#gonna tan and chill and write

[rafeandonlyrafe]

sooo excited to post the fic i wrote on vacation when i get back on monday. it's pretty dirty but also dub/noncon so apologies if you're not a fan of that

[princeblue]

You know what I’m gonna come out and say it

People who don’t write Tanjirou or Muichirou pining after Genya are cowards

Like each to their own, I get it, maybe genya isn’t your blorbo like he is mine. HOWEVER Tanjirou literally loses all braincells the moment Genya is around, Mui was just chilling and accepting death until Genya was in danger ok. These boys are SMITTEN with him.

Maybe they should pine after him, maybe they should think how cute he is, maybe Genya gets to be the pretty princess, maybe Mui and tan should be the ones who are stupid and lack braincells when Genya is around because “he’s pretty omfg”

[quintinh43]

a blurb/fic of Quinn and elem school teacher and them “fighting” over paying for something!

Thank you for requesting, I had so much fun writing this 🥰

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It was an unnaturally hot day in mid-April in Vancouver. People were treating it as of was a summer day in July. Everyone was out in shorts and dresses, having picnics or tanning, or swimming in spring chilled water of the Pacific.

You and Quinn were no exception. The beautiful day had coordinated with one of Quinns' rest days, which had all miraculously fallen on a Saturday. Meaning you didn't have to work. All in all, it was a very happy coincidence that you and Quinn decided to take full advantage of.

Quinn had proposed going out for breakfast, which had turned into going out for brunch because Quinn kept getting distracted by how gorgeous you looked in your floral printed sundress. He had eventually just tossed you onto the couch, bunched your dress around your hips, and ate you out till you were shaking beneath him.

Brunch was amazing. Quinn took you to an outdoor rooftop restaurant that served the best waffles you had ever eaten. When you leaned across the table with a piece of waffle on your fork for Quinn to try, he grinned and winked at you as he closed his lips over the fork suggestively.

Your cheeks flush all the way down to your chest and it made Quinn's grin grow even wider. After brunch the two of you decide to walk the coastline. You hand is wrapped around Quinn's arm as the two of you walk the park, playing the game of trying to decipher the detailed life stories of strangers.

"Oh, ice cream!" You jump excitedly pointing at the ice cream stand that has a long line, "please, Quinn, can we?" You ask, eyes glittering with hope.

Quinn chuckles, "of course we can baby," he says pressing a kiss to your forehead. It's the moments like this that make him wonder why it took him so long to tell you he loved you.

You tug him over the the line, chattering excitedly about the prospective flavours. Where you were always down to try a new flavour, Quinn stuck with what he liked. He would never tell you, but one of the reasons he did it was so if you were disappointed in the flavour you got, he would trade with you because he knew you also liked his flavour.

"Ooh Quinn! I think they have raspberry white chocolate!" You grin shaking his arm eagerly.

"That what you gonna get?" He asks, unable to keep the smile off his face. Seeing you happy makes him happy. And with the combination of the sunny weather, he can't keep the smile off his face.

"I don't know yet, I'll decide when we get there. What are you getting?"

"Take a wild guess," he snorts, flicking you in the forehead.

"Meanie," you huff, bumping his chin with your head playfully.

Soon enough it's your turn to order, "I'll have a scoop of strawberry cheesecake in a waffle cone, and he'll have a scoop of cookie dough in a waffle cone as well, please."

The poor teenage girl who looks like she hates her life, scribbles down your order with a nod. You shuffle around your purse for your card, but Quinn is already slapping a twenty dollar bill on the counter.

You snatch it off the counter quickly with a glare, and slap your card in its place. Quinn grabs your card off the table and replaces it with another bill thats gone just as fast as the first one. The girl looks ready to strangle you both. Quinn pulls out another twenty, and half wrestles you out of the way while he hands it to the girl directly.

"Keep the change," he mumbles apologetically, dragging you out of line to wait for your ice cream.

"Quinn," you turn on him with a glare, "what was that for?"

Quinn plays confused, "What do you mean?"

"I was going to pay!" You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. Quinn rolls his eyes, mimicking your position.

"Babe, please, not this again." He groans

"Quinn, I asked you to get ice cream, that means I have to pay." You grumble.

"I say this with all my love babe," Quinn says squishing your cheeks between his calloused palms, "That's a stupid fucking rule. I'm your boyfriend, I'm always gonna pay."

"But I don't want-"

"I have a strawberry cheese cake, and a cookie dough in waffle cones?" The girl calls out, cutting your arguemnt short.

You smile, at her thankfully while Quinn grabs the ice cream. He hands you yours and slings his arm over your shoulders as the two of you continue your walk.

"Why does it bother you so much when I pay for things?" Quinn asks seriously, taking a lick of his ice cream.

"I'm a grown adult." You say grumpily, "I can pay for my own things."

Quinn flicks your ear, "Don't give me that bullshit. Tell me why it bothers you so much."

"I feel bad," you mumble.

"Why do you feel bad?" Quinn pushes, offering you a lick of his ice cream. You take it gratefully, offering yours in return. Quinn happily takes a lick, humming in approval.

"Dunno, I just do" You shrug, "I don't want you wasting your money on me."

Quinn looks slightly offended "Baby, its not a waste. I love paying for you. If you wouldn't kill me for it do you know how long ago I would've given you a credit card on my account?"

"Oh God, please never do that," you groan, covering your face with your free hand.

"You still haven't given me a real reason as to why you don't like it when I pay." He says again, fingers tracing comforting shapes on your collarbones.

You sigh, head dropping against his shoulder, "I don't want everyone to see me as a the girl who's with you cause of your money."

Quinn looks at you incredulously, "are you serious?"

You nod sheepishly.

"Babe, who gives a fuck what random strangers think? You're my girl, I wanna spoil you in every way possible."

"I know, I know, but for some reason, it really gets to me." You sigh.

"Well, you'd better stop letting it get to you because I'm paying for everything for the rest of our lives," Quinn says dramatically.

You snort, elbowing him in the ribs lightly, "ok, hot shot."

"Seriously baby, if that's the only reason, don't let it bother you."

"I'll try," you say, taking a bite of your cone.

"You'd better." He says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Suddenly, there's something cold sliding down your cheek. You can help but screech, jumping away from Quinn. He's laughing as you thumb a glob of cookie dough ice cream off your face.

"How dare you!" You gasp, licking the ice cream off your thumb. You dip your finger into your ice cream to retaliate, but before you can wipe it on his face, he's grabbing your wrist and sucking your ice cream coated ginger into his mouth. Your brain short-circuits, cheeks turning a brilliant shade of red.

Quinn smirks around your finger and lets it fall from his lips. "What's wrong, baby?" He teases, like he didn't just do what he did in public.

"You are so bad," you mutter, still blushing.

"Only for you baby," he grins, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, "only for you."

-

A blurb from this universe

[juniperss]

Something to Hold Onto

Joe Liebgott x Reader

This writing is based off of the characters of the show and inspired by this song from the musical Between the Lines. It’s been quite a while since I’ve written anything so I hope this isn’t too painful to read

A/N: This was originally written on my main account a few years ago but I decided to move it here since I don't change this URL as often and it makes easier to find my writing! Also It's been a while since I wrote these so I'd like to think that I've improved somewhat since then!

This is as free as I'll ever feel....take my hand and I'll guide the way, Rest your head..be in the now, right now, Nothing else can ever undo this Our something to hold onto."

The chatter of soldiers around the small fire in front of Smokey almost made you forget the circumstances that placed you in the middle of the woods in Bastogne. From your foxhole, if you closed your eyes and focused real hard on the sounds of Malarkey's laughter a short distance away, the smell of the coffee brewing in front of you (courtesy of Smokey and his helmet), and the story that Luz was telling you could pretend that you were back in the noisy and warm mess hall at Toccoa. Minus the warmth that is. While the cold wasn't anything new it certainly didn't morph into a dull comfort. It bit at their noses and ears and stung the soldiers eyes whenever the wind blew particularly hard. It led the reoccurring colds and upper respiratory infections and kept you on your feet throughout the night

. Running your hand over your face to wipe the exhaustion from your body you couldn't help but scoff at that fact. You were an army medic, it wasn't like you needed colds keeping you busy when there as the constant threat of shellings. You were tired and despite the bone chilling cold, the foxhole offered just enough peace for you to calm your breathing.

"Doc."

You blinked twice before the tan blur in front of you came into focus to form Joe Liebgott, bright red nose and chapped lips and all. You smiled, shifting back to allow him more room across from you. He'd been watching the line with Peacock if you recalled correctly, though he must've been relieved now as he had already scooted so his back was propped up against his bag in an attempt to get comfortable. He flashed you a tired smile in return, the Joe Leibgott signature grin that made your stomach flip flop and heart race just a bit more than it had any right to. No words were exchanged as the two of relaxed once more, allowing the chatter of the others to lull you as close to sleep as you could.                                  

The earth shook all around you as you pulled yourself out of the foxhole and towards the nearest cry of "Medic!!" from across the way. Darkness illuminated briefly by flashes of gunfire and the earth shattering explosions around you as shells dropped.  It was chaos, a chaos that you had learned to run straight into despite the way your mind told you to stop and to hide. You could make out the shape of Shifty crouched beside a soldier you didn't recognize, his hands holding tightly to the piece of fabric he had placed over the soldiers wound.

"I got him, Shifty. 

Relief flooded Shifty's face as you slid onto your knees, hovering over the wounded man that you now realized was a replacement named Jenkins that you'd only briefly met weeks before. You could see bone protruding through the soldier's arm, piercing through his skin and the uniform covering it. "You're gonna get a hell of a lot of points with the others for this, Jenkins." Wide eyes stared up at you as you worked to stop the bleeding the best you could, sulfur dusting the wound. With help from Shifty you managed to pick out the bits of metal that lay in the flesh of his wound before wrapping his arm, pulling him into the jeep. You barely had a chance to breathe before running towards the next cry for help. 

The attack continued for the next hour and the treatment of soldier's wounds for another hour after that. It was another hour of searching for anyone that you'd missed who needed minor treatment before you finally sunk back down into your foxhole, your body numb but your mind racing. Three injured enough that they had been taken back to the town, ten that you had treated and sent back to rest while they could, and four dead. 

