so ill. i was so close to 149. so fucking close. i had to be a fat piece of shit and just stuff my fucking face. craving a bit of comfort and distraction from what i feel. from going to sleep. i dont want to be forced to relive the pain everytime i go to bed. its always something horrible in some twisted way. i dont want to sleep and acknowledge this day is truly over and tomorrow i am still this person. i have to learn to love myself or i can never enjoy this life. i wish it was easier to not have such strong restrictions on what i feel is ok for me to be and do. i keep relapsing in self harm and i know being in servers that have enablers for sh and ed doesnt fucking help but god i just dont want to feel alone. i cant confide in anyone here it just causes more worry and pain and its so difficult to see them suffer because im struggling so much. theres nowhere to hide but here and i feel like eventually itll be discovered and ill be sent to a hospital or some shit to go through the same cycle ive been through 8 times before, just wasting peoples time and money. i do try to get better and not keep up horrible coping skills nothing fucking works nothing is enough to distract running away doesnt help i dont want to run but i dont want to be beat up by my brain anymorw i just want to feel numb i just want to be hurt I JUST WANT TO BE HURT please anything to make this shutupni dont want to see horrible flashbacks anymoreni hate this ptsd i hate the pain i hate the ghosts i dont want a life full of trauma i dony want to focus on all the bad i want to be ok so badly but none of this is okay my body isnt okay ill neveg be okay at this weight i have to punish myself by not eating people spend too much on me as is and its so costly just to keep me alive why bother with the extra shit?? i want to be loved and coveted but also hated and beaten until i have no choice but to die, i never reached my goals i never became a tattoo artist it is so painful to lose what little progress ive made in life but it is more painful than torturing myself everyday unconsciously? its painful to think all memoriesnof this life could be erased, nothing i did ever mattered, a handful of people remember me and when theyre gone it willnbe nobody. but i feel like such a shitstain in the world anyway and undeserving of being remembered. i already fuckednup so much please just let me restart. i would if it wouldnt hurt my bf and family so much. its torture. why be hurt because of losing me? there is nothing that is lost. i promise i dont matter and ive made you think i matter out of desperation. im sorry.

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insertdragonpun · 2 years

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ just like the previous posts in this series there will be a bit of graphic descriptions and word choices. Be safe this Halloween people! Warning over!⚠️⚠️⚠️

As a special gift for this special day have the third character in my apocalyptic story that will most definitely be turned into a comic!

Here is my baby, Natasha!

My lovely little gremlin baby with a fuck ton of hair! So basically, Natasha was homeless. Dim runs into her after her escape from the hospital, where Natasha asks whether she knew Dim.

After Dim runs off what does this little creature do? Well because I need a substantial amount of time to pass from Dim's almost panic attack on the sidewalk for certain characters to be in the right place for the tutorial, Natasha spends her time going where she was originally going. The next alley over. No seriously, she was getting stuff from that alley to put in her makeshift shelter on the roof of a building (yes she scales it everytime she wants to sleep. She is a gremlin child.) and on her trip from her shelter back to get more stuff she had the unfortunate luck to run into one very overwhelmed lady with pretty eyes.

She makes this trip a few more times basically forgetting about the lady, she has more on her mind than a strange encounter, and once she finishes getting everything up at her shelter she stands back proud of her work and just a little out of breath (she ain't eating healthy and probably has at least 3 different respiratory issues from her time living on the streets of a pretty polluted city. I'll touch back on THAT in a sec)

Once her breath is back she looks around, feeling like something was watching her. Then, she hears the scream. It wasn't human or anything like the screams that kept her up sometimes, no it was like a baby yowling mixed with the anger of the drunkards that wander the alleys below her at night. She looks over the edge of her roof and sees... kids?

They're small, smaller than her, but only in height. They're stocky and muscular with strange clothes made of rags, and that's not even bringing up the fact that they ranged from lime green to cobblestone gray. Natasha had seen sick people but not one of them turned lime green, so she knew these weren't people. At least not people from here (Natasha is a child. I feel like I need to emphasize this, she is probably no more than ten at this point and since she had been in this city her entire life she had no idea what the rest of the world was like so small green people were just as strange as an outsider to her) As she watched with curiosity she heard another scream, this time she knew what it was from. The sweet old lady who would always give her some baked goods from her bakery when she used her granny senses to tell that Natasha wasn't eating.

