#(Though I'm too shy to respond to them directly)

[write4cench]

chicken shop date.

had to make this into a imagine.

summary: you get the chance to interview central cee on your show titled "chicken shop date" but he's obviously into you. sorry to ameila dimoldenburg lmao.

pairings: central cee x reader

genre: fluff / slightly suggestive

word count: 2k (unedited)

a/n: imagine that ameila dimoldenburg doesn't exist for the whole sake of the plot. i stole most of her iconic replies though. thank you and GIVE ME REQUESTS. <3

finally. you've got a special guest on for today that's been a fan of your show for a long time and well.. you. although, you haven't had the pleasure of meeting one another in reality, but luckily he agreed to have a chicken shop date with you.

central cee.

you both sit down behind a table in a small yet cosy morleys, the camera crew sets up and prepares for the show whilst a small yet not too large crowd accumulates outside the shop at sight of you two.

you greet central cee and he beams back at you as you both get comfortable and prepare for the small interview/date. "it's nice to have you on the show." you thank him.

"it's calm, i've always wanted to be here." he responds, insisting that it really isn't truly that big of a deal.

you won't lie to yourself, you've always found central cee to be attractive ever since he happened to become a uk rap sensation. i mean who hasn't. you're excited and feel as if it's a blessing to sit before him.

"i actually watch this show too, i saw your interview with burna boy." he admits, referencing the last interview i held about a month ago.

my mouth agapes as i feel honoured to the fact that he actually took the chance to watch my show, "really?" you ask him out of disbelief and he nods proudly.

you'd admit, you'd thought it would be awkward to hold an interview with central cee considering the fact that he hasn't been too shy about the fact that you're considered his celebrity crush but surprisingly, he's very comforting to be around and is down-to-earth.

"i mean obviously you watch my interviews." you joke referencing to his interest in you and he laughs, not denying it at all.

the interview begins.

"what would you say your type is." you ask him and he pauses for a moment thinking to himself before he breaks into a smile. you notice this and furrow your brows confused.

"i like.. i like-" he starts.

"why're you smiling?" you question him confused, although it's an obvious inside joke with the two of you and everyone else that his type is clearly you.

"i don't really know my type, it changes innit it changes by the season." he denies the obvious making me roll my eyes, he sees this and it only makes him laugh.

"well it's winter." you tell him.

"i want my girl to be able to teach me something." he says, before he glares directly at you. you don't let it faze you and you continue to play along with your passive aggressive humour.

"i know a lot, i could teach you something." you joke and he shrugs raising his brows impressed.

"i guess your my type then." he mumbles, his eyes glancing away towards his box of chips and chicken wings.

"what's your favourite tattoo you have?" you question him before eating on one of your chips, central cee listens carefully to you.

"i'm just one big tattoo and the moment, i don't really, i don't know- it's all just blended into one." he rambles as he thinks to himself looking over his clothed arms and chest.

you find him adorable especially his way of speaking, "i like them." you compliment him and something behind his eyes reads pleased.

"thanks."

it's obvious that he's clearly into you, everything from the way that he looks at you, the way he listens carefully whenever you speak and the way that he sits.

you try your best to not make the episode seem like to serious of a date, but with him sitting in front of you, it seems completely impossible.

"i'm not sure how i feel about face tattoos." you mutter, hinting to the small tattoos that decorate his face, he slightly frowns.

"really?"

"would you get another one?" you ask him curiously and he hums thinking to himself.

"maybe not after you said that." he utters jokingly sadly and you both share a short moment of laughter.

"i was joking."

"how long does it take for you to fall in love?"

your question clearly doesn't fall onto interested ears, as a matter of a fact central cee obviously doesn't favour the word love at all.

"i don't know if i've fallen in love before." he admits with a smile to hide how suddenly deep the conversation has gotten.

"you've never fallen in love?" you ask him genuinely surprised.

"no, no- i guess so. i have a weird outlook on love." he responds before pausing looking at you. you ask him to continue on. "i just think it's a delusion innit."

you raise your brows at his response finding it different from your views, "like what, it isn't real?"

"i've been thinking about it a lot recently.. because yeah it's on my mind anyway." he starts finding an interest in the unopened water bottle that lies on the table between you.