Four dead....it didn't get easier. You worried that if it did, you'd lose yourself, but you also wished that it stopped hurting. That the guilt stopped eating at your soul. That you could forget the ones you lost.

Eyes screwed shut and knees pulled up to your chest, you pushed for the tears stinging your eyes to stay away.

"Doc."

It was Joe again, sliding in across from you as he did every night. But this time there smile from you or warm greeting that he was so accustomed to. No "you look like shit" or other cheeky compliment. Just  your body curled into itself and the blood on your clothes. Joe stared, only pausing for a moment, before he moved so he was beside you. His warmth was the first thing you noticed. You could feel his breath on your ear as his arm wrapped around your shoulders, hand resting on your arm. The smell of cigarettes and old coffee on his uniform washing over you. Grounding you at the same time as it made your head spin.

"Sweetheart..."

His voice was what pulled you out of your own mind. Out of the self pity, the guilt, the pain, and the cold. Pulled you into the moment and the realization that you were not alone right now. But you couldn't do more than turn your head an inch to face him as he leaned closer to you to meet your gaze. His sharp eyes softening as he brought the hand on your arm to rest on the back of your head. 

"Hold onto me, I gotcha."

The words made your heart clench and you choked on a sob of mixed emotions as you thought back to the times you had said that to him. When he and you danced back in England, when you had reunited after that disaster of a jump, the first time you'd shared a foxhole and caught him shaking from a nightmare. So you did. Your arm wrapping around his chest as your buried your face into him, hands clutching at the fabric of his uniform. You held on and melted into him, soaking in the smell of him and the strength of his arms. The solid form of his body anchoring you and the strength in which he held you providing nothing but protection.

[chunkymamatam]

Apothecary Diaries! That’s a new one never seen anyone talk about shifting there. You got to share some of what happened I’m interested to know!

Only if you want to though.

The Apothecary diaries was really funny. Like I knew the servants were gonna be bitchy and mean but I need them to chill bro lmfao

First of all I was literally sold to the palace and marketed as an "exotic" courtesan. I put exotic in quotes because my mixed ass is not that special bffr Side eye

The whole carriage ride there, they were asking me questions about my skills and shit and my autistic ass was talking about my artistic talent and how I know bits and pieces of different languages(not fluent in anything other than English but I know enough) including but not limited to ASL(I can finger spell decently and know a decent amount of actual words), Spanish(I can only listen can't speak or write), and enough French to speak and write a little. Naur cuz the tension was crazy, why did they take my talk about knowing how to draw horny *fucking evaporates*

They just had me work my ass off cleaning shit, which I like cleaning so I didn't care so long as I didn't have to do shit with men lmfao. But yeah I was yapping throughout that ride with them(including Jinshi btw I don't think I mentioned that he was there lol) and those Eunuchs plus Jinshi were the only ones to know I wasn't a mute for a good minute there. I got in the damn place and why was I being side eyed so hard?? I did NOT like these hoes, they were basically mean girls on crack. Talking shit about how I'm so big, how I was tan, and my beauty marks were ugly or some shit.

Ngl it didn't bother me all that much cuz I think I'm pretty lmfao It was more annoying than anything really. Like why are you trying to talk about me? Do your job. Oh that's another thing, I'm not getting paid. Like.. at all. Crazy sob. Anyway my silence didn't go unnoticed by Jinshi, but that's not what made him question me, yk what did though??? I cut my hair cuz it was long af there and when my hair gets so long it starts to overheat me so it had to go. This man pulled me to the side and had the audacity to be like

"You cut your hair.." and put his fucking fingers in my god damn hair.

Now I already damn well knew I couldn't talk back to him for real. So I was like "Of course. It was to hot and I need to work"

Bro was like "But I liked it."

"Can I get back to work?"

and then he let me go lmfaoooo I know he's a prince but the fucking balls on this man like he's doing physical labor like hand washing clothes, dishes, etc with hair that long. Bro is mostly doing paperwork and seducing staff by looking pretty. I got shit to do get out of my way. /pf

That's all I can type for rn This sinus infection is kicking my ass pfff

[sparkles-and-trash]

dabihawks au

...where Keigo is a burnt out child and teen actor in his early 20’s that has a shot at a part in a big, serious western movie that's rumored to start casting after the summer.

Luckily his agent knows the owner of this ranch, so his managements sets it up so Keigo will spend the summer there to learn to ride and also get away from the big city life for a while.

Touya's been working at this ranch since he was a teenager that got sent there after a stint in juvie, and ended up staying there to work full time after he finished school.

When he gets told by his mentor, Hakamada, that the owner of the ranch have already said yes to host Keigo, Touya’s not happy to hear it.

He has more than enough to do with the rescues and horse training business as it is, but Yagi, who owns the ranch, has already said he wants Touya to take care of the guy, so he doesn’t really have a choice. 

After some discussion the new deal is that Keigo will be staying at the ranch for two weeks at first, to make sure that he doesn’t get in the way too much, and if Touya and Hakamada accepts him he’ll stay for the entire summer. 

Touya plans to make sure he won’t have to look after some spoiled actor the whole summer, but Hakamada keeps reminding him to give the guy a chance, and he isn't scared to bring up how Touya was once the guy who needed a chance, which pisses off Touya even more at this point.

When he shows up, Keigo is trying to seem all chill and charming, but Touya spots the dark circles under his eyes, and the way he seems sort of desperate to have everyone like him, which makes Touya not like him right away.

He could never stand fake people, which is why he's most happy around horses after all.

Touya is supposed to have the actor help him out with the rescues, but he's really not letting him do any of the real work, making Keigo fetch and put out horse after horse, drive around wheelbarrows, lift heavy saddles and basically do all the hard, thankless work Touya doesn't feel like.

He's gonna break this idiot so fast he'll run away with his tail between his legs before the two weeks are up.

But then one morning Touya spots Keigo in a pasture he's really not supposed to be in, with a horse he has no idea how he got there, and it turns out Keigo had misunderstood and accidentally handled even though the horse was way too scared and aggressive, but somehow with Keigo, the horse seems totally fine.

Well shit.

So now Touya actually lets the stupid blond help with the horses, and of course he turns out to be a natural.

Not with riding, though, which brings Touya great joy.

To see the usually calm and cheerful actor bounce around in the saddle like a sack of potatoes was rewarding in itself, but when he realizes that Keigo himself is having a blast, not caring how stupid he looks, openly laughing at himself...

Maybe he's just a little bit cute, after all.

When the two initial weeks are up, Keigo is looking like a different person.

His hair is slightly longer and lighter from the sun, his dark circles are gone, he has a farmers tan and the sun has brought out a bunch of freckles over his nose and cheeks.

Touya finds himself hoping he takes up the offer to stay for the summer, after all.

//

This was supposed to be a fic once upon a time, but it got away from me, sooo I decided to make some drabbles out of it in stead!

Maybe I'll do more with it, maybe not, but it helped me get out of my writing slump and that's good enough for me!

[riotwritesthings]

Hi hi 👋 love your writing, pink, winteriron?

thank youuu! I hope you like this!

(now taking prompts for pride month)

Fading Pink

WinterIron, T, 650 - Fluff

~

“Tony.”

“Mhm.”

“Tony. Angel.”

“Mm!”

A low, rumbling laugh makes its way to Tony’s ears as cool fingers trail down his spine.

“Doll face,” that warm voice says, warmer than the sun still soaking into his skin. “Tony, sweetheart, if you don’t wake up already I’m eatin’ your dinner.”

With another grumbled hum Tony finally lifts his head from his crossed arms, blinking sluggishly against the bright golden light.

Ah, right, he’s on a beach, sprawled out on their giant blanket and supposedly working on his tan. He must have fallen asleep at some point after Bucky had headed back into the biggest rental house Tony could talk him into for the trip. Their own little slice of paradise, at least for now.

It's been nearly perfect, but Tony can always find something to complain about.

”You abandoned me,” Tony pouts, narrowing his eyes at the dark shape sitting beside him, casting a shadow over him.

"Someone had t’make us some food," Bucky returns, and Tony can tell he’s grinning by the tilt of his head, “an’ we both know you weren’t gonna move.”

“I’m photo-”

“You are not photosynthesizing,” Bucky interrupts with a huff of laughter, and Tony grumbles as he buries his face in his arms again. “I really will eat your food,” Bucky warns, but he’s absently brushing the hair away from the nape of Tony’s neck.

“Five more minutes,” Tony demands, his voice a petulant whine even as he arches up into the wonderful contrast of Bucky’s cool skin against his.

“Are you tryin’ to roast yourself out here?” Bucky asks with another soft laugh.

“Like a rotisserie chicken,” Tony agrees as he flops over onto his back and stretches lazily. He smirks as Bucky’s eyes drag down his bare chest to stop on the tiny black swim trunks sitting low on his hips. “I hope you appreciate this,” Tony says as he bends one knee up, letting his thighs fall open just a little wider, “I’m only wearing the shorts because you like tan lines.”

“I do like 'em,” Bucky agrees with a thoughtful nod and now his chilled metal fingers are following the path of his eyes, down Tony’s stomach to trail along the waist of his shorts. “But apparently,“ he continues, ”there was th’ alternative of you not wearin’ these. So it’s a real win/lose situation for me.”

Tony laughs, and then laughs harder when Bucky’s fingers dip ticklishly beneath the fabric, pulling it up to inspect the line of his tan. “Now go back to touching my head,“ he demands, shoving lightly at Bucky’s hand without any real intent. ”that felt amazing. So refreshing.”

"‘Cuz I’ve been inside," Bucky says with a roll of his eyes, but reaches up to brush the hair off Tony’s forehead, “in th’ AC, where our dinner is waitin’ on us. C’mon.”

“And leave the sun?“ Tony demands even as he lean up into Bucky’s touch, ”The sun is my new best friend.”

"Well your new best friend burned me,“ Bucky says and Tony laughs at the memory of his skin flushed an angry red before he’d fled inside earlier. ”Stop,“ Bucky complains, poking him in the forehead.