So our little gremlin girl scittered down the wall of her building and towards the bakery where she came face to face with a group fo the those creatures as they stood around the old lady, unmoving on the ground. Natasha is obviously outraged and here comes an interesting part of her character, Natasha is very protective of what she thinks as hers in her mind. The old lady gave her food, and sometimes shelter if the weather was bad, she was HER old lady and Natasha was really fucking upset about losing one of the few people that cared about her and the rest of the kids that wandered these streets. So what does Natasha do? Well, she did grow up on the streets and no matter how upset she is she knew not to jump into a fight headfirst.

Nah she liked to see what her opponent seemed to care the most about, and then use it against it. Hey, she grew up fending for herself she ain't gonna be a sweet baby! She checks over the gray creature with long ears and a pig nose when she sees exactly what she's gonna use. On the beast's hip, held in place by some scraps of fur, is a shiny black knife with delicate detailing on the hilt in thin strips of turquoise and gold.

Natasha looks the creature the eyes and smiles her little shit smile and charges, aiming for the opposite side of the knife. Clever girl goes for a feint, and grabs the knife from its makeshift scabbard and stands behind the goblin, giving it enough time to turn around before she charges again.

Gremlin vs Goblin! FIGHT!

Gremlin wins lol.

I still haven't figured out much of her foght after this point so I'm going to leave it at that. Once the goblin falls to its own blade Natasha turns around to the others, seeing similar knives on their hips (similar but not the same theirs are the same shiny black but much more basic hilts) she takes them out, not even noticing the blue screen next to her until she finished them off. (Get it gremlin child! Kick those goblin asses!) Natasha turns to the floating screen with her arms full of knives

[Congratulations, player! You have completed the tutorial! Please wait while we develop your character based on your actions :) NOTE: YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO ATTACKS WHILE YOU WAIT. ANY ACTIONS AFTER THIS MESSAGE WILL NOT COUNT TOWARDS YOUR CHARACTER.]

Natasha stared at the bright screen squinting her eyes. She didn't know how to fucking read. She just blinked and turned away to drag the goblin bodies away into an alley, never leave a body on the sidewalk. The people who cleaned the streets weren't paid enough for that shit.

As Natasha finished her task she heard a loud beeping sound and turned around to see another blue screen.

[Congratulations on surviving after the tutorial! All of the creatures you have destroyed will now be turned into skill points! NOTE: SKILL POINTS WILL ONLY BE ACCESSIBLE IN SHELTERS AND NEUTRAL ZONES. Your character has been decided! Welcome to the game, Draconic Rouge, Natasha!]

This time as the screen was in front of her, each word lit up as a voice spoke in her mind. It wasn't like anything she heard before, it sounded like everything and nothing at the same time. She really fucking hated it.

Okay! So Draconic? Well I thought this was kinda funny, but since Natasha stole the weapon to kill the goblins she got rouge, but because horded the rest of the knives while the screen was still up they were counted towards her species.

So as Natasha was in pretty bad pain as she grew horns and as her teeth sharpened, a book appeared in front of her. It had the words she heard before, written within it. And if she tapped the word she would hear it in her mind as well as a definition for the big ones she didn't understand. (The game creators are cruel but they believe in educating the youth at least) Natasha will be her-clever-little-self and use that book for more than it's intended purpose.

Oh, I said I would talk more about that polluted city right? Well we all now that cities here can get pretty grody but I thought it would be interesting if I made it soooo much worse in this parallel earth that this story takes place in. So basically it's common for people to wear respiratory masks depending on how close they are to the thick part of the city. Thankfully it is illegal for a hospital to be in a certain radius of the city, kinda obvious why, so Dim was pretty much on the outskirts of the city. The more towards the center you go the thicker the smog. And that smog doesn't leave. Because it is so dangerous to be in the city center, services or public goods there are pretty damn cheap. This will be important for two different characters soon. :)

Anyway I also thought it would be cool that (the entire city is still covered in thick layers of smog but most other living things have adapted to it. I.e. trees hibernate for longer and grow very little every year.) After time has passed in the story the group looks up at the sky and majority of them freak out because there are a bunch of shiny lights in the sky they're under attack, but Dim just looks kinda sad and says, "it's fine. They're just the stars."

