idk why but i was thinking that because sasuke is so incredibly observant, he’d probably notice some slight changes so easily, and it would be the cutest thing. like when sakura got pregnant with sarada and her breasts started growing in size, he must have been so fucking adorable when he finally realized that they’d grown.
they’d be in the middle of loving foreplay, all slow and attentive, where she would have just told him to ease up a little bit because she’s gotten quite sensitive lately. he’d be paying especially considerate attention to her breasts, pressing less firmly than usual, his touch particularly gentle around her nipples. and then he’d move to fully close his hand around her breast, grabbing the whole of it to knead and brush, prompting a fleeting thought in his mind that she felt a little different today; more full, weighted.
and he’d blink and pause, questioning to himself, had they maybe grown in size? pulling himself away from her lips or her neglected breast, he’d look down at her, lightly testing the fullness in his grip, and he’d realize that yes, she had. and they felt a little plushier, too, in this entirely pleasant way.
and sakura wouldn’t know that he’d have taken notice of this—instead, she’d think he was unsure of whether or not he was being gentle enough, that he was worried about hurting her. so she’d tell him with the sweetest tone, “i know i asked you to be a more careful because they’ve been a little more sensitive lately, but you don’t have to be that careful, sasuke-kun…”
to which sasuke would pause again, looking up to meet her eyes for a long moment, before his lips would tug and he’d say, “im not worrying. im just noticing that your breasts are quite…” a faint smirk would play at his mouth, “…different.”
her cheeks would flush. “d-different?”
“hmm. bigger.” her blush would darken, his eyes would gleam. he’d kiss her again, kneading her breast quite appreciatively. “softer.”
the redness to her cheeks would now be absolutely feverish. she’d smack his shoulder a bit, before pulling him against her to bury her face in his neck. “sasuke-kun! stop embarrassing me…”
he’d just chuckle a little, so softly. “i like them,” he’d say.
“however. they’re always nice.”
giggling, she’d pull back, and kiss his cheek. “that was cute.”
he’d kiss her again just to shut her up.
(because of course, ‘cute’ is not something he ever wants to be used to define him.)
SIX WEEKS SINCE IVE BEEN AWAY NOW YOURE SAYING EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED AND IM AFRAID THAT I MIGHT BE LOSING YOU AND EVERY NIGHT THAT WE SPENT ALONE KILLS ME THINKING OF YOU ON YOUR OWN AND I WISH I WAS BACK HOME NEXT TO YOU OHH EVERY DAY YOU FEEL A LITTLE BIT FURTHER AWAY AND I DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY ARE WE WASTING TIME TALKING ON A BROKEN LINE TELLING YOU I HAVENT SEEN YOUR FACE IN AGES I FEEL LIKE WERE AS CLOSE AS STRANGERS WONT GIVE UP EVEN THOUGH IT HURTS SO MUCH EVERY NIGHT IM LOSING YOU IN A THOUSAND FACE NOW IT FEELS LIKE WERE AS CLOSE AS STRANGERS LATE NIGHT CALLS AND ANOTHER TEXT IS THIS AS GOOD AS WERE GONNA GET ANOTHER TIMEZONE TAKING ME AWAY FROM YOU LIVING DREAMS IN FLUORESCENT LIGHTS WHILE YOU AND I RUN OUT OF TIME BUT YOU KNOW ILL ALWAYS WAIT FOR YOU OHH EVERY DAY YOU FEEL A LITTLE BIT FURTHER AWAY AND I DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY ARE WE WASTING TIME TALKING ON A BROKEN LINE TELLING YOU I HAVENT SEEN YOUR FACE IN AGES I FEEL LIKE WERE AS CLOSE AS STRANGERS WONT GIVE UP EVEN THOUGH IT HURTS SO MUCH EVERY NIGHT IM LOSING YOU IN A THOUSAND FACE NOW IT FEELS LIKE WERE AS CLOSE AS STRANGERS ON THE PHONE I CAN TELL YOU WANNA MOVE ON THROUGH THE TEARS I CAN HEAR THAT I SHOULDNT HAVE GONE EVERY DAY IT GETS HARDER TO STAY AWAY FROM YOU SO TELL ME ARE WE WASTING TIME TALKING ON A BROKEN LIKE TELLING YOU I HAVENT SEEN YOUR FACE IN AGES I FEEL LIKE WERE AS CLOSE AS STRANGERS WASTING TIME WAAASTING TIME TALKING ON A BROKEN LINE BROOOOOKEN LINE TELLING YOU I HAVENT SEEN YOUR FACES IN AGES I FEEL LIKE WERE AS CLOSE AS STRANGERS WONT GIVE UP WOOOOOOONT GIIIVE UP EVEN THOUGH IT HURTS SO MUCH EVERY NIGHT IM LOSING YOU IN A THOUSAND FACES NOW IT FEELS LIKE WERE AS CLOSES AS STRANGERS SIX MONTHS SINCE I WENT AWAY AND I KNOW EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED BUT TOMORROW ILL BE COMING BACK TO YOU
When I think I haven’t done the right thing, haven’t done a good enough job, I will punish myself emotionally for it over and over again, going over it in my head. I always have to work on being easier on myself, because over-thinking is my greatest adversary when it comes to life, work, love, friendship, career. I’ve been a bit better lately and realizing when I’m having a low-self-esteem day that’s because of how I’m wired, not because everyone hates me.