”Sorry, sorry,“ Tony says, still laughing, ”but I told you to start slow, you have to woo the sun.“

”Woo me,“ Bucky grumbles, letting himself be pulled down beside Tony on the sandy blanket.

”Gladly,” Tony says and reels him into a kiss, dragging his thumb along the warm curve of Bucky’s cheek. His sunburn has already healed to just a hint of color, like a lingering blush, and Tony kisses him until the sun has vanished into the water.

“Dinner is still waitin’,“ Bucky points out eventually, but his fingers are still creeping beneath the waist of Tony’s shorts.

”Let it wait,“ Tony says and presses his lips to the fading pink over the bridge of Bucky’s nose.

[kill-vonkarma-again]

Aight, right back at you, do Mr. Klavier Gavin

(op)

AHHHHH fitia you're gonna make me embarrass myself LOLLL. i feel like its important to know that one time when i was smash drunk i saw a picture of him and started making grabby hands like a toddler with their favorite toy

first impression: ummm! i think it's because i genuinely went into aa4 blind (was playing on desmume at the time and just popped one in after the other) but i really can't remember what my first impressions of him were! i don't remember seeing him or even knowing he existed before starting the game. i think i have a vague memory of seeing fanart of him before starting (i think it was klpllo art of them chilling + klavier wearing his glasses. awkward feelings ensue. etc) but that was so long ago idr what i was thinking then :0 you can imagine i was absolutely bowled over by his opening lines though LOL

impression now: i think it's a testament to the quality of writing that klavier is such a rich character to me with only one (1) full game worth of him even existing at all. it definitely helps that to me, he feels like the concept of "phoenix reimagined as a prosecutor" written to its full extent. he's compassionate and kind to a fault (to the point where he regularly gets mistaken for naïve and taken advantage of.) he gets supremely bitchy when things don't go his way. he's intelligent and passionate enough about the law that he doesn't resort to cheating, just proves himself by earnestly backing the defense into a corner with their own words. he does his hair up pretty and keeps his motorcycle keys on a heart shaped keyring. he's even bisexual. what more could i want in a character

favorite moment: i genuinely think it has to go to this.......

the thing that drives me the most insane in stories is familial conflict and loss (bad news for me, enjoyer of Familial Conflict and Loss: the visual novel series.) klavier genuinely starting to break under the pressure of his brother trying to manipulate him really hit somewhere deep in me. it definitely has something to do with my relationship with my own older sister - we're ridiculously similar people and our age difference is basically the same as the gavins'. it would literally never happen (because she's a very kind and normal person and not an egotistical anime villain) but the thought of her tearing me down like that HURTS. i can relate to looking up to your older sibling like klavier does. oh my god.

and apollo stepping in when he realizes what's happening just. brings to mind the

ahaha..........

anyway second pick is guitar on fire because it's objectively funny. sorry klavier

idea for a story: tbh i don't have much!!! i think everyone else who's had an aai:kg idea has done it better than me :P what i usually think about in the downtime though is more stories from his gavinners era. i need the tour drama so fucking bad. when did the fleetwood mac era happen i know it happened i know there was infighting

unpopular opinion: the only thing that's coming to mind is how much i hate the semi-regular fandom perception that he's a huge slut :( or that his visible queerness is like. a joke in and of itself? idk i got upset when ot3 wrote that they think he's "funnier as a guy." i also don't like the perception that he's a white guy with a tan because i think it's uncreative and annoying when he's one of maybe 4 characters in ace attorney with dark skin. I See Why They Think So but come on man

favorite relationship: honestly this is hard to pick because he's got something really interesting going on with basically everyone he interacts with. like, do i go with the wlw/mlm hostility he has with ema? the shared experience of being a child performer with trucy? the klapollo antics and drama? the dramatic siblingisms?? the fact that his ex reeks of axe??? one sided yet very reasonable anxiety with phoenix??!?!?!? he has it ALL. if i have to pick though it has to be the obvious one because i'm a sucker for the classics

live judge reaction

favorite headcanon: definitely that he's a bottle blonde. there's so much you can do with it. the drama of having to constantly maintain his connection with his brother. the optics of marketing irt his rocker career. it's got so much flavor

tldr the way i think abt him is on par with the average gavinners fangirl i am part of the problem

[drunkenkissesatdusk]

DEFIANCE

damian wayne x platonic!batfam

warnings — kinda sad!damian, little bit of mean!damian too ( teenagers right ), maybe ooc, maybe i’m projecting it’s okay this is my blog! also Damian’s a skater, and there’s an argument, very disapproving batfam tbh, smoking weed as well!!

category — angst

notes — like i said this could be projecting and it’s kinda short because i need to restart my mind so i can write more 🙁 masterlist!!

━━━━━━━ DAMIAN HELD HIS HEAD IN HIS HANDS. was it supposed to be this hard to be a teenager? he’d heard stories of how easy it was supposed to be. what liars they were. they’d never be the same type of teenager as him.

the sinking, aching feeling in his gut exploded even further as Damian flung himself backwards, his body stretched out across his soft bed. Titus was on the floor, lazily biting at a dog bone Damian had gotten a little bit ago.

Damian wishes he was a dog. he wishes he was anything but here, as a teenager. it’s not that he was so deeply upset about it, he just hated it. he was mostly confused, trying to dig deep inside of him and figure out why he was feeling this way.

taking a deep breath, Damian’s eyes wandered to his skateboard, and remembered the short skate it was to the local skatepark. Damian thought it would be hard to get there, rich and famous. the guys that skated there were chill, they gave him a nickname.

he wasn’t Damian, he was Greenie. a tease towards his striking green eyes that stood out most of all.

“hey!” one of the guys — Risky — fist bumped Damian as he entered the skatepark. it was risky being out late at night, but he needed to be. his house was suffocating him and harming, the cold breeze of the night sky was refreshing, and Damian was at peace.

“hey, dude.” Damian greeted the other skaters. it was a soothing night, Damian messed around with his friends, going through the bowl and playing stupid games. after awhile, Damian found himself sitting in a circle with the guys. he’d never smoked before, but he was now.

it would be a new experience, and he was rich enough to supply himself with weed if he liked the experience. Smokey ( after Smokey the Bear ) rolled up a joint, holding it up in front of his face. Damian was slightly nervous, but he’d been face to face with deadly toxins, weed wouldn’t kill him.

as Smokey lit the joint up, Damian stared off to the sky. but eventually, the joint was in his hands. he copied what Smokey did, lifting the filtered bottom to his lips, inhaling deeply and slowly, before holding it in and handing off the joint. almost everyone watched Damian in expectation — they knew he’d cough.

and cough he did, his lungs hurt by time he was done, but he did accept another hit. this time around, it glided through him easier, and he felt the effects.

“how’s your dad gonna feel?” Risky asked, everyone had been chilling while Smokey rolled more. Damian had been paying the entire time, not a single care in the world.

“i don’t care.” Damian shrugged, handing Smokey another $10 bill. Smokey grinned as he slid it in his pocket, lighting up the next joint.

“you sure, Greenie? don’t want you to disappear on us.” Chance asked, passing off the joint to the guy next to him. Damian grinned while shaking his head.

“nah, id sneak out anyways.” Damian softly itched at his tan skin, accepting the joint from Risky’s hands. he brought it to his lips again, inhaling and handing it off. he was in a nirvana like state, relaxed and happy.

“shit, we should probably go.” Smokey pointed out the 12am on his lock screen to the group of skaters. everyone kinda groaned, but all decided to leave. Damian said his goodbyes to everyone, departing back to his house through the quiet streets of Gotham.

he knew one of his brothers were out of patrol, maybe they’d seen him sharing the blunts with his friends. maybe he didn’t care, it could be a moment of attention seeking on his end, the feeling of yearning to get attention from someone.

back at home, Damian knew he stunk of weed. the scent dangling off his baggy rock revivals and his baggy DC shirt. he ignored the stares from everyone, turns out patrol had been cancelled.

“Damian. c’mon back down.” Damian heard his father’s rough voice. the teenager winced slightly, the feeling of dread nearly depleting his high. turning back around, Damian stood at the stairs, staring at his family.

“what’s been going on, Damian?” Dick asked, his arms crossed over his toned chest. Damian’s face grew angry.

“what do y’mean?” Damian deciding acting clueless was the best option, messing around with his grip on his skateboard tucked beneath his arm. Dick shared a look with Jason, then Bruce, then Jason again.

“we’ve noticed you’ve been out more often.” Jason spoke up, the air surrounding everyone was nearly too thick to cut with a knife, threatening to kill the teenager on the stairs.

“so? i hangout with some friends, that’s all.” Damian shrugged, nodding lightly towards his skateboard.

“well…” Bruce was speaking now, attempting to seem taller and more mature than everyone else, “we don’t think your friends are the best influence on you.” he finished his statement, earning an offended glare from Damian.

“what? you think i shouldn’t hangout with them?” Damian was nearly laughing now, thinking it had to be a joke.

“no, we don’t. we don’t think they’re good for you, you’d be better off without them.” Dick sighed.

“so you want me to be some sort of… of socially awkward and distant freak? all you’ve ever done for me is ruin my life.” Damian exploded, “you fired me from being Robin, so i find a hobby, but it isn’t fucking good enough? are you kidding me?” Damian glared, bitter tears forming at his eye lines.

“you’re all assholes. i’m not gonna stop hanging out with them because you dickheads think they’re bad influences. so what? i’m sixteen, stop treating me like i’m fucking three!” he finished his angry rant, storming up the stairs and slamming his door.

his hands hurriedly locked the doorknob, and he slid his dresser in front of the door, securing it shut. sitting on his bed, Damian’s mind wandered.

did his family really hate him? did they not think he should hangout with those kids. it was his dads fault he fired him from the role of robin. it wasn’t his fault he wanted to be a normal teenager.

Damian ripped his shoes off, throwing them into a corner as he slunk into his bathroom, brushing his teeth before flinging himself onto his bed. lying silently, Damian felt himself growing nauseas.

he was scared to face his family tomorrow — they were all assholes in his eyes. he was defiant against them, he never wanted to see them again. he made it clear, shrinking away to nothing in his bed.

