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sim0nril3y · 5 months

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Hi Grace! Really love your Ghost × Civilian, it's a real masterpiece!! Have already read several times)) your version of Simon is truly amazing!

We've seen jealous Simon, but what about his girl? Like they're out in a pub or something and there's someone trying to hit on him? Really interested in your vision on this one)

Have a nice day!!

Note: ahhhhhh, you're so cuuuuuuute, tytyty, I'm so glad that you are enjoying series, ily and I loooooove your request, I hope it is everything you were hoping it would be. Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), established relationship, drinking, jealousy, canon-typical swearing.

It was a Friday night. It was supposed to be like every other Friday night. The two of you tucked into a cosy corner of your local pub, few drinks, conversation about any plans for the weekend. However, this Friday was different and rudely interrupted by a rowdy group of women.

It was a group of 10 of them, each time the door opened another seemed to join the flock. They were crowding the bar, happily chirping about pre-drinks before they were going to head out onto a pub crawl or maybe even to a couple clubs. Each of them were dressed up in killer heels and contorted into tight outfits, proudly wearing sashes to announce that they were part of a bridal party and the bride-to-be was wearing a plastic tiara on her updo.

With a wince Simon leaned towards you and asked. “What was that, babe?” In front of the fireplace was usually quiet, but now with the cackles that were coming from the group it was almost impossible to hear you. “I said…” You raised your voice a little, moving on the sofa to be a little closer to him. “I said, I’m going to pop to the loo quick. Will you get me another drink?”

With a hum Simon finished the dregs of his beer and nodded. “Same again?” He quizzed, standing along with you. As you headed across the room you gifted him a head nod, then blew him a kiss. Simon approached the bar, placing down the empty glasses and waiting for the bartender to get around to him. It seemed like the poor lad was being pushed to his limit with all the demands from the bridal party, they were giggling, swaying to music, excitedly talking about the wild night that they were about to have.

As he leaned there Simon couldn’t help but feel eyes watching him, sensing that he was being observed he turned his head to the side and saw a small portion of the women looking at him, then giggling, turning back to each other. “Bloody hell-” The bartender approached him then, looking flushed and flustered before asking. “Same again, Simon?” He simply nodded, tapping his fingers against the bar and saying. “Make it quick. Yeah?”

“Go. Go.” A sweet voice urged and a second later one of the women sidled up to him, standing there twirling some hair around her finger. “Hi there…” She began, gifting him a bright and slightly tipsy smile. “I, uh… I don’t come in here often, but… but if you come here then I might start having to…” Simon rolled his eyes and kept his eyes firmly plastered on the bartender who was finishing pouring your drink into a glass and then bringing it to place in front of him.

“Thanks.” Simon paid him quickly, but the woman placed a hand on his wrist. “That drink for me?” She purred in a breathy voice and before Simon could set her straight you stepped forward, breaking the strangers contact from his arm and gifting her a tight smile. “Actually, it’s mine.” He could tell that you were claiming more than just the drink in his hand. Your eyes casually dragged up and down her form with disdain and then you gave her a tight smile as you muttered. “Maybe one day you’ll have your own drink…” Then adding in a false happy tone. “Have fun~”

A moment later you were dragging Simon back across the room to the original sofa in front of the roaring fireplace. It was peaceful. It was easy to let the rowdy room around you melt away. Leaning back Simon was surprised at the feel of your mouth pressed to a moment later. It was a passionate and searing kiss with underlining possession and just a touch of jealousy. It was a kiss to claim him. It was on that made a statement.

“Babe…” Simon tugged away and looked around with his cheeks pink, public affection wasn't something he was overly fond of, but seeing you so possessive was certainly ticking a box for him. “What?” You smirked, tilting your head as if oblivious. “You know what…” He muttered. “What’s your plan next? Gonna ride me in front of the whole pub and show everyone who I belong to?” Quirking a brow, he watched your smirk burst into a bright smile. “No. That is not an option.” He stated sternly.

“Spoilsport.” You giggled and leaned into his side, your eyes flittering over to the group of women, looking for a moment longer before they all seemed to turn away and return to their conversations. “I don’t think that will be needed; I think they got the message.” Simon smirked and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple before muttering. "Brat." Then wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "Wait until I get you home, the whole bloody country is going to know who you belong to..."

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blorbocedes · 3 months

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i kinda have a basic idea Brocedes lore, like the timeline and everything. but were there moments post Monaco 2014 till the end of 2016 where Lewis and Nico had some nice and genuinely fun moments or were they all awkward and distant with each other?

the answer to this is complicated. well, my header gif happened months after monaco 14, in Abu Dhabi 14. so this is nico congratulating lewis for winning his 2nd championship (1st with merc) and its way after lewis said "we're not friends." so like all things brocede they're.. Like That (whyre u holding a man you're not friends with by the nape of his neck 😳😳😳🤨)

Ladies and gentlemen, a short look into the not so distant past...

obviously every year as the silver war progressed, tensions arose but that didn't mean they couldn't stand to look at each other. those 3 years of early merc domination era HAM-ROS were on every podium, and they were pretty happy spraying champagne on each other as I've documented here, and here

this is a video from December 2015 stars and cars where they're being very playful and teasing each other

this is them wishing each other happy birthday in 2015

this is nico on lewis' snapchat

this is nico playing football on lewis' snapchat (you can hear lewis snicker)

this is lewis lowering nico's chair on purpose in 2015

this is nico umm pretending to hold a bottle for lewis to pee in while DR live slug reacts Hungarian Grand Prix 2016

this is them giggling together at a sponsor event in 2016

this is them teasing each other about being old in 2016

there's definitely podiums and cool-down rooms where things are Tense and they're Avoiding Eye Contact/Talking to each other, depending on how the race went. but there's also them amused and laughing together such as mexico 16 and aus 16

we all remember the iconic nico throws cap at lewis but the crazy part is this was them hugging moments before,

and this is them partying together after that

this is AD16 and lewis is saying he likes presscons when it's just him and nico 🥲

this whole press con is ahhhhhh. pain

lewis' own words on how they were:

this isn't an exhaustive list, there's many more, but rather so you have an idea that although the popular narrative is once lewis said we're not friends post monaco 14 they never looked at each other again it's not exactly true. things never was like they're childhood besties again, but they also didn't outright despise each other despite what fandom might speculate. but that doesn't mean things weren't awkward and tense too, esp in merc meetings post race! cause it was! but they also had some sweet and fun moments in between :) such is the bittersweet nature of brocedes

#oops this got long 😅 and it's still not Everything I just got embarrassed at the length #have fun clicking through the links #silver war #nico rosberg #lewis hamilton #brocedes #blorbocedes ask #a small silver war primer I guess

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slayfics · 10 months

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Muichiro’s Mansion

Muichiro x Reader series

Muichiro explains why he fired you.

Chapter 13

Muichiro called out for Gotto to stop, he knew he had to speak to you.

Gotto stopped in place at the Hashira's orders. He ran in place as he was conflicted between following Muichiro's orders to stop but also his orders to get the Hashira into a bed as soon as possible.

"You're here!" Muichiro said, eyes wide with amazement that you had come to greet him after how he had treated you.

"Of course, I came-" You began to say but Muichiro interrupted you.

"I don't have much time, and I need to tell you some things." He said hastily.

You realized not only was Muichiro covered in blood, but his body also seemed to be convulsing indicating he was badly poisoned.

"Tokito you should wait ti-"

"No! Listen!" He said, pressing his finger against your lips and shushing you. "I remember everything now, and I must tell you that I am deeply regretful of how I have treated you. I need you to know..." He paused and his eyes widened even further at his next confession. "I only fired you as my Tsuguko because I have immense feelings for you. You’re like a peacock. Every day we trained I was mesmerized by your elegance and I couldn't take my eyes off you.”

You felt your heart stop and a blush ignited on your face. This didn't feel real. Muichiro fired you because he has feelings for you? You also were taken aback by his whimsical metaphor. You were like a peacock? What a unique compliment you thought.

"You see... I couldn't forgive myself when you got hurt on that mission with me.” He continued, “I should have noticed there were two more demons approaching. I failed to protect you because I let myself get distracted watching you. I apologize, but I apologize even more for letting you think I fired you because of your own incompetence. When it was really myself I was actually upset with. Now if you'll have me again, please come back and train as my Tsug-" Before Muichiro could finish his statement some foam appeared in the corners of his mouth and his head thudded against Gotto's shoulder as he passed out.

"AHHHHHH!!" Gotto yelled. "YOU SEE WHAT YOU DID! NOW A HASHIRA HAS PASSED OUT ON MY WATCH!" He yelled as he ran into the Butterfly Mansion frantically.

Gotto was always the most excitable of the Kakushi you thought, but stood frozen watching as they both disappeared. The change of events had you feeling dizzy, and you felt you might pass out yourself if you moved too quickly. Muichiro really did want you as his Tsuguko… and more than that he has feelings for you.

You touched the hairpin in your hair that Muichiro gifted you as tears of joy began to form in the corner of your eyes. Get better soon please Muichiro you mused.

Tagging those that asked~

@illyrian-moonswarrior @plvuii @aeolia18 @ihatecorns @muichirouswife @yandere-kou @xxlittlexrascalxx

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joviepog · 7 months

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EEE HI JOVIE again i love love your writing and im so glad youve been enjoying my stuff!! anyway, sweet and simple request-- wilbur and reader having an at home dinner night :)) (if u wanna make it silly tommy could be their "waiter" LMAO)

much love !!

EEK I LOVEE THIS IDEA! ITS SO SIMPLE BUT SO GOOD AHHHHHH

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Lovely night

Who: Wilbur x f!reader

Warnings: i dont think there is anything but if there is just let me know!

Pronouns: She / they

Word count: I have no clue

Requests: @poraphia

Anything’s else: I actually liked how this turned out! thanks for the idea lovely requester!

This story is NOT proofread

Listen to this while you read! <3

Both you and Wilbur aren’t the richest people around. For you, this was absolutely fine. But for Wilbur?

Well, Wilbur is just a bit disappointed about not being able to spoil you as much as he wants. Since you both have met, he’s been obsessed with getting you little gifts and taking you to cute dates. But what he really wants to do is to be able to take you to the fancy restaurant down the street from your guy’s apartment.

He’s told you about this little problem of his and you cant help but giggle every time he mentions it. The conversation always ends with a kiss on the cheek and the same six words. “Wil, i dont need all that!” But lately he wont stop talking about it. He’s been daydreaming about you in a fancy dress and him in a fancy tux. Not the old cheep one he has for all those dumb occasions. No, he wants to be able to give you a bouquet of roses and a ring that means forever. But most of all, he wants to make you happy.