"feel like you just have to be a bit deluded."

"that don't mean it isn't real." your response has him in lost of words and he glances about the place before shrugging in response. "i think when you fall in love you'll know." your words make you both share a gaze for a moment before he breaks it, thinking to himself.

"i mean, what if your girl fucks around and it makes your belly hurt, i dunno if that's a good conation on love." he confesses and he notices how it makes you smile.

"maybe that's just what love means to you."

"you've got long hair?" you question him.

"my hair is long." he replies his face looking slightly miserable.

"would you ever take it out of the sock it's always in." you joke and he laughs before he hums thinking of his next words.

"i dunno, i feel like i'm going through a bit of an identity crisis at the moment." he admits, and you hum in reply.

"i like long hair." you smile and he sees so before grinning.

"guess, i'll keep it then." he glances away again.

he's just like a little school boy who's gotten the chance to speak with his crush for the first time. it's cute.

"do i look like i'm hot, like my face is hot." you question him using your hands to fan your face and he shakes his head.

"you're fine." he starts glancing over at your face, "i like it though, it's like natural blush."

"stop flirting with me."

"it's cute." he mumbles gazing at you.

"i'm really bad at flirting." he sighs to himself rubbing his head deep in thought, you furrow your brows in disbelief.

"what do you mean you're bad at flirting?"

"yeah, i'm just shit at flirting, i can't flirt man."

"so what, you don't get with a lot of girls all the time?" he hurries to deny and shake his head, but you only listen to him curiously.

"you're telling me you don't go out with anyone?" you raise his brow and he watches you do so, hurrying to think of his next words.

"no, maybe i do go out sometimes, it's not like i'll go out of my way to do so." he tells you and you hum. "i've just lived a long life." he mumbles making you laugh at how deep it sounds.

"would you go out with me?" your questions sparks his attention and he chuckles to himself at how straight forward it is.

"i'll see."

"this is like a genuine date to me." he says as he opens up with bottle of chilled water, "like i'm genuinely here it's a dinner.. date."

you smile at him as you recall the times he's wanted to go on a date with your for ages, "you've wanted to go on a date with me for ages." you tell him and he smiles.

"i did want to go on a date with you, before my carrer flourished then i got overwhelmed not looking for love it was like a full circle."

"now you're on a date with me." you say proudly and he nods.

"finally." he glares at you and something about it catches you aback, he's really trying to full on flirt with you.

"are you single?" he raises his brow at your question.

"i mean yeah, obviously." he begins laying back into his seat, "i mean otherwise, i wouldn't be here."

"i'm single too." you imply reaffirming him but he doesn't say anything beside humming taking your word.

"what's the quickest way to get to your heart." you ask him, the phrase makes him irk and he frowns.

"don't try to get to my heart." he tells you and you listen to him. "i just think, i don't like girls that like me." he mumbles

"i hate you."

he laughs at your playfulness, "turns me on, i love it."

"guess i'll hate you from now on." you mutter lowly, but he still hears it.

"what's the most romantic thing you've ever done?" you ask him, but learning so much about him you already expect a specific response from him.

"i'm hopeless, i dunno i'm transitioning, this is all hard for me." he rants and you exhale deeply.

"too bad, it's all hard for you."

"it's easier said than done."

"you have a nice smile." you compliment him and he smiles looking at you.

"you're really pretty you know." he responds making you feel your cheeks slightly warm up.

"and you don't know how to flirt?" you frown but he shrugs once again. how can he not understand that he's literally a walking flirt.

"guess you'll teach me then." he glances at you in a suggestive way and you grin as you recall telling him you'll teach him something.

"it was nice talking to you, i'll c you later." you joke and he laughs getting your play on words.

"love and leave me."

"what do you mean love and leave me?"

"like i'll love you and leave you."

"what about love and love me?"

he closes his box gazing at you. "sounds good."

"what's that song you have with pinkpantheress called?" you question him and he shuffles in his seat before responding.

"obsessed with you."

"yeah i know, tell me the song's name." he mentally groans at the word obsessed and you feel the urge to roll your eyes again.

"i don't think i'm the obsessed type." he complains.

