#anyway. ow. sad. but it's also very beautiful to me

[perseephoneee]

┈ ⟡ crash out [a frank langdon fic]

˖ 𐦍 CHAPTER 1: SOMEONE SAYS 'I DO'

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After returning from rehab and looking to earn forgiveness for his mistakes, Frank makes his way back to the Pitt Trauma Medical Center, where he discovers he's been given a supervisor to oversee his progress.

a/n: finally returning to this after crashing out for the past three weeks. can you even crash out for three weeks? it doesn't matter...i did it anyway

beta'd by the beautiful @eurydiceauxenfers <3

“I’ll bet you $10 this isn’t going to work,” you said, watching as Langdon operated. The patient had been injured on a construction site, and you both were arguing over the best way to treat them. While part of you was well aware that he usually had smart ideas for how to handle these situations, you also knew he responded best to competition.

“Then you are going to be $10 short and feeling very stupid,” Langdon laughed, eyes focused on his work. He seemed a lot more joyful than he was a few weeks ago when you first met him. 

“Don’t be a douche.”

“Can’t,” he shrugged. “Because I just succeeded.”

You bit back a smile as he finished off his work, standing back and gesturing to the nurses to bandage the patient up. You left the room, knowing he’d meet you later, as he finished cleaning up. 

You’d had no idea what to expect when Robby asked you to be Frank’s supervisor. You had heard from the rumor mill that he tended to be arrogant, had a hard time not being in control, and was close with Robby. Oh, and the whole stealing drugs thing. But the man you saw on the first day seemed more desperate and sad than anything. Challenging him in his work was the closest you got to seeing that version you were told of before. 

You had also heard him referred to as ER Ken, which gave you a certain idea of what he was supposed to look like. You were not disappointed. 

He’s married, you thought to yourself, looking at the board in central. You heard his footsteps a second later. You could always tell it was him because the steps always seemed hurried, much like a puppy. He wore a grin.

“You owe me $10.”

You raised a brow at him. “How about I just get you a drink from the vending machine and we call it even.”

Langdon pretended to think about it, even though you knew he had already decided. “Deal.”

“Good. We have a sick child in six.”

Langdon pouted. “There’s an amputation in three.”

“I don’t care,” you snorted, watching as his expression fell. You enjoyed that aspect of being his supervisor, getting to make him do whatever case you wanted. He didn’t complain…much. 

He made sure to stay a few paces behind you as you approached the curtain, announcing yourself as you opened it. A little girl, seven years of age, sat on the bed with her knees to her chest and a rabbit in her arms. She was frowning as her parents sat in the chairs next to her. 

“Hi Chloe, I’m Dr. L/N and this is my colleague Dr. Langdon,” you smiled, closing the curtain behind you. “What seems to be the problem?”

“She says her ears won’t stop hurting, and we gave her Tylenol, but it isn’t doing anything.” Her mom twisted her hands, looking anxiously between you and her daughter. You grabbed your otoscope and got closer to Chloe. You hummed as you looked inside both ears. 

“Any other symptoms?” Langdon asked as you examined her ears. 

“She said her head hurt a little bit, but we thought it was just from the strep,” her dad replied. 

“Strep?”

“She just got over strep throat,” the mom replied. You put away the otoscope.

“Her ears are very swollen, but it doesn’t look like the eardrums are affected. Her strep likely didn’t go away and moved to the sinuses, which gave her an infection,” you explained. You felt bad for the little girl. Her ears were so inflamed that you were shocked she wasn’t crying. “Dr. Langdon, what would you prescribe as treatment?”

“Another round of antibiotics, as well as oxycodone as needed for the pain,” Frank smiled, hands in his pockets. You nodded in agreement. 

“That’s it?”

“That’s it,” he replied. 

“Her ears right now are full of pockets of excess liquid. Her hearing might be slightly affected, but it’d only be temporary. At some point, the pockets will burst and drain out naturally. If they don’t go away and she’s still in pain after finishing the antibiotics, you should come back in.”

“Thank you so much,” the mom smiled gleefully, giving her daughter a kiss on the head. You noticed Frank tense up out of the corner of your eye. 

“We’ll write you a prescription now for everything,” you nodded, opening the curtain and stepping out with Frank behind you. He seemed quieter than before. 

“What’s wrong, Langdon?” you asked, bumping his shoulder. He looked down at you, plastering on a smile. 

“Nothing.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“You never do, cupcake,” he grinned, walking backwards towards the ER entrance. You frowned at the nickname. You don’t remember when he started calling you cupcake, but you didn’t always appreciate it. 

“Where are you going?” you called out, arms crossed.

“STEMI incoming, and I’m going to beat the record.”

“Like hell you are,” you grumbled, following after him. He was like a dog with a bone when he wanted to do something. The STEMI rolled in a moment later. You both ran alongside the gurney as you wheeled it into the emergency OR… 

Langdon did not beat the record (neither did you). But the guy survived, so all in a day’s work. Things managed to calm down a little bit, and you found yourself taking a breather in the break room. You slumped against the wall with a Rice Krispies treat, staring a hole into the opposite wall. The door creaked open, and Frank slumped down next to you.

You sat in companionable silence.

“Wanna see me shotgun this Red Bull?” He asked, holding up the can.

“That sounds like a terrible idea,” you responded. “But yes.”

It went about as poorly as expected. Frank’s scrubs were now covered in the energy drink. But it made you laugh, actually snorting laughing. He was an idiot, one whom you were in charge of.

“Glad my failures entertain you.”

“Always,” 

Frank smiled. You were waiting to see the smile reach his eyes, but you knew progress was slow. You cleared your throat. 

“What happened earlier?”

“Earlier?”

“With the kid. You got kinda…distant.”

Frank looked down at his hands. He played with the wedding band on his finger, twisting it around. You observed the action.

“I just haven’t seen Tanner in a while,” Frank admits. “And it’s hard.”

“You haven’t?” He wore his friendship bracelet everywhere. Frank wore Tanner’s friendship bracelet everywhere, you’d noticed. You knew he had to be the light of his life. “How—?”

“Abby left me,” Frank shrugged. You felt your heart drop. “After the…she was mad at me. For lying. For everything.” Langdon ran a hand through his hair. “I haven’t seen him since. Courts are still figuring out custody.” He takes his ring off, holding it up in front of you both. “And I didn’t want people to know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I’m fine,” Frank forced a smile, in a way a totally not fine person would. 

What do you do in this situation? Sit and empathize, you guess. You’ve prided yourself on being good at comforting, but you didn’t always know what to say. 

“Do you mind not telling anyone?” Frank murmured. God, he looked like a wounded puppy with those eyes. 

“Of course I won’t.” You paused for a second. “Would working on the amputee make you feel better?”

“Yes.”

~ * ~

You’re not sure why you did it. Following your co-worker home was never a good idea. Following the mystery that was Frank Langdon was a worse idea. But you couldn’t get that look of his out of your mind, nor the way he held his ring like he wasn’t sure if he should toss it or cherish it. And frankly, you were nosy. 

You follow a little bit behind him as he walks. Luck had it that he didn’t drive to work (your snooping would’ve ended then), but that didn’t leave many options in the closest area. He didn’t ride the bus either. He walked for several blocks, and there were a few close calls where you would roll into the bushes very sleek and cool like a movie spy. You were kidding yourself; you fell into the bushes like a flying squirrel. 

Thoughts of squirrel-like tendencies left your mind as you watched him enter the three-star hotel near the hospital. 

Well, shit.

[skrunksthatwunk]

so i read cyrano today. here's some parts i thought were funny in/out of context

cyrano's debut comes with bullying an actor he doesn't like offstage. two acts later he sends a band of musicians after him just to get them off his hands. he also tells them to tell this actor he sent them

and, of course, marmaladegate

[fardwader]

you’re too good to me (and you know it, too) pt. 4

pairing: peter parker x fem reader

summary: For some unknown reason, Peter Parker cannot stop finding new, inventive ways to humiliate himself in front of you.

And for some reason, you keep helping him up anyway.

Or, the 5 times you save Peter— and the 1 time he saves you.

pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6

a/n: im alive!!!!! oh my god i have been in the worst writing slump ever, this chapter actually took everything out of me to write (also i am so sick helpme), anyways URGHHH im so sorry for the late upload i hope u guys like this i lowkey hate it but its whatever...

wordcount: 3k

taglist: @ladylokilaufeyson5 @wlnut @lonenymphaea, @moon-shampoo, @elfypineapple

tags: 5+1 fic, slow burn, friends to lovers, reader is annoyingly oblivious, peter is a sad dork, no use of y/n, sarcastic peter and an even more sarcastic reader, multi part, past gwen and peter, not canon compliant, gwen stacy is so beautiful...., crazu overuse of italics, reader is terrified and in denial, reader highkey lowkey doesnt like her boyf...

(four)

Jonah had impeccable timing.

He bumped into you— quite literally— at your cousin's birthday party, sending a huge chunk of chocolate fudge cake off of his plate and onto the only decent evening dress you owned. 

You looked up, ready to physically tear him a new one, and there he was: tall, sharp-jawed, and already offering you a napkin with a sheepish grin plastered on his face.

“I promise you that was not the first impression I was going for.” 

All the insults you had mentally prepared died on your tongue as he smiled, warm and disarming— like sunlight breaking through the sky.

Normally, you’d roll your eyes and mutter something snarky under your breath while you walked away, but instead, a quiet burst of laughter escaped you— a surprised, breathy huff that honestly surprised the both of you.

You quirked a brow. “Do you usually throw dessert at girls you like, or am I just special?”

“Nope,” he said, smile widening, “just you.”

That made you laugh again, fuller and realer this time. Maybe it was the soft haze of the champagne that was making you more agreeable, or the ridiculousness of the entire situation— but suddenly the night didn't seem all that bad.

“Alright, cake boy,” you sighed, dabbing at your ruined dress. “You owe me a drink.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he said, shooting his hand out, “It’s uh– Jonah, by the way.”

One drink turned into two, then a shared plate of fries, then lazy conversation about seemingly everything and nothing at the same time. 

Jonah was quick-witted and so very easy on the eyes— muscle in all the right places and dimples that punctuated every warm smile.

He was the kind of guy who, for some reason, knew how to make you laugh without trying too hard. He didn't ask too many questions or try to dig deep. 

He just let things happen. Light, casual, and uncomplicated.

And that was the part you found most appealing.

Because after weeks of quiet, suffocating tension— of tiptoeing around feelings you weren’t ready to name and fearing what might happen if you did— “uncomplicated” felt like exactly what you needed.

So when he asked for your number at the end of the night, you gave it to him without even thinking.

It didn’t feel like a big deal.

Just… nice.

You honestly weren't looking for anything serious, and to Jonah's credit, he never made it feel like you had to be.