Hey so I know it’s a bit late to still be posting V’ day stuffs but I actually started this a while ago and thought, “Eh I could finish this to make amends for not posting any of the promised fanfictions today.” So there you have it.
Oh and the last pic was just so I could torture you all lol. It’s not even a direct part of the poem I edited, just to slowly kill me inside as the arc flashbacks flood in, disheveling my thoughts on a daily basis.
thank you so much for 200+1 followers! It makes me so happy to see people enjoying my art and at least feeling something from it.
You come to bed a bit late, finding Jumin unsettled after an eerie nightmare.
Word Count: 555
-I sincerely hope you enjoy this little thing I wrote. I’d love to hear what you think and future suggestions! Thank you so much :)
Going on Jumin route for the 6th time I’m shameless.
You slipped into the bedroom, having come a bit late as you made late night treats for the security guarding the penthouse.
Their groggy eyes seemed to light up a bit when you showed them the small gift. It happened to be the pick-me-up they just needed this late into the night.
Your husband, however, appeared a bit of the opposite.
Jumin rustled a bit awkwardly in his sleep, occasionally letting out an exasperated huff.
You crept into bed, smiling lightly as you leaned over to lightly kiss his forehead. “I’m sorry I took so long.” You mumbled.
One of his eyes opened, revealing to be oddly glossy. As though he’d been near tears.
Immediately, you became concerned. “Jumin? What’s wrong?”
He didn’t speak at first, simply pulling you close to him with his arms protectively wound about you. “I had a nightmare.” He eventually said. “I know it’s silly to react in such a way to dreams, but please don’t laugh.”
“Of course I wouldn’t.” You said gently, moving your hand to cup his cheek. “What happened in it?”
He held his breath. “I know you’d never do this…but I dreamt that you left.” He furrowed his brow. “And not in the sense that you simply left the penthouse, you left…and forgot about me.” His voice grew with tension, as though a string was tightening around his throat. “And, you instead got with someone else in the RFA.”
You frowned, worry practically drenching you now. “Jumin, you know that would never happen.”
“I do. But it still bothered me nonetheless.” His face shifting to that of sorrow, pressing his forehead against yours. “I can’t stand the very idea of it. I’m sorry.”
You shook your head, softening your voice with sincerity. “It’s okay, you don’t need to apologize. We all have similar fears when it comes to loved ones.”
He visibly calmed, a comforted sigh escaping him. “Thank you for understanding dear.”
You nodded, smiling sweetly before giving him a tender peck on the nose. “I promise I’ll never leave you okay? Like I said, I’ll stay by your side.” You sank into the bed, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “I love you very much Jumin.”
He exhaled slowly, his tone clearly more content. “I love you too. I can’t even describe how much I love you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He chuckled. “So I’m very happy to hear that promise.”
“Will it help you have a much better dream?” You asked, brushing the messy strands away from his face.
“Yes, I’m sure it will.”
You noticed the lightness in his body now, smiling happily. “I’m glad.” A small yawn escaped you, as your eyelids grew heavy. “If not, don’t hesitate to wake me up. I’ll still be here.”
“Thank you.” He muttered. “Thank you so much. I think I’ll finally get some proper sleep.” His voice began to drag, barely a whisper. “Goodnight love.”
You nodded, listening to his rhythmic breaths as the two of you drifted off. “Goodnight.”
i dont think ive ever overtly stated it on here but im a little bit of a late 16th century england expert–like i dont have a degree or anything but i work with people that do they have like….masters and are professors so im gonna say….i know A Lot
I’ve been seeing quite a bit posts lately about shipping, whether it’s about asking shippers to tone it down, all the way to shippers that seems to take it up their ass when someone else ships a different ship.
Like are you for real? I’m sure most people would agree with me when I say shipping is purely imagination? Like I think these two look cute together, or they have great chemistry so I ship them. How does this affect anyone else?
And for the people that is so overly sensitive about the contents (whether its explicit sex scenes, or abuse, etc.) of these fics, it’s just imaginary jfc. It’s created and it stays in people’s head, that’s all, don’t be such a party pooper. If it’s not for you, move on to the next fic, simple.
Also I saw a post that day that is asking people to not make proof videos or evidence videos of ships because it’s misleading. BRUH. If you believe those videos in the first place, then you stupid, soz nothing can be done and I’m not even gonna waste more time addressing that.
Was totally not gonna write about this because I thought no one was taking this seriously but now that I’ve seen so many posts regarding this, might as well drop one and be done with it.