"i feel like secretly you are." you tell him implying his obvious celebrity crush on you and he smiles understanding you.

"maybe i am, but i dunno yet."

"i feel like you're the type to catch feelings and get obsessed." he listens to you nodding his head passively aggressively.

"maybe i'm a simp you know." he utters and you both share a gaze with one another before laughing.

"can i get your number, or something?" he asks you taking out his phone from his pocket and passing it towards you.

you blink at his phone for a moment before looking up at him, only to see him watching you expectantly.

you take it from him without a word before typing in your number and adding your contact name followed by a sweet emoji before passing it back to him with a smile.

he glances down at the name and laughs upon noticing the emoji you put before testing it out and calling the number.

your phone buzzes from inside of your pocket and you show it him making him grin with a nod, "i'll call you later yeah, pick up." he tells you and suddenly the tension within the room has changed into hinting something sexual.

"course, i'll pick up." you reply.

"alright."

[sassykio4fun]

Stay still

bill kaulitz x reader

Sat on the edge of the stiff hotel bed, your eyes scanned over your lanky boyfriend hovered over the bathroom sink. Adoring eyes watching his practiced movements.

Finishing up the last touch of eyeliner, he popped the cap his favored eyeliner on the stick, setting it on the sink. Bill's black-coated eyes landed on your figure in the mirror.

His lips curled at the edges. "Are you doing okay over there?" He asked, strutting his way towards you. Stopping in front of you, he nudged your legs apart, inviting himself between them.

"Yeah, I think you're just really good at that." You responded, referring to the eyeliner coating his eyes.

"Well after years of doing this, I sure would hope so." He teased, hands moving to his slim hips.

You shot him a toothy smile, hands moving over his slim ones. "Of course, what I meant is, you're a lot better than me." You began.

"Do you think you could, maybe, do my eye makeup?" You questioned, eyes lowering, your fingers running over soft hands.

"Of course I can, one second!" He responded excitedly, long legs carrying himself towards the bathroom, snatching his eyeliner from the counter.

Rushing back, he grabbed one of the many hard pillows, placing it in the middle of the small bed. Pushing you flat on the bed, he threw a leg over your waist, careful not to crush you.

"I need you to be very still, okay baby?" He demanded, opening the cap of his eyeliner, moving the pen towards your eye.

"Mhm." You hummed, hands carefully moving over his thighs on either side of you, letting him do his thing.

Relaxing, you admired his focused expression. Tongue poking out, piercing on display. His eyes narrowed, focused on the task at hand.

You hissed, flinching as you felt the tip of the pen get a little too close to the white of your eye.

Bill tore his hand away, pen standing still in his manicured hand. "I need you to stay still, honey, I'm nearly done." he scolded, peering down at you with stern eyes.

"Sorry, I feel like it keeps directly connecting with my eyeball." You complained, your eyebrows coming together, nose scrunched.

"I promise it's not, I'm being very careful." He reassured, empty hand taking a hold of your chin, tugging your face close to his. "Just a few more spots, then we're all done." He said, bringing the pen back up.

"Annnnd, all done!" He pulled away, leaning back to examine his work of art. "Look at how pretty!" He gleamed, leaning over you, grabbing a hand-held mirror from the stand.

Gently grabbing the handle from him, you took in the ink coating your eyes. You moved your head from side to side, humming, impressed.

You set down the mirror to reveal a beaming smile taking over Bill's pale face. "Do you like it?" He asked, clasping his hands in anticipation.

"I love it Bill, thank you so much!" You complimented, lips stretching into a bright smile, his own being contagious.

He let out a cheer, clapping his hands. "I knew you would love it!" He rejoiced, smile big and proud, at the praise.

Not helping it, your arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him down to you.

Taking him by surprise, Bill yelped as your glossy lips connected with his soft ones.

Though he quickly melted into the kiss, letting his full weight fall onto you. He pulled away after a long moment.

"What was that for?" He quietly asked, sitting up straight, his cheeks feeling warm.

Shifting, you leaned up on your elbows. "I just felt the need to kiss you is all." You shrugged, lips quirking up.

Two pairs of matching eyes met each other as you both shared a shy smile, reveling in the moment.