[keep-the-wolves-close]

Steady Heart

Chapter 22: Take it out on me

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: NSFW, language, unprotected p in v sex, fingering, blowjob, oral, squirting, spanking, creampie

* Word count: 5,523ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all

Special mention: @lexixstewart & @deanscroissant and the friends who don’t have tumblr for giving this a look see as well!

Author's note: Let's goooooooo! I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well! Also I just realized this is a heavy smut chapter 😅. Hope y’all enjoy it! It chills out after this lol. I promise lol.

Stella moved around and got comfortable with a quiet groan. She tucked herself back into the solid form behind her and breathed deep, falling back into sleep. Kayce noticed the movement and was quickly reminded of the night before with his best friend behind his closed eyes. He had been awake for some time now, enjoying the peace that came over him in the quietness of Stella’s bedroom.

He opened his eyes and maneuvered himself to be able to look down at her. She faced away from him, but they didn’t stop him from his inspection. She looked beautiful. His marks along her tanned skin from being out in the sun made him smirk and his dick started to stir. Her hair tie was fighting for its life to hold on to the hair that had slipped out during their romp in the sheets.

If he was honest with himself, he was speechless. They’d gotten close to this when they were younger and fooling around, but it was always interrupted. Wrong place at the wrong time, he always told himself.

Now however, they were older. Unattached. He needed to drown in something that wasn’t going to judge him or think he was dangerous. He needed someone that had always been there and never turned away. In the past he would have said Monica without a doubt in his mind. As of her decision to leave him and take their son with her, Kayce was second guessing how true that actually was.

Stella had always been there for him. She always had his back. She even stood up to his father for him. More than once. He couldn’t believe he had been so blind. He placed a kiss on her shoulder. In response she turned to face him. She moved around to find a comfortable spot on her ear. He smiled at the action. He reached his hand out to touch her side and softly trace the doe tattoo there.

“That tickles.” Stella’s sleepy, muffled voice floated up from between them. “You know how I feel about soft touches.” She groaned, wiggling around and scratching her eye before opening them.

When her brown eyes met his, Kayce chuckled low in his throat. He in fact did know that Stella always said, ‘if you’re gonna touch me, just touch me.’ She had never been a soft woman in that regard. “Yeah yeah.” He grabbed her shoulder from behind and pulled her close and kissed her forehead.

Stella repositioned her head and draped an arm over his side. She rubbed back and forth in a relaxing motion. It would have been if his cock wasn’t waking up to her being pushed up against him, naked. “What time is it?” She asked lazily.

“I have no idea actually.” He looked at the light coming in the window. “Looks early still.”

“I don’t even know where my phone is.” Stella scrunched her face up. “I actually don’t know where a lot of shit is at the moment.” They laid in comfortable silence. Both of them thought of what the hell they’d gotten themselves into with this. Stella would be a fool to not admit she hadn’t fantasized about this exact thing happening a time or two.

“We’ve got a full day.” She sounded annoyed.

“We do, but not for a little while.”

“So we don’t have to face reality just yet?” She stretched her hand out on his side.

“We’ve got time.”

She paused, feeling his slowly growing erection against her inner thigh. “I think I like how your mind works, Kayce Dutton.” She smirked.

Kayce leaned toward her. He pulled her hair tie the rest of the way off with his free hand. “Is that right?” He questioned smugly. Running his fingers through her hair, he secured his hand on the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss.

A small sigh of contentment escaped from Stella. Her leg raised and she hooked it across his hip as if it was second nature to her to open herself up to him. Kayce ran his hand down her side and placed his hand on her behind. They never broke contact, mouths battling for dominance. He propped his foot up to keep her leg on his thigh.

With her spread open, it was convenient for him to reach down and sink his fingers into her wet cunt. His fingers came back out coated in her slick. He ran his middle finger around her clit and she broke free of his lips to let out a low moan. His skillful fingers traced a pattern back down to her opening and dove back in. This time he curled them in a rhythmic pattern, middle finger leading the way, and tapped the front wall of her vagina.

With one hand on his chest and one on his side, Stella gripped him tight. “Fuck,” she huffed out.

“That’s it, baby.” Kayce coaxed her. “Give it to me.” He curled his middle finger inside her and brought his thumb to her clit, massaging them in time.

“Oh god, Kayce.” Stella pushed on his chest moving her center closer to him.

He felt her pussy start to twitch around his fingers. He rapidly pulled his hand away. Stella let out a disappointed sound. They locked eyes and there was a gleam in Stella’s, that on any other day would have Kayce telling people to run for the hills.

Stella quickly detangled herself from his limbs and sat up. She ran a hand through her hair, tossing it to the side. Gently she pushed Kayce’s leg down. She let her hands explore his hips in the soft morning light. His cock standing at full attention in her face. She looked up at him through hooded eyes and licked her hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock.

Kayce let out a hiss through his teeth. “You wouldn’t.”

Stella hummed. “Oh but baby, I would.” She leaned over him fully and enveloped his dick with her mouth. She went down as far as she could without choking herself. Kayce moaned and his eyes fluttered shut for a split second before he snapped them back open, wanting to see the magic happen. Stella swirled her tongue around just above her hand and pulled back, bringing her hand up to his swollen head.

“Fuck,” Kayce dragged the syllable out. He reached out and tucked his hand in her hair as she slid her mouth back down on him further this time. She braced her hands on his hips and went as far as she could. She felt her throat close and Kayce held her mouth on him for a few seconds before allowing her to pop back up for air. She went back to using her mouth and hand in tandem. She brushed against his balls and he shot up causing her to jump back.

He leaned back against her headboard and waved her to his lap. “Now.”

Stella was more than happy to follow the order. She crawled over to him, put her knee next to his hip and hiked the other leg over. Kayce reached down and grabbed his twitching cock and ran it between her folds. She was posted up just high enough that his head could touch her. “Sit down.”

Stella placed her hands on his shoulders. She leaned in to kiss him as she sheathed his cock fully in her wet cunt. They relished in the feeling, both full in different ways. She lifted her head and they locked eyes. Kayce grabbed her hips and slowly started to grind her center onto his. She followed his pattern and took over the work. Kayce licked his finger tips and placed his hand between them, reaching for her clit all while keeping her gaze.

“Shit, Kace.”

“Yeah Stell, I know.” He panted. “Take it.” With his blessing Stella started riding him. He helped her hips hitch up and let gravity slam her back onto him. Each time he connected, Stella let out a moan. Her head flung back and she reached up to play with her nipples, lost in the feeling of him.

“Oh fuck me Kayce,” she gasped.

He sat up and wrapped his arms around her. He twisted them and pinned her underneath him. Leaning down to kiss her, he readjusted his hips. His pace started slow, but picked up momentum as the minutes went by.

He straightened one of her legs out, but kept the other against his chest. “Oh fuck, Stella.”

“Yes Kayce, oh fuck yes. Please please please,” she pleaded breathlessly. “You’re so deep, oh fuck.”

Their hips slammed together at an outrageous pace. The wet slapping noise just edged both of them further. Stella reached down to pet her clit and that caused her pussy to grip him tighter. “God damn it!” Kayce yelled. His cock drove into her erratically.

“Oh fuck,” Stella gripped him tight with her arms and held on for dear life. The orgasm started to rip through her and her breath left her completely. Kayce’s motion stuttered and she felt the hot come start to slip out of him. She moaned at the fullness. “Oh shit Kayce, yes!”

“Stella,” he choked on his own words, “christ. It’s still going.” He grunted from the effort of his orgasm.

Stella was blissed out from the sounds he made. She felt his load start to seep out of her as he continued to gyrate his hips into her. She encouraged him to keep going. “Fuck that’s it, baby.” She could feel a rebound orgasm creeping up. She gasped for air as the intensity gained traction. “Oh my fucking god,” her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned out Kayce’s name loudly. Her body convulsed as her orgasm ripped through her.

Kayce held onto her, guiding her through it. “That’s it baby. Come back to me.” When the twitching slowed for both of them Kayce released her other leg and he leaned down to her, softly touching her face. Stella finally opened her blurry eyes and Kayce was able to breathe again. “Welcome back. Was afraid I’d lost you.”

Stella laughed quietly. “I thought I almost lost too. Jesus Christ,” another laugh puffed out of her, “I think I blacked out.”

The pair laid there gazing at each other in the post coital glow. She would be content to lay her with him forever and forget the world. Stella grumbled at the thought of leaving the bed. “We should probably get cleaned up. We still gotta go get your dad.”

“And I’m immediately soft.”

Stella let out a hearty laugh and lightly hit his chest. “Shut the fuck up, Kayce.”

“You go clean up first. I’ll find my phone.” He gently directed her.

She gave him a mock salute and sat up, scooting to the edge of the bed. When her feet touched the floor, she stretched her arms upward. She winced in pain as her bruised ribs grounded her in reality. Kayce grabbed her attention.

“Hey.”

She turned to look over her shoulder at him. “Yes?”

He smirked. “Nothin’. I just wanted to look at you before you walked away.”

Stella rolled her eyes and laughed. She turned away feeling her cheeks heat up, not used to the attention from him in this manner. “I’m gonna grab a quick shower.” Wandering around her room, naked and glowing, she picked out clothes. She picked up her glasses that she’d thrown haphazardly the night before. Stopping in the doorway she looked back at her best friend. “Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone, ya hear?” They shared a laugh and she waltzed away.

Once in the bathroom, she flicked on the light ready to survey the damage. Her hair was wild and her cheeks and chest were rosy. There were traces of Kayce all along her chest and neck. More specifically her shoulder. ‘That’s definitely gonna bruise up. Shit.’

She turned on the shower and while the shower was heating up, she brushed her hair out. She tested the water and hopped in, taking care to wash the sensitive bits and make sure everything was cleaned out properly. Especially after this morning's turn of events.

True to her word, she only took about 10 minutes. Once out, she toweled off and got dressed. Coming out of the bathroom she was met by Kayce at the top of the stairs. His eyes dropped to her shoulder and back up.

“Am I witnessing Kayce Dutton blushing?” Stella teased. “It’s fine, I’m gonna have my coat on anyhow. And I have a hoodie for later.”

He silently tried to get his panic to slow down. “My dad’s ready.”