Your dates were simple, nothing to write home about. Tacos at a food truck on a Wednesday night, or a walk through Central Park with his hand brushing yours like he wasn’t sure how to hold it just yet, or a movie you barely remembered because the seats were too comfortable and the company too easy.

Jonah never pushed or prodded.

You liked that about him.

You weren’t exactly sure when it shifted— when an easy distraction started to feel like something real.

Maybe it was the night he waited with you at the subway station in the rain, holding his jacket over you both— though it did little to stop you from getting soaked. Still, it was the thought that counted. 

Or maybe it was the morning he showed up at your door with bagels and that dumb, dimpled grin, just because he “had a feeling you forgot to eat breakfast again.”

There wasn’t a single grand gesture. No fireworks. No earth-shattering kiss that rewrote the entirety of your being.

Just a slow, steady bloom of something tender inside of you.

You found yourself texting him when something stupid happened at work, reaching for his hand when the sidewalk got too crowded.

And he was always there.

It didn’t make your heart race, didn’t make you feel like you were flying. But it was there.

Steady. Predictable. Safe. 

And honestly, that felt like enough.

That’s why it stung a little more when he canceled on you for the third time that week. 

It wasn't a huge deal. Just a trip to the movies to catch some shitty slasher movie that came out recently. Something as chill as all the other dates that came before it.

But it was supposed to be your thing, a tiny pocket of time carved out of a week all for you.

'hey, work ran late. raincheck? promise i'll make it up to u?"

You typed out a quick response, yeah no worries its good :), before sighing and chucking your phone face down onto your bed— digging the heels of your palms into your eye sockets— because that felt easier than telling the truth.

Because the truth was, you actually tried. Like, really tried.

You'd put on that soft brown sweater he said he liked— that skirt he bought you. You even tried to do something with your hair— for once.

All in a stupid attempt to actually impress him. To matter.

And now, here you were, dressed up for no one. Your chest tight in a way that always came after expectations were left unmet.

You stayed like that for a while— palms pressed against your face, trying to push back whatever ugly emotion that was clawing its way up to the surface. 

Disappointment, maybe. Or just that crushing feeling of someone not showing up for you the way you'd hoped they would.

Eventually, you peeled yourself off the bed and padded into your kitchen. 

Might as well go out or something, go get food while you're actually put together, so the night wasn't as unsalvageable.

But that’s when you saw him.

Peter, looking like death incarnate, slumped against your kitchen counter— practically bracing against it like it’s the only thing holding him up, a hoodie about two sizes too big draped over his form.

His skin is alarmingly pale, contrasted by the flush of his nose. His eyes are glassy, and his hair— usually messy in an endearing way— now just looks sad, flopped against his damp forehead.

“You look like hell.”

“Aw, thanks,” he rasps. “You always know how to make a guy feel special.”

You cross your arms against your chest, leaning against the doorframe, “You’re sick.”

“I’m fine,” he says, voice all muffled and nasally.

“You’re absolutely not fine, you sound like a congested lawnmower,” you say, shooting him an unimpressed look.

“I gotta–I gotta go,” he sniffs, grabbing for his backpack and missing by at least six inches. “Dr. Connors is waitin’ on those tissue samples and I—achoo!—can't just not show up—”

“Come on, Patient Zero,” you grab him by the shoulders, dragging him to the couch, “sit down before you pass out.”

Peter opens his mouth to argue before being interrupted by a violent cough that practically doubles him over.

You arch a brow.

“...That could’ve happened to anyone,” he manages to rasp out when it’s over.

“Sure. Anyone who’s extremely, definitely sick.”

“I heal fast,” he says, still fighting. “I’ll be fine in like, twenty minutes— just need some Dayquil and maybe one of those throat lozenges that taste like May’s purse.”

You place a hand on his forehead.

He leans into your touch before he can stop himself— he’s burning up.

“Pete,” you say, softer now, “please don’t make me tie you to the couch. Because I will.”

His eyes flutter half-closed at your touch. 

“You don’t have rope.”

“Not the point.”

He hesitates— wobbles a little, then lets out the world’s most dramatic sigh and finally sinks down onto the couch.

“You shouldn’t have even left your bed in this condition,” you say, digging through your junk drawer for a thermometer.

He groans, muffled through the throw pillow. “I had things to do.”

“You have a fever,” you call back, “I doubt you could be useful in the lab right now, Parker.”

When you return, he’s slumped sideways, eyes half-lidded. You nudge his shoulder and hold up the thermometer.

“Open.”

“Wow, at least buy a man dinner first.”

“Peter.”

He opens his mouth. The thermometer beeps after a few seconds, and you frown at the number that flashes on the screen. 

“39.4°C”

He shrugs weakly. “That’s not that bad.”

“Parker.”

He blinks up at you, sluggish and glassy-eyed, the fever clearly fogging up whatever filter he has left. His gaze drifts, moving from your outfit and lingering somewhere around your face— though it’s hard to tell exactly where he’s looking.

Then, inexplicably, he smiles.

"You look nice today."

You blink, momentarily stunned. Not because of the words themselves— you've heard compliments before, of course— but because of the way he said it. 

Soft. Offhanded, like it had slipped out before he could catch it.

You glanced down at yourself— the version of yourself you had put on all in an attempt to get your boyfriend to notice you. 

And now here was Peter Parker, feverish and flushed and somehow still managing to see you better than Jonah had in weeks.

“Don’t try and change the subject, Peter–” 

“No seriously,” he hummed, already halfway unconscious, blinking up at you like he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming. “You always look nice and stuff. Just… extra nice tonight. Fancy.” 

"Mhm," you muttered, heading back into the kitchen under some flimsy excuse to get some medicine to try and hide the flush that climbed its way onto your cheeks, "I had plans. They got canceled."

Peter doesn't say anything, not right away. 

Then: 

"Cake Boy?" 

You snort, "Jonah. Yes." 

Earlier, you hadn't really told Peter about Jonah and how far your relationship had actually progressed. Only the faint mention of some guy who spilled cake down your dress.

It wasn't like you were hiding it or anything. It just felt weird to tell him.

You weren't sure why. 

Maybe because saying it out loud made it feel more real. Maybe because the second you told Peter about Jonah, it would become something that mattered— and you weren’t ready to admit that it did.

Or maybe it was because Peter has always been the person you told everything to. 

The one who stayed up with you on the fire escape at 3 a.m. eating greasy pizza, the one who binged watched cheesy horror movies with you— the one who somehow always knew what you were feeling, even when you couldn’t find the words for it.

So yeah, maybe bringing Jonah into the conversation felt like inviting a stranger into something private.

You rummaged around your cupboards for some Ibuprofen and a mug, more for something to do with your hands than any real purpose.

“We were supposed to catch that new slasher movie tonight,” you said, trying to keep your tone light, like it didn’t bother you. “Third time he’s bailed this week. But you know. Work."

There’s a grumbled noise that comes from the couch that sounds suspiciously like a judgmental hmmph.

You raise your brows as you return to the living room, bottle of water in one hand, two pills in the other. “What was that?”

"Nothin'," Peter says, barely lifting his head.

“Seriously, he works a busy job,” you defend as you sit beside him, handing him the pills, “he works in finance, he’s in line for a promotion, I think.”

“Sure,” he croaks, sniffling into the collar of his hoodie.

You shoot him a look as he takes the pills from your hand, dry-swallowing them without blinking. You hold the water bottle out anyway, but he just shakes his head.

You cross your arms. “Okay. Dude, what’s your problem with him?”

Peter shrugs one shoulder weakly. “I dunno. Doesn’t seem like your type.”

You scoff, settling back against the couch. “What is my type, then?”

He opens his mouth, then hesitates. His eyes flick toward you— like he might actually say it. Like he wants to.

You feel it hang in the space between you– another one of those moments that’s all potential and no follow-through.

But instead, he coughs— long, wheezy, miserable.

You hand him a tissue and let it go.

He blows his nose dramatically. “Thanks, Nurse Ratched.”

“I should’ve let you suffer.”

“You kind of are,” he says, voice muffled through the tissue. “You just keep talkin’ about your perfect, rich finance boyfriend while I’m dying.”

“Oh my god,” you mutter, fighting a smile. “You are so dramatic.”

Before you can roll your eyes, he shifts— slowly, like it’s second nature— and lets his head drop into your lap with a quiet, exhausted sigh, cheek pressing against your thigh.

You freeze. Just for a second.

Then your hand hovers awkwardly in the air like it isn’t quite sure what to do with itself. Peter’s curls are tickling your arm. His breath is warm against your leg. 

He’s got the smallest, softest smile on his lips. 

"So, finance guy. Huh?" You can feel him smirk against your thigh.

You roll your eyes, but there’s no real bite behind it– there’s never any bite behind it.

Your fingers twitch, finally settling in his hair— gently carding through the curls that are still damp from his earlier fever-sweat.

“Yes, finance guy,” you reply, your voice dry but fond. “He wears loafers and talks about stocks unironically."

Peter lets out a hoarse chuckle. "Sexy."

“Oh, incredibly,” you deadpan, scratching lightly at his scalp. “Every woman’s dream.”

His eyes were barely open now, lids even heavier with your hand carding through his hair. “I’m sorry your plans got canceled,” he mumbled into your thigh, voice rough. “But I’m kinda glad you’re here.”

Your hand stills for a beat in his hair.

It’s subtle, barely a hitch, but Peter notices.

Because, of course, he notices.

He seems to notice everything when it comes to you— every shift in your voice, every change in your routines, every text you type a little too quickly, and every laugh that was a bit too warm.

So when you started dressing a little nicer, started canceling on him last minute, started smiling down at your phone in a way that wasn’t meant for him— he knew.

And he let it happen.

He didn’t ask. Didn’t pry. Didn’t say a word, even when it stung more than he cared to admit. Because he knew he didn’t have the right, you weren’t his— and he knew that.

But here you were. His head in your lap, your hand tangled in his hair, and something about it feels dangerously close to hope.

You gently tap his shoulder, “C’mon, up, Parker. You’ve gotta get up.”

He groans, low and muffled, pressing his face further into your thigh like that might somehow make you take it back. “Five more minutes,” he mutters, voice thick with sleep and congestion.

You bite back a smile, trying— and failing— not to sound as fond as you feel. “Get up, I’ve gotta get you some soup.”

He groans again.

You huff, amused, and your fingers brush over his scalp again before you catch yourself. “Peter…”

He finally looks up, just barely. His eyes are glassy with exhaustion but still achingly soft, locked on yours. “I like it here,” he admits, quieter now. “Don’t make me move yet.”

But, to his disappointment, you gently shove him off. 

He lands back against the cushions with a dramatic oof, flopping onto his side like his bones were made out of jelly.

"Rude," he mumbled, squinting up at you through red eyes. "I bare my soul and you throw me to the wolves."

"You were melting into my thigh," you say, standing and stretching with a small smile. "I need circulation, and you need soup, Peter."