Hello! Hope you enjoyed this!🎀

[andy-wm]

Relationships 101: What we can learn from JK's live.

I have thoughts about JK's live from 22 July. They have to come out of my head so here they are ...

JK had a few drinks wth his old pal, ARMY.

Even though it was a casual chat he clearly had things on his mind. And when the topic of the explicit lyrics came up, he didn't shy away from it.

He told us that he loves and values us, and at the same time, he made it clear that he's going to do what he wants and that he won't accept being controlled or held to other people's standards. Essentially he told us to pull our heads out of our asses, but with total diplomacy.

He also told us how much the we mean to him, and that genuinely wants us in his life, now and in the future. He said we are his primary support, even more than his parents. That's no joke.

But he didn't tiptoe around the problematic parts of the relationship - how the fandom sees him vs how he seems himself, his need for freedom to grow, and being able to express and trust himself without fear of judgement.

(There was an element of 'please love me' in all of this that pulled at my heartstrings 🥺)

What did I take away from this?

Of course, the content was important and I'll definitely come back to it, but...

For myself, I learned a few important things about JK:

He's sincere.

He's mature.

He's committed to his relationships.

He's not afraid of difficult conversations, or talking about his feelings, or being vulnerable with people he trusts.

He's prepared to do the work to make things right.

He addresses concerns head on.

He acknowledges and accepts people's differences.

He doesn't let a disagreement weigh him down or become 'baggage'.

He maintains a sense of humour.

Wow. Really. I'm 🥰🤩🥹💞 (can't words LOL but I AM IMPRESSED)

So how does this relate to him and Jimin?

I feel like I saw a little of what he's like as partner.

I always wondered how the heck he and Jimin maintained a healthy and loving relationship in the environment they're in.

THIS IS HOW. FIVE STAR COMMUNICATION.

Sure, they MUST argue - they get tired, they get grumpy, they get petty, they get offended - they are human. There are huge social and professional issues weighing down on them too, so they problably have major disagreements just like regular people. But JK's live was a beautiful example of healthy communication.

It kinda made me happy (satisfied/relieved?) to see that he has both the skills and the intrinsic ability to respond to criticism (yes, that explicit lyrics question IS criticism) without being reactive. And he can separate the difficult conversation from the relationship as a whole.

In a way, this is directly relatable to the story he told with the SEVEN MV... hmmm... interesting...

*The subtitles arent available yet. This interpretation is based on army twt translations.

*These opinions are my own 💜💛

[holybibly]

hi!! i’m a writer myself and despite having mdni on my blog, i still get a lot of minors trying to with my work. i regularly have to check my followers for ages in their bio and i’ve even had minors come in my inbox telling me that i’m ’overreacting’ for not wanting them to read my writing. it’s gotten to the point where i’ve just turned off anon altogether, partially because of the weird people in my inbox and partially so i know i can be safe and not respond to minors by accident.

i guess what i’m trying to get at here is even though you have mdni on your blog, how can you be sure that the people in your inbox aren’t minors. there’s nothing physically stopping them from coming on your blog and sending sexual asks and you seem to facilitate these asks by responding in an equally sexual manner. i hope i’m not coming across as rude, but i just don’t see how you can be sure that you’re not engaging with minors when you respond to anons in a flirtatious and sexual way. if you somehow do check their ages, great! but since they’re anon, i don’t really see how that’s possible…

So, hello. Well, the wording of the question is rather crude to begin with, don't you think? And frankly, I'd prefer to take such questions to DM posts, but if you want to talk, you're welcome. 

First of all, don't you think it's a bit unfair? Accusing anonymous people and then asking a question anonymously? I don't think it's very nice, or do you think I'm going to declare a witch hunt and go on a bashing spree? That's so stupid. Or do you just not like me? Because that's what it sounds like. In general, I don't mind you having an opinion, but by sending a message like that, you knew I'd respond to it. 

Secondly, I know this is going to sound awful and you can totally throw a bunch of shitty comments and posts at me, but let's be honest, even if we check the age of our subscribers and readers every time they subscribe to us, when they ask us questions, comment, reblog, etc., where is the 100% guarantee that those people didn't lie about their age when they created their blog on Tumblr? 