You’ve noticed that this was starting to get to him. Every time you got home he would give you a kiss and a hug -per usual- then he would start talking about this dress he saw on twitter and how beautiful it would look on you. “And that dress would be perfect for that restaurant!” And every time you say that you dont need all that, he looks like a kid being rejected of a puppy.

And so, you set up a plan. While he was gone on tour, you saved up, took cooking classes, and learned how to do your best makeup possible. You called him up one night, “Hi Wil! Are you busy?” There was a slight pause and he spoke quietly, “No, i just have to be quiet.” You gave a soft laugh and spoke quietly. “I just wanted to make sure i have the right day for when your coming back.” He raised an eyebrow and smirked, “Why?” You pouted, “Why? What, I can’t miss my boyfriend?”

He apologized at least 100 times before he woke Joe up. You said hi to Joe and hung up. “I love you Wil. See you soon?” You asked with a smile. “See you soon.” You hung up and silence fell on the room. You had 1 more week. You bought the dress he had mentioned 1,000 times, you made sure Tommy was free, and you made sure the house was clean. You were ready.

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“I’m two hours away.” he spoke and you could hear the boys in the back teasing him.

you fake sighed, “I guess i’ll just wait here. all alone, and sad, and-“

he stopped you, “Yeah i’ll try to hurry up.”

“No take your time, darling.”

he sighed, “All i want to do is get home and hug you.”

“Aweeee.” you put another fake eyelash on, “I miss you too baby.”

“Wilbur! The taxy is here!”

you laughed and he scoffed, “I’ll see you soon darling.”

“See you soon.” you hung up and looked at yourself in the mirror. you looked amazing. you hair was fixed, and the dress fit nicely just like wilbur said it would. everything was perfect.

2 hours: Tommy got there with a suit and a tie that was ties badly

1 hour 30 minutes: You and tommy set the table and clean the house. you fail to figure out how to tie tommy’s tie

1 hour: you start dinner and Tommy calls phil to help him tie his tie.

30 mins: you finish up dinner and you get out wilbur’s favorite wine

20 mins: you double check everything for 10 minutes

10 mins: you wake up Tommy from his nap and cehck to make sure you look good.

5 mins: you triple check that you look okay and you serve the food.

1 minute: You light the candles

0 mins: You hear a knock.

“Is that him?!?” you say with a cheerful smile. Tommy smiles, “No it’s the mailman.” he jokes. you roll your eyes and open the door. Wilbur has the biggest smile on his face and he’s holding flowers. You close the door behind you, not wanting to ruin the surprise, and jump into his arms. he gives you small kisses all around your face and neck; your giggling at his touch. he finally lets you go and you were so excited to see his reaction.

His eyes widen at the sight of you in the dress and he begins to ask questions. “YN? Where did you-“ you stopped him and grabbed his arm, interlocking your arm in his. you yelled out to tommy, “Ready!” tommy opens the door and the smell of delicious food swept through the door.

The sight of warm lighting and wine glasses were shows on the small table. Warm jazz music was playing and you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of Wilbur. His mouth was agape and his eyes completely widened. He turned to look at Tommy, who had his hair slicked back and a napkin on his arm (still holding the door open he cleared his throat.) “Welcome Mr. Gold and Ms. LN. I have your table ready right over there. He nudged his head towards the table and you and Wilbur walked in. Tommy quickly close the door and pulled out the chairs for both you and Wilbur.

Wilbur sat down, still in shock, and looked at his plate. Tommy spoke up, “You see, we already served you food because your girlfriend here, preordered. Wilbur laughed and Tommy grabbed the wine glass. “Tell me when to stop.” He started to pour the wine and Wilbur told him to stop about halfway, you did the same.

“Anything else?” Tommy asked.

“That’ll be all. Thank you.” Tommy winked at you and nodded his head. As he walked away you turned back to Wilbur. “So?” His mouth is still slightly open but soon enough, his cheeky smile appeared back on his face.

“Well, i feel like I’m a bit underdressed.” You both laughed and spent the rest of the night talking while Tommy took photos of both of you.

What a lovely night.

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atypicalamortentia · 2 months

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it's akready 1am and I've been re-reading all your written works are so chefkiss, wish you can write a spicy Gareth oneshot though, rereading your headcannons made me just so AHHHHHH😩

Shouldn't || Garreth Weasley

Synopsis - You meet up with Garreth in Hogsmeade after promising yourself you wouldn't...

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - Characters are aged 18+!

Word Count - 2.9k.

{Caffeinate Me} || {TikTok}

Your relationship with Sebastian Sallow started five years ago: five long, yet blissful years. You were engaged to him, living together and overall extremely happy with your relationship.

Since leaving Hogwarts, after everything that had happened, you had developed some issues with your mental health - everything seemed like a chore to you and your mood was constantly up and down. Sebastian was nothing if not supportive, always reassuring you that everything was okay and that he was there for you through thick and thin: he wouldn’t have put that ring on your finger otherwise. So why was it, when Garreth Weasley got in contact with you again after all these years, did you find yourself suddenly unhappy in your relationship? Garreth was all you could think about and you found yourself talking to him constantly, even when Sebastian was sitting next to you. It was definitely getting out of control.

“Garreth, we shouldn’t meet,” you had said to him over the phone.

“Why?” Came his voice, angelic like.

“Because I don’t trust myself,” you replied honestly. Your response had taken Garreth back, but he had agreed. He didn’t necessarily trust himself either.

Garreth had always had a crush on you, even when you were at school. He knew he should leave you alone, being engaged to Sebastian and all, but he couldn’t help himself. When you texted him first thing in the morning, it made his heart swell. When you updated him on your day, it made him smile. And when you texted him goodnight, he yearned for you. He simply couldn’t get enough. He spent so many lonely nights with his cock in his hand, jerking himself off to photo’s of you on social media and listening to voice notes you had sent of you just explaining how you felt. He had it bad for you, and he knew it. Equally you were no better. Fingering your tight cunt to his voice notes back to you, his soothing voice like music to your ears as you came undone. Sebastian just wasn’t cutting it for you anymore and you felt so guilty.

Despite agreeing that you wouldn’t meet up together, you found yourself stood in Hogsmeade playing with your fingers nervously as you waited for Garreth. Your engagement ring on your finger, a reminder of what you were betraying by indulging in your fantasies. “Y/N?” His voice came, pulling you out of your guilt-filled trance.

“Garreth!” You forced a smile and immediately wrapped your arms around him, hiding your face in his chest and inhaling his scent.

“You okay darling?” He asked, the pet name rolling from his tongue was as sweet as honey. You nodded, looking up at him, that same forced smile on your face. Garreth kissed the top of your head, forcing a blush to rise to your cheeks. “How are you really?” Garreth asked, raising an eyebrow at you. He knew you had been struggling lately and wanted to make sure you were doing okay.

“I’m okay,” you said softly as you returned to playing with your ring. There was something about him that had butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. “How are you?” You asked back.

“I’m good now that you’re here,” he grinned down at you, watching intently as you bit your bottom lip nervously.

“What should we do?” You asked as you looked around at the shops in Hogsmeade. There were so many things you could do together, but your mind was on one thing and one thing only. Being this close to him was intoxicating, especially after all the back and forth flirting you had been doing over the phone.

“We could go to The Three Broomsticks. Grab a drink?” Garreth suggested.

“That sounds like a good idea,” you nodded as you began to walk in the direction of the pub.

You felt Garreth grasp your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as you walked. You immediately felt your heart skip a beat upon the contact and your palms began to get slightly sweaty, but Garreth didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he just held your hand tighter as you walked to The Three Broomsticks. When you entered you found a spot in the corner, somewhere you couldn’t be seen unless someone was really looking for you. Even though you were simply just ‘meeting a friend’ your intentions felt seedy, especially since the wetness between your legs continued to grow at Garreth’s touch. “So,” Garreth smiled as you sat down in the booth. “What shall we have? Firewhiskey?”

“That sounds delightful,” you smiled.

Garreth walked away and went to the bar to order your drinks. Within moments he was back holding two glasses of firewhiskey. “Here you go beautiful,” he said, sliding the glass to you with a wink. You couldn’t help but blush as you immediately sipped on the fiery liquid. It burnt down your throat and you pulled a funny face that had Garreth smirking at you. “Burning?”

“Yeah,” you replied, sticking your tongue out in disgust.

“That’s the best part,” he smiled, taking a sip of his own drink. “Have you never had a firewhiskey before?”

“Only once back at Hogwarts with Sebastian,” you replied honestly. Garreth rolled his eyes at the mention of your fiance, jealousy bubbling slightly in his gut. The fact you chose to marry Sallow over anyone else really grinded his gears. “Have you?”

“Oh all the time,” Garreth responded. “It’s one of my favourites to drink on a night out in Hogsmeade.”

“Really?” You asked, taking another sip.

“Yeah,” Garreth replied. He continued drinking until there was nothing left in his glass, placing it down rather loudly on the table. “Oops, sorry!” He said, laughing slightly.

“How on earth did you drink that so fast?”

“Practice,” Garreth grinned. You rolled your eyes and placed your half empty cup down onto the table next to Garreth’s empty one. You both decided to chat about your time at Hogwarts, laughing and joking at some of his failed attempts to impress during potions class. It was always the way with him: experiment after experiment.

You were now three glasses of firewhiskey in and your vision was starting to go blurry. “I didn’t think you’d want to meet with me,” you slurred.

Garreth grasped your thigh under the table and gave it a slight squeeze. “Why not?” He asked, leaning in towards you.

“Well you said you wouldn't trust yourself if you met up with me,” you whispered, eyes drifting down to his lips.

“So did you,” he pointed out.

“Trust yourself with what, exactly?”

“I don’t trust myself to not fuck your brains out,” his voice came out like a whisper in your ear, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Arousal grew in your stomach at his words and you knew in that moment there was no coming back from this.

“Oh really?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. You knew you shouldn’t start something, but you couldn’t help it.