“Well let’s go then.”

Kayce swung the truck around to the front door of the hospital. John was already walking out. Stella went to reach for the truck door to hop out, but John beat her to it.

“Stella?” John looked between his son and his son's best friend. Something was different. He squinted in suspicion.

She grinned sheepishly at him. “Hi sir.” Stella figured he must not have remembered that she had been with Kayce last night. John backed up a few steps to let her hop out. “You were much quicker on the draw than I expected.”

He smiled at her. “Gotta keep you on your toes, kid.” She slid out of the truck and onto her feet. Secretly standing behind John just long enough to make sure he didn’t fall getting in.

“I think you’ve done enough of that over the last few days.” She laughed. Kayce and her made eye contact around his dad’s head. Kayce subtly nodded his thanks. Stella smiled, shutting the door behind John and opened the back door to hop in.

Things were quiet for a while. Stella watched Montana zip past through the window. John squirmed in his seat and groaned. He cleared his throat. “So Stella, did my son force you to come along?”

Stella and Kayce looked at each other through the rear view mirror. “No. I came with him from the jump yesterday. Well, I got his truck and then I met him at the hospital because he went with you obviously.” She moved her gaze to stare at John's headrest.

“And you sat with him?”

“Yeah?” Stella tilted her head. Not sure what he was getting at. She shrugged as if he could see her and continued. “Then I took him back to my house to let him get some rest like you asked. Since it’s a little closer than the ranch. And well here we are.” There was gruff, but quiet ‘thank you,’ from the front seat. She chuckled. “It’s no problem, sir.” John grumbled at her. “John,” she corrected, remembering he wanted her to call him that. It was hard to get used to.

John was ticking off things he noticed between the duo. Longer looks, Stella had a permanent flush across her cheeks. Something had definitely changed. John went back to moving around and groaned every so often. Kayce and Stella glanced at each other before Kayce asked, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m alright. It just hurts to sit.”

Stella felt the truck swing and hit a pothole. She gave Kayce a sharp look in the mirror.

“Sorry. Didn’t see that one.” Kayce mumbled. The vehicle swerved again and hit another one. Stella cleared her throat. Kayce looked at her in the mirror.

“Jesus, son. Are you aimin’ for ‘em??”

Kayce had enough. “If you know a smoother way back, let me know and I’ll take it!”

“Just,” John decided what he wanted to say. He pointed up ahead. “Pull over right here.”

Kayce abruptly moved the truck and pulled over next to an open gate. John’s door flew open and he slid out as quickly as he could. Kayce leaned his head back against his headrest. “Fuck.”

Stella leaned up in between the seats and propped her elbows on them. She mumbled softly, “you were definitely hitting them on purpose.” Stella poked his shoulder. “Why?”

“I dunno, Stell.”

“You’re upset. I get it,” she sighed, “but maybe a conversation instead of causing him physical pain would have been better?”

“Not with him. Especially when his mind is made up. You know that.”

“Unfortunately I do. Go talk to him. I’ll stay back here.” Stella gave his arm a squeeze and sat back.

Kayce got out of the truck and slowly followed after John. They heard Stella prop her door open. She was being nosy, but only to make sure if it escalated she could jump in.

“Maybe it’s a little soon to come home?” Kayce asked his dad.

“Yeah well I could say the same to you.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means you don’t fight, Kayce. Understand me? If wranglers get worked over, then wranglers handle it.” John coached.

“How am I supposed to sleep in the same room with men I won’t defend?”

“You aren’t.” John heaved a breath as he tried to regulate the pain. “I’m gonna fix that problem too.” He walked farther forward. Stella’s eyebrows scrunched together.

“What, you gonna walk home now? I don’t even know who’s field this is.”

“Me neither.” John chuckled humorlessly. “10 years ago I did. I think I finally, finally understand you son.”

“Yeah, well if you wanna explain me to me, I’m all ears.” Kayce tossed his arms outward.

“You know, there’s being scared to die, son, and knowing it’s coming. When you know it’s coming, tomorrow stops factoring into your decisions because you know you’re never gonna see it. Then you, then you live. And you realize you ain’t dead, and you’re not gonna die. And now you gotta face all of them decisions you made. And outta all of that, you gotta figure out how to let yourself start living again.” John advised.

“I don’t know how to do that.”

John laughed. “Yeah. Well. Shit I don’t know.” He softened his harsh tone. “I don’t know. But we’ll figure it out.” He wheeled around to go back to the truck.

John observed Stella’s door propped open with her foot and watched her lazily scroll through her phone. He stopped short and glanced at Kayce. “Did something happen there?”

Kayce almost choked. “What?”

“You heard me.”

Kayce looked around. “I did, but what do you mean?” John glowered at his son. Kayce put his hands on his hips, looking at the ground. “No, nothing happened.” John grunted a response of not believing his son at all and moved to get into the truck.

The truck finally pulled into the long driveway to the ranch. It was a dreadfully silent drive after John and Kayce talked. Kayce slowed the truck down when he spotted Walker coming down the way with his bags in his hands.

Kayce rolled down his window all the way. “Where you headed?” Stella leaned up against the seats again to listen.

“I quit.” Walker stated simply.

“How come?” Stella asked.

“I’m a cowboy. And that’s all. You know what I mean?” Stella shook her head. She had felt bad he had been press gained into doing dirty work when he was just trying to turn his life around.

“You know that’s all we need from you.” Kayce explained.

“That’s not all you needed the other night.” Walker argued back.

“The other night won’t happen again.”

Walker scoffed. “You say that, then someone else says somethin’ different. Can’t figure out who runs this deal.”

John leaned toward Kayce’s window with a grunt feeling his stitches pull. “I run it. And he runs it. You don’t listen to nobody else. Head on back to the bunkhouse.” Walker glanced around, unsure of the mess he had gotten himself into. John prompted him again. “Head on back.” He paused, looking annoyed as ever. “Drop Stella off and take me to the house. We’re makin’ some changes.”

They drove up and around the bend and pulled to a stop outside the barn. Before Stella exited the vehicle she stared at Kayce questioningly. He shrugged, not too sure where his dad was going with any of this.

“I’ll be here when you’re done.” She let him know and slipped out of the truck. She looked at John through his window with a smile. “I’m glad you’re on the mend. If you need anything, holler.”

Up at the house, John had Kayce in his office. He pointed to the papers he laid out in front of him. “Alright just, uh, just sign these two at the bottom. I’ll have Beth fill them out.” He pulled a badge out of a box on his desk. “Here. That was Lee’s.”

“When do I start trainin’?” Kayce asked.

“Soon. But let’s, lets get this bunkhouse thing figured out first.” He looked down as Kayce walked off. “You haven’t mentioned her, Kayce.” John leaned up against his desk with a groan. “Not once. Or Tate. Or why you’re not with ‘em. And then all of a sudden there’s something different between you and Stella.”

“What’s talkin’ about it gonna do?” Kayce splayed his hands out and then slapped his thighs.

“It’d help you form a plan to get them back.” John advised.

“Plans not gonna change the way someone feels.”

“When Lee ran this place, he was honest, and he was fair with everyone. That’s what I need from you. But you can’t be that way with others, son, until you’re that way with yourself.” John gave him the suggestion.

“I miss ‘em.” Kayce admitted and teared up. There was a moment where he second guessed himself because of what happened between him and Stella. He knew he missed them. He knew he wanted his son around. Other than that he didn’t know what he truly wanted anymore.

“What happened?”

“You happened, dad. Then everything happened.”

John caught his son one more time before he left. “Kayce, send Rip up to the house.”

Coming down the hill he caught sight of Stella running in panic to the bunkhouse after Rip. Kayce shouted after her. “Stella! What’s wrong?”

“Rip is out for blood!” She yelled over her shoulder.

Both of them ran through the door. Stella yelled as she squeezed through Jake and Ryan, “make a hole!”

Kayce stomped forward grabbing Rip by the collar, holding him back from attacking Walker. “Hey wait! Rip! Come here!” Kayce groaned with the effort it took to hold Rip back. “My father wants to see you.” Rip tried to jump forward again. Kayce shook him. “Hey hey. Now.”

Stella stood back with everyone else as Rip stormed out. Lloyd had cornered her behind him in the kitchen in case things got bad. She placed herself next to him and asked, “what the hell jumped up his ass?”

“Walker was out of line today. Pulled a knife on Rip.”

“What?!”

“Yeah it was almost real bad.”

“Do y’all need anything?” Stella watched Kayce leave.

“No, other than Rip and Walker to not kill each other.”

Stella chuckled. “If I find the remedy to that, you’ll be the first person I call.”

Jimmy approached Stella. “You wanna watch football with us in a little while?”

She looked around and caught Avery’s eye. They shared a smile. Stella thought it sounded like a great idea. “You know what? Yes, I’d love to.” Ethan raised up from his spot on the couch. “I can grab a chair, Big E.”

“No, take my seat. It’s only right.”

Ethan didn’t talk much, but he was always so sweet to Stella. “Thank you.” She smiled at him and took the seat on the farthest end of the couch. Colby took the spot next to her, and Jimmy plopped himself on the opposite end of the couch. Her brother and Ethan took chairs at the back of the couch. Lloyd and Ethan sat at the table. Walker and Cowboy kept to themselves in the bunkroom.

Jimmy decided this was the time to ask a bunch of stupid questions that none of the guys felt like answering. Colby obliged him, but started to threaten Jimmy when he brought up Colby’s mom. Stella pulled both legs up onto the couch and got comfortable as Lloyd told them all to shut up. She giggled.

The door swung open wide and Rip came in with bags in his hands. He dumped them by the table and everyone got quiet. It was almost as quiet as when Avery showed up. He moved around the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. “The bobcats look good,” he muttered while looking at the tv.

Everything seemed to snap back to normal. Friendly conversation picked back up between everyone. Stella went over to Rip. He glanced up at her from his seat. “So what're you doin’ in here? With bags?”

His face hardened with a scowl. “Ask Kayce.”

Stella frowned and made a quiet exit from the bunkhouse. Taking a turn to the left, she rounded the corner and saw Kayce’s truck parked out in front of the lodge. Rip’s place. Her brows pulled together. She moved up to the door and pushed it open. Kayce was standing in the kitchen.