Go to any porn site; age verification is just a tick in the box. These are the horrible realities we face every day. The internet is a place where it is very difficult to verify anything, and unfortunately, there are consequences.

I am in no way supporting the sexualization of minors, and I am certainly not engaging in depravity, although you make it sound that way. 

But I do know that there are many people who can't talk openly about their desires, sexual or otherwise; people who doubt their sexuality and self-acceptance; people who are judged for being different; people who are shamed for being too feminine or masculine; for having problems with daddy or mommy; or simply for being too quiet and shy. Not all of us are going to come out for manifestos and parades. 

And in this case, the only option for them is anonymity. I repeat, I do not support the sexualization of minors in any way, and if you want to accuse me of encouraging such things, I suggest you look at some of the profiles of authors on AO3 who openly use sex scenes with minors and even children in the text of their work. 

I don't know your social circle as a writer, and since you're asking this anonymously, I can't even check your work, but I think the problem is not whether I answer anonymous questions or not, but whether I talk to my bunnies at all. Every time I get messages like this, I think about it. You call me weird, angry, triggering, and now a lecher. Not directly, but the context is clear. 

I've never written messages like that to anyone; you know, it's not nice. I've never intended to offend or hurt anyone with my replies or FFs. But apparently everyone around me, for some strange reason, thinks I'm some source of universal evil while trying to retrain me and change my character and disposition. 

I really hope you are happy with what you are doing. 

Bunnies, I'm sorry. There will be no updates for a while. 

[theygotlost]

um so. here it is 👉👈 I've never written a fanfic before let alone posted one so I'm shy please be nice to me 😭

Son of Sam

After little Sammy has a disciplinary incident at school, Vimes finds a more enriching environment for his son.

G rated, 2,011 words, just vimes bein a dad :)

A rather nervous-looking young messenger was waiting at the door when Vimes got home.

“Er… Can I help you?”

The messenger startled into a stiff salute. “Your grace!” he said smartly. “I bring a message from the Primary Academy of Ankh! It has been requested that… erm…” he fumbled open the roll of parchment he had been holding. “The parents-slash-guardians of the student, er, Samuel Ramkin Vimes II, come to the office of the headmistress at once. We have a coach ready outside for you already, your grace,” he added as he rolled the parchment back up.

Vimes scoffed. ‘The Second’… Please. A title like that nearly made you forget the boy’s only eight years old. “Alright, what’s happened this time?”

“I don’t know, your grace. I’m only here to deliver the message.”

“Fine. And you really want both of us?” said Vimes, already making his way around the side of the house. “Sybillllll?” he called, in that sing-song voice used by all husbands everywhere looking for their wives.

He heard the explosion before he had even turned the corner. The backyard filled with a sharp, acrid, chemical smell that nearly would have made him retch if he wasn’t so accustomed to it already. He sighed at the charred black rosette that now decorated the lawn. Beyond it, in a wider blast radius, were… other bits of things.

A bulky figure nearly six and a half feet tall emerged from the dragon pen, decked head to toe in leather armor. “Oh dear, and he had nearly recovered from his case of slab throat…” she mumbled from behind her welding mask. She ducked back into the dragon pen for the shovel, too distracted to notice her husband on the periphery of the yard.

Vimes strode directly toward the carriage out front. “She’s busy. I’ll go by myself,” he said decisively to the messenger as he brushed past. The messenger considered protesting, but thought the better of it.

—

Vimes was ushered into a room half the size but almost as austere as the Oblong Office. Little Sam pouted in an adult-sized chair, grumpily swinging his legs back and forth. Vimes knew that look: the boy was in trouble for something. Sulking in the other chair with a bandaged nose was a boy who appeared the same age, though bigger-boned. Both of his parents were doting over him like a pair of storks brooding a rather large, and rather spoiled, egg. Vimes had been forced to socialize with these people at many a banquet or some such event, or at least this type of people, if not this particular couple. They all blended together in his mind anyway. He had yet to have a conversation with one of them that ended satisfactorily for both parties. 

The headmistress greeted him primly from behind her desk and motioned for him to sit in the chair beside his son. “Thank you for coming, your grace. Her ladyship…”

“Couldn’t make it,” Vimes responded curtly. He swore he heard the other boy’s mother exhale derisively through her nose.