“Yeah. Really,” Garreth’s voice was still a breathy whisper against your earlobe: something that drove you mad. His hand on your thigh tightened its grip and his thumb gently stroked your exposed skin. Of course you chose today of all day’s to wear the new skirt you had bought. “Do you want to fuck me as badly as I want to fuck you?” He asked. You couldn’t respond with words, not trusting them to come out in a calm and cool manner, so instead you just nodded your head. Garreth let out a slight chuckle as he moved his face even closer to yours, lips skimming your cheek. Your heart was beating a million miles an hour at this point and despite the alcohol that had clouded your senses, you could clearly see where this was going to end up. “Kiss me,” he begged, his lips chasing yours within an instant. You closed the gap completely, pressing your lips against his firmly. Butterflies continued to explode in your stomach as Garreth’s tongue licked your bottom lip, clearly wanting entrance into your mouth. You opened your mouth slightly, giving the ginger-haired male exactly what he wanted. A groan of approval left his lips the second his tongue brushed against yours. The kiss was passionate, dominant, something you hadn’t realised you had needed in a long time.

When you pulled away, you looked at Garreth through your lashes, blinking rapidly at him. You were most certainly swept away by the kiss. “Do you want to leave?” You asked seductively. Garreth just nodded his head, removing his hand from your thigh and standing up. Like the true gentleman he was, he offered you his hand to take once he had stepped out of the booth before dragging you outside The Three Broomsticks.

“Where do you wanna go?” Garreth asked, looking you up and down while biting his lip.

“Anywhere,” you replied breathlessly. Sebastian wasn’t home today, he was working, providing for the small family you had together, but you didn’t think you’d be able to make it back to your house before you passed out from the sheer amount of arousal you were feeling. “How about down there?” You asked, pointing to a secluded alley.

Garreth led you down the secluded alleyway, immediately pushing you against the wall when you were out of earshot, and sight, of the others in Hogsmeade. His lips attached against yours so rapidly that you let out a little squeak of surprise before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you. It felt so wrong and yet so right at the same time. The pair of you wasted no time: Garreth had bunched your skirt up to your waist, pushing your underwear to the sides of your puffy, soaking folds while you unbuckled his trousers, feeling the strain of his erection through his boxers. He was hard, oh so painfully hard. “Merlin, I want to taste you,” Garreth whimpered, dropping to his knees and forcing one of your legs over his shoulders so he could get at the perfect angle. The one leg holding you up buckled the second his tongue came into contact with your slit, hands flying to his hair almost immediately in a futile attempt to stop his ruthless assault.

“We - ah - we don’t have time for this!” You pouted, watching as his tongue darted into your tight hole and out again, returning to your clit. You were embarrassed to admit you were almost close to cumming.

“Just a few more seconds,” came Garreth’s muffled voice as he slurped at your sensitive nub. “You taste so good.”

“You really think so?” You asked, one of your hands covering your blushing face. Garreth just nodded, licking you with as much fever as he could. The way he was going at it just did something to you: no one had ever eaten you out like this before. Garreth prodded a finger at your entrance, teasing you before pushing it in slowly, his lips still attached to your clit. “Oh Merlin!” You cried out, covering your mouth with your hand to muffle the sounds escaping your lips.

“Cumming already?” Garreth teased as he pulled away from you for a split second, allowing your juices to squirt from you like they never had before. Your legs shook violently, back arching against the wall in an attempt to keep yourself upright as your orgasm washed over you. Shamelessly, Garreth opened his mouth, catching as much of your squirt in his mouth as he could as he pumped his finger in and out of you, clearly pushing you over the edge. You were overstimulated for sure. When you had stopped squirting, Garreth placed a chaste kiss to your now throbbing clit and looked up at you. “Are you ready for me baby girl?”

“Yes, oh please,” you begged, voice babbling. Your brain was fuzzy.

Garreth unhooked your leg from his shoulder and stood up, grasping your hips and turning you around to face the wall. You stuck your arse out as much as you could as your companion pulled his aching cock out of his boxers. He spread your cheeks, admiring the way you clenched around nothing as you anticipated his cock. You were practically shaking. Garreth grabbed the base of his cock and gave it a few experimental pumps before lining himself up with your entrance and slowly inserting himself inside of you. The pain of the stretch felt too good and a wanton moan left your lips. Garreth’s hand quickly placed itself over your mouth to cover up the noise, not wanting to gain any attention from the passersby. He took a second before beginning to move, his hips slowly snapping against yours. Not even Garreth could help the moan that fell from his lips. You felt better than he’d ever imagined. You were so tight and warm and wet, and were sucking him inside of your body.

“More,” your voice croaked at him.

“More?” He asked teasingly. You nodded your head as Garreth continued to thrust against you harder, hitting that sweet spot inside of you already. All thoughts of your fiance were out of your mind, there was no guilt at the current moment and it felt good. You grasped the wall tightly, nails dragging down the stone as Garreth’s hand fell from your mouth to your hips, angling you in a way that had his cock pressing deeper inside of you. You wanted to yelp, but you couldn’t. You bit your lip, hard, and squeezed your eyes shut as his movements sped up. His cock was huge, definitely not what you had imagined from the somewhat nerdy potions boy from school. His cockhead kissed your cervix as he continued to pound against you, lips tracing your exposed neck as he breathed heavily. “Fuck Y/N, you feel so good.” You wanted to say that he felt good too, but all that came out of your mouth was a string of “fuck”’s and “shit”’s. Tears welled up in your eyes as his pace became more and more ruthless, all that desperation and wanting had left him so pent up the last few weeks that all he could think about was cumming inside of your sweet cunt. A hand fell from your hips to strum your clit once again, pushing you to the brink of a second orgasm. Garreth could tell from the way your walls were clenching around him. “It’s okay baby girl, let it go,” he cooed against your neck.

Almost on command you did. Your second orgasm washed over you. Your head slumped against the cool brick of the wall as you bit your lip once again to stop yourself from screaming. This time, your entire body shook, pleasure shooting up your form as you came. It was an experience like you had never had before, but the guilt hadn’t set in yet. “Fuck, Garreth!” You whimpered pathetically, hand slapping at the wall in front of you.

“I’m gonna cum now baby girl, okay?” Garreth asked. You nodded in response, feeling the force of his thrusts become more brutal by the second as he reached his own release. “Shit. Fuck. Shit!” Garreth called out, his cock twitching ruthlessly inside you as thick ropes of cum spurted deep into your womb. As his hips stilled against yours, your mind began to process everything that had happened. You felt his hot mixture inside of you, something you hadn’t felt in years. Sebastian was always insistent on wearing protection to prevent pregnancy, but Garreth didn’t seem to mind the possibility. Either that, or he just didn’t care. He pulled out of you slowly, the cool air against his now softening cock made his entire body shiver. Within seconds he was fully zipped up and pulling your underwear back over your cunt, and your skirt back down over your arse. He turned you back around to face him, pulling you close against his body and kissing the top of your head. “I love you,” he mumbled.

Your eyes went wide as you looked up at him. “You… Love me?” You asked, slightly confused.

“Yes, fuck yes I do. I love you,” Garreth chuckled. He pressed another kiss to the top of your head and smiled. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

“I don’t wanna go home yet,” you whispered, nuzzling into his chest.

“Then why don’t you come to my home?” Garreth offered. Again, you looked up at him in surprise.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yeah! My parents are gone for a few days, why don’t you come round for an hour?” He suggested.

You looked at the time and nodded, knowing Sebastian wasn’t going to be home for a few more hours. You took Garreth up on the offer. You used Floo Flames to travel to his home and quickly nestled yourself in his bed. The warmth of the covers soothing you as the guilt began to eat at your gut. You practically made your bed, and now you had to face the consequences. But you were stuck with what you were going to do. You loved two men, how was that even possible? You sighed as Garreth lay down next to you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before pulling you close yet again. He stroked your hair until you finally fell asleep, dreaming of your adulterous escapade. You’d figure out what to do later, but for now, you just wanted to be in Garreth’s arms.

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i LOVED the darry x motherly!reader and i’d love to know more about the relationship that ponyboy and johnny have with reader

PB.C and J.C x motherly!reader

!warnings!

1.fem!reader

2.platonic fic

3.darry x reader is said through out the fic!

4.minor mentions of abuse and violence.

dude?? they literally love you so much???

they are so thankful for you. like actually, they think you were sent from heaven.

ponyboy looks up to you so much oh my god.

he tells you EVERYTHING and when he goes out with you he follows you EVERYWHERE

he is like a lost puppy.

“where are we going y/n?”

“well, *i* was going to get groceries for your house.”

“oh! can i get a snack while we’re there?”

“..yeah sure pony. as long as you eat.”

when walking around the store with him he’s holding the bottom of your shirt because he’s scared ‘you’ll get lost.’

he’s the one that always gets lost.

he forces you to read to him when he’s tired.

he just does!! he puts those puppy eyes to good use fr.

and you fall for it every time. you know why?? cuz you see him like a little brother or a son.

i know you do. it isn’t good to lie to the author.

you will do anything for him and you believe he can do NO WRONG.

when he ran away?

“darry, he’s just a kid. he was scared, c’mon. give ponyboy a break.”

if he jumped someone?

“hey, at least we know you’re strong now! good job!”

if he killed someone??

“oh, he’s just being silly. tell them you didn’t mean it ponyboy.”

“i ain’t mean to shoot the guy 12 times.”

back to the topic of him telling you everything!!

he told you abt his lil crush on cherry valance and you felt like a proud mother.

“yea…she’s just a real looker.”

“AHHHHHH!!!—i mean, that’s so great ponyboy.”

he’s so embarrassed when you ask for updates about her.

I MENTIONED IN THE OTHER FIC THAT HE CALLS YOU MA IN PRIVATE SO..

when you stop reading he’ll go,

“why’d you stop reading, ma?”

or if you need help carrying in groceries he’ll say, “do you need any help ma?” in a quiet voice so the gang doesn’t hear him.

normalize giving ponyboy beat hugs!!! he loves them!!! but he gets embarrassed!!!

johnny is your biggest fan ever.

EVER.

he talks to you about everything.

“y/n, did i tell you about the ladybug i saw today?”

“yeah johnny, you did.”

“oh…well did i tell you about the grease i saw getting arrested?”

“pardon me johnnycakes?”

he rants to you about everything and anything.

and you just listen while you rub his back with your hand.

when his mom yells at him, he rushes to see you.

and your heart just hurts when you see him cry about that.

but he’s so glad that you’re there to help him, to give him the motherly love he needs.

he isn’t big on showing you physical affection, but he will give you gifts.

he steals pretty flowers for you, he’ll give you cigarettes if you smoke, and he’ll even steal a few things for you.

he will cry if you bake him treats.

he loves homemade goods, so if you make him some cookies he will tear up and say thank you.

even though johnny ain’t very intimidating compared to your boyfriend, he still tries.

if he’s with you and some guy tries to hit on you he shows up outta no where and just goes,

“aye! you know she got a boyfriend right? he’s real tuff, so don’t try anything funny.”