#apocalyptic comic idea #Natasha!!#my baby gremlin girl #hi I'm Natasha I'm ten and I never learned how to fucking read!#she does know how to gut a fully grown man though #my sweet little monster child #i love her #:)

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drakenology · 3 years

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Baby, Have My Babies - Ejiro Kirishima

summary: you and your pro hero fiancé take a romantic getaway for valentines day with one thing on his mind; baby making.

author’s note: oh hai! so this baby is for the corruption event @ultimate-astridwriting and @bummie is hosting for valentines day! shout out to them for including me 🥺. check out the other works that participated and as always enjoy!

warnings: smut! (minors no peeking!), breeding kink, use of the word “daddy” in the sack, unprotected sex, soft dom!kiri, prohero!kiri (the big bulky one with the long hair), dirrrrty talk, I cuss a lot and Kiri nuts a lot. all characters are aged up!

The night Kirishima proposed was a beautiful valentine’s night to remember. There you were, at one of the most expensive restaurants anyone could sit at in the middle of Bora Bora (your dream vacation spot), head empty. Just the image of your boyfriend, now fiancé kneeling down on one knee to pop the prettiest question.

“Will you marry me, baby?”, Crimson eyes full of love and adoration for you and only you as you gasp, your breath stolen as you watch him pull out the biggest diamond fucking ring you’d ever seen. Of course you said yes. Why the fuck wouldn’t you?

That same night you arrive at a hotel you were staying at in Bora Bora (the most romantic location to spend your valentines day). Kirishima saw to it that yours and his things would be taken up to the suite he had already reserved and decorated to surprise you.

You open the door swiftly, Kirishima’s chest swelling with pride when he hears your girlish squeal at the sight of the romantic decor (all done by yours truly). Flower pettles littered the carpet leading to the bed where countless gifts and a huge teddy bear rested. The room was covered in candles and roses and love. It smelled sweet like vanilla as a slow piano track played softly in the background. It was like a page out of a romance novel just opened up right in front of you.

Your eyes well up with tears at the wonderful gesture. Kirishima was always a romantic; his love language being gift giving and grand gestures, but he truly out did himself tonight. As you exclaim oo’s and ah’s at all of the suites glory you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.

“You like it, honey?” He asked, leaving a trail of fluttering kisses along your neck as you swoon at his touch.

“I love it. I love you, Kiri.” Gushing as you spin around on your heels to reach up and kiss him. Instinctively, He hoists you into his loving arms; your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands firmly gripping your ass as one falls to push all the teddy bears off the bed he needed you in.

He lays you carefully onto the bed and admired your body from way up there (boy is tall), drinking you in and groaning at the sight of your face looking up at him all flushed and innocent-like. God, he couldn’t wait to ruin you completely and thoroughly.

“I’ve been thinking baby..” Kiri started to say, ripping your poor dress in half with his seemingly handcrafted hands and chuckling at your high pitched squeak. “What if..” after pressing a wet kiss on your midriff, trailing the attention down just above where you wanted him. “..we tried *kiss* for a *kiss* baby..?”

You shudder at his minstrations, biting your lip as you feel him prod his thick fingers over your clothed pussy. You wince at the sound of his groan at the feeling of your wet pussy practically sticking to your panties.

“So whaddya say?” He persisted, cock growing at the burning question. You were already so drunk on him, his mouth leaving open mouthed kisses over your covered heat causing you to slowly lose focus on anything other than the thought of just being railed already.

“M-Mm-hm..” You manage, nodding your head as you feel Kirishima smirk against your panties.

“You gonna let me, baby? Gonna let me fuck that cunt? Hm?” At this point he’s slurping on your pussy as he’s talking to you with that filthy mouth of his. God yes, you wanted to say but he’s devouring so good the only thing you can say is his title.

“D-Daddy! Ughhn fuck.” You cry, nearing your end surprisingly fast as his soft lips wrap around your aching clit.