“I have called you here,” the headmistress continued, “because your Samuel has gotten into an… altercation with his classmate.” She spoke as though she were handling her words like a very fragile, very expensive heirloom vase.

Vimes turned to little Sam. “You got into a fight?” he asked, more conversationally than disapprovingly.

“I should hardly call that a fair fight!” the other boy’s father interjected. “It took two teachers to pull your little devil off our Thomas! He nearly bit his nose off!” Thomas began to whimper, and his mother cradled him in her arms while staring daggers at Vimes.

Vimes raised his eyebrows as he sized up the victim. He was taller and stockier than his attacker, but apparently that hadn’t helped him much. He turned back to his son, still without any trace of anger. “Why’d you do that, Sammy?”

“It doesn’t matter why he—” Thomas’s father began, but the headmistress held up a hand. “Let him answer,” she commanded.

“He took my spelling sheets from my homework daddy, ‘n he said that my daddy’s nuthin’ but a dirty scoundrel, said I’m ruinin’ the school ‘cause I’m dirty ‘n dumb like him, ‘n then he ripped all my papers up,” little Sam explained sullenly. Thomas whimpered again.

Vimes looked up to meet the father’s eyes with hawklike focus. “He really said that, did he? I wonder where he could have possibly gotten that idea from.”

The father’s features bubbled with the kind of indignation reserved for those who have just been accused of something they actually did. “Slander!” he blurted. “Not only is your son an aggressor, but a liar as well!”

The duke of Ankh stood up. “You’re calling my son a liar, is that it?” he nearly snarled the words.

“You grace—” the headmistress began.

“No, go on,” Vimes continued. “You think Sammy made up that little story, just to make you look bad? Your precious little Thomas would never have done something like that, oh no, because you’ve raised him properly, haven’t you?” He was practically toe to toe with the boy’s father now. He squared his shoulders and drew himself up to his full height, which unfortunately was still shorter than his opponent. He cracked a few menacing knuckles.

“Daddy, mama said you’re not s’posed to fight the other grownups at school anymore,” Sammy whined from his seat.

“I won’t be threatened by the likes of you,” the man spat. He leveled a self-important finger at VImes’s nose. “I won’t tolerate it. You and your son both owe us an apology for the injuries you have caused.”

“Oh, I’ll give you some injuries to apologize for, all right.”

The bureaucratic voice of the headmistress pierced through his haze of bloodlust like a letter opener. “Your grace, that is enough. To prevent another incident like this, you need to set a good example for your son. Children learn by imitating their parents.”

“Yes, I’m sure they do,” Vimes said pointedly without breaking eye contact with the nobleman. He took his son’s hand and led him out the door. “Come on, Sammy. We’re going home.”

“This isn’t over, Sir Samuel!” he heard the father call after him. “Her ladyship will be hearing of this, and she will not be pleased!”

Don’t I know it, Vimes thought.

—

Lady Sybil was, as predicted, not very pleased. “First I have to lay poor Lord Sharptalon Brightspark Blazeworthy VI to rest this afternoon, and now I hear both of you have gotten into a scuffle,” she sighed, and idly stirred her tea.

“News travels fast,” Vimes grumbled, not looking up from his own teacup.

“The headmistress was right, you know. He takes after you. He sees his father throw a punch or kick a shin, and figures that violence will solve all his problems.”

“It usually does.”

“Sam.”

“Sorry.”

“I spoke to the boy’s mother. She swears up and down that she has no idea why young Thomas would say those things about you.”

“‘Course she did. It’s all about appearances with these people. They’ll say whatever they want behind their expensive closed doors, but none of ‘em have got the spine to say it to your face.”

“As much as I agree with you, Sam, ‘these people’ are our people, even if you hate to think of them that way.”

“Still, good to know Sammy can hold his own in a fight.”

“Dear, I don’t think you’re taking the right lesson from this.”

Vimes grunted noncommittally.

“He just needs a different outlet for his aggression,” Sybil continued. “Something more…productive. Like an organized sport. The academy offers some rather robust athletic programs he could get into.”

Yes, organized sports… Sammy could wipe the floor with all those spoiled little brats, that was for sure. He needed a sport, but perhaps one that was less, well, organized. 