“yea? is that supposed to be you?”

“na, darry curtis!”

the mfs apologizing and scurrying away in fear.

nobody wants that smoke from darry😭😭

for mothers day ponyboy and johnny get together to write you a cute little card, separate from the gangs card.

johnny has one side of the card while ponyboy has the other.

“dear y/n, this is johnny. i just want to say, happy mothers day. i ain’t very well off with my words but, i hope you can understand. i want to thank you, i know i don’t do it often but..i hope you know i’m thankful. for everything and anything you do. if you and darry didn’t meet, i think i would’ve lost my mind. so uh, again, happy mothers day. keepin’ this short and sweet.”

“dear y/n, happy mothers day! me and johnny are making a separate card from the gang because…they aren’t…civil in anyway. like what johnny said, i want you to know im thankful for you. these past few months were tough, but you made them bare able. you know what situation im talking about by now, don’t you? but, thank you. i’m forever grateful for you y/n. im glad darry found you.”

author notes ;

1.thought it was fitting for mothers day since it’s tomorrow <3

2.maybe ooc LOLLL

3.thank you sweetheart for the compliment <3

may 13th, 2023. 5:26

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #johnny x reader #johnny cade x reader #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #platonic the outsiders #platonic #motherly!reader

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friends-to-lovers-tournament · 10 months

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PRELIMINARY POLL 2: THE OWL HOUSE

hello owl house fandom! out of all the ships you guys submitted, soba and i have narrowed it down to these three: aladarius, huntlow, and raeda. as per a previous post where we said we'll only be letting a maximum of 2 ships per fandom into the tournament, we're doing this poll to determine which ship(s) will represent your fandom. we haven't fully finalised the shortlisted ships yet, so based on the results either the top 1 or top 2 ships will be selected

also let us know if you guys have any preferred images for your ship(s)! i just plucked these from the shipping fandom wiki

propaganda for the ships are under the cut!

-mod deli 🎀

Aladarius:

Ahhhhhh, so many thoughts; where to begin? Well, first off, they were absolutely childhood friends and were practically attached at the hip for years and years. When they finally started dating around mid to late teens, they literally only changed labels and that was it. After a falling out and a messy breakup (and y'know alador getting married to someone else), it seemed like all was lost. after all, they were desperately trying to lessen contact with stark animosity between them. but after the day of unity, everything changed. with character arcs and divorce papers galore and maybe they began on speaking terms. and then friendly terms. and then back to where they were before, bickering like an old married couple. and then *being* an old married couple. yeah. gotta love the magical slime dilfs ◡̈

Huntlow:

They’re just. SO CUTE!! Hunter develops a crush on Willow first. When they first met, he was just looking to recruit more people into the emperor’s coven, and he thought she and some others would be a good fit. They played flyer derby together (a sport in the demon realm), and it was the first time he’d actually been able to have fun with people his age. His original plan was still in play so Willow and the others on the team got taken and put into custody so they could be put into the emperor’s coven. However, at this point Hunter felt incredibly bad. In the end, he broke the rules and got them out of there. He was prepared to be hated, but Willow and the others forgave him. I think at this point is when he started developing feelings for her. This guy, who talks so much people can see through his disguises because of his voice, will get SO quiet and blushy when she’s nearby. He knew there was an illusion when the illusion acted scared and shy because he saw her as the strong, courageous witch she is. She saw his cringe outfits and cosplay and took a picture for her scrapbook and called it a look. She winked at him and he blushed and smiled this goofy smile. When she finally broke down after trying to keep a brave face for the others, he comforted her. I think somewhere around here she started developing feelings too. They held hands!!! She said “you mean a lot to me too”!!! They mean so much to me.

Raeda:

NONBINARY REPRESENTATION DISABILITY REPRESENTATION TOGETHER AND HAPPY IN THE END They met as kids and got along from the start. They barely knew each other and still defied the orders of a representative of the EMPEROR so they wouldn't fight each other (they literally DANCED on the face of authority together. They eventually became lovers and broke up. Many years later found each other again and still loved each other so so much. I'm gonna repeat myself, but a disabled, chronically ill character and a nonbinary carachter have a friends to lovers story with a happy ending in a DISNEY ANIMATION. What else could you want?

#the owl house #aladarius #huntlow #raeda #mod deli 🎀#ftl admin stuff #ftl prelim poll #neither soba nor i are familiar with the owl house so if we made any mistakes please kindly point them out! <3 #also i probably don't have to say it but please be nice to the ships you didn't vote for and those who did vote for them <3

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Pictures and portraits

ARTIST!WILBUR U MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME I AM UR BIGGEST FAN

sort of out of character wilbur but it’s okaayyyyy

AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

they r gonna be so cute just u wait JUST U WAIT.

NAMED BY JADE !!!!!

2.1k words let’s go raahhhh

Wilbur was perched on the edge of a bench. Leaning forward, tilting his head and moving his legs, he was trying to get the perfect angle. A new painting. A gorgeous willow tree hunched over a deep green pond, the long hair like branches tickling the surface of the water. His sketch was going okay, it was the first time he had experienced true motivation in months. All was well until an oblivious passer by stopped right in front of him. He groaned, not loud enough for you to hear, but loud enough to voice his own frustration. However, what he hadn’t realised was the depth you added to his new piece. A person, who he had to admit looked very sweet, stood examining the same beauty he had seen. He was no longer angry. He began rapidly sketching, it wasn’t quite right to draw a stranger. However, he pushed that to the back of his mind; he’d go over and ask you once he’d finished this. He didn’t need to move, you simply came to him after about 20 minutes. Unaware of his plan, you strolled over the bench to check the pictures you had taken. Nodding at Wilbur, you silently asked ‘am i alright to sit here’. He nodded in return, allowing you to do whatever before he spoke. Quickly, you checked the pictures you had taken. A few had been on a disposable and the rest on your actual camera. Deleting any that weren’t from the right angle, you looked over to Wilbur as you heard him clear your throat.

“Photography?” he said, looking back at you. He gave you a small smile, but he was still trying to figure out how to ask if it was okay he had included you in his art.

“Yeah! You’re an artist?” you replied, gesturing to the pad in his hand. You returned his smile, turning your whole body to face him as you spoke.

“That’s right. Actually, you stepped in just as I was sketching. I hope you don’t mind.” Wilbur quickly turned around the pad as he spoke, revealing the sketch. It was so gorgeous. You looked beautiful, the rough pencil drawing had complimented you more than any camera. You were stood in the centre of the drawing, he had captured you at a 3/4 angle. The disposable camera was visible in your hand, and some how he had managed to enhance your feature’s charm by 1000. Not to mention the immense detail in the background, how perfectly he had captured the scene. You were in complete awe. How could one person have such talent?

“I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all, it’s gorgeous.” you continued to stare at the piece, your eyes only left to look up at Wilbur. “Oh, I don’t know your name. I’m y/n, wow. I cant believe you, like, made that. It’s so pretty, you made me so pretty.” you added, going off on a slight tangent after introducing yourself. You couldn’t help it, the sketch was just too incredible.

“I’m glad you like it.” he responded, his eyes not leaving your bewitched face. “Wilbur,” letting out a soft laugh, he looked down at the pad. He wasn’t sure what had you so hooked, but he was glad. It was good. You had made it so much better.

“Wilbur is a nice name. Are you going to paint it? Or?” you said, finally drawing your attention away from his art. You looked at him, giving him a big smile.

He couldn’t help but return the smile, looking down at you. “Thank you. Yeah, I’m going to paint it. Actually, I’d quite like to take it home. Would you mind, giving me your number or something? I can show you progress. I mean, only if you want to. Maybe so you could send me the pictures you took, so I can get the colouring right. Again, only if you want to.” he was a little proud of his cover up, he just really, really wanted your number.

You had practically started glowing as you reached down for your phone, you showed him your number. “I don’t know it off by heart, sorry.” you said, laughing slightly “And, of course I’ll send over the pictures. I’d be happy to help, you’re so talented.”

He nodded his head, in an attempt to distract himself from your constant compliments. He also retrieved his own phone from his pocket, he typed in your number and sending a quick text to check he had it right. The notification popped up and he smiled, content with successfully having your number. You had returned to admiring the art, eyes flicking between him and the sketch pad.

“You like it that much, huh?” Wil said, tilting his head as he kept looking at you. He couldn’t understand why someone liked his work so much, not that he was complaining.

“You make everything seem so irresistible. You see the world beautifully. How are you able to: capture everything through drawing it’s so incredible?” you sit back after subconsciously leaning closer to get a better look at this piece, and Wilbur. You wouldn’t admit that though.

“I’m not sure, if I’m being quite honest. I’ve been struggling for motivation recently, hated everything I painted, and sketched. So, thank you, for walking into my view because I don’t think I could ever hate this one. Even if I royally fucked it up.” he watched you move back; he sat the sketchbook back in his lap. His eyes flicked around the view he originally had, making sure everything was perfect in his sketch. You almost scream, he doesn’t hate it because you’re there. “Well, I think it’s perfect. Especially the background, you must’ve been here for hours.” you replied, looking back at your camera. Not the disposable, the professional camera you’d spent your life’s savings on. You pick out the best of the pictures and turn to show Wilbur, “How’s this?” you asked, looking over at him.

“Perfect. Thank you. Would you like to go for a walk? I need to stretch my legs. I have been here for hours.” he offered, placing all of his equipment into his bag.

“Yeah, sure.” you replied, pulling your camera over your head and the disposable into your pocket. Your phone was safely tucked in your other pocket, your phone that now had Wilbur’s number saved in it.

He stood up, then offered out his hand to help you stand. He felt a bit stupid, but kept his hand out. You took it as you stood. You looked at him, looked up at him. “Christ, you’re tall.” you laughed lightly as you spoke, shaking your head.

“I get that a lot. 6’6” he said, smiling down at you. He started to walk, his steps far bigger than your own. You picked up the pace to keep up with him, though you didn’t really mind.

“6’6, jesus christ. Sorry. You must get this all the time.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. You’re a photographer? What else do you photograph?” he responded, turning the conversation in a different direction. He craved your voice; he wanted to know you. Slowing down to match your pace, he thought about the way you had complimented his work before. Phrased so beautifully. So genuine. It brought a soft smile to his face.