“C’mon, baby. Cum all over my fucking mouth.” He huffed against you, humming into your pussy as he reattached his lips onto the throbbing bud. You arch your back up off the bed, toes curling and eyes rolled at the back of your head as you do as you were told.

Curses leave your lips as Kirishima continues his assault on your pussy, fucking you through your orgasm and working on a second one as he now has those fingers inside you. You gasp, whimpering as he hooked his fingers just like always to drive you crazy. Works everytime.

“Daddy, p-please. S’too much!” You lament, trying to pry your poor overstimulated pussy away from the hungry beast devouring you.

Kirishima loves when you try to escape him; an ego trip floating in his mind as he watched you writhe and struggle to leave his strong grasp.

“Uh-uh baby, where ya goin’?” He teased, latching his mouth onto your pussy as he fingered you. His lips were replaced by his warm tongue, licking and sucking as he stroked your walls with his fingers. You melt under his touch, worrying that the other guests staying on your floor could hear your desperate cries for more.

“God, give it to me. Fuckin’ give it to me.” Kiri soothed, feeling your hands tangle into his long red tresses as another orgams ripped through your whole body. Your thighs clamp around his head as you shake like a leaf. He paused for a moment to take in your half-ruined body, hungry for the satisfaction completely railing you into a stuttering mess.

Kirishima sits right up and grabs your face to plant a sinful kiss, tongues tasting each other as moans exchange between the two of you.

He pulls away, slick coating his chin as he hoisted himself on top of you. He propped himself up on one arm, the other taking his bulging cock into his hand to tease against your dripping folds.

“So fucking wet, baby.” He panted, “Ready for me? Want my dick inside you? Huh baby?” He cooed, the only thing he can hear is an out of breath and whiny little baby begging for his dick.

Kirishima sat up, pulling you off the bed as he wrapped your legs around him. You mewl at his brut strength, him lifting you with such ease throwing you for a loop. You wrap your arms around his neck as he prodded himself at your soaking wet pussy, sinking your body down onto him as you both moan at the feeling.

“Gonna fill you so fucking good. You like that? You love it when I fuck you like this, dont you?” He rambled, your gummy walls felt so good wrapped around his swollen cock. His hands gripped your ass as he slammed you down onto his dick, the sudden deepness causing your nails to sink into his back.

You shriek everytime your pussy took him in, back arching as the head brushed up against your g-spot. Your legs are shaking again, watching your feet as they dangle at either side of Kirishima’s body. His thrusts are strong, purposeful as he used you like a fuck toy all while standing up.

Your pussy made embarrassing noises, Kirishima commenting as the assault continued more forcefully.

“Shiiit. I love your fucking pussy. So wet. All for me, yeah?” Your response frantic nonsense.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Yes, daddy. G-give me more.” And so he does; his grip on your hips tighten as he slams you down slower and harder repeatedly hitting your g-spot at a new angle as he hunched over with you in his arms.

He started thrusting up into you, his large hand smacking down on your ass as he pounded you into nirvana.

“Mmm, you feel so fucking good, baby. Want me to fill you? You like it when I stuff you, huh?”

There was the familiar feeling coming yet again, stomach flipping and eyes fluttering as you sob into Kirishima’s neck.

“God, yes daddy! Cum inside me please, I-I need it.” You gripe, grabbing hold of one of your breasts as you attempt to grind into his thrusts in time with him.

“You need it, baby? Oh, I’m gonna give it to you. Just cum one more time for me.” He huffed, the feeling of your sopping wet walls clamping down onto him slowly becoming too much.

You pant, your face pulling into that little fucked out face Kirishima loved as you scream his name. Your whole body ignites, curses leaving your mouth as you cream all over his dick.

“Yeahhhh. That’s it baby. ‘M gonna fill you-fuck! I love you.” Kirishima said frantically; rutting into as few times before unloading himself inside you.

You feel his cum fill you up deliciously, the feeling of his dick throbbing inside you as he oozed causing you to whine. You feel him fuck his cum inside you; eager to breed you before pulling you off of his cock with a satisfied groan.

“Fuck sake.” He gasped. You were always such a good fuck. It should be illegal for your pussy to be that good. As he pulled out of your used hole, you felt the thick liquid drip out of you as Kirishima carried you to the master bathroom which was also candlelit.