—

“Daddy, you still won’t say where we’re going,” young Sam lamented.

“We’re almost there. Just a few more streets.”

After a few moments, Vimes heard the little voice from about twenty or thirty feet behind him. “Daddy, wait up! You’re going too fast!”

Vimes stopped. Damn. Without thinking, he had fallen into his normal Proceeding step.

“I’m tired of walking,” Sammy panted as he caught up.

Vimes almost laughed. Tired of walking? Then he realized. “You know, I ought to teach you how to walk properly. You swing your foot forward, like this. Get it right and you can keep going all day.”

Together they Proceeded, hand in hand this time to prevent another separation, to their destination. There it was…

Cockbill Street.

Gods, when was the last time I was here? thought Vimes. An investigation had led him back here some nine or ten years ago, but before that it must have been decades. The same peeling paint, the same worn cobbles, even the hopscotch game was still there…

“Where are we?” little Sam asked impatiently. “Looks like justa buncha ol’ houses.”

…And this was the first time the boy had ever seen it.

“Son, your old dad grew up in one of these old houses.”

“You used to live here?” Sammy looked doubtful. “They’re not as nice as our house.”

His father sighed. “Right you are. You’re awful lucky that your mother’s got a big fancy house and money to send you to a big fancy school. But you and I both know a big fancy school ain’t all it’s cracked up to be, is it?”

The boy’s face looked blank. A chorus of shouts and hollers turned his attention to a particularly rough-and-tumble football match taking place down the street, mostly boys a few years older than him.

Vimes nodded toward the game. “They don’t let you play like that at the Academy of Ankh,” he explained.

Sammy considered this as more shrieks and curses echoed off the decaying edifices. “But I dunno any of ‘em,” he pointed out. 

“Doesn’t matter. Cockbill Street boys’ll toss a ball around with any little bugger who can force his way into a match. Just get in there and start running around, you’ll pick it up.”

He still looked unsure, but he ambled up to the pack as they were taking a time-out, as there looked to be some sort of hot dispute between the teams. He addressed a boy who was currently wrestling another into a headlock. “Lemme play,” he said simply. The boy in the headlock used the momentary distraction to wrench free and scamper off, sending a few other players to break off in pursuit. 

“Who’re you?”

“My name’s Sammy, ‘n I wanna join. I can kick a ball real far.”

The older boy looked incredulous. He turned around to give a consulting glance to the others, who shrugged. “I s’pose we could use another player, since STUPID JOEY’S A THIEVIN’ BASTARD!” He addressed this last comment to the direction that Joey had run. “Jus’ try to keep up, since you look pretty small,” he added. And that was that.

Vimes leaned back against a crumbling wall and, more out of habit than anything else, lit a cigar. He watched the game intently. Indeed, young Sam had ingratiated himself seamlessly, dashing and darting and hollering to keep up with the fierce competition. Once he took a nasty spill, tumbling face first onto the cobblestones, and Vimes sucked his teeth sharply. But before he could move in to help his son, the boy jumped up with an alarming fierceness, completely unbothered by his bleeding nose and scraped knees, and made a mad dash to get back into the action.

Tonight he would be brought home covered in scrapes and bruises and a tear or two in his clothes, Vimes knew. Sybil wouldn’t exactly be overjoyed, but he figured he could convince her it’s no more dangerous than herding spontaneously explosive dragons as a hobby. 

Vimes couldn’t help but smile. Whenever little Sammy got knocked down, a vengeful little gleam sparkled in his eyes, and just like a certain someone, he got right back up.

[divine-misfortune]

❛ you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel. ❜ and a pairing of your choice with a water ghoul or ghoulette 👀💦

Mist and trans masc water dew, because I make the rules-

"That's it, just keep your legs open for me."

Dew nodded shakily, both hands covering the lower half of his face. He sunk further down into the couch, heels pressed to the back of his thighs, toes curled over the lip of the cushion.

From between the gaps in his fingers he dared to watch the slow in and out motion of Mist's digits. Every time they disappeared inside of his cunt he found himself painfully aware of how wet he was. Sure, he could feel how his body leaked like a fucking faucet but the sound was what really reminded him of it.