“I, I work for the newspaper. I go round, and I take pictures whenever I’m wanted. Sometimes I do photoshoots for others - like weddings and stuff, they pay decently. But, I like to take pictures of things I think are pretty. Let me know if you ever want a photoshoot done.” you said, smiling back up at him. Anyone would’ve thought you were a couple, everything felt so natural. You had a feeling Wil would be one of those people you instantly clicked with and would never ever let go. To be honest, from the forty minutes of knowing him, you didn’t want to let go. You’d put across a bit of light flirting, where was the harm. You were semi sure he wouldn’t confront you about it, you were wrong.

“So you think I’m pretty, y/n?” he quipped, his smile had turned into a smirk. He raised his eyebrows at you, waiting for your response.

“Um, uh. I-“ you started, quickly being cut off by his soft laughter. “You’re a cunt!” you complained, this caused him keel over with laughter as he kept walking. He shook his head.

“Y’face was a picture. Maybe I’ll paint it.” he joked, turning back to you after his fit of laughter. “If it makes you feel any better, I think you’re quite pretty too.” he added, eyes boring into the side of your skull.

You were sure you could die in that moment.

“Do you sell your artwork?” you asked, trying to deter the conversation away from the situation. He smiled; he knew exactly what you were doing, but decided he’d go along with it.

“Yeah, I have a little group I’m in. We set up exhibitions, and sell our art. It’s more like a club, we meet up every Wednesday to share our current artwork.” he said, tearing his eyes away from you and looking ahead. He’d probably crash into something if he stared for too long.

“That’s a really cool idea. You make much money?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, I’m kidding. Depends who’s buying, sometimes we bring in a lot. Sometimes we don’t.”

You nodded as he spoke, you understood that. You continued to walk down the gravel path through the park, talking about anything that came to mind. You dreaded the walk coming to an end.

It had been two hours since you met Wilbur, and you were developing the largest crush you’d had since seeing Damon Albarn in the 90s. Your worst fear became a reality, the walk ended. You were stood at the gate to the park, a foot between you. Wil smiled. You smiled.

“It was lovely to meet you, y/n. Can I see you again, tomorrow maybe?” he asked, covering his nerves the best he could. You didn’t notice the way he brushed his knuckles against the palm of his hand. You did notice the little shake in his voice.

“I’d love that. Where do you want to go?” you questioned further, a permanent smile plastered on your face.

“There’s a lovely cafe, not too far away from here. I’ll message you the address. But, is 3 good with you?”

“3 is perfect. I can’t wait.” you said, still beaming up at him. He couldn’t help but return it.

“You’re going to ruin me.” he mumbled to himself, you barely heard it. You tilted your head, obviously confused. He then spoke again, “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Bye y/n.”

“Bye Wilbur.”

Neither of you moved, this caused a cacophony of laughter. You pointed and said, “I’m going that way.”

“Let me walk you home.” he replied, he decided he should’ve offered that in the first place.

“Oh, no, it’s okay. You don’t have t-“ you were cut off by him beginning to walk the way you had pointed. You ran a bit to catch up to him, shaking your head. “Rude.” you said, looking up at him.

“Sorry, dove, I won’t walk you home next time. Let you get eaten by a cannibal?” he responded, placing his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah? Where’s this cannibal? I’ll fight him off myself.”

“He’s right next to you.” he said, sarcastically.

You feigned shock and placed the back of your hand to your forehead, gasping. “Noo! Please!!!! Don’t eat me?! Where’s my knight in shining armour?! I am but a fair maiden in need of rescue!”

He laughed, you laughed.

“I lied. I won’t eat you. Not yet, anyway.”

“I’m glad to hear that, I’ll be on the look out for being eaten though.”

“Probably for the best.” he said, watching as you turned a corner. He was walking on the outside of the pavement, closest to the road. He felt like a gentleman.

“I hope you’re not going to stalk me now you know where I live.” you said, jokingly. You were admiring him and it was a little obvious, you didn’t mind though.

“No promises.” he joked back, readjusting the straps of his backpack.

“Do you even live anywhere near here?” you asked, turning another corner as you spoke.

“Yeah, not too far.” he wasn’t lying but he wasn’t exactly telling the truth either, it was about a 40 minute walk from where you were walking now. Fortunately, you had made it to your building.

“This is me.” you said, looking up at him as you stood on the step.

“Flat?”

“Yeah. Everything’s way expensive here.”

“Tell me about it.”

“So I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow. Good bye y/n.”

“Good bye Wilbur.” you said, waving him off. He waved back before strolling away. You sprinted up to your flat and immediately collapsed on the couch, screaming into a pillow. You had never been so happy.

#writing #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #romance #please help #wilbur soot #fanfic #artist!wilbur #silbur woot

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life-in-the-monster-haus · 1 year

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Nightmare Nightmore Highlights.

I'm not gonna recap or analyze the episode too much I just wanna share a few of my favorite things! Not really any spoilers, if you've already seen the leaks of Abbey and her mom floating around then you're all caught up.

Draculaura is throwing a party for the holiday of Nightmore, but I couldn't possibly care less. I'm here for Abbey!

Heath has the same reaction to seeing Abbey for the first time as a lot of us did. in Awe of her beauty. same dude, same.

She towers over everyone! even the boys! I am in love!

Draculaura is like a smurf compared to tall powerful Abbey.

Abbey's eyes aren't purple anymore, they are brown! and so pretty! breaks up the abundance of purple in her hair and outfit I am super into it!

Abbey's hair blend is the colors of the Bi flag and I have no choice but to stan.

Mama Bominable threatening to bring forth a cold harsh merciless winter upon Bloodgoods head if she doesn't produce Abbey is such a mood. I love me a good mama bear.

WHERE IS NIGHTMARE!? why is this messenger dragon hanging out in Bloodgood's office but her horse isn't!? The episode even has nightmare in the title but I see no Nightmare the horse. I don't like it. A headless horse person without their horse is just a zombie... why are you booing me? I'm right!

Draculaura already has her license in this gen? I'm here for it! Also Clawd chose to sit next to her. Also Clawd said "nailed it like a coffin" which was only ever said in G1 by Clawdeen and that makes me happy.

This is the second or third episode where Lagoona inexplicably has flat teeth, the music video for her doll did this too. I'm not exactly a professional animator but I've studied it enough to know that rendering characters off model is a fire-able offense. Fix it Nickelodeon.

Heath encouraging Abbey to use her ice powers telling her she is strong, charismatic and beautiful. ahhhh! my heart!... I've mentioned on here I'm not much of a shipper per-se. But that was a lie, Habbey was one of my OG ships and it brings me such joy to see them again! I needed this since the only Heath we got during G2 was this:

*Long suffering G2 sigh*

Yeti's in this universe seem to basically be water benders and I am okay with that! Mama Bominable is fuckin pissed! LOL Bye Bloodgood it's been nice knowing you!

Damn, Abbey's dad didn't contribute any genetics to that her at all. Mama Bominables genes were like "this is MY child!" I do love that she has horns and a more pronounced underbite, perhaps Abbey will get these traits as she grows? Or maybe her buns are hiding her horns? IDK but it's fun to imagine! I wonder where they got the idea to give their yeti Horns... HMMMMMMM

it's a mystery, we'll never know.

This isn't even a highlight I'm just taking pictures of Mama Bominabe at this point, I love a strong woman willing to murder the school principle for her daughters safety.

SHE CALLED ABBEY SNOW ANGEL AHHHHHH- I'm sorry I just had to get that out.

The boy is in love! .... And he actually says something really profound. I'm so impressed G3 is giving Heath some depth and not just making him a one note idiot... Don't get me wrong, I liked one note idiot Heath but there was more to him than that.

Heath trying to kiss Abbey on the first day of meeting her is absolutely a G1 call back.

in her intro episode he kissed her hand and his lips froze off.

I love everything about this episode! I love that Abbey is Nepali! it's way more accurate to her Monster type and before some nerd tries to get in the replies and go "Actually Russia occupied Nepal at one point" that's true, they did BUT! the myth of the Yeti originated in 1937, Russia didn't occupy the Himalayas until the 1960's.

This episode is my new favorite! I heard a rumor that we won't get any new Monster High episodes until after the new year, but if they are anything like this? they will be worth the wait!

#monster high #nightmare nightmore #abbey bominable

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bigification · 5 months

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Mysterious Potions - Male TF

"I can't believe the rumours about the boss's secret lab were true!" Dave said excitedly as he walked into a futuristic looking lab.

"Ya, I mean, why the hell does a politician need a secret lab." Paul responded.

"He's a politician, you never know what kinda shady shit he'll get into."

"Maybe its a futuristic sex dungeon or something."

Dave winced, "You're disgusting!"

Both men wandered around, touching everything in sight. Eventually, they stumbled into a large room lined with shelves. Each shelf is labeled with a name and filled with colourful jars of liquid.

"What do you think a politician needs all this for." Dave questioned.

"Do you think they do anything?" Paul retorted.

"What would they do, they're just jars of... something."

"Like, if they're potions. Maybe it's like the Scooby doo movies and they change us into funny things."

"Don't be ridiculous, they're probably just decorations." Dave laughed.

"You wanna bet on it." Paul taunted Dave.

"I'll put a fifty on it, nothing happens if we drink one." Dave said while grabbing two potions off the shelf.

"Whoa, what do you mean we."

"If I'm drinking a mystery potion that could give me cancer, you have to too." Dave pressured Paul.

"Fine, it's only fair."

Dave confidently took a swig, assuming he would get a free fifty bucks out of it. Paul paused for a moment, then chugged his potion as well. A few moments passed, and Dave broke the silence.

"See, I told you it would b -SNOOORT!!!-" Dave hiccuped. "I told you nothing w -SNOOORT!!!-" Dave hiccuped again.

All of a sudden, Dave felt his stomach drop as his body began to change. His gut began to grow, he did have a slight beer belly ever since he got his last promotion, but what started as a modest belly quickly turned into a ball belly that made him look pregnant. His gut had completely ridden up his shirt to the point that it looked like a bra, exposing his deep belly button. This didn't last as his pecs began to grow and soften, they grew to the point of ripping right through the remainder of his shirt. His pecs started to look more like tits, then fattened to the point of laying on his gut. Even his nipples had swollen and grown.

"What is -SNORT- happening to me -SNORT-" Dave said as he cupped his growing tits.

Unfortunately for him, the transformation had only just begun. As fat piled into the rest of his body, his face began to change. His jaw extended into a snout as a pig nose formed at the end of it. Two of his bottom teeth formed into small tusks, sticking up out of his snout. The top of his head shrunk slightly as all of his hair fell out, leaving his jaw much larger than the rest of his head and his ears migrated upward and pointed out.