“Kayce what the fuck?”

“What’s wrong?”

“What’re you doing here and why is Rip in the bunkhouse?”

“It was my dad’s decision, Stella. Ain’t nothin’ I can do about it.” Kayce leaned back against the counter.

Stella’s eyes widened. She squinted at Kayce. Furious. “You could’ve said no!”

He raised his voice slightly. “I can’t do that when he wants me to learn how to run this place.”

“There are plenty of other out buildings you could’ve moved into! The trapper cabin, Lee’s cabin,” she listed. “Any of them, yet you chose the foreman’s cabin!”

“I didn’t choose it! My dad did! He made me foreman. And the foreman should stay in the foreman’s house.”

Stella’s mouth dropped open. “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ joking.”

“What?” Kayce stopped leaning on the counter. He felt a fight brewing. “You think I can’t do this? I watched my dad and grandpa do it from day one.”

“Kayce, that’s not what I’m saying. Don’t put words in my mouth. The part that bothers me is you knowingly helped kick a man out of a house he’s lived in forever and a day now. Just because your dad said so. How are you okay with that?!” She got up in his personal space. “You and I both know,” she poked his brand scar, “you’ve never listened to your father. Ever. And even when you have, it was barely.”

“I’m tired of fighting it, Stella. Everything has fallen apart. I have to build up from somewhere.”

She laughed out a scoff. “Wow. I never thought I would live to see the day that you turned belly up to your dad.”

He glared down at her. Everything his dad put into his head today ran through his mind all at once. His breathing picked up. He threw caution out the window and grabbed her head with lightning speed. Stella struggled against his chest, but didn’t try to break the kiss. Kayce pushed her backward and backed her up against the back of the couch.

Stella bit his bottom lip and he let out a growl. He released her face. She tried to start yelling again, but Kayce went in for the kill. He didn’t care that the door was unlocked, he didn’t care that the shades weren’t drawn and they were in clear view of anyone who might walk past. He needed her. Now.

Their mouths latched onto each other and they battled for the upper hand. Kayce reached down between them and undid her belt along with the button of her jeans.

Stella almost growled. “God damn it, Kayce.” She was so pissed at him, but intoxicated by him at the same time. She reached down to undo his shirt buttons. When she got to the second layer that was just a t-shirt, she groaned. “Why do you have to wear so many fuckin’ shirts?”

“To make you work for it, sugar.”

Stella rolled her eyes, but pulled the second shirt off of him. She trailed her hands from his shoulders, just to the top of his pants. “God I fuckin’ want you, but you piss me off,” she exhaled. He removed her shirt in one motion, her glasses got caught in her collar and went along with it.

He laughed. “I’ll make it up to you.”

He took her in, standing there full of rage and in her bra and unbuttoned pants. He loved the lace bralettes she wore, even though he’d only seen it in full once. They were attractive, but left enough to the imagination. He decided he wanted it to stay on. He carefully exposed her breasts. He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth. Stella propped her arms on the back of the sofa and threw her head back. Kayce’s tongue swirled patterns around her nipples one at a time. Since she was being a brat, he bit her nipple a little harder than he normally would.

Stella squealed. “Fuck!” She slapped his shoulder in reprimand.

While he was busy with her top half, she wiggled her hips enough so that her pants fell. She grabbed his pants by the buckle and hastily undid them. She slid her hand beneath the waistband of his underwear and wrapped her hand around his hard cock. It pulsed in her hand with his heartbeat. With a soft grip, she pumped him and felt him harden with her manipulation. She bit her lip. “Kayce, fuck me,” she requested.

Kayce didn’t need to be asked twice. He unlatched from her breasts and pivoted her around. He hoisted her up on the table. He instructed her, “lay back.” He brought her to the edge of the table and pulled her boyshorts off. This was the first real look he’d had of her. “Shit,” he panted.

He placed her legs on his shoulders and dove in. He used his fingers to spread her open for him. Securing his mouth on her clit, he felt her tense. He gently put his hand on her lower abdomen to keep her still. Using his other hand while his mouth sucked a pattern on her center, he brought his free hand up and let his middle finger lead the way into her. He continued tasting her, but pumped his fingers into her rhythmically. Every now and again he would curl them in a come hither motion.

“Oh fuck,” Stella moaned, breathless. She grabbed at his hair while his tongue and fingers drove her insane. The slurping noises that emanated from in between her legs were sinful. Her chest and cheeks went red from the embarrassment. Kayce hit a particularly sensitive spot with his fingers and she gasped. “Jesus Christ, do that again!” He repeated the motion and Stella started to lose control of her lower half. Her slick cunt throbbed against Kayce’s mouth and hand. The feelings and sounds overwhelmed her. Her moans caught in her throat.

His head popped up from between her thighs. His nose and mouth were flushed red from the assault. He rubbed her clit furiously and her moaned finally broke through her. Liquid hit Kayce’s hand and he smiled. “Atta girl, c’mon.” He worked her until she convulsed from his touch.

Stella was breathless. “Fuck I didn’t know I could do that.”

“C’mere.” He helped her off the table and he bent her over the back of the sofa. He couldn’t decide where he wanted her. He just knew he needed her. He pushed his pants off with urgent need. “I need to be inside you.” He grabbed his cock as it jumped at the sight of her bent over for him. Stella trembled at the feeling of his gaze on her dripping pussy. She wanted to be embarrassed by how hot she was for him, but that thought flew away when Kayce thrusted all the way to her cervix. “Fuckin’ hell,” he said through his teeth.

He propped one of her legs up on the couch and hammered into her waiting cunt. He didn’t even give Stella a second to catch her breath. Every thrust seemed deeper than the last and stole her breath from under her. She moaned every time he hit home which spurred him on. “Look at you,” he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back to look at him. “So good, Stella.” He gave her ass cheek a slap.

“Ooh fuck, ye-es!” She hiccuped in between. “Fuck me, Kayce. Take it,” she cried.

Kayce pulled out of her tight cunt, needing a second to breathe or he’d lose his shit right there. He brought her leg down and turned her around. He leaned her back against the couch and propped her ass on the edge. He lined up his cock and sank back in. Stella used his shoulder to hold herself up and wrapped a leg around his hip. He grabbed it to hold as leverage. That was all the convincing he needed.

He grabbed her other leg behind the knee and pounded into her feeling the release getting closer. Stella moaned his name and pleaded with him repeatedly. She wanted to come just as bad.

“Kayce, fuck,” Stella wasn’t able to form a coherent thought. She was reeling from how hard he was hitting her. It felt like he was in her stomach with every thrust. She reached her fingers down to her clit. She rubbed in time with his thrusts.

“Fuck I’m gonna,” the ferocity of her orgasm cut her off.

Kayce groaned as she tightened around him. His thrusts sped up as he felt his release shoot out in hot streams in her cunt. “Ahh fuck, Stella!” His hips stuttered as he lost momentum.

As Kayce slowed, Stella’s head dropped back against the couch as she heaved. “Fuck,” she exhaled as he pulled out of her.

“You okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She leaned up on her elbows and chuckled. “No. I’m okay, but I’m gonna go take care of,” she glanced down at her center, “this.”

Kayce backed up and Stella planted her wobbly feet on the ground. “You know this doesn’t negate the fact that you kicked Rip out of his house, right?” She felt his cum start to leak out of her. She made her trek to the shower quickly before any of it could hit the ground. “I’ll be back.”

Feeling refreshed, Stella stepped out of the bathroom in her towel. On the bed she spotted clothes. They were his. They were probably for after his shower. She looked around, but didn’t see Kayce anywhere. “Kace? Where'd you go?” She heard the fridge close. She wandered to the doorway and looked out at him. “Are those clothes on the bed for you?”

He spun around. “No. They’re for you. I’ll pick some out now to go shower.”

His answer was clipped. He was still annoyed at her. Stella backed up out of the door to let him by. She reached out and grabbed his arm. “Hey, wait,” she whispered. He halted and looked down at her. She reached up to tuck some hair behind his ear. “I’m sorry for taking it out on you, but your dad really gets on my nerves sometimes with the way he does shit, you know?”

He gazed down at her in silence. Bending down, he kissed her softly. “Yeah me too, Stell,” he sighed. “Me too.”

She let him go and quietly got dressed. She curled up in the bed on the side closest to the wall.

By the time Kayce opened the door and turned off the bathroom light, he found Stella fast asleep. He smiled sadly at her. He didn’t know what to do and she was stuck in his mess, yet again. Rip’s words from a few weeks ago came back to him.

He rolled his eyes and went and climbed into bed next to his best friend. They would figure it out.

[churipu]

loverrr!! this is not a request but more of like a thought but feel free to ignore this okay? no pressure!

I don’t know if you knew chel from el dorado (it’s a disney movie) and she’s so freakishly hot😩😩 all that thick thighs, wide hips, tan skin and long ass black hair like UGHHH she’s my cartoon crush since forever!! (aside from nani from lilo and stitch) and i cant help but ask u, which jjk men would u think that would go for those type of gals??

OHHH MYYYY GOOOSHHHH, ANON. I SAW YOUR ASK LIKE WHAT A DAY AGO? and i was deadass brainstorming, like as in my brain was braining for this ask.

EVERY TIME I THINK ABT YOUR ASK, I CAN ONLY SEE GOJO, TOJI, AND YUUJI??? OKAY, LISTEN, LISTEN. THESE ARE MY OPINIONS (i would write a 10 page essay for this) a lil suggestive but 😈

GOJO -> omg omg omg omg. i feel like he's that guy who wouldn't be able to take his eyes off of that kind of girls, like HE WILL STARE AND MAKE IT OBVIOUS. BECAUSE??? yes. AND DURING A RELATIONSHIP??? gojo, oh my god. i feel like he's so touchy, gripping her hips (i feel like he LOVES hips) and all, jsisjsksnsk 🦋 i'm gonna go feral byeeee.

MOVING ON.