Dew felt filthy.

Sat in a growing puddle of his own desperation. Legs opened and on display to the water ghoulette before him. He was shaking, he'd been shaking since she got him undressed - however long ago that was now.

"Don't go shy on me now minnow." Mist ran a cool palm along his inner thigh and he shuddered. "You're doing perfect, wet as a water ghoul should be. I'm so proud of you."

A third finger pushed into him in time with her praise. Dew's eyes went unfocused for a minute and he dug his nails into the meat of his cheeks, some poor attempt to distract himself from the mounting pressure in his gut. The stretch, while gradual, pulled a loud moan from him. Louder than he would have liked and absolutely whorish.

"You like that?"

Mist's question was met with a slightly garbled uh huh and she smiled coyly. The rough pads of her fingers crooked upwards and Dew's mouth fell helplessly open, he didn't think to shut it.

"J...Just like that, yeah," his voice came out unsteady and soft. He didn't trust himself to speak any louder without breaking.

"What? Here?" She asked innocently despite rubbing directly on the softer spot on his inner walls. His legs just about spasmed.

"Fuck!"

"Mhm, thought so. Good boy."

Mist sat forward on her knees and gave his clit an experimental kitten lick that left him feeling dizzy. The brief caress of her tongue sent electricity throughout his nerves. His body went tight around her bony fingers. If he could think to uncurl his claws from his cheeks he'd have found a new home for them in her hair. Loose beach waves that he'd give anything to tug on, to use to selfishly drag her closer.

He thankfully didn't have to though. She got the hint, and he was grateful she didn't think to make him beg, he couldn't have formed a coherent plea if he tried.

Her lips sealed around his swollen clit and every inch of his body felt it. Felt her lapping away at his little cock. She'd stop occasionally only to drag her forked tongue through his folds, swallowing him down like she was dying of thirst.

It was like his brain clicked off. The combination of her fingers and alarmingly skilled tongue proved to be too much for him.

He felt the telltale flare of heat in his belly and his eyes fluttered, threatening to cross. He hardly registered the foreign weight that accompanied it, too busy choking on the pathetic little whimpers bubbling out of him.

Dew came with a full body sob, knees trying to draw together to stop the endless flood of stimulation but Mist's fingers continued to stroke inside him. Dark spots obscured his vision. Too much, too much for the poor water ghoul.

And that pressure, that pressure became unbearable.

"Oh fuck, wait, wait-"

There was barely a chance for him to babble out a warning, too hazy brained to realize it before his body responded with a gush of wetness. Mist jerked back with a surprised gasp that Dew could hardly hear through the ringing in his ears.

He uncoiled from himself slowly. Boneless against the couch cushions. Dew couldn't catch his breath.

"Shit, guppy..." Mist sat back on her heels and Dew cracked an eye open in time to watch her wipe her mouth on her arm. "Didn't think you were this messy."

It was a fight to get both eyes to open and focus on her. He almost curled up in on himself again, but in absolute shame. She was covered in his cum. Droplets beaded and dripped from her chin to her bare chest.

"You're...Sweet hell, you're soaked, I'm sorry. Let me get a towel or something, I'm, fuck, I'm sorry Mist." Dew mumbled and pushed himself off the couch onto unsteady legs. His knees were practically knocking together, wobbling.

He folded easily when Mist took his wrist and tugged him to the floor with her.

"Seems like a waste...You taste so good droplet, why don't you clean me up properly, hm? Bet you're good with your tongue."

"I, um, oh...I can, yeah, I can do that."

[tyuninthemirror]

— end up here: h.k

— pairing: college!huening kai x fem!reader — genre: fluff — word count: 3219 — disclaimers: university au, shy and insecure kai. mentions of food, alcohol and sex. red hot chili peppers is mentioned quite a few times in case you're not comfortable with them. — synopsis: hyuka remembered watching you from across the room, the next thing he knew he was in your room. — series masterlist

— author's note: hyuka? an angel sent from heaven, istg. that's all. (edited 6/30)

Yeonjun's face lit up with a bright grin as he spotted you at the door.

"Oh, look who's here!" he exclaimed excitedly, his hand waving enthusiastically in your direction.

Tonight was