The rest of his body filled out. His arms thickened as his hands grew massive with fingers that resemble stuffed sausages. Love handles spilled out over his pants as the definition in his back disappeared under a thick layer of fat rolls. His ass and thighs plumped up with pounds and pounds of fat, ripping through his pants and leaving him completely naked. He attempted to hide his privates, but with his gut and fat pad engulfing his dick, it's not like Paul would be able to see much anyway. He was knocked off balance as his feet turned into massive hooves, breaking through his shoes. As a final touch, thick hairs grew on his cheeks and chin, leaving him with mutton chops and a goatee.

Dave and Paul stood there for a moment in shock before Paul burst out in laughter. "HAAA!! It turned you into a fat pig. And I thought you were fat before. Ahhhhhh ooook ooook Aaahhhhhhkkkk!!!" Paul yelled out in laughter. "I wouldn't -snort- talk so soon if I were you Harambe." Dave snorted, looking at the dark hair growing all over Paul's body.

Paul's transformation accelerated quickly, within moments he had already grown a significant amount of hair all over his body. His body thickened as his muscles exploded, his shoulder broadened, his chest puffed out, and his arms grew massive, ripping right through his shirt. His hands grew three fold, with a wide palm and thick fingers. He grew at least a foot taller, maybe even a foot and half taller, and his upper body had grown completely out of proportion with his lower body. His pants got tighter and tighter until they exploded, exposing his thick hairy legs. His shoes burst open as his feet widen and his toes elongate into finger, resembling his hands.

Paul lurched over onto all fours, his arms growing to be able to reach his knuckles to the floor. Meanwhile, his pecs grew into two muscly mounds and his stomach distended into a muscle gut as his skin thickened and darkened. His chest, stomach, hands, and face grew a thick leathery layer of skin as it became a dark grey colour.

His face began to change. His face became more pointed as his lower jaw widened and the top of his head thinned. The hair on his head thickened and became a dark black as it spread around his face, giving him a thick beard that connected to the hair covering the rest of his body. His nose wrinkled up until it was just two nostrils and his brow bone thickened.

Once the transformation subsided, Dave spoke up. "You know, for such a big guy, you got a tiny pecker."

Paul stood straight up, all 8 feet of him, and stood over Dave. "Wanna say that again fat boy. Besides Gorillas have small dicks, it's like a thing."

Dave just snorted and backed off. "Anyway -snort- help me find a reverse potion or something -snort-, I think this potions rubbing off on me, I'm getting hungry."

"Oh c'mon, have some fun with it. Look, these potions were under 'animal'. Maybe we can have some fun with some other categories." Paul said excitedly.

"That's coming from the one who didn't turn into a fat pig."

"Ooook look at this, it's a video game section, maybe you'll turn into Nathan Drake or something."

"I don't know who that is!' Dave retorted as he tapped around on his hooves, trying to find a reverse potion.

"He's hot, that's all you need to know, just try it." Paul said as he threw a potion at Dave and chugged his own. Dave quickly chugged his, just happy to be anything but a pig.

These transformation took shape much quicker than the last. Paul's proportions returned to those of a human, but his stature and musculature remained quite large. His skin lightened to a greenish colour as the hair reced from his body. His face regained most of its human definition, with a big angular nose and a strong jawline, but kept the prominent brow bone. He grew a sharp red beard and bushy red eyebrows before long locks of bright red hair grew from his head. Paul looked down and lifted the cloth that had formed around his waist, chuckling in a deep voice at the sight of his 10 inch package.

Paul looked up in time to see Dave's soft body begin to change. He twitched for a moment before a red, black, and white costume formed around him. His arms and legs compressed into a tight thin consume that hugged his now human looking limbs. His chest also seemed to compress into the suit but a beach ball shaped belly remained underneath. A white mask with a red symbol on it appeared on his face as a large pompous collar appeared around his neck.

"Of course you still get the hot one. I do feel really confident in myself for some reason." Dave said, muffled by his suit.

"That's because your Master Kohga." Paul said in a baritone voice.

"I bet he's a really cool guy." Dave tried to do a pose but lost his balance.

"He's actually kinda pathetic, he's funny though... In a laughing at you not with you way though."

"Damn, what kinda asshole did you transform into?"

"I am Ganondorf, I'm like the villain."

"That adds up." Dave said while trying and failing to do poses in the mirror.

"Let's try and find some more potions, if I stay as Ganon any longer I'm worried about what I might do to you."

"Oh please tell." Dave said intrigued. He looked down a caught a glance at a bulge forming under Paul's cloth. "That cloth leaves nothing to the imagination." Dave blurted out without thinking.

"Just drink this!" Paul grabbed the closest potion to him and shoved it in Dave's face before chugging one for himself.

"What if I like being being me!" Dave responded.

"Oh shut up!" Paul yelled as he lifted Dave's mask and poured the potion in his mouth.

Paul essentially reversed his last transformation. His skin turned beige as brown hairs erupted all over his body. His upper body and arms grew massive in proportion with the rest of his body. His feet turned back to hands and his face grew a massive jaw with cartoony eyes and a swirly tuffed of hair. Finally a red tie formed around his neck with the initials DK written on them.

Dave quickly burst out of his suit, again sporting a massive gut. His arms and legs thickened as his hands and feet began to change. His hands lost one finger each as each remaining finger elongated and sharp claws emerged at the ends. Similarly, his feet were left with only three toes each with sharp claws at the ends. His skin turned scaly and green as gold formed over his gut and chest, even forming around his belly button. Finally his face began to change drastically. His face stretched into a long snout with rows of sharp teeth and a long pointy tongue. His eyes grew into large cartoony eyes, with one being significantly bigger than the other. And a gold crown formed on his bald scaly head.

"Why do I have to be a fucking gorilla again, what are the odds I pick two gorilla potions!" Paul yelled.

"Huh, you kinda sound like Seth Rogan. And at least you don't have to be the fat one everytime, I got three fatasses in a row!" Dave complained.

"At least you get to be the funny fatasses. King K Rool is a great character."

"Well I'm done being video game characters, let's move on." Dave said while wadeling over to the shelf of potions to browse.

Paul began to browse too, coming across a section labeled 'Festive'. "Oh I'd bet anything he'll get Santa if I give him one of these." Paul said laughing under his breath.

"Hey try this one." Paul said shoving the potion in Dave's chest.

"I don't trust you, you picked out some wierdo category didn't you!'

"Well if did, were both going down." Paul said as he pointed to the shelf where he grabbed both potions.

Both men chugged their potions and waited. Almost instantly, Dave's scaly green skin reverted back to human looking skin. Although his skin appeared to be old and wrinkly. His hands and feet started to look normal again, though they still appeared large and plump. His snout turned back into a human face, but that of an old man. He had crows feet around his eyes with big grey bushy eyebrows, his cheeks puffed up and his jawline disappeared under a couple double chins. Most of his face became covered in white hairs until he sported a long white beard. Short white hairs covered his head as his gold crown turned into a red and white hat. Long grey hairs covered his saggy body as a red robe appeared around his body.

Soon after, Paul's body began to transform. His body began to shrink as his proportions became more human. His face shrunk until he had the chiselled face of a muscular man. His arms and legs shrunk until they were quite small, but still defined. His body followed suit, shrinking down until he had a normal sized chest and chiselled abs. As his body continued to shrink past 6 feet, hair began to grow all over his body. He grew a thick bushy beard and his chest, abs, and back got covered in thick dark hairs. He shrunk until he was 4 feet tall as a green robe and hat appeared on his body.

"You motherfucker! You knew this would happen!" Dave yelled while trying to tie his robe around his gut.

"Hahaha! It was under the festive section, I was willing to bet it would turn you into Santa." Paul said in a slightly high pitch voice.

"Santa needs to lay off the god damn cookies, I can't even tie my own robe."

"That's a shame for both of us, the view from down here is not pretty." Paul said staring at Dave's crotch.

"Then why are you looking!" Dave attempted to cover up his body with the robe. "Also. If we both took the festive potion and I'm santa, what are you?"

"I think I'm an elf. A really sexy elf." Paul flexed in the mirror.

"Of course, you're always the sexy one. Even when you're barely half my height you're really hot."

"Keep it in your pants old man!" Paul yelled back, blushing at the comment. "I can barely reach any potions, I need you to find some."

"Sounds good little man." Dave responded, prompting a frown from Paul.

Dave scoured the shelves, looking through all the categories. 'Greek Gods' could be fun but a little boring after all the crazy potions they've taken. 'Sex Change' is weird even for our standards. 'Celebrities' could be funny but he could do better. Dave paused in front of a shelf labeled 'Sexy'.

"Oh, watch this!" Dave said excitedly as he grabbed a potion from the 'Sexy' shelf and chugged it.

"What, give me one, you know I can't reach it!" Paul pleaded. "What even is it?"

"I'm about to be sexy." Dave said as he let his robe drop.

Suddenly, Dave's gut began to shrink as the fat in his body disappeared. The wrinkles on his face started to fade as his white hairs turned black. His beard trimmed down to a five o'clock shadow.

"Oh I can feel the confidence rolling in!" Dave yelled in excitement at finally getting a hot transformation.

But as quickly as it started, it ended. He still looked old, he still had a sizable beer belly, he still had a receded hairline.

"Do I look sexy, cuz I feel sexy." Dave said, unaware of his current appearance.

"Haaaaa! You're the boss. No fucking wonder he'd put a potion of himself in the sexy section, he always had an ego bigger than his gut." Paul laughed.

"What!" Dave screamed as he looked in the mirror at his boss's body. But the fear turned to comfort as a wave of confidence rushed through his body.

'Hey, I had no idea boss was packing this much, no wonder he had that kinda confidence." Paul said, still standing at eye level with Dave's crotch. "Wow you are really that attracted to yourself." He said as Dave's dick started to harden at the sight of himself in the mirror.

"Oh I got an idea!" Dave said as grabbed another potion from the sexy shelf and forcefully poured it into Paul's mouth.

Paul coughed for a moment and then realized Dave's intentions. But it was too late as his body began to grow. He grew to the same height as Dave, making his clothes seem extremely small on him. His six pack quickly turned into a solid beer belly as his pecs softened into a pair of moobs, ripping through his green robe. His arms became flabby as his hands grew into thick man hands. His thighs and ass thickened until his pants burst open, revealing his 8 inch cock. His face became slightly wrinkled as his hairline receded, giving him the look of an overweight man in his late forties.