"Who needs sustenance when you’re comfortable?" he counters, eyes fluttering shut again as he dramatically clutches at the throw pillow you hand him like it’s a poor substitute for you. "You’re cruel. Heartless. 0 stars, no bedside manner."

You shake your head, laughing softly as you drape the blanket over him— walking over to the kitchen.

Peter watches you move around the room, your silhouette softened by the dim glow of the kitchen light. 

You’re humming— quietly, absentmindedly— and it makes his chest ache in a way that has nothing to do with the fever. 

He pulls the blanket tighter around himself, coating himself in its warmth. But it's not as warm as your lap, or your fingers in his hair, or the sweet sound of your voice up close and soft just for him.

For a second, you were there, and you let him have it. That intimate and easy quiet, and then it was gone.

Because you’re not his, never was, never will be. 

He needs to start reminding himself of that.

He hears the clink of a spoon, the cupboard shutting, the soft pad of your feet returning— and he plasters on a grin like it doesn't matter at all.

“Any chance my nurse also makes toast?” he rasps, winking.

Because if he keeps it light, maybe it won’t feel so heavy.

You arch a brow, setting down a small bowl beside him on the coffee table. "Your nurse made soup. Homemade, by the way. Well, semi-homemade. I just added some garlic and salt to the canned stuff. But whatever."

Peter grins up at you— it’s lazy, foggy at the edges, but it still carries that boyish charm that seems to emanate from him. "Gourmet."

You flash him a smile. “Don’t say I never do anything for you.”

Peter takes a slow, careful sip of the soup, wincing a little at the temperature but grateful for the warmth.

You settle beside him again, brushing a stray curl from his damp forehead and tucking it behind his ear with a tenderness that catches you both off guard.

“You just focus on getting better,” you say softly, your voice steady despite the flutter in your chest. “I’ll handle the rest. Soup, tea, maybe some actual toast if you're good.”

He tries to protest, but his voice is too weak, so he just lets out a tired chuckle. His eyes close briefly, his breathing evening out.

You stay there, watching over him, fussing— let’s be real, when do you not fuss over him?

And slowly, imperceptibly–  he starts to look a little less like the sick, feverish mess from earlier and more like the Peter you know and love. 

And for a moment, you forget about Jonah, him canceling, and the way he made you feel.

And, honestly— for now, that’s enough.

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[daddyslilchickenfingers2]

Breakup Help (Chris)

Request: None (Reupload of the second fic I ever wrote and it’s lowkey shit)

Warnings: Friends to lovers, slight angst, insecure Chris, minimal degradation, eating out, basic sex

Y/n’s pov

About two weeks ago Chris’ girlfriend of two years cheated on him with his good friend and unfortunately, Chris walked in on them fucking. It had completely broke his heart, he’s been depressed and hasn’t left his room in days, he just cries and gets mad at his brothers for trying to make him eat a real meal. Matt had called me asking if I would go over and try to talk to Chris and cheer him up since I’m his best friend.

I agreed to go over since Matt and Nick were going to be staying at Madis for the night, needing to have a meeting with Laura anyways. I got my stuff together and went to the store to get Chris a Pepsi, goldfish and a monkey stuffed animal before heading to their house. I used my key to open the door, immediately going down to Chris’ room only to hear him crying really hard.

I knocked on the door softly “Hey buddy, can you unlock the door so I can come in please?” I spoke in a soft voice trying to be comforting. “No go away” his voice cracked as he responded, “Please Chris? I wanna give you a hug and I have something for you” I pleaded. After a loud sigh, Chris unlocked the door and I let myself in, he looked like hell, his hair was a mess, he hadn’t shaved in a few days, and had red eyes with massive bags underneath, I felt bad for him. I set the stuff I brought him on his desk and threw my bag and shoes on the floor before making my way over to the sad boy on his bed. I sat down, pulling him into a tight hug, rubbing his back as he clung onto me and cried.

“Why would they do this to me? Am I really that disposable that they can just move on and forget about me?” he cried out as he pulled away to look at me “No you’re not, you’re a great person and anyone would be lucky to have you as a friend or boyfriend, I’m sorry they did that” I said as I moved his hair out of his face. “S-she said I di-didn’t make her feel good and-d I have a small dick! B-but she always acted like it felt g-good! And s-said I was a ba-bad kisser. They both called me super ugly too” He spoke softly, stuttering over his words as he looked down with tears still streaming down his face.

“Awe Chrisy I’m sorry” I laid next to him on the bed as I spoke. “Now I feel really insecure…” he looked up at me with a sad expression, “Y/n do you think I’m ugly?” He questioned, making me give him a small smile. “Absolutely not, you’re very attractive. You have the most beautiful eyes, a stunning smile, perfect hair, the cutest little freckles, a very charming personality, the prettiest lips, really nice hands, should I continue?” A light blush spread across his face as I complimented him. “You think I have pretty lips and nice hands?” He questioned with a small smirk “Is that all you got from what I just said?” I asked rolling my eyes.

He replied with “No I also got that you think I’m cuuute” cracking a small smile. “Shut up or I’m leaving, you’re never getting complimented again I’ll just say you’re ugly” I rolled my eyes going to get up but he moved to lay on top of me so I couldn’t move and tightly hugged me “NO! I haven’t stopped crying since I caught them, you can’t leave you made me smile!” He said as he hid his face in my neck, “Fine I’ll stay if you get your fat ass off of me” I said pushing him off of me. “Don’t be mean to me, I’m vulnerable” He pouted “You owe me a hug now”

Chris had fallen asleep on me about 30 minutes after I got here but he needed the sleep so I didn’t bother him, a few hours had passed and he had just woken up. “Good morning sleeping beauty” I laughed at him making him whine and move his face away from my neck now laying on his back “Mmm if I’m sleeping beauty then I can’t wake up until I get a true loves kiss” he puckered his lips up and closed his eyes, earning a smack from me “Nice try bud” “It was worth a shot” he laughed.

We decided to watch a movie, Chris munching on the goldfish I brought him, before turning to me “Can I ask you a weird question” he asked earning a nod from me. “Remember what I said earlier?” “You said a lot earlier so you gotta be more specific” “What I said about h/e/n, when she said I was bad in bed” he sighed. “I don’t like where you’re going with this” “Just hear me out, would you um let me like make out with you and give you head? OH, and would you tell me if you think I have a small dick?” He pleaded with me.

I sighed sitting up to look at him “I love you and all but n-“ I didn’t get to finish because he interrupted me. “Before you say no…” He sat up moving his face closer to me, “…can I pleeeeaaaase!? If you don’t like it I’ll stop, I just need feedback on exactly what doesn’t feel good. please, it won’t be weird I promise!” he said, giving me the cutest pout. “Fine only because you look really cute when you make that face” I reluctantly agreed.

Chris pulled off his hoodie and shirt claiming they would make him “too hot” before throwing his blankets off of us sitting on his knees and pulling my face closer to his. I could feel the stubble underneath my fingers when I gently cupped his jaw, his eyes flickered between my eyes and my lips for a second before smashing our lips together. The kiss was hot and needy, Chris’ tongue slid across my bottom lip as he slowly pushed me to lay on my back making me gasp, allowing his tongue slide into my mouth as he moved to hover over me.

My other hand came up to to tread through his hair as his moved to my thigh, I don’t know what h/e/n was talking about when she said he was a bad kisser because that’s most definitely not true. Chris started leaving sloppy, wet kisses down to my neck before sucking deep purple hickies into my skin, pulling away when he heard a small moan come out of me when he sucked on a specific spot. I looked up at him, he was biting his lip looking at me “So how was that?” he asked. “Hmm I think I need one more for good measure” I teased as he smashed our lips together again.

This time he was a lot more rough, slightly sucking on my tongue making me loud out another whiny moan into the kiss. Lightly biting my bottom lip as he pulled away, wearing a cocky smile on his face. “Sooo” “One of the best makeout seshes I’ve ever had, I think you know that” I finally answered “You’re right, I just wanted to hear you say it, pretty. Now can I take off your shirt?” he replied. I just gave him a simple nod, he slid my shirt over my head looking down at my exposed breasts making him groan. He started kissing down my neck again, this time moving lower to leave hickies all over my chest before he wrapped his lips around my left nipple to suck on it, switching to do the same to the right one.

He moved lower, occasionally nipping at the skin of my stomach before he stopped at the waistband of my sweats. He slowly pulled my sweats off and started leaving teasing kisses on my thighs, his hands sliding up my sides as he started slightly sucking hickies into my thighs like he did to the rest of my body. He looked up at me, his eyes now so blown out that there was hardly any blue left, we made eye contact. He pulled away and smirked at me “You’re pretty I hope you know that”

Chris came up to press a soft kiss to my lips “How do you want me to get you wet?” He asked with a light blush across his face. “Just do it however you normally would, okay?” I cupped his face as I spoke, feeling the stubble underneath my fingers. “Okay but if I do that I have to take my pants, is that fine? I’ll still have my boxers on.” He said as he scratched the back of his neck nervously. “That’s fine but please stop being so nervous bubs, don’t let that stupid bitch get in your head!” I said pushing his hair back, he just nodded and took off his sweats.

Chris kissed me again for the umpteenth time tonight, licking my bottom lip asking for permission as he presses his hips down against mine. He started grinding against me as we made out, one of his hands coming up to grab one of my tits playing with the nipple making me moan. I felt his cock starting to get hard as he gently bit my bottom lip, I threaded my fingers through his hair and lightly tugged on it. I sucked on his tongue a little bit making him groan into the kiss before he started trailing his kisses down my body once again.

He aggressively pulled my panties down and threw them somewhere behind him, groaning when he saw how wet I was. “Damn, I really made you this wet?” he asked running a finger through my folds, I sheepishly nodded. Chris wasted no time, immediately pumping two fingers in me while kissing my thighs. He curled his fingers up, hitting my g-spot making me gasp before he wrapped his lips around my clit. Chris’ tongue started flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves as he kept curling his fingers up, slowly adding a third one. “Fuck Chris if you keep doing that I’m gonna cum” I moaned out, with his free hand Chris took one of my hands and placed it in his hair. I got the hint and started lightly pulling his hair not wanting to hurt him but his free hand came back to mine making my grip on his hair tighter and made me pull harder causing him to let out a groan.

The vibrations from his constant groaning make me get closer to my high, resulting in me placing both hands in his hair. Chris removed his lips from my clit “You like that baby, am I making you feel good?” he asked with a smirk before removing his fingers and replacing them with his tongue. “Sooo g-good Chris, gonna make me cum soon” I whined out as I felt my high approaching. Chris’ fingers started rubbing my clit in fast, tight circles, flicking his tongue in and out of my hole faster. “Oh sh-shit Chris, fuck ‘m gonna cum” I loudly moaned, tightly gripping his hair, making him groan, sending me over the edge.