“Let’s get cleaned up and keep this going. I can’t wait to see you waddling with my baby inside you.” He manifested. You hum into his chest as he cradled you like precious cargo, running the hot water for a bath for two.

“Love you” You slur, lazily dipping a finger into the bath.

“Ditto, babe.”

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mintelepathy · 3 years

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"How did my underwear end up here?"

idol!jimin x reader/oc

established relationship

word count: +1.0k

genre: fluff

warnings: none

summary: oc just bought a bunch of lipsticks and can't help but try them on jimin's lips

mlist

You were scrolling through social media as you waited for jimin to be done with his shower. He went to your apartment earlier that day to spend some time with you, but time passed by so fast that you asked him to stay the night there, and of course, there was no way he was going to lose the opportunity to be with you for as long as you both could.

"Do you still have some of my clothes here babe?" he asked as he made his way out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist, his face completely bare and his black hair wet. He was unbelievable pretty, the prettiest human being you've ever met to be more precise.

"Yeah, there should be something in my closet, I was doing the laundry the other day and I found some of your stuff there" you left your phone on the bed as you got up to help him find his clothes.

"How did my underwear end up here?" he asked when you handed him his clothes and you couldn't help but giggle at his question.

"Do I really have to answer that?" you side eyed him trying to hide the smile forming on your lips.

You kept looking into your closet to find something you recently bought as he went back to the bathroom to get change. He didn't take too long because when you made your way to sit on the bed he was already done.

"What's that?" he asked when he saw a box in your hands.

"Lipsticks and lip glosses"

"Are you going to do your makeup right now?" he jumped into the bed and grabbed one of the lipsticks to take a closer look at it.

"Actually, can I put these on your lips?"

"I've got some nice lips uh?" he said jokingly but also knowing the fact that your lips really had an effect on you.

"Can I?" you asked him again as you rolled your eyes.

"Sure, my lips are all yours" he leaned over and when his face was close enough to yours he pressed a gentle kiss on your lips.

He laid on his back and you crossed your legs to get more comfortable.

Even though he had just showered, you firstly wanted to do some skin care for him for at least a few minutes.

You grabbed a face mask from the same box from earlier and you put it on his face after you tied up his hair. You needed to wait twenty minutes and while waiting you decided to give him a gentle massage on his neck and shoulders.

You knew how much he practiced everyday and how sore his muscles ended up being after dancing for hours, so it was actually really usual of you to give him a massage everytime you had the chance.

Also you couldn't love more the fact that he always lets you take care of him just like he always takes care of you.

Twenty minutes later you removed the mask off his face and threw it to your side. You traced circular patterns across his face to help it absorb the rest of the product and there you were done.

"I almost fell asleep, that was so relaxing" he said as he opened his eyes. "Thank you"

"You don't need to thank me" you said as you ran your fingers through his locks and then you grabbed a few lip glosses and lipsticks to put them on his lips. "Chim, choose one" you handed him five lipsticks first.

"This one" he chose one with a subtle red tone.

You applied it carefully on his lips to make sure you did not mess up, and once you finished you gave him a little mirror so he could see how the color looked on him.

"It looks so good on you" you said staring at his lips and only his lips.

"Okay, I may actually use this from now on, I like it"

"Now choose one of these" You said as you handed him some lip glosses.

He chose one that was almost transparent and you excitedly applied it on top of the previous colour.

"Wow" you couldn't believe how good and kissable his lips looked. If his natural lips already had an effect on you, imagine seeing them so glossy and plumped just like they were now.

"Babe, close your mouth" he said smiling as he slightly touched your chin with his index finger.

You tried four more different colors but before finishing you wanted to mess up with him a little bit, so you grabbed a really deep and dark red lipstick and put him on his lips but this time you didn't really want to be careful, and it only took him a few seconds to notice it before he sat straight on the bed.

"You will regret this" he didn't even give you time to escape because he was already grabbing you by the waist and tossing you around on the bed.

He was now covering your face and neck with kisses so fast that you couldn't stop laughing. At that point there was no doubt your face was totally painted in red, he didn't miss a single spot.

"I look ridiculous, don't I?" he didn't have to answer because his face already said it all. "Since I'm already a full tomato, I wouldn't mind a few more kisses you know?"