Summary:interstellar (adjective): occurring or situated between the stars Word Count: 2,231 Genre: angst??, fluff?? Member: Lee “Dino” Chan TW: none i can think of! let me know if you need anything tagged
A/N: this is bad, late, and not proofread :/ not the best i’ve done so far, but hopefully the next one will be better!!
I’ve been struggling with drawing lately… so I drew a Yamaguchi to make me feel better. It worked and I’m back on the road to success (hopefully). It’s a bit rough but I’m happy anyway. I’d say this is an aged up Yams but still with the awesome Tacos shirt. I listed to too much 70s soul drawing this *-*
In the on-set interviews during the filming of 4x08, Bob said that Clarke and Bell work together, then apart a bit, then together again. The cast don't often know what is coming in future eps, so im thinking that bellarke could be reunited as early as the end of 4x08, otherwise 4x09. We know 4x09 has some balke sibling stuff in it, so it could be as late as 4x10. but i hope they don't keep them apart for that long
Yeah, it definitely could be as early as 408. I can’t really say why I have a hunch that they’ll be together in 409, but I do.
Im building off the sad question submitted before, but how do you think the main crew will react to the reader (who is their s/o/crush) dying when the s/o/crush sacrifices theirself to save the Star Trek crew member the reader is in love with? Main crew like Kirk, Spock, Bones, Sulu, Scotty, Uhura. Am i forgetting anyone?
So sorry this has taken me so long, Anon! I’ve been swamped lately and I’ve been somewhat emotional, so I distanced myself from thinking about this for a bit. Here it is, though! Just my two cents on your question. :) Anyone else wanting to say something, feel free!
Jim is devastated. He knows he’s reckless and he could stand to use his better judgment, but he’d never meant to put anyone else on the line, least of all you. Knowing your death was preventable if he’d just listened when he’d been told to pull back, retreat and regroup is killing him. What’s gutting him even more, though, is the tiniest sliver of pride he’s feeling. He’d chosen the most loving and brave person on the damn ship as his partner and the fact that you’d found the courage to try to save him from himself, from his death, warms him, and it cuts him deeply.
Spock can’t really make sense of it at first. You acted illogically - altruism is not something Vulcans are proponents of; why risk yourself to save someone else? If you hadn’t been successful, he could have been killed and you could have been injured or killed, too. The math just doesn’t make sense, the calculation of risk was poorly executed. He’s heartbroken, though. The idea that Vulcans do not feel emotions is flawed at its core - he feels more, everything, and when he watches your body hit the ground, he loses control. The body count rises as his rage propels him to fight, and in the aftermath he’s numb for weeks.
Leonard’s face is impassive until he’s left alone, or at least as alone as Jim will let him be. He’s numb at first, disbelieving, bargaining. Why them? Why not me? Damn it, I should have saved them. I should have prevented this. I’m supposed to preserve life, not risk it. Then he’s heart-wrenchingly, impossibly depressed with a side order of anger. He misses you. He’s shed more tears into your pillow since your death than he ever would have otherwise in a dozen lifetimes. The unfairness of it is sickening to him. He’s cursed with an awful case of survivor’s guilt. He throws himself equally into work and alcohol to cope.
Sulu watches you die in his arms. He doesn’t want to believe it when Dr. McCoy gently but firmly insists that there’s nothing that can be done to save you. He kisses you goodbye as they take you away and he holes himself up in his quarters. He mourns, sequestered, for over a week. At first the crew give him space, but eventually they begin to worry. The crew take turns checking on him, but they give him the space he needs to process his grief. Mourning is a very private affair for him.
Scotty, in contrast, is openly, unabashedly emotional, but strangely quietly so. He can curse out a sailor on a good day, but after losing you he says as few words as possible to get his messages across because he fears that if he says too much he’ll start sobbing again and he’s not sure his body can take any more of it. He suffers his grief very physically.
Uhura cries soundlessly. She doesn’t say a word at first as your body is brought back aboard the ship and taken away. There are tears streaming down her cheeks almost constantly, the tracks never have a chance to dry. Her breathing is quick but even… until she gets behind closed doors. For hours she cries into her pillow, cursing herself, cursing the universe for taking you from her. She carries her grief with her everywhere she goes, but she doesn’t take the time to grieve. She goes back to her duties even when the captain and the CMO recommend she take some time off, if only to keep herself occupied and keep her eyes dry for as long as she’s at her console.
Chekov can’t comprehend the loss at first. He’s at that age where he understands grief, but doesn’t comprehend it. It’s strange because it doesn’t feel much different at first - it’s no different than when you’re asleep and he’s off working, living, doing without you - but eventually it starts to sink in and he breaks down. Sulu is instrumental in his coping with the grief, and the rest of the crew band together around him like family, too, until he’s sleeping through the night (even if it’s fitfully) and eating. It takes him the longest to get back into a normal routine after losing you.