After he had licked up all my cum, Chris hovered over me, his face shiny and covered in my cum. “So was it any good?” He asked with a cocky smile, already knowing the answer “You taste so good by the way, I might’ve just found my new favorite meal” he said winking. “Very good, the only thing that could make it better would be if you make out with me again” I responded while biting my lip. Chris came closer to my face so that our lips were almost touching “That can be arranged” he said before smashing his lips against mine, pressing his hips against mine once again, fully hard this time.

I grinded my hips up against his making him let out a loud groan “Fuck Y/n/n don’t do that, I’m already hard, I don’t need you making me hornier. It’s already gonna suck trying to ignore it, so d-don’t do tha- sh-shit” As he spoke I trailed my hand down his chest to his cock, giving it a squeeze. “Why don’t we prove the last two things she said wrong? Show me how good you can fuck me with your big cock Chris” I bit my lip and I moved my fingers to toy with the waistband of his boxers as I looked into his eyes. “Are you serious? Because I dont think I’ll be able to control myself if I fuck you and I don’t wanna be too rough or hurt your feelings” He spoke softly as he stroked my cheek with his thumb.

I leaned up to place a kiss below his ear as I whisper “What if I like it rough and have a degradation kink?” I asked before sucking a few hickies into his neck as he processed what I just said. “And I’m on the pill so you can fuck me raw if you want to” I added making him let out a deep growl pulling his boxers down as he placed his lips on mine, teasing his tip through my folds. Chris placed his tip at my entrance, slowly pushing the mushroomed tip in before slamming the rest of his length into me. He pulled away from the kiss looking down at me waiting for me to tell him to move, once I gave him a nod he started pumping in and out of me at a slow pace.

“Chris, faster, please” I whined out as my fingers went to pull his hair. He started speeding up his thrust as we both let out moans “Goddamn you’re so fucking tight, squeezing my cock so good baby” he groaned out, speeding up his thrust even more, my nails starting to dig into his back as I moaned loudly. Chris dropped his head to look down between our bodies to watch his dick pumping in and out of me. “Ch-Chris you’re so big f-fuck! Ohh right th-there!” I whined out when he hit my g-spot repeatedly, I started sucking more hickies into his neck to match mine. “Yeah, you like that baby? You gonna cum all over my cock like a slut?” Chris growled out moving his hands from my waist, the left one going to rub my clit while the right one starts to toy with my nipples.

I grabbed Chris’ right hand bringing it up to my throat, loving the way his jaw dropped for a moment before turning into a smirk as he wrapped his fingers around my throat to choke me. “You’re such a fucking whore, letting your best friend destroy your tight little pussy!” Chris groaned as his thrusts sped up, his fingers on my clit doing the same as he repeatedly hit my g-spot. “I’m gonna cum! Fuck can I please cum!” I begged, whimpering as my nails scratched down his back, Chris’ hand squeezed my throat harder only adding to the pleasure. I felt his thrusts starting get sloppy signaling he’d was close too.

“Cum all over my cock baby, be a good little slut for me.” Chris groaned out. I came around his cock, my walls squeezing tighter around him, making him shoot his load inside of me. Warm spurts of cum painting my walls white. After we both road out our highs Chris stopped rubbing my clit and removed his hand from my throat before pulling out, causing us both to hiss at the feeling before he plopped down next to me. We both caught our breath before Chris spoke “That was something huh?” he chuckled out “I’m gonna be honest h/e/n has absolutely no fucking idea what she’s talking about because that was amazing” I said rolling over to face Chris, who had a big smile spread across his face.

Chris placed a sweet kiss to my lips, smiling into it when I kissed back, he moved some hair behind my ear after we pulled away “Thank you, for everything. You definitely made me feel so much better tonight, now let’s go get cleaned up and then we can go to sleep. I mean if you want to stay, y-you don’t have to it’s okay-y to s-“ he started saying nervously before I cut him off with a kiss. “Chris you don’t have to keep being so insecure with me dude. I’m not h/e/n, I actually care about you and I love you, you’re my best friend. Now come on let’s go shower and then we can cuddle okay?” I said while stroking his cheek. We got up and took a shower getting dressed after, I wore one of his shirts and a pair of boxers, before going to lay down. I was covered in hickies which made Chris feel proud, this was going to be fun to explain to Matt and Nick in the morning…

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[ticklygiggles]

Definitely not ticklish | Wanderer x Lumine x Lyney

A/N: Merry Christmas in advance, @kusuguricafe ! I am your @squealing-santa this year! ❤️ Whoa it had been a hot minute since I participated hehe.

Anyways, I wish you a looovely Christmas, if you celebrate it! I hope you like your little gift ^^ and have a month full of warmth and a good start of the year! Wishing you the best mwah 💕

Summary: Wanderer's face is really pretty.

Words: 2.7k

He never thought his face was particularly extraordinary. He always avoided looking at his own reflection on any surface; his face was just a reminder of his imperfections and he hated it deeply. 

He never paid much attention to it... until recently when he started being hyper aware of it. All because of a certain magician who deliberately enjoyed looking at him. 

Wanderer had never met anyone like Lyney. At first, he seemed like just a goofy boy, outgoing and too smiley for Wanderer's taste, but as time went by, Lyney let his true feelings show and he did not always show that bright smile and flirtatious attitude in front of Wanderer.

It was strange to see him like this. His duality worried and even made Wanderer stay alert all the time around him, but routine made everything change and he soon got used to the magician and all his little traits and stupid jokes and magic tricks that didn't surprise Wanderer at all. 

However, there was one thing Wanderer just couldn't get used to…

“G-Give me some space!” He growled, trying to get away from Lyney. 

“Hehe, sorry sorry,” The wizard apologized, but the huge smile on his face and his flushed cheeks let Wanderer know that he was not sorry at all. 

Lyney was simply obsessed with Wanderer's face. There wasn't a day that went by when Lyney didn't mention how beautiful Wanderer was. It was an everyday occurrence, at any hour. And if his face wasn't being appreciated by Lyney's words, then it was appreciated by his violet eyes fixed on him as he smiled fondly. 

Wanderer never knew what to do when that happened; he felt uncomfortable, embarrassed even, if he needed to name that feeling properly. He wanted to hide from Lyney stares, but also try to act as if it didn't affect him as much as it did.

“I told you to stop!” 

“I can't help it! You're just so beautiful!” 

Wanderer groaned. This was such a terrible feeling. He wished he never agreed to being in a stupid relationship with Lyney and have a date in this stupid Serenitea Pot while he was being stared at!

By the corner of his eye, he could see Lyney was staring at him again and Wanderer rolled his eyes and turned his head away from the magician, who was almost glued to his side to look at him properly. Lyney chuckled and Wanderer jolted a little when he felt him rest his chin against his shoulder.

“Ow, c'mon, Wanderer!” Lyney begged against his ear, his breathing caressing his soft skin, causing him to shiver. “Let me see your pretty face, yes?” 

Wanderer shook his shoulder, but Lyney didn't move away. “You're so annoying! You do this every day! You literally look at my face all the time, you can be without it for a while.” 

“No, I can't!” Lyney pouted, making his voice sound teary and sad. “I will die a very painful death if you don't let me look at your face right now!” 

“Then perish,” Wanderer said, closing his eyes and fighting the urge to rub at his ear as Lyney's breath fanned across the skin. 

Lyney whined, but ultimately stopped talking, although he stayed right where he was, glued to Wanderer's side.

Silence filled the room once more. Wanderer could only hear Lyney's soft breathing in his ear, the sound of running water outside, and the chirping of birds. As much as he said he hated the Serenitea Pot, he actually felt relaxed in it. 

Also, Lyney's body pressed against his was so warm, like a soft blanket. Wanderer felt himself beginning to lose consciousness. Lyney's hands gently touched his waist, startling him slightly before he relaxed under the soft touch. He was definitely going to fall asleep on that small table in the middle of the room. 

But when Lyney's fingers moved too close to his back, Wanderer jumped, his eyes wide as he gasped and stiffened.

“What's the matter?” Lyney asked worriedly, his head tilting slightly to see Wanderer's face, but he quickly turned away. 

“Nothing,” he said hurriedly, his hands quickly finding Lyney's. “Now, move away or I'm gonna– ack!”

A single poke to his waist. That was all it took for Lyney to know what was going on and Wanderer wanted to whine. Why was he so ticklish if he wasn't even human?! 

“Oh?” The teasing in Lyney's tone of voice sent shivers down Wanderer's spine. He could see Lyney's mischievous grin without even looking at his face! 

“Don't you fucking dare,” he warned, pushing at Lyney's hands. “I don't– ungh!” 

“Why didn't anyone tell me you're ticklish?!”

Wanderer gritted his teeth, refusing to let any stupid and embarrassing sound escape his lips. Evil fingers started to squeeze the curve of his waist, making him want to crawl out of his skin. 

He could never get used to this terrible sensation. It made his brain feel like mush and he hated that it made him want to laugh so much. But above all, he hated that Lyney had found out about this! He had tried so hard to hide his stupid sensitivity from Lyney's prying fingers, but he had let his guard down.

“Ow, c'mon! Won't you laugh a bit for me?” Lyney teased with a little giggle, his lips brushing against Wanderer's ear.

Wanderer shook his head, desperately trying to keep his back to Lyney so he couldn't see how his trembling lips started to curve into a silly smile as the tickling continued, his eyes tightly shut.

“Oh? What's going on here?” Wanderer groaned as that sweet voice reached his ears. He straightened his back with a deep gasp when Lyney's fingers moved up towards his ribs.

Great, now the traveler was seeing this mess. 

“Lumine! Why didn't you tell me Wanderer is ticklish?!” Lyney reproached her and Wanderer could hear the pout on his lips. 

Lumine chuckled softly as she approached them, closing the door of her room behind her with one foot as she gracefully held a tray with cups of tea in one of her hands. 

“I didn't? Well, it seems that you know it now. You're doing it all wrong, though.” She said and Wanderer widened his eyes. No, she wouldn't dare! 

“What do you mean I'm doing it wrong?!” Lyney asked, offended. His hands moved away from Wanderer's body, and in a beat, he tried to get up, but was pushed back by Lumine. 

“Going somewhere?” That horrible smirk sent shivers down Wanderer's spine and he tried to scurry back but was met by Lyney's body and the magician giggled happily, hugging his waist from behind as if he was a stuffed animal. 

Wanderer whined, “stay away from me! No! Don't touch me th-thehehere! Ahahahack! I hahahahate you!” 

His body went crazy as he felt Lumine's warm hand gripping that terribly ticklish nerve above his hip. As soon as she began to squeeze that nerve, Wanderers' laughter shot hastily from his lips. He thrashed around, trying to push Lumine's hand away as he laughed uproariously. 

“Oh.” He heard Lyney say and Wanderer shrieked, feeling his other side being under attack too. He threw his head back against Lyney's shoulder, his body going a limp under their maddening touch. 