Both men, in the appearance of their boss, stared at each other. Paul wanted to be mad at Dave, but a wave of confidence rushed through his brain. The view of Dave went from one of repulsion toward his boss's body to one of deep attraction.

"It feels good doesn't it." Dave said, rubbing his cock.

"Yeah, but it feels so wrong." Paul responded, trying to resist the urge of arousal.

Dave approached Paul, grabbing his dick and whispering in his ear. "I've wanted to do this for a long time." He kissed Paul on this lips, the two men standing belly to belly. Dave then turned Paul around and shoved him against the wall. "I know you like it, because I like it." Dave whispered before sticking his dick into Paul's ass.

It was the most euphoria the two men had felt their entire lives, Dave feeling Paul's right ass around his dick and Paul feeling warmth fill his insides. It was no surprise their boss wouldn't last long, not like either of them cared. Both men leaned against the wall, out of breath.

"I've got an idea." Paul broke the silence, giving Dave a devilish smirk. He then ran to grab a large beaker and began pouring small amounts of each potion into it, making a potent concoction. Once he had finished pouring one potion from every shelf, he ran back to Dave.

"One last transformation for fun?" Paul held up the beaker.

"Fine, but last one." Dave responded.

Paul took a swig from the beaker and everything went dark. He woke up, back in his room, next to Dave.

"Next time, don't take more acid than you can handle." A comforting voice scolded Paul

"Sarah, what... happened?" Paul said, still waking up.

"This is the second time I've had to take care of you after tripping on acid. At least last time I didn't have to take care of your little boy toy too!"

Paul looked over at Dave. "Oh... Were not a thing."

"Oh really, then explain why I found you both passed out naked in your bed?" Sarah yelled.

"Look, can you just leave us alone for a sec."

"Fine, I'll yell at you later when your boyfriend leaves." Sarah said slamming the door.

Paul shook Dave's, waking him up.

"Do you remember?" Paul asked the barely conscious Dave.

"How could I forget, I never want to see my boss naked ever again."

Paul just chuckled before wrapping his arms around Dave and falling back to sleep.

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inventedfangirling · 4 months

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BEST of BL's in 2023 [Thai edition]

(more accurately my favourites from 2023, so that i have something to show for the 100s of hours i spent watching them lmao)

I Feel You Linger In The Air - Head & Shoulders above (almost) every single piece of queer media i've ever watched. Khun Yai and Jom will be forever icons. That drunk poem confession will NEVER be topped. Also LESBIANS AHHHHHH also the way the show explored intimacy AHHH just end meeee

2. Moonlight Chicken - Aof strikes again. Gave me Uncle Jim, Heart, Li Ming and my baby boy Gaipa- the music, the cinematography, the writing, the found fckin family - i will recommend it to EVERY one on the planet if i could.

3. Be My Favourite- I did not expect to enjoy this show as much as i did. I loved what they were tryna say. I LOVED the queer undertones in EVERYTHING. if not for the asexual erasure and Not being an absolute asshole this would have been quite the perfect show. And man is Gawin so darn sculpted perfection, LOOK AT THAT FACE, how to not admire!? Also Pearmai my beloved. AND THAT POEM in episode 11 ARGHHH

4. Bed Friend - I know this was a polarizing series in a lot of ways and I agree to some of the complaints raised BUTTTTTT NET MY FRENZ NET! How am i supposed to not melt into a complete puddle watching King pretend to not be absolutely in love with Uea, and treating him like the babygirl he is, when he looks like THAT. I'm but a mere mortal.

5. La Pluie - I kinda liked the show and disliked it in equal amounts. Saengtai annoyed me quite a LOT towards the end BUT his brother Sangtien - Suar Kritsanaphong had me in the palm of his hand. Him and his kiss with Lomfon is etched firmly in my brain. It HAD to be on this list.

6. Only Friends - Gawd. The Promise. The Promise of it all. Thats what maddens me THE MOST. There was just SO MUCH that they could have done. Even if they stuck with a lot of their similar choices i would have still put it higher up on the list if they hadn't undone all the good work they did in the final episode. I couldnt even bring myself to rewatch anything from this one cos of how disappointingly it ended. That being said - FirstKhao KILLED it as usual, i CANNOT wait for their next one, BOSTON deserved better and my MVP- Mark Pakin AHHH i NEED him on EVERY SHOW EVER but also in ways concerning to me GAWD WHAT A TALENT AND WHAT A FACE.

7. Laws of Attraction - Charn you guys. Charn and his utterly deranged expressions and his even more deranged ex. And ofc everything else the show offered. The drama. The mystery. The family. The romance. THE LESBIANS!!!!? Few things not to love. Especially the finale with all the domestic husbanding going on. Precious af.

8. Hidden Agenda - Far too much nonsensical plotlessness going on here for this to claim this position BUT i'm just a girl watching Joong swoon over his man and losing it in the corridor and proceeding to do that myself cos man he's so damn good in these kinda scenes. I think he'd be good in more serious ones too but I would much prefer it if it was with somebody who could offer more than Dunk (no shade he very cute himself)

POTENTIAL FAVS

The following is a list of shows i loved/liked it a LOT but still watching/running so I can't fully judge

(in no particular order except the first one cos who am i to put an aof show not at the top of any list)

Last Twilight [BEST THING EVER I AM WHOLLY AND IRRETRIEVABLY IN LOVE IM GONNA REWATCH IT LIKE ITS MY JOB PLS I NEED IT TO STICK THE LANDING SO BAD]

Love in Translation - episode 4 what a beauty, one of my fav episodes of any BL in 2023 ever- just LOVED the whole fake date thing - it was EVERYTHING

Wedding Plan - Leads are cute. Lesbians are cuter. Made me laugh. Also CUTENESS hello

Night Dream - Who doesn't love a long unrequited but actually totally requited love story?

The Sign - nothing i can ever say is gonna be enough to encompass just how mind-blowing this series is from concept to execution to CGI to costumes to the gorgeous leads with fckin electric chemistry AND the PINING and the will they won't they arhhhh- TOP TIER STUFF

Cooking Crush - i went into this with minimal expectations, the trailer didnt do much for me BUT oh my gawd i had SO MUCH FUN with each episode, i laughed SO much and i am very much looking forward to the rest of it

Cherry Magic - TayNew back again together. Karan and his gorgeous existence. Loved the og. The trope where one believes they are hard to love & someone who loves them like it’s breathing- its literally made for this show and i am SUPER excited where it goes. PLS PLS PLS let them keep the aroace character aroace PLEASE!?!?!?

#2023 bl wrapped #thai bl wrapped #i feel you linger in the air #moonlight chicken #be my favorite #bed friend #la pluie #laws of attraction #hidden agenda #only friends #last twilight #love in translation #cooking crush #the sign #cherry magic thai #night dream #wedding plan #if i missed any i'd be devastated okay byeee #thai bl

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fatuismooches · 11 months

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SMOOOOCHESSS!!!!! o(≧▽≦)o !

I hope you’re doing amazing n having an absolutely wonderful day n summer chu chu!

Another one of your anons already gave light to this but remember how you said that Dottore would’ve most likely put his fragile lover in a comatose state but with an endless happy dream until they were to wake up? Well, I’d like to add on it a tiny bit:

Many years had gone by, but in the dream it was only a few weeks. But of course you didn’t know that time moved differently, nor did you really realize it was all a dream really. While sure you were confused why you woke up in your dorm with Dottore forcefully taking off your blankets and reprimanding you that you’ll be “late for class”. Was you being sick this whole time just a nightmare? Did Dottore never actually become the 2nd Fatui Harbinger? It made your brain fuzzy for most of that week as you tried to act normal. But eventually it soon slipped your mind, and now you’re here out in the forest with Dottore researching some ruin machine.

As Dottore continued his research however, you decided you wanted to wander and explore the forest. He told you not to stray too far, and you nodded as you freely looked around. You easily get lost in the beautiful greenery and pretty flowers the forest provided. Or the small creatures of the forest that would wander in it.

But as you continued your walk, you suddenly bump into a wall. And yet, there wasn’t a wall? You could still see the rest of the forest, yet you couldn’t cross over. You gently placed your hand against it, and nothing happened. What’s going on? Are you dreaming? No, are you dead?!

Dottore’s voice suddenly breaks your trail of thought as you walk back to the direction of his voice. But before leaving, you turn back one more time. Unsure as to what’s going on…

Days pass and your mind has been too preoccupied that the only thing you can think of is that encounter with that weird occurrence that happened in the forest. Dottore had quickly noticed your state of stress that night when you both had returned to your dorm, but you quickly lied and said that you simply got scared by some animal in the forest.

So one day while Dottore was out in the desert, you decided to visit the forest again. Same spot, and everything, and this time there was a crack in the middle of the forest? It seemed almost like a portal, yet it was just an endless void. But should you really? What if you died? No wait, what if you’re already dead? Agh this is too complicated for your small brain!

With a shaky sigh you decided to put your hand through it, and nothing happens! Maybe it isn’t as scary as you thought it would be…? You decide you’ll try to go in, and as one of your feet goes in, you realize there’s no ground-

But before you can realize you’re already falling in the endless void. Terrified as to what is going on. Will you just keep falling forever?!

But as you continue to fall, your body suddenly starts to become weaker and tired. Your ears start to ring and you can hear the sounds of machines beeping and buzzing. You eventually close your eyes…

When you wake up, you feel exhausted and sick, you open your eyes and see- huh?! Dottore? Wait no, why is there three Dottore’s at your bedside looking at you curiously?! Are you imagining things? What is going on!

Hehe I hope you enjoy this my little cutie pie!!! I had quite a bit of fun writing this, I’m sorry if my writings are sometimes too long or if my English/grammar is bad I usually just write these whenever an idea gets in my head or I get inspired! And thank you to that wonderful anon for giving that amazing idea abt the dream mwa mwa! Im sorry if they take any offense to me adding on I don’t mean any disrespect I just couldn’t help it since it was just such a wonderful idea >< !! I give you lots of kissies and huggies I luv luv luv you!!! Big kiss!!! ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀ˋ

🎐 ANON FEEDING US ONCE AGAIN OMFG😭😭🛐🛐🧎‍♀️ IM EATING THIS UP SO MUCH AHHHHHH

Waking back up in the Akademiya was something you never thought you’d experience again. Your illness had assured your removal from the institution, so when you felt the familiar sun pour onto your face, you were understandably highly confused, as the last thing you remember was being so sick you could barely leave bed. But it seemed like that may have been just made up on your part, as Zandik showed no sign of remembering what you did. So while you did have some suspicions, you couldn’t help but put them to the back of your mind. After all, who would complain of an ideal life of happiness, with no sickness or suffering?