He smiled and leaned towards you again but this time he kisses weren't fast and ticklish like the ones from a moment ago but instead these were full of softness.

"Wait here, I'll go grab something to clean that face of yours" He said before getting up and you waited for him just like he told you.

It was at that moment when you realized that if someone asked you what makes you happy, you wouldn't doubt to say that those kind of moments you spend with him were the ones that made you feel the happiest.

He is the person who makes you happy, and nothing could change that.

♡

A like or reblog is always appreciated🤍

Hey I'm back, school has been being hell lately and things weren't easy with my mind full focused on the boys comeback, but I'll try to post more things during this month👀

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torchiiko · 2 years

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i will now rant about howard (this is also Quite Long)

idk what randy sees in him tbh. my biggest issue is that he knows randys the ninja, how much randy likes being the ninja, and most importantly the kinds of threats norrisville deals with on a regular basis! and hes still mad everytime randy has to go Save Everyones Lives!! like ok. itd be upsetting to have your friend constantly bail on you but when said friend does it to literally protect the very town you both live in, i dont think you have much room to complain

the number of times howard has tried to convince randy Not to ninja out when there was actual danger is! concerning!! and it shows how selfish howard is bc he would rather let a monster rampage around than lose some of randys time. theyre both far too dependant on each other, but with randy having a responsibility as important as being the ninja, howard should understand that he cant be around 24/7

remember when a previous ninja left a stanked student in the freezer so he could go to prom and said stanked student thawed out and started causing trouble? and randy specifically said that he didnt want to lock him up for the next ninja to deal with the same way the past one had? and then howard still wanted to leave the student behind so he could go buy a new game

the episode where howard made casual friends (at randys insistence iirc) wouldve been a perfect compromise for them both and im disappointed it went the way it did. randy was far too jealous and felt left out, and acted out at howards expense. i saw a post about this episode (i think?) suggesting randy has trouble talking to people and making friends and that, socially, howard doesnt need randy the way randy needs him

... but howard does seem to need randy for everything else. he always has randy pay for stuff and apparently doesnt know his way home? and hardly ever appreciates randy for everything he does. unfortunate that the entire episode about learning to appreciate what people do for you and not taking them for granted apparently didnt stick in howards mind

howard also pushes randy to do things that go against his morals! a lot! at least he can recognize when randy goes off the deep end and reel him back in but it wouldnt have been a problem if howard hadnt pushed him to begin with!! the ninja turns down a free pizza bc it didnt seem ninja-like to accept, but howard gets frustrated and tells randy that no actually free stuff is more important

i will admit, theres been times where howard wasnt so bad! he acknowledged that bringing the power ball to julians party was a bad idea, he subbed for randy as the ninja when randy accidentally mindwiped himself, he helped convince everyone randy wasnt the ninja when debbie outed him, he even dove after and saved randy when randy dragged the sorceress into the land of shadows!! howard has the potential to be a good person and there are times he does care, but more often than not he does things mostly (if not only) for himself

heres more nitpicks: he ignores both the machine and randy when advised not to eat more than 2 soupsicles despite how sick it makes him, he gets mad at randy for giving the last remaining golden doctors note to julian even tho if he hadnt left julian alone thered still be more notes, he also doesnt care when they find julian in the land of shadows, instead being annoyed that theyd be stuck there with him specifically, he gets upset that randy is uncomfortable with his oversharing and that randy has some things he keeps to himself, he tells randy his enemies are just too easy and spends the rest of the episode playing tricks on him to prove it (which leads to randy giving ghoulian the power ball thinking it was another of howards tricks), the time when howard lied about the ninja wrecking his living room and convincing randy to leave a message for his dad, which then leads to his dad trying to Kill Randy, the episode where they both get jobs and he uses his manager position to treat randy poorly and act superior to him, and basically the entirety of snowklahoma. julian didnt deserve that </3

#rc9gn #howard weinerman #nerd time #ramble #long post #god i wanna talk about snowklahoma in particular but i feel like. i cant say anything that i havent already said about it #like randy specifically brings julian so he doesnt get stanked but howards like 'lets ditch him anyway' and then worse things happen

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