Wanderer had his eyes tightly shut, but he could hear Lyney and Lumine giggle above him as their fingers mercilessly chased those spots and his hips shook in desperation. 

“You see? He's very ticklish here,” Lumine said, using her free hand to grab one of Wanderer's so he would stop pushing hers.

“I'm n-nohohot!” His laughter was turning a bit frantic as their fingers kept rubbing and massaging those spots as if it was engraved in their minds how to make Wanderer laugh like a mad man.

But even as he laughed like that, he was never going to admit that he was ticklish. Even if Lumine's fingers began to claw up towards his ribs and he felt the desperation growing. His laughter turned more panicky and his flailing intensified, but he couldn't escape Lyney's embrace. 

“Did he just say he isn't ticklish?” Lyney asked and Wanderer wanted to hide when he heard them both laughing at him, still, he laughed the loudest. 

“Then, if he's not ticklish,” Lumine said, her fingers dangerously close to his highest ribs. “I'm sure he doesn't mind us doing this, right? Pin him!” 

“Aaahahack!” 

Their positions changed too quickly, but the tickling didn't stop for even a second. Somehow Lyney was able to push Wanderer onto his back and trap his hands under his knees, tickling him still just above his hip.

Lumine straddled his hips, but ultimately kept her fingers glued to Wanderer's highest ribs, making him nearly choke on his laughter. 

“STAHAHAP! Lehehet me gohoho, dahahammit!” 

“But why?” Lyney sang, moving his hands up to Wanderer's tummy, clawing at the very middle and rubbing his thumbs against the sides of his stomach. “You said you're not even ticklish, didn't he say that, Lumine?” 

Lumine nodded, “yes! I clearly heard him saying so!” 

Wanderer let out a stream of ridiculous giggles and he jerked like a worm, making his lovers giggle, so in love with all his struggling. Those sadists bastar- 

“NAHAHAT THEHERE!” He cackled, shaking his head as if trying to distract himself from the tickles to his armpits. He desperately tried to lower his arms, but Lyney had him pinned right and no matter how hard he bucked his hips and arched his spine, he simply couldn't push Lumine off him. 

The traveler skittered her fingernails up and down his ticklish armpits, making him see stars. She pinched the muscle, making him laugh hysterically, and then rubbed deep circles against the crease where his arm met his torso. 

Tapping, caressing, pinching and vibrating– she did every single technique she knew so well worked wonders on Wanderer and oh, he was laughing out of his head. 

Small tears of laughter began to cling to his long eyelashes, making them shine in the warm light coming through the window. 

“Whoa,” Lyney mumbled breathlessly. “Look how beautiful he is, Lumine.” 

Wanderer whined, but then he shrieked as the tickling to his armpits seemed to increase. Wanderer was so overwhelmed about the tickling there, he could barely feel Lyney's hand moving away from his stomach to his ribs. 

“He really is beautiful. Look how big he can smile, ah but remember he's not ticklish!” They giggled again, relentlessly tickling Wanderer to pieces.

Thankfully for him, Wanderer didn't need to breathe, but it caused his laughter to come out in a smooth, unbroken stream. Uninterrupted and unbroken, it simply didn't stop or pause for breath. His shoulders shook and his lips trembled as the mirthful sound filled the air like a steady hum. 

And that was simply so embarrassing when those two were abusing all of his sensitive spots until he was feeling somehow dizzy and lightheaded. At the verge of fainting, but at the same time, hyper aware of everything that was going on. 

“NOT TIHIHICKLING THEHEHERE!” He begged, his cheeks hurting from smiling so much. 

Lumine giggled. “Why are you even saying so if it doesn't tickle at all, or does it?” 

“NOHOHO! It dohohoesn’t!” He knew perfectly well that his words weren't helping his cause at all, but still he couldn't help but challenge them because… he liked the sensation. 

It was extremely overwhelming, and made him want to scream and run away and cringe out of his skin, but at the same time, he liked that feeling of wanting to run away, he liked that he couldn't think of anything else but those fingers digging into all his weak points. 

He liked to hear how much fun they were having when tickling him; there was no malice in their intentions even if they said the most embarrassing things to make him feel flustered. He knew that the words they said about how beautiful he was or how precious his smile was were true and made him feel warm, loved. A sensation that was still strange to him and made him feel uncomfortable, but good at the same time. 

“Do you want to tickle him here?” He heard Lumine ask as she stopped tickling his armpits for a bit.

Wanderer's laughter stopped dead. His face was still wearing a lingering smile and his eyes were sparkling with tears of mirth as he looked at Lumine. His body went limp, suddenly still as if the laughter had been switched off like a light.

“I'm gonna show the absolute, number one, weakest spot on this not-so-ticklish Wanderer,” she said with a big smile on her lips and Wanderer widened his eyes, pulling at his arms and kicking his legs as he shook his head. 

“Don't you dare! I swear if you- ahahahack! Lyney! Dohohon't!” 

The nerve-ending melody of his laughter filled their ears again when Lyney started tickling his armpits. He had learned so well from that silly traveler, who was spreading Wanderer's legs even though he was trying to resist and she got in between them, laughing mischievously.

“Where on earth are you going to tickle him?!” Lyney asked with a deep blush assaulting his cheeks, his fingers faltering a little, but not enough to stop Wanderer’s laughter.

Lumine laughed, her fingers walking like little legs from Wanderer's knees to the inner part of his thighs, under his shorts. 

“Lehehet go! Lehehehet gohoho! Dohohon't do ihihIHIHIT!” Wanderer shrieked with hysterical laughter as Lumine's fingers found that meaty part so close to his groins. 

His trashing was no joke, he desperately tried to escape, but there was no way. So he could only stay there between them as they absolutely destroyed his ticklish spots and he spiraled into ticklish agony. 

“His inner thighs are so ticklish~” She said to Lyney as she squeezed and squeezed the muscle over and over, making Wanderer howl. “You gotta have him pinned, though, otherwise he'll kill you.”

“... He's not even ticklish though!” More of their giggles and Wanderer wanted the earth to swallow him whole. 

He really doubted that that terrible sound was coming from him. It was desperate, frantic and panicky. It was also loud, boisterous, scraping in his throat and bubbling out of his mouth nonstop, a steady rhythm that didn't falter. 

There was no way a human could resist that amount of tickling, but Wanderer would gladly try it out on these two humans as soon as they stopped! 

“Wanderer, why are you so pretty?” Lyney asked nonchalantly, as if he wasn't tickling Wanderer's armpits as if life depended on it. 

“Why do you have such a beautiful smile?” Lumine asked, massaging his inner thighs in the most ticklish way possible. 

“Why do you keep saying you're not ticklish when you can barely keep yourself together?” 

“Why are you laughing so hard if you're not ticklish?” 

“Why do you keep squirming if you're not ticklish?” 

“Why do you–

Enough! 

“FIHIHINE! FIHIHINE, DAHAHAMMIT! I'm fuhuhucking tihihicklish! PLEHEHEASE, please stohohop!” He begged, unable to keep fighting against them and simply going limp as they tickled and tickled and tickled him. 

He thought they would tickle him forever, but they eventually slowed down enough to make his hysteria turn into soft giggles and then complete sudden silence again. Everything was suddenly quiet, except for the faint echoes of his laughter ringing in their ears. 

“Did that tickle, Wanderer?” He jolted a little when he felt warm hands cleaning his tears. It was Lumine, looking at him with such love in her eyes it made Wanderer want her to tickle him again. 

“Our poor Wanderer. He's so ticklish~” He didn't get to answer as Lyney finally let go of his hands and helped him sit back up, his arms wrapped around his waist again, hugging him tightly. “Wanderer, I won't be able to stop tickling you ever again!” 

He groaned, “that's exactly why I didn't want you to know!” He said, but he didn't even sound annoyed and he really didn't do anything to try and escape the tight hug or the nuzzling and kissing to his neck. Lumine chuckled and she wrapped her arms around Wanderer's neck, placing little kisses to his cheek. 

Ah, he still wasn't sure how he had ended up with these two, but he thought he could never choose anyone better to be his lovers. Of course, that was something he would never dare to say out loud. It didn't matter how much they tickled him or how many times they told him he was beautiful! 

[determinedowl23]

ohhhhhmy god oh my god guyssjsjaidbwisjsis IT HAPPENED I SAW IT AND IT WAS AMAZING

Notes:

Act I

I NEED TO MARRY ALFIE BOE SOOOOO BAD BRUH YOU DONT EVEN GET IT

Alfie’s so short I forgot about that lmao he’s so baby

I do really really really love Michael but I can already tell that Javert is not exactly his thing. He’s too whimsical- too Marius. Super glad he gets to do something with Alfie tho <333

Jeremy (I think) rocked the bishop omgggggg

I WAS NOT EXPECTING KATIE HALL TO BE HERE CHAT- soprano Fantine is such a foreign concept to me but she was gorgeous 

THANK YOU BOEBALL VALVERT FOR BEING THERE FOR ME I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND AND HIS BOYFRIEND

THENARDIERS ARE SO FUNNY I’ve never seen funnier thenardiers. He called Cosette Baguette when Valjean took her away

Also at the beginning of the bargain when Alfie started singing Madame T went “oh he’s got a lovely voice tho”

COSETTE NEW PINK DRESS IS SO PRETTY!!!!! It matches Marius’ bow :))))

Ok both Eponine and Cosette were mixed bags for me- I liked them most of the time, but there were a couple times their voices felt a bit… nasally? They were both very pretty tho :)

James D Gish is beautiful. My dad says he’s the second coming of Ramin Karimloo and im inclined to agree

Gavroche is king shit as per usual

They had stars in stars omggg. ALSOOO at the end the lights make it look like he has wings. Probably unintentional but he’s soooooo fallen angelcore 

As much as Michael doesn’t fit Javert, his Stars really is amazing

WE GOT ENJOLTAIRE CRUMBS 👏👏👏 The entire pause between ABC Cafe and Red & Black they were just looking at each other forever

As much as I do love enjoltaire, im an even bigger fan of Gavroche and Grantaire’s dynamic. It was the main thing I noticed about R’s character (even with Kyle Adams playing him) and I’m so happy that it’s in other productions

No Javert barricade outfit in one day more :(

Three flags??? In this economy????

Act II

Okay I did genuinely forget about the barricade outfit but it did come back! It’s different from the Staged Concert, more greenish-black and I think he has his hair down- there’s at least some strands loose on the front

OKAYYYY IM REALLY SURE TGAT BEFORE R STARTED HIS SOLO IN DRINK WITH ME HE WENT AND HELD ENJ’S HAND FOR A BIT- and after he sang and Enj left Gavroche ran over and gave him a hug it was so sweet

Alfie Boe Bring Him Home is still my favoritest thing in the entire world. I owe him my life im so serious he was my top artist for a reason

Enjolras did the Aaron Tveit “until the earth is free” opt up it was amazing

They cut Gavroche’s individual death scene which was either for better or for worse because that’s the one that always gets me crying, so I just teared up at the end

When Javert let valjean and Marius go from the sewers he turned around as if he was gonna follow them, paused, screamed, and put his head and his hand

Dude michael ball does the best suicide scene he’s so unhinged and skdjaidhaisjsj

EMPTY CHAIRS BRO. At “phantom faces” the Amis all stood up in their places in their seats, with Enj, R, and Gavroche on the center balcony right by the conductor. Also at this point he begins to scream with anger at his survival. I’ve never thought about angry Empty Chairs, but it works so well and I need to see it more

Valjean in AHFoL Reprise made me so sad bro. Insert my post about him and Donna Sheridan but add that they’re so attached to their daughter (Amanda Seyfried) and kinda don’t want to let her go to get married

The audience clapped along to Beggars at the Feast. Don’t know if we were allowed to, but we did anyways

When Marius tells Cosette her father is a saint Valjean just shakes his head no oh my god 😭😭

HE DID THE NICK CARTELL NOSE BOOP WITH COSETTE

THE BISHOP COMES UP BEHIND VALJEAN WHEN HE DIES AND VALJEAN GIVES HIM THE BIGGEST HUG EVER OMFGGGGGG

During bows when Michael came up to bow with Alfie they had to switch sides so that Michael could be on the left and Alfie could be on the right. Order has been restored to the world

In summary: Amazing show god I love Les Mis!!!!! Alfie Boe is the only one who can save me <3333

[k-fic-collection]

Author Appreciations S

To celebrate The K-Fic Collection’s one year anniversary, we decided that we’d host an Author Appreciation Event!

What that means, is that for the past couple of weeks, we had a form and our asks open for people to anonymously send notes of love and appreciation for k-pop authors on Tumblr. 

We received many notes and fic recommendations from many lovely people, and as promised we’ve compiled them into several posts based on alphabetical order.

We hope you enjoy reading the lovely notes and fics recommended below!

Appreciations for @sailorsoons

“The hands-down best writer on caratblr and any other fandom she touches. An amazing and unhinged (amaingly unhinged?) human. We do not deserve this pillar of the community!!!”

“the dynamics between hali's characters, romantic and otherwise, are something i personally really admire. i think it takes so much skill to make them feel so real to the reader but also to each other (does that make sense? no idea.). i haven't yet tuned into the syndicates collection, but i can't even begin to imagine the work and creativity required for that”

“They have such amazing writing style, it's so easy to read their fics. I love the way they paint their characters, it's so realistic yet interesting. I hope they never stop writing!!!!!”

Recommended works by sailorsoons

Baby

On the Clock

“They're entire master list is amazing but I love this Vernon fic in particular”

Appreciations for @shadowkoo

“I looooove your stories! They have a special type of wild and raw while also having strong themes and important messages 🔥🔥”

Recommended works by shadowkoo

Very Bad Behavior

Visiting Hours

disgraceful dreams

Appreciations for @sknyuz

“a kind person, I love their writing very much. there’s something so inviting about it and I always feel a deep connection when reading their fics, there often have a creative scenario in them, it makes you feel like you’re actually there.”

“Her writing is honestly so beautiful, and she has really encouraged me to also write my own work. It's definitely super inspiring, and she does such a great job of creating a safe space and helping everyone feel super comfortable. Thank you, Maki!!”

Appreciations for @studioeisa

“kae's presence on caratblr is both gentle and comforting. i think they have a way telling stories that are raw and honest, but also tender and sweet and so, so memorable. their creativity never fails to astonish me, their phrasing is gorgeous, their stories are so well-crafted, and i think it's an honor to be able to read their work for free. even outside of all that, kae is such a kind, lovely person to talk to.”

“Kae, I hope that you know that we'll always support you no matter what. Please take a break if necessary, we'll wait 💜 we love you”

“I just want you to know that we'll always support you. I know what's happening with seventeen but I hope you take the break you need but not overall quit. I think we all will figure things out. There were a lot of misunderstandings and rumours going on but I hope we'll see the light and the truth. They need to be held accountable because we love them and care for them. Anyway, please just don't quit. Take rest because you need it, we'll miss you but we love what you write and I'll wait... I'm scared”

Appreciations for @suhnshinehaos

“I was so happy to see you back 😭 I really thought that maybe you quit without any warning and it's not that you owed as a goodbye or something but I was so sad but I hope that you know we'll always wait. Welcome back”

Recommended work by suhnshinehaos

love on the air

Thank you to everyone who sent in notes. We’re really happy that you participated in this event and helped us to show appreciation for some of the wonderful writers of k-pop Tumblr!

Appreciation compilation posts: A-C. D-E. F-G. H. I-L. M. N-R. S. T-1.

Run and created by Head Librarian Chee and Head Librarian JiJi. Updated: 13/06/2025.

[stellareveriey]

My Positive Rambly Thoughts About The Our Wonderland Arc 5 Finale

(Spoilers for OW Arc 5,bad grammar,self-indulgent/personal thoughts -nothing crazy though!-)

Here are my thoughts on the Arc 5 Finale of Our Wonderland and the game as a whole! (This is long and very rambly as I was still processing everything that happened!)

the beginning of the end. I like the group of four’s interaction in the cabin. it was nice. poor iggy though,remembering what happened. gidget too (even though they caused it). gen and orlam remembered things too but were too caught up in arguing with each other lmao. good on gidget for breaking that up.

“don’t I…deserve to be warm?” yes! you absolutely do iggy! unfortunately I had to choose the neutral option since I think my game glitched out my progress and my affection was too low for everyone..(it’s fine I’ll make up for it later!) at least iggy realizes that he needs to focus on himself for once! good!

I can’t lie when the screen went dark and Iggy mentioned being wrapped in something hard,I thought it was because Bucks got him (I was wrong of course).

“good morning starshine! the earth says hello!” lmao I love genzou (/platonic).

I liked the shot of the door opening and everyone’s reaction to it. when I saw the monster I had no clue what it even was at first and denied the idea that it could be bucks out of bewilderment (oh how wrong I was…). “we don’t stay long after that.” yeah I wouldn’t either! genzou leaving his beanie as good luck was cute and bittersweet. not going to lie I was kinda frustrated when Iggy’s friends acted reluctant about Iggy having a weapon (he can’t have self defense?? and then he ended up saving them w/ a necklace anyway!).

the “defeat it” part caught me off guard (like a lot of things in this arc would/pos). the game is very good at creating a sense of dread! and then..there was that monster that I thought was crazy even for wonderland standards. the last way I thought arc 5 bucks would look,the monster design is incredible though and that roar is terrifying! the fight scene was very impressive! it’s cool how it’s so dynamic even just using sprites and effects! also THE OFW REFERENCE?! that’s awesome to see tied in the main game again!

Iggy’s hand being cut off while using the doll to reach bucks genuinely made me gasp (the sketchy artstyle of that scene looks nice though!). the screen going red after that is really effective for conveying pain and terror. the sight of his injured hand is brutal. seeing the flashback of the group as kids and bucks and Hunar being cute gave me the strongest emotional whiplash ever. i felt bad for Bucks getting called a monster by her friends,brothers,and even her husband later down the line. Her going from happy to miserable. Her saying she hates her life and breaking down.

“You’re not a monster,Bucks…So please just come home…” Her seeing Hunar in Iggy and hugging him was beautiful. And then…finding the tree. God. Saydie never deserved any of this. She was a baby. I can’t imagine how Carrot felt while drawing that,seeing it uncensored. That tree is the absolute worst. Iggy being seen as a vessel is so sad. Him getting his soul separated from his body was not something I expected at all.

The “Child Of Nihility” stage is my absolute favorite part of this arc and probably the entire game overall. It’s so bright and peaceful. Child Saydie is adorable. Seeing her reunite Iggy with his (younger) friends and himself was really heartwarming. I adore when a story has the main character talk with the younger version of themself in person. Side note: Child Genzou wishing he could see Iggy again was so sweet. The music starting up already made me emotional since I already recognized the song but the visuals and Saydie’s dialogue made even more so. Iggy breaking the 4th wall and making his own choice was remarkable!

Him cutting down the tree was both tragic and incredible. Seeing the creatures of Wonderland fade away too. Young Iggy’s wish of wanting his friends to be happy forever. Best animatic / cutscene in the whole game!

A younger Iggy seeing his childhood friends again in the forest felt like a fitting way for them to leave Wonderland behind. The Saydie doll speaking back and being kept makes me like she’s not fully gone which is bittersweet to me. This scene and the epilogue makes me think their lives got reset but I could be wrong.

The neutral end epilogue. Bucks and Hunar leaving their own wedding was funny and sweet. Good for them! Also Hunar is pretty in his dress! And the better reactions to things in childhood! Past Iggy apologizing for what he did! Letting Orlam sit with him! Being with Genzou in the hospital! It’s all so great! Everyone’s new futures too! Iggy even having a better connection with his friends and discovering himself! The epilogue even ends with a Our Cinderella tie in! I love it all! Beautiful!

Final thoughts. This arc and game was a emotional rollercoaster in the best way possible! Making me feel sadness,anger,joy,sympathy,and more! Everything is so well executed! Art,music,dialogue,story,all of it! I especially loved the animatic / cutscenes parts! Overall,this was an amazing way to end an amazing game. I’ve loved it since starting it in February 2023 to now :)! Through playing OW,I’ve even gotten my artistic motivation back and have been inspired to get back into storytelling/series making! For that,I thank you,Carrot! I hope to experience more of your work in the future (no pressure! you definitely deserve the break)! Have a great day and year! ❤️ @just-a-carrot

[tripleratskill]

I just woke up here ia my dream and I'm going baxk

Secret Santa but on a cross strawpage and white board. The whole day I saw a GINORMOUS rhino bettle, Bright yellow with green apots ans was ljke AYOOOO WGAT it was sitting. behind a lamp. I took it out ans ir dissappear. Me and my ex fried were hanging out and I was like oopoop look in this bag of кукурузные палочки i found a beetle(i didnt but believe me). Abs she opens and there is another one that also soon dessapears. Flash forwars it is rrvealsed as a secret santa and my drawings are were by Kurobu and there was this beetle, very beautiful, everything is as if it is whiteboard but qith nicer colora. Ther was also like a thumbnail image of my Stanley and my rat, and twp pages of whiteboard doodles, tgere was more stanley but it was it on thag.

I woke up feeling happy abd like wow wow! but then kinda sad because ow nope. Anyway, why I was thinking about rhino beetlez?

I found rhis candy bar with some more chocolate yesterday and it looks like a fhino beetle. Pk back fo bed also i can barely6see rn im aorry the text is a mess

[the-scarlet-witch-22]

but honestly just knowing your also going through something similar makes me feel less alone. It really sucks doesn’t it. Like I just don’t get why parents are like that so much. And for the religious trauma honestly same my mother is very religious (muslim) and my dad well he’s just an abusive alcoholic. But I’ve learned that who gives a fuck anymore honestly be happy it’s too tiring giving a fuck!! But my god the lightbulb moment I had when I read your stories was something else especially the conductor ones, like I was really mean to my current gf before I knew I was lesbian. But seeing her push reader away I was like holt fuck that’s what I do! Anyway I’m happy with her now but I owe that to you I really do. It’s crazy how words can change peoples lives.

I’m so sorry about your situation I wish you nothing but happiness you really fucking deserve it you’re an awesome human being 🩵💙

Hi hi anon <3

I'm glad if nothing else, you're able to know that you're not alone. I know how isolating all of this can be, but I think one of the best parts (only sometimes) of fandom spaces is we're able to find like-minded individuals that we can relate to. I'm so sorry that you have had to go through any of that, and I know that isn't saying much, but please know if you ever need ANYTHING or to vent that my blog is always a safe space. It's hard sometimes having to make our own families as we get older, but surrounding yourself with people who love you for who you are is worth it. I'm so happy to read that you have your gf and that you guys are happy together, that's so beautiful and wow!! <3 The world is such a scary and sad place, so I'm glad that you aren't having to go through any of that alone. (I also will say I write a lot of my fics based on my experiences/mistakes/regrets/etc and that particular part in Chaconne was very...intentional hahaha but I'm glad it hit home with someone else honestly).

Again, sending you so much love and I'm thinking of you and your gf- sending you so much happiness!!!! I hope all is well and again, thank you so much for the kind words- it means so much more than I could ever type out xoxo 💖

[beauty-and-passion]

Just wanted to say that I've been a long-time fan of yours, since before PoF, and your analyses were some of the most well-thought out, nuanced and well-researched pieces on the site (my favorites are the playlist analyses they're like my comfort ones lmao). Even tho I've drifted away from the fandom, I still check back in here every now and again to see what's going on. Whilst I love ur series, I do think it's sad you've had to give urself that closure, which is one of my biggest hang-ups with this series. This painful, slow decline where SaSi drags on and on, losing all its momentum & fans and ending with a quiet sizzle rather than a bang as it should, is the worst way to end a series that touched so many people, including me. Tbh, if Thomas is going to use his ever-patient SaSi fans to milk views and money for his other series, he owes it to them to at least finish it properly. He owes his fans a lot of things, and a S2 finale is the main one, you can't milk SaSi for views and not create an episode for 2 years, you can't have your cake and eat it too. Don't want to do it anymore? Cut it, end it, so people can finally move on. The decline of SaSi has been one of the saddest things to witness, but I'm glad you're branching out into other things (tbh kudos for making it this long) and I'll stick around anyway even if ur analyses aren't SaSi because I don't read them for the content, but for the captivating way you write :)

Oh no, compliments! My only weakness!

But seriously, it's beautiful to feel so appreciated and I thank you a lot for that. I am glad you enjoy my analyses so much and it makes me very happy to know they have a good use. If they can help someone feel better, then I will keep writing them until the end of time - no, you can't take back your words now, they will come and be stupidly long because I love to ramble about stuff I like :P

Your words about SaSi are perfectly understandable and I agree with everything you say. It's really a shame that this series is slowly declining and it probably won’t end up like a bang, as it deserved.

Sure, Thomas explained a lot of things and it's now a bit clearer why this happened. However, this doesn't take away from the fact that the organization is pitiful and the lack of communication shouldn't have happened at all, not in a competent team. There are definitely issues and I hope Thomas will work on them as soon as possible, because they can affect his future projects too.

I felt we were going in this direction and I was growing frustrated. So, I did what I do every time there is something I don't like: I try to fix it, even if just for myself. And that's what I did with FSS3. I wanted to see these threads close in a satisfying way, I wanted to see the themes I care about being developed as they deserve. I wanted to give these characters a mature development, because I deeply love them and I deeply love the concept and the possibilities of Sanders Sides.

So, I put my ideas down - with the help of all the people who contributed to the survey. And now, I feel much more satisfied. I know FSS3 isn’t canon, but it’s as close to canon as possible - and, hopefully, will keep being like that for some time too. It’s something I wanted and needed and I’m glad people appreciated it and felt it was good for them too.

And now, I will gladly branch into other stuff. I need to do a bit of a makeover on the blog and expand the “not SaSi” section, first. Then I already have three series I want to talk about and one will be very long, so it might take a lot of time. And then Eurovision will come in May and the Book of Bill will come out in June and maybe I will also talk about the books I love in the future? Or about other series I follow and enjoy? I still don’t know, but be sure I won’t run out of things to talk about. I just wish my ramblings will be worthy of your time and I will keep deserving your appreciation, no matter what I’ll talk about <3

[pickypickypeak]

thoughts on wish. (spoilers below)

just a nice, harmless, old-fashioned disney movie. not disney's best by far, but far far FAR from bad

animation was good. full stop

the soundtrack. julia michaels is an amazing songwriter and I feel like her style gives this movie soundtrack a very unique vibe among disney classics. maybe she went just a little too pop-ish in some parts that required more broadway styled tunes and lyrics

loved the introduction with the classic disney book

some critic said the disney easter eggs and references were distracting or like,, they were trying to cover up a bad plot with easter eggs for fanservice. well not true lol. I don’t consider bambi’s mom blink and miss cameo as fanservice I consider it childhood trauma coming back. where’s the fanservice in it

people from all over the world coming to rosas. liked that

“welcome to rosas” was okay I just wonder if she does this for any person coming to rosas. like. like it’s a job? she’s getting paid?

asha is a nice character, despite falling a bit under the "adorkable" main girl stereotype. I still feel like she's well characterized, she is stubborn, selfless and will do anything for her family. stan

valentino's not annoying as you'd think

asha's friends are so cool please I love them all so much HOWEVER some of their lines felt a little flat?? they could have been WAY more fun easily I just wish they had more screen time

gabo is wasted potential you can't tell me otherwise

dahlia was literally nerfed you know that

I love that they picked simon to be the depressed one (he’s meant to represent sleepy from seven dwarfs)

bazeema randomly disappearing because she's an introvert she's so right we do that sometimes

I've seen people complaining about disney being politically correct (as always...) for finally making a movie with a classic villain and then making him redeemable, well he's not?? movie ends up bad for him just like with old villains?? this is literally what we’ve been asking for, a villain who is just a villain. king magnifico has motivations of course but still does bad things and gets punishment for that. classic old school disney villain. don’t know what you want

queen amaya, my love whom I owe my life, marry me

“at all costs” listen. this felt a little out of place. that’s because they apparently changed the context to the song. it was supposed to be a love duet between asha and a scrapped human version of star who was like. a jack frost-y character who fell in love with asha. in the final movie, asha and magnifico are singing to the wishes. it still kinda works, but I really wish we got to see the other way round. looks like they really didn’t want to go full classic love story route, but it’s a shame. I’m sure that would have been beautiful and very very disney. the demo version sung by julia michaels and benjamin rice gives you a glimpse of what might have been and it’s just so good, you should really listen to it

actually listen to all the song demos

that one lady screaming in the crowd I forgot her name but shout out to her

asha's family was there

her grandfather turning 100 just like disney and wishing to inspire people and then composing when you wish upon a star after the credits?? so what??? this man is disney???? wtf????? crying

“this wish” bop. next

star’s not annoying as you’d think

the animals were cute john the bear my beloved also the mushrooms please

“I’m a star” actually empowered me okay!!! you know what that squirrel is fucking right we are fucking stars!!!!

“thank you for not eating me john” “you’re welcome bambi” that was wild

breakdancing chickens and it didn’t feel cringe. a miracle perhaps

asha’s friends are so normal about star

simon being sad about making star sad… certified good guy

did I mention I wish we got more of asha’s friends

anyway why does star only grant the animals’ wishes. why do all animals just wish they can talk human

I'm thinking screaming lady's name was sania maybe??

“this is the thanks I get?!” is the perfect song for magnifico. way more in character than “at all costs”

magnifico coming to asha’s house was scary

asha really can swim is she also moana or smth

simon betraying her broke me. never trusting a himbo again

“knowing what I know now” instant bop. please all of them singing together about magnifico being a bastard? queen amaya suddenly entering the room and the music stops and they all just stand there like oh man we fucked up? and then the queen just slams the door and bursts into singing about her husband being a bastard too?? that gave me major chills like yeah girl leave him take me instead

asha and wands: a love story

the bunnies please

“this wish (reprise)” they really defeated the villain with the power of friendship AND by singing this is the most disney movie to ever disney

queen amaya becoming the single queen she deserves to be you go girl (but I'll still have her if she wants me)

simon my man we forgive you you were depressed. it’s not your fault

asha becoming a fairy godmother is actually kind of cool

"oh so you wanna fly? nice. meet peter pan" honey you say it so casually

A BIT SALTY ABOUT THE ENDING. it's not bad but that would have been WAY more emotional if they let us see asha say goodbye to star. especially because they say it's gonna happen soon, so what's the point in not showing us?? asha and star hugging and crying and then star flying up to the sky. asha looking up at the stars, smiling with tears in her eyes and then the camera moves up to the sky and star has become THE star like the one in pinocchio and princess and the frog. all of this with the "this wish" instrumental. that was a perfect way to wrap it!! also oh my gosh imagine asha saying goodbye to star boy!!! ç_ç

the credits with various characters were a nice touch but why on sweet planet earth did they put yokai as a representative of big hero 6

the credits song, "a wish worth making" just... exists. the lyrics though. they hit hard

I really stayed until the end of the credits just to watch 3 seconds of sabino playing music

final verdict: was ALL the hate for this movie deserved? hell no maybe you should just remember you’re a star and relax

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #226

Today is Thursday.

We have made the drive to Washington DC.

We are here. And I know it's unwarranted to feel this way, but still… it's almost as though I am just a hair's breadth from you.

Silly. I know. Never mind it.

The air in this place isn't quite as bad as I thought it was going to be. Don't get me wrong, it is some mid-to-upper 90s (32-36 degrees C), but it's not nearly as humid as I expected. Being in this place is kind of like having a hot, wet towel waggled aggressively at you. When I was last in Maryland, it was in Owings Mills, and I remember, even in the morning, going outside was like being beaten half to death with bricks wrapped in hot, soggy towels. I couldn't go outside, except very briefly. I'm glad that the weather here doesn't seem to be like the weather there.

Still, it's enough that I have to be careful about exerting myself if I don't wanna end up using my rescue inhaler. We carried our stuff from the parking garage where the car is to the hotel, and we needed to make two trips to get it done. I am feeling pretty woozy from having overheated, but my lungs didn't close up or anything. Yay!