Going out to explore with Zandik again really felt like a dream though. Sometimes you helped him dissect random machines you found lying around, or collected samples for class, or just walked around when you got bored (because even you couldn’t handle all that science sometimes.) Though, walking smack into an… invisible wall was not part of your plans. It was shocking - you could clearly see the landscape ahead of you but when you walked… bam! You could walk no further. You tried not to take it into consideration, you tried deluding yourself into thinking it was simply tiredness. Just ignore it, you tried to tell yourself. You were happy here, happy you insisted. But no matter how to tried to remove the mysterious wall from your mind you could not get it out.

You thought being by his side would be enough, but you needed to see what was on the other side. Because you feared that this was all too good to be true. And you were right.

Blearily, you opened your eyes and your mind was fuzzy, barely comprehending your surroundings. The first thing you noticed was the thump-thump of your head, the numbing pain slowly bringing you back to your senses. Blinking your eyes more and more, you could make out the blinding lights and also the figures hovering over you, which immediately sent your heart rate up. Who wouldn’t be scared to wake up with people just watching you. Did you get kidnapped or something?!

And then you realized that one of the persons was Zandik, and you instantly relaxed. Your beloved was here. You’d be fine. Though he looked a bit different from what you remembered. But when you looked to the next person, your heart rate shot through the roof again. It was, quite literally, a damn clone of your lover. And the other one was too! It had seemed like the three Zandiks did not expect you to be looking at them either because you could see their mouths ajar, surprise on their face.

You fainted on the spot, and the lab bursted into chaos.

I LOVEEEEE YOUR IDEAS SO MUCH ?!!! ITS SO *CHEFS KISS* I WANT TO EAT YOUR WRITING AS WELL. IM HOLDING YOUR WORDS SO DEARLY I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE DOTTORE *cries* I truly always loved the idea of fragile! reader waking up one day to a bunch of clones swarming their room and they’re like ?? wtf who are y’all..?? And at first they’re a bit fidgety and nervous around the clones because I mean who wouldn’t be a bit jarred at having a dozen or so copies of your lover? But you notice how some of them follow you around like puppies and you’d be a fool to not notice how infatuated they are with you! I miss the clones sm 😭 And like,, I can imagine the angst after you woke up from the dream?? And Zandik having to explain what he did to you in order to keep you alive,, and the mood gets heavy but all you can do is give him a hug and thank him for letting you experience such a beautiful dream. But all you want to do is be with him in reality, even if it hurts for you. And although he wants to refute you, because he doesn’t know what he’ll do when he sees you struggling every day, he can’t deny your wishes.

BIG KISS AND HUGS FOR YOU TOO 🎐 ANON 💖💖💖💖💖💖 LUV LUV LUV U MORE!!

#smooches talks #🎐 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #your brainrots has me daydreaming too much 😭💖

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vashsmunch · 1 year

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How could I hate something so perfect?

Vash x GN Reader

Synopsis: you have body dysmorphia and Vash comforts you

Warnings: body image issues, mentions of eating disorder

a/n: first actual post ahhhhhh :’) i definitely self projected writing this but that’s alright

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God, you hated this.

You hated this feeling that weighed you down, sinking you into an ocean of misery. Fighting it was futile; all it did was drag you further into the cold darkness that was your self-hatred. Sometimes you wondered if it was all in your head, the stares you would get from everyone. The whispers behind covered mouths, the up and down glances wherever you walked. Too big, too loud, too much. Any logical person would figure it was because you were hanging out with a group where one wielded a gigantic laser gun cross, but the voices said otherwise. They were suffocating you, and how ironic that they were the same ones deluding you into thinking that he could ever like you back.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you stepped out of the shower, drying yourself off with a towel. Thoughts always seemed more melancholic while in there, and you weren't doing that tonight. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and turn back to look at the reflection. Did I gain weight? A finger reaches down to poke at your stomach as you start prodding yourself in all the areas you didn't like about yourself. Ugh, more stretch marks. I really should start being more careful about what I eat. You ran your hands down the sides of your body, trying to manipulate the flesh to look more appealing. Guess I shouldn't get breakfast tomorrow.

You heard a soft knock on the door as you stepped back into your hotel room. A glance at the clock told you it was way too late for room service, much less for anyone of importance to be awake. The group had collectively decided that staying at a hotel that night would be more comfortable than sleeping in the news reporter van again. Wolfwood, Vash, and Roberto took one room, and Meryl loudly exclaimed that she couldn't spend another second with all of them as she went off to claim hers. You lucked out by getting your own, but it was a bit isolating. Groaning, you put on your pajamas and trudged toward the entrance, drying off your hair. "Who is it?"

"Hey... it's me."

You froze suddenly, hearing Vash's muffled voice from behind the door. Did you forget something at dinner earlier? It wasn't uncommon for you to leave some of your belongings around; Wolfwood would make fun of you as he found stray ammo, notepads, or even entire bags clustered around any space the group occupied. But you were sure you'd brought everything upstairs, so it couldn't be that. Could it?

Inhaling slowly, you cracked open the door to see that infamous sheepish smile accompanied by worried eyes. The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds before Vash cleared his throat, seeming nervous. "I was just wondering if I could talk to you about something."

You cocked your head, confused, as you allowed him to enter, walking towards the bed to sit down. The blanket felt scratchy, but that was expected from such a rundown hotel; being on the run doesn't allow for many luxuries. Crossing your legs, you motioned for him to sit next to you. "So... what's up?"

As he plopped down on the mattress, he sighed heavily and leaned back on his forearms, not meeting your eyes. He stayed silent for a short while before he finally spoke. "You didn't eat much at dinner tonight," His head turned to meet your gaze, his face unreadable. "In fact, you haven't been eating at all for the past few days."

Staring into his eyes, you laughed nervously as you rubbed your neck, trying to play it off. "I just haven't had a big appetite as of late. To be honest, I'm starting to think the nerves from the close calls we've had recently are getting to me." You tried to make your tone as light as possible, but your voice cracked at the last word. You cringed. He definitely heard that.

"We both know that's not true," The air was thick with tension as he sat back up, never breaking eye contact with you. He hesitated before he gently held your hand, squeezing slightly. With a low whisper of your name, he continued. "Look, you're allowed to have your secrets. Everyone has them, and I won't pry if you don't want me to. But I care about you a lot more than you'd think. I hate seeing you deprive yourself, hoping no one will notice, because I do."

You started to feel tears prickle at the back of your eyes as you began blinking furiously. Goddamnit, not now. Why did he have to be so caring? Why couldn't he just be an asshole? Why is he sitting with you alone in your hotel room, being the sweetest person to ever exist while you're about to sob, knowing you'll never have him the way you want?

When you were with him, all the worries in your body seemed to magically melt away. To be in his presence was akin to finding nirvana, but you knew deep down that it wouldn't last forever. The thoughts would take over like they always did, and you'd keep hurting yourself. No matter how safe he made you feel, you'd keep starving your body and going past your limit, all to reach this image of perfection you weren't even sure you wanted anymore. But it was for him, wasn't it? He would want you to look like this, right? So you had to, no matter what. You had to keep going.

You felt your throat closing up, and you sniffed, trying to console yourself. You took a deep breath as you shakily responded. "Look, I just need to do this. I don't expect you to understand because even I don't. But it's gonna be worth it in the end."

A frown settled on his lips as he gripped your hand tighter, bringing his own to your face to gently wipe the streams of tears from your eyes. You hadn't even realized you were crying, and now you felt even more stupid. The warmth of his palm was like a guilty pleasure you didn't deserve. It felt comforting and secure. But even that wasn't enough to break down the walls you'd built to protect this ideology of yours. And at this point, you weren't sure anything would be.

He spoke slowly, seemingly trying to be careful with his words. "What are you trying so hard to achieve? It can be anything good if it means you're starving yourself like this. Please, just help me understand-"

You suddenly stood up, whirling around to face him, sobbing at this point. "No, you won't. You never will. God, how could you? To live every day of your life utterly disgusted by the body you're forced to live in. I look at myself, and I despise everything I see, Vash. Every curve that is and isn't there, every roll. I poke and prod at myself, hoping that I'll magically wish away all the horrible parts of myself, but it never works," Your knees start to go weak as your body shakes in anger and sadness. It felt futile to be vulnerable like this; you were probably only making yourself look like a fool. You forced yourself to meet his gaze and saw a look akin to horror. It made your heart drop. "God, why can't you see this is for you? I just want to be perfect for you, and this is the only way that allows me to do that. I don't care how long it takes me because you'll never want to be with me if I'm like this. I just-" You stumble to the ground, your legs completely giving up.

Vash quickly moved to catch and hold you in his arms as sobs racked through your entire body. You gripped onto his shirt for dear life, trying to ground yourself in his touch, but everything was slipping away. Your sanity, self-respect, and control of your emotions. Incoherent mumbles left your lips as you desperately tried to explain your motives, why you absolutely had to do this. You felt like you were going insane.

He said nothing as he let you crumple against him, his hand rubbing your back. It made you feel even worse. The two of you stayed like that for a long while, whether for minutes or even hours; you couldn't tell. You just let the emotions leak out of you, all the suffering you'd been making yourself endure for the past few weeks. All the dinners you'd missed, saying you were just tired. The smaller portions you'd select in an attempt to control how much weight you were gaining. Feeling your stomach cry out for food but still depriving it because this was for the better, right? This is how people got pretty; there was no other way.

After all the tears had finished leaving your eyes and your crying had subsided, he spoke softly. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't notice before how much you were hurting. It should've been obvious, yet I never realized," You felt exhausted. You couldn't even muster up a response. He pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes full of sadness. "But you're beautiful. I've never cared about what you looked like because to see you in any form is a blessing I can't even begin to describe."

He hushed you as you tried to respond, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. "You don't have to believe me right now. To ask that of you would completely ignore the suffering you've been through these past few weeks. All I ask is that you let me take care of you tonight. Everything can wait until tomorrow. I got you, okay?"

You nodded, your eyelids heavy. Vash helped you back to the bed, laying you down as he caressed your cheek. Before you drifted off to sleep, you heard him whisper softly. "And for what it's worth, I love you. Every part you hate, I'll show it all the adoration it deserves. Because you're perfect. And you always have been."

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