TOJI -> NGL BUT I CAN SEE HIM just going for these type of girls. EXOTIC GIRLS. i feel like he's touchy and clingy in private BYEEEEE I'VE ALWAYS HAVE THIS THOUGHT THAT HE'S JUST RLLY CLINGY IF HE'S ALONE WITH HIS SIGNIFICANT OTHER. thighs. thighs. thighs. will put his head in between thighs, leaning back, letting her legs dangle off his shoulders when they're both chilling, for example when watching a movie?? he's sitting on the floor and his partner's on the couch, both legs dangling off his shoulders, head in between her thighs. LOVES THE THIGHSSSS on and off bed 🤝

NEXTTTT.

YUUJI -> (NO SUGGESTIVENESS FOR MY PRECIOUS BOY >:p) i can also see him going for these types of girls. omg??? I FEEL LIKE YUUJI DOESN'T JUDGE PEOPLE BY THE WAY THEY LOOK, like i feel like people would actually be safe around him (the kind of safe where you feel sleepy around him so you're not afraid to be yourself). he loves everything about this, oh em gee. in a relationship, yuuji's verrrrryyyy clingy and he will not be subtle about it. clinging to his partner. burying his face in her chest, tummy, everything. he loves EVERYTHING about his partner, adores her every day, takes pictures of her both candid and where she actually poses. puts her as his wallpaper and will show her off to literally everyone??? stop.

[ghostwithsomeheadphonesandmaps]

DO THEM ALL YOU COWARD

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? 2. You talked to an ex today, correct? 3. Have you taken someones virginity? 4. Is trust a big issue for you? 5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? 6. What are you excited for? 7. What happened tonight? 8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? 9. Is confidence cute? 10. What is the last beverage you had? 11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? 12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? 13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? 14. What are you going to spend money on next? 15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? 16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? 17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? 18. The last time you felt broken? 19. Have you had sex today? 20. Are you starting to realize anything? 21. Are you in a good mood? 22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? 23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? 24. What do you want right this second? 25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? 26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? 27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? 28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? 29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? 30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? 31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? 32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? 33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? 34. Listening to? 35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? 36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? 37. Do you believe in love at first sight? 38. Who did you last call? 39. Who was the last person you danced with? 40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? 41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? 42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? 43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? 44. Do you tan in the nude? 45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? 46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? 47. Who was the last person to call you? 48. Do you sing in the shower? 49. Do you dance in the car? 50. Ever used a bow and arrow? 51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? 52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? 53. Is Christmas stressful? 54. Ever eat a pierogi? 55. Favorite type of fruit pie? 56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? 57. Do you believe in ghosts? 58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? 59. Take a vitamin daily? 60. Wear slippers? 61. Wear a bath robe? 62. What do you wear to bed? 63. First concert? 64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? 65. Nike or Adidas? 66. Cheetos Or Fritos? 67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? 68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? 69. Ever take dance lessons? 70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? 71. Can you curl your tongue? 72. Ever won a spelling bee? 73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? 74. What is your favorite book? 75. Do you study better with or without music? 76. Regularly burn incense? 77. Ever been in love? 78. Who would you like to see in concert? 79. What was the last concert you saw? 80. Hot tea or cold tea? 81. Tea or coffee? 82. Favorite type of cookie? 83. Can you swim well? 84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? 85. Are you patient? 86. DJ or band, at a wedding? 87. Ever won a contest? 88. Ever have plastic surgery? 89. Which are better black or green olives? 90. Opinions on sex before marriage? 91. Best room for a fireplace? 92. Do you want to get married

oh jesus fuck that a lot of text here goes:

(under the cut bc this is a long one)

nope that's my mother

incorrect i haven't spoken to him in like 2 years

nope

kinda? like it'll take a bit but after a few weeks-ish it's chill

N/A, i don't "like-like" anyone atm

my binder is arriving in the mail tomorrow!

i tried to teach myself guitar (it did not end well)

no? i mean i'm not the most comfortable around drunk people in general, but it's not disgusting

oh fuck yeah

idk i think it was chai

like 3 or 4

unfortunately, yes

idfk man, i don't even have plans for tomorrow

probably coffee

not anymore

maybe, jury's still out

my therapist <3

a few months ago

fuck no

i'm aroace questioning, so there's that ig

yeah, might not last long tho, i'm about to start homework

that is literally at the top of my bucket list

almost, mine are grayer

moneyyy

N/A

nope, currently bleached and dyed

i don't think so, but most of the ppl i know can make me laugh, so it's not rly an issue

@tinedrise's trump impression

my dog (he's dead)

i believe so

nope. nothing will make me hate my brother

N/A

hell nah

would that i by hozier

yeah, but only mechanical

nope, and i don't want to

my ex

yeah

my friend's sister

my friends

i felt pressured to

a couple weeks ago

no actually

yep, i bit the dirt while we were riding our bikes

no??? do people do that???

100% yes

no...

my mom

all the time :)

oh yeah, almost daily

many times, loved each of them

when i was 11? or 12 i can't remember, but it was for family photos

no way, musicals are so fun

yessssss

not that i'm aware of...

either apple or blueberry (basic, i know)

singer, actor, librarian, veterinarian, and i had a phase where i wanted to be a Navy SEAL

to a degree; it's like the opposite of the fae, the less you believe in them, the more they haunt you

ALL THE TIME DUDE

two :)

sometimes, depends on if the mind goblins approve

not really

pj's or a t shirt and sweatpants

AJR, last month

target all the way. boycott walmart, and i don't think there's a k-mart in my area

personally, i like adidas

cheetos, easily

tough call but sunflower seeds. (can you tell i play softball lol)

cruel summer

when i was 5-ish

idk, something nerdy

yep

yeah, and i was so proud of myself (i was 9)

not that i know of

don't make me choose 😭

with music, no comparison

no, but every once in a while i will

a couple times

AJR

depends on the time of year

tea all the way

pumkin spice snickerdoodles w/ apple cider glaze (oddly specific but my friend just made some and HOLY SHIT they were incredible)

pretty well, yeah

yup

sometimes, depends on who i'm with, how i'm feeling, etc.

dj, more song options

a couple yeah

nope

neither, i'm not really an olive person

it's fine as long as all parties consent

living room or library

maybe, not really a priority, but it seems nice

god damn that was a lot. anyway enjoy :D

[lottachaos]

MY BLORBOS (MY MAIN THING YEEHAW)

I have made picrews of my Blorbos I would post art but my sketchbook is in a different room and I am lazy

Veryn, the main one, who is also my persona:

Matthew who is Veryn’s boyfwend:

Hes really tan but I can’t always make him seem that way

anyways gonna rant now

veryn is a gremlin who is a lot like me in real life but more my my ideal version of myself. He is high energy and chaotic and loud but he can be serious when he needs to be. He has chronic RBF (Resting Bedroomeyes Face)

Matthew is chill and quiet and worries and lot and does this cute little worries gentle smile that veryn freaking falls for. He seems like he doesn’t do any chaos crap but then he goes and does some wild thing and you realize why veryn fell in love with him. He is covered in scars bc of various stuff he accidentally got involved with.

veryn lives half in the woods and half in an appartement. He has wings. Sometimes he has horns and these dark on his face and shoulders but that only appears when he’s in very stressful situations.

Matthew lives in an appartement with his sister who is named Katie and has a job or goes to college, I haven’t decided which yet

they are both in their young twenties, no more that 24.

Matthew somehow gets some sort of forestry Wiley thing like veryn has but idk how. All I know is that he gets this long whipping tail with a tuft at the end which is the thing in the back of one of the picrews of him.

Matthew is covered in scars bc veryn is in the middle of this big situation where he’s fighting against these magical eldritch entities and Matthew at one point finds him in the woods fighting them and tries to help and then gets beaten up and bitten by magical snakes and almost dies. That is where most of his scars come from (he has a scar that looks like a dinsosaur on his left side just beneath his rib cage. It’s called the dinoscar) but some various other events give him lil other scars

Veryn is much better at defending himself because he has been having to fight for much longer and so does t have as many obvious scars. He does have on long one on his neck because enemies tries to slice it at one point but he lived.

Matthew usually wears a black turtleneck and this tan cardigan looking jacket. Some of the picrews I used didn’t have that option so I had to make due.

Veryn usually wears a bright green shirt about the color of the “Draft saved!” Pop up that happens in tumblr when you take ages to write a post. Then he wears a brown jacket on top and black or brown pants and some brown boots. He basically dresses kinda like a redneck but when you see the clothes on him you cannot see anything but skinny gay forest being.

Oh yeah Veryn’s wings look like the brown variant of a tawny Eagle. Basically. Except a little more brown and a little less white and dots/stripes.

I stayed up till one am last night writing a (rather spicy) fic for them. I will share SOME of it here in a different post. I will also show some art of these two in a different post. Stay tuned, anyone who’s interested!! Eventually I will probably make some sort of book or smth about these two. Yes Ik I use tropes and it’s not super realistic in a lot of ways but I understand that and I don’t really care because I’m just making the story to be however its best to me and cringe culture is dead .

CRINGE IS TEMPORARY BLORBO IS FOREVER!!

Anyways, there you have it. I’ll post more later. I’m so excited I’ve finally put info about them all in one place bc I rlly needed to do that. k bye

[chlorasepticremix]

Bin Laden with a pen, bodyin' again I begin slaughterin' your men, prolly shoulda been Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin

Like a Saudi in the Taliban plottin' an event In the lobby of the Intercontinental with an obvious intent

And I would not even relent up on a little

Like Osama with a bomb under the bin and down the middle

Of the Pentagon and hit a kindergartner with a rental (Stop!)

Back and forth, back and forth

Like Jack Kevorkian's ass to court

"Rap mature! Why can't you be like Macklemore?" (Huh?)

"Why you always gotta smack a whore?" (Huh?

It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (Huh?)

Something's gotta give, that's for sure Yet you keep comin' back for more

Not as raw as I was, 'Walk on Water' sucks"

Bitch, suck my dick!

Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit

'Fore you heard it, so you formed your verdict

While you sat wit' your arms crossed

Did your little reaction videos and talked over songs (Chill!)

Nah dog, y'all sayin' I lost it?

Your fuckin' marbles are gone (Wait, Em!)