Along the way, we stopped at a place called Pizza Yeah. That's in a place called Langhorne, Pennsylvania. It was on the route to DC. Last time we were in Langhorne, J was still playing trumpet regularly in all kinds of different places. He had gotten paid to take part in a Christmas performance, so for a number of weeks, we made several weekend trips there, so that J could participate in rehearsal.

I went with him to make sure that he ate and took care of himself; it's a requirement, because if left to his own devices, he'll push himself way too hard, work without taking any breaks, sleep in the car instead of in a bed, try to subsist entirely on granola bars, dry cereal, and water, and then wonder why he's so exhausted and miserable and borderline suicidal.

…I wonder if you two would get along; you and he have more than a few self-destructive tendencies in common, good grief. I swear to goodness, both y'all gotta stop doing that shit. Cut it out, willya???

Anyway, so back then, we went to Pizza Yeah, because it was close to the hotel we were staying in. And Sephiroth... oh my goodness, their pizza is the stuff of LEGENDS. We haven't been back there since we went all those years ago, and this is really sad. But!!! J noticed that it was along the route, so we decided to stop there for lunch! AND!!! It was super convenient, because it was pretty much at the halfway point between our house and Washington DC, time-wise. So we ate there! And it was EPIC!!!

And before you ask, yes, of course I got pictures for you!! You've read enough of my letters by now, no? What do you take me for??? Hahahaha!!

...Of course, I also snagged some pictures along the drive... These aren't in order, though; forgive me...

...I love taking pictures for you, because I love showing you how beautiful this world can be.

Hey? Did you notice? I'm getting better at taking pictures of birds-of-prey in the sky, even in a moving vehicle! Pretty rad, right? Do you like them...?

Well. I had better get ready for tomorrow. We are at the hotel, and I still have to shower, and I have to wash my CPAP and scrub the inside of my face with the tiny bristle brush, and all that stuff.

Hey, Sephiroth...? I'm gonna do the great big scary thing tomorrow. I don't suppose you'd lend me some of your courage, strength, and determination, would you...? I don't suppose you'd lend me some of your ability to be gentle even when I'm tired and frightened... would you...? I don't... I don't suppose you'd watch over me just a little, would you?

I'll do my best tomorrow. And I'll write to you tomorrow, too, when I get a chance, I promise. So please stay safe out there; I'm sure you wouldn't wanna miss hearing all about how it goes...

I love you. Good night...

Your friend, Lumine

[fioredistella]

Who are you?

How can you characterize Belarus so well, better than anything in the fandom?

People tend to erase important parts about her character when trying to fix her. They erase the enjoyable personality quirks that I find really interesting and accurate to Belarus. There is a bunch about Belarus's character I really like, and two major points I hate.

Her whole psycho thing, I don't think any nation should be portrayed as psychotic. Even Russia.

And the incest, which is obvious.

And any portrayal of Belarus like that immediately makes me ick. But what's even worse is completely 360 decreeing her character.

Then there's you. You've only made four posts and yet all of them are so good. I would love to become mutuals if you'd like.

@shamangus

Thank you so much! This made me very happy and I did follow you on my main blog terradisirene since this is a sideblog. Feel free to dm me any time or send a ask and I will get back to you in due time.

Anyway, I'm just saku and I just really love hetalia and belarus a lot. I've put a lot of effort into research for her because I really want to do her as a character and as a nation justice and I don't want, as a westerner, to impose my own standards and values onto her. I think belarus is a beautiful and interesting nation and it's really sad to see the state it is in, hopefully things might be better in the future.

When I look at hetalia belarus I want to look at everything about her, both things that are good and bad, there are aspects to her character I find odd but I want to confront them head on. I don't see her canon self as a psycho but someone who is just erratic and sometimes aggressive due to her trauma and the difficult situation she is in and has difficulty regulating her emotions, it's something I can relate to when I was younger to some extent. Her other side I think is a more calm and passive character and that side is a bit more pleasant to be around, though also has its negative points.

I also find the incest weird, though I also don't see nations as blood related and she doesn't either which is how she justifies her feelings. However I don't shop Russia/belarus, ideally I would want her to get with Lithuania, male or female (tho I also am open to Vietnam and hungary lol) I also see her attraction to Russia in that manner as something bad or unhealthy and something that is hurting her so I try to take that and turn it into something that makes sense and has some context. If something in canon puzzles me, I always try to ask myself ok, why is this a thing, instead of totally dismissing it and try to use that to explore the nation.

This was a long response but I owe to you since you sent such a lovely ask, I hope you have a wonderful day .

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i’m trying to finish one last book before my year-end book post goes up so i’m gonna talk about games and tv first. not too many of either to talk about this year tbh but i apparently still have so many words.

no movies post bc i don’t log my films anywhere and i simply cannot remember what i watched. maybe i should make 2024 the year of using letterboxed. not enough to talk about with new music either. 2024 can also be the year of getting back into music.

games: i actually haven’t played much ffxiv this year. well in the first half i sorta did but i have barely touched it since like. august. except to keep my houses from getting demolished. i did finally finish myths of the realm last week, since they wrote that entire storyline for me specifically. i need the minion so bad yoship help.

in march capcom gave me a birthday prezzie with the release of the resident evil 4 remake which i’d had preordered since last year (the only games i’ll preorder and pay full price for are resis and ffxiv expansions). i don’t need to explain this to you. it’s incredibly good, the best of the extremely good remakes so far i think. i haven’t played the dlc yet but i’m excited to think there is more of this game i still have to play. btw ashley defense squad. i’ll brook no ashley slander in my house.

i can’t remember exactly when but i think it was some time in the summer that i finally, finally finished breath of the wild! i’m so behind the curve on this one, but i did at least get to start tears of the kingdom in the same year as everyone else. umm, i have to admit i remain ambivalent to this approach to zelda. i have to challenge myself to figure out how much of that is because iT’s DiFfErEnT but genuinely i think the things i dislike about it, i would still dislike even if i had nothing to compare it against. i really wish i thought it was the best zelda ever like so many do but i guess i just struggle to find a flow state with either of them which is why it’s taking me so fucking long to finish them lmao. still obviously extremely good and beautiful! like still head and shoulders above most games, easily, a good time overall!! (wish nintendo wasn’t the way that it is.)

i should mention that one day in july i fucked around in catlateral damage while streaming for bella. this is a very basic game, literally you are just a cat’s paw knocking things over, but man when you just need a brain-free giggle? it did its job.

also in july i played the sequel to oxenfree, which is a game that i love. this game didn’t click with me quite as much, i haven’t revisited it since i finished it, but there are probably also other reasons i shan’t get into that aren’t the game’s fault. idk i feel a bit unqualified to give a final verdict without playing it to completion but i guess the fact that i’ve had it for months and not bothered to do that yet is a kind of verdict in itself since with oxenfree i went straight back in till i got that final ending and platinum trophy.

for basically all of autumn i of course played baldur’s gate 3. i’m very sad that my extreme anhedonia has hit before i could play the new epilogue. i tried to load up one of my finished games but i ran into a problem because the only way to back up your saves is in the cloud so you can’t shuffle files around or make copies, only overwrite, and don’t get me STARTED again or i’ll start spitting i’m so SICK of PROFIT PROFIT PROFIT AAAAAHH. anyway it’s a pretty good game. i won’t be surprised or mad if neil wins the bafta but it really really should be samantha please if there’s justice in this world.

tv: season 3 of only murders in the building. umm, idk. it’s not a revolutionary show but it’s comforting, it doesn’t feel stale yet, and there’s just a lot of talent at work here. just fun to watch.

i watched almost all of neon genesis evangelion but couldn’t finish it because i decided to have an (unrelated) emotional breakdown instead. i’ll finish it eventually if for no other reason than i owe it to phil. shinji is baby.

finally got to the first season of our flag means death. just a delight. i love fun pirate adventures and i love the queers. unfortunately watched it right before the second season released and haven’t gotten to that yet.

did watch the second season of good omens though. i think they made the right choice to scale it back because honestly once you’ve averted the apocalypse trying to outdo yourself becomes a fool’s errand. also, jon hamm’s butt what who said that.

that’s it i think. as i said no season 2 of ofmd, not even the new flanagan yet which i had really been looking forward to for a long time. i dunno ya girl is struggling to find any pleasure in life atm.

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i’ve never felt like less of a fan until recently like ever since they blew up even bigger than before i just don’t really watch them anymore

i put on the first conjuring video because it was solo but i don’t know that i’ll watch the rest

it’s just so weird to me because i’ve been a fan since well before they did haunted(2017) so i’ve watched them grow and grow and i’m seriously so proud of them for the achievements they’ve gotten and i just never expected to fall out of love with them at what could possibly be their peak

maybe it’s bc i don’t like anyone they associate with anymore?

is that weird ?😭 idk i just feel so detached from them as of lately

That happens, and it's perfectly normal, too! Detaching, losing interest, or moving away from a piece of media or person you were a fan of is perfectly ok. You gain other interests, move on to other things, find something that sparks the same joy in you that the previous person or thing once did. It's not an inherently bad thing, even if it is a little sad to leave that old thing behind- it's just a part of life.

And honestly? Sometimes, just taking a break for a while (especially from the fandom side of things) or not consuming everything they put out is really all you need. If the video they are putting out doesn't interest me, I simply don't watch. The worst thing you can do is suffer through a video you don't like because you feel you owe it to them to do so. You don't owe them that, I promise. They make the content for the people who enjoy it, and if that's not you 100% of the time, thats totally OK.

I'll let you in on a little secret - I have never, still to this day, watched all of the videos they did in Europe last year. I think I watched the one with the streamers at least part of the way through, but not the others. I just wasn't feeling them, or the whole "Core 4 Does Europe" thing at the time. I was tired of hearing about it and all the drama surrounding it. I knew if I watched those videos, it would just make me unhappy...so I simply didn't. And that was probably the best thing I could have done for myself, because I went into their next series a little lighter, happier and refreshed than I would've if I had previosuly forced myself to watch something I knew I wouldn't like.

I've been in and out of a lot of fandoms over the years, and I've learned that life- and fandoms- move on. Sometimes, you come back after some time away and fall in love with the content all over again- this time with nostalgia as an added twist, which is beautiful. Sometimes, you step just far back enough to become a casual fan, which helps a lot. Sometimes, you never go back again. But, all of it is valid and all of it is based on what makes you happy. Fandoms are here for your happiness, not the happiness of the person whose creating the content in question.

And it's also totally normal to be able to love and support somewhere from afar! Trust me, I have a lot of fandoms that I haven't set a foot in for years now- but I also wish the people involved in those fandoms well, and always have a soft spot for them.

Anyway, thus was very long and probably not what you wanted so I apologize lol. Basically, it's OK to step back and support them from afar, or to skip some of their content, or to just feel like their content isn't up to the standards you feel it was previously. That is all valid, and none of it is bad in any way, shape or form! ❤️