But nowadays every flow, every cadence sound the same (Skrrt)

Brain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate Real pain in the paper, I don't trace But if I look strange and outta place It's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why I write 'til the page is outta space (Duh!)

From 7 Mile in Novara

To "How can I be down?", all of us tryna pile in the car (Yeah!)

We shot for the stars Yeah!)

'Cause we only got so much time in this world

(Yeah!)

So rewind it to your high school dance to the night before

If you think you're promised tomorrow (Yeah!)

Now I'm 'bout to fool again

This tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit A freakin' lunatic, a human computer chip

And I'm soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick

If I was you, I wouldn't do nothin' stupid due to the mood I'm in

I'm losin' it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint

Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed

Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it (Woo!)

How many fuckin' rappers did I go through?

Dispel doubt, but you won't admit I smoked And you was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit But am I s'posed to sound like everything else out?

'Cause I don't get compared to it, only myself now Well, I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down

But the only way I care is if I let myself down

But what the fuck have I woke to?

Time to eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools

I know you still want me to ill out, don't you?

Hopin' the old Slim's gonna spill out, open

Fire on your whole camp with this spit, I roast you So chill out, no, you

Hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote you

Then I took a stand, went at Tan-Face and practically cut my motherfuckin' fan base in half and still outsold you

You just called my shit trash?

Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked

"Revival's wack, I don't like the 'Zombie' track And when he's talkin' that garbage psychotic crap

Where's your content at?

What's with all the conscious rap?

PInk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that" (Yeah!) just add it to the fuel in my rocket pack

'Til I'm ready to respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em Idiotic from the fuckin' embryonic sac

To the body bag, I'll be back

And when I am, I'II be at your fuckin' throat like-

[ssahotchnerr]

pookie😫 i had a dream last night that me n luke alvez were out on a case together and we were all silly and flirty and then bro literally kissed me (i HAVE to stop watching cm right before bed lol) BUT I MISS HIM UGH

also i had such a fun day yesterday i just have to share, i had a lovely pool day with my 2 besties and just laid in the sun for hours then we swam and got sweet treats then i went home and showered and got cozy and took a longggg nap

now i’m all like freckle-y and tan from the sun and just feeling happy🤗 i have my interview tuesday and then i’m going in vacation a week from monday SO MUCH TO LOOK FORWARD TO

also can’t wait for the fic tonight🤭 hope you are doing so good today xoxoxo 🪴

those are the BEST kind of dreams truly 😭🥹 hehe i've had my fair share of aaron dreams just like that 🥰 but then you wake up and feel like a part of your soul is missing 😭 it's so painful

and i'm so glad your summer is off to such a great start that sounds like the MOST PERFECT DAY 🥹 also i'm so jealous because i do not tan in the slightest - i simply burn and then it's right back to being pale and it's sooo frustrating 😭 and omg have SO much fun on vacation and GOOD LUCK ON YOUR INTERVIEW AGAIN!!!!!!!! you're gonna knock it outta the park i already know <3

hehe this fic was so fun to write i hope you love it!!!! 🥹 & my day's been good!!! super chill which has been nice, especially after a stressful week 😭💓

[imjustabeanie]

uhh i may have to organize this or else im gonna ramble lol-

can i have a matchup for hazbin hotel and helluva boss pls :>

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: demisexual/demiromantic

Star sign (if that helps-): Leo

Personality type: INFP

Ambivert

I use emoticons a lot as you'll see :>

Favorite colors: Purple and black especially since they work so well together

Very much a night owl :)

Personality: I'm a kind of a fun and laid back person but I do like do cause chaos every now and then. I tend to hyperfixate a lot on random things that i tend to find. At first im very quiet but can get more chaotic as time goes on. I can tend to get hot headed at times or be somewhat irrational every now and then and it takes time for me to calm down. Other times im very hyper. Also i have a slight caffeine addiction so that might be why :D

Moral alignment: true nuetral

Aesthetic: Dark academia-ish along with some glitch core because i just really like the look of both

Hobbies: I play the violin, read, write, draw, and i love listening to music a lot. Probably one of my favorite things to do honestly. I also love chilling and watching tv and binge watching stuff. I also have a habit of just analyzing shit for the fun of it because why not. I also really like learning about greek mythology and i like a few musicals. I also watch horror quite a bit and mysteries because I just think that they're fun. I'm also learning spanish as of currently-

Pet peeves: people who cant take a hint... like at all, or they take the hint and just dont care. it annoys the shit out of me. also really stuck up people who think theyre better than everyone else, like we get it youre a child who never grew up. move on. mouth noises are also just the most annoying thing ever.

Appearance: tan skin with dark brown eyes and hair. i wear glasses sometimes but dont usually because theyre not fit properly and i keep trying to get them fir but it never works so ive just given up-. honestly i mostly wear softer clothing such as sweatpants, leggings, or sweaters/sweatshirts. but sometimes i wear jeans and actually style myself although i usually just keep it casual.

Hi! Thank you for your patience I am sorry for being so slow to answer to this trade. I was very sick last week.

Without further wait...your Helluva match is...Stolas!

Stolas was a pretty obvious choice for you to be honest. Your interests and aesthetics click and just like you he’s chill but then pulls out the most chaotic actions out of nowhere.

You two met at night at one of those libraries you only see on pinterest. He honestly just came in cuz he was bored and wished to seek a recent human astronomy book. He found you peacefully reading a mythology book in the corner and was gonna leave you alone till he couldn’t help himself but comment on it. You were so laidback and easy going that you two had a nice conversation where he taught you a few things about mythology (given his age and position he does have an interest in those subjects). It was nice and you two decided to do it every month, then every two weeks and you see where it is going. Stolas just likes coming to you to cool off with no repercussions. It’s what made him fall for you. He confessed after inviting you to watch the stars or a movie he thinks you’d like (high chance you already watched it before but shhh). He confess and also tell you real quick about his marriage situation in case you want out.

Stolas is a caring and passionate lover. His love language is mostly affection and quality time but I believe he’ll wait till you’re ready if you catch my drift. He LOVES spoiling you with numerous gifts and dates. He’d be pretty upset (pouty) if he’s not your go to contact when you need help. He wants to be someone you can rely on, a safe space for you just like you are for him. His gifts range from cinema/concert tickets and your favorite snacks (he doesn’t consider any food as a gift) to actual mythological pieces and priceless violons. Sometimes they even come from his personal collection.

Stolas lives for your chaotic moments! He highly encourages them which results in weekly trouble for both of you (you’re always safe dw but he did get you two banned from a few places). When your hot headed side comes out he’s here to calm you down or get angrier on your behalf. There is no in between cuz your couple is pretty much in sinc. It means you either calm the other down or join them.

Despite his extraverted self, Stolas enjoys some home time. Especially with you. He actually purchases a house in the human world and spends most of his time there now. He wants (begs) you to move in with him. This house has a huge library, two studies, a music room and a very much needed coffee corner. Yeah with those machines you see on tiktok with all the material. Stolas isn’t a morning person at all so he needs his daily coffee and only accepts premium quality. He invested in a home cinema and loves binge watching with you. Those are all things he didn’t get to do often so discovering them with you is a priceless experience in his eyes. Horror doesn’t bother him at all and he can show you much better horror tbh. Stolas also likes analyzing things with you (he listens and chimes in) and actually keeps up with your fixations really well. His favorite thing to do at home is to stay glued to your side.

Stolas often drags you to dance with him in the music room. He is attentive to your tastes and shows you his favorite pieces too! In general he is an attentive lover who adapts to your needs without being overbearing. If you accept his flaws your relation will be…stellar.

Your hazbin match is...Husk!

I did hesitate between a few characters (mainly Vaggie) but in the end Husk won. He’s chill but knows how to have fun. And he’s loyal.

You were at the hotel when you got to know Husk. He was being his usual snarky self but after a few nights (and talks) he slowly became friendlier. He even cracked jokes with you! Music definitely got the two of you to bond. You became someone he felt at ease with. The moment Husk considered sharing some of his problems with you he knew he fell, and fell hard. He started being more attentive to your needs and lost in your voice during your conversations. Everyone knew he was in love so one night they somehow managed to leave the two alone for the night. That’s when he confessed, knowing he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

As mentioned beforehand, Husk is a very attentive boyfriend. His love language is mostly acts of service and some quality time. He makes you your favorite drinks and will even learn the ways of a coffee barista for you. He’s proud of the way he makes you smile and feel loved as well as being your shoulder to vent to. Husk knows he has a way with words and people to make them feel at ease, he’d say it’s a positive trait of his that’s why he wants you to be included in it. Plus he gives good advices for someone with so many bad decisions. Husk likes going on weekly dates with you (besides dinner together every night that he cooks) to watch new movies. He’s mostly a domestic guy so going out in public is something he’d only do for you.

Husk calm demeanor is really helpful when you start getting irrational. He always help you keep a head on your shoulders and is the rational voice. Doesn’t mean he won’t encourage you to go ape shit when someone deserves it. While he prefers the calm, Husk still enjoys your occasional chaotic moments. He knows you try to lessen them for him but isn’t fully opposed to them as long as you’re safe. Low chance he’ll join you but some nagging will work. People are surprised that he’s with someone way more energetic than him but he just shoots some lovey dovey comment and they shut it. Angel is probably your biggest cheerleader in the relationship, he gives a lot of (sometimes helpful) advices to Husk.

While your hobbies differ greatly, I can see Husk appreciating them a lot. Especially your artistic side that he fully encouraged. He’s always there when you practice, even when you get frustrated or have an art block. Husk will become your hype man and do his best to motivate you. He probably got the binge watching habit from you much to Alastor dismay and he actually gets into soap operas….it’s funny to watch. Husk likes listening to you analyze or talk about greek mythology. He’s not great at that but tries to participate (he likes listening to your voice).

Husk will lessen his drinking habits with you. He wants to be the best version of himself for you just like you are for him. He’s really trying and it’s commendable. His gambling is another issue and he needs another fixation for him to stop. I guess with you it could become watching tv as it takes up a lot of his time (not saying that in a negative way but you see what I mean). Aesthetically talking, you two also fit together if we judge by clothing type and your personal aesthetic. Overall he might not be the best guy but he’s willing to change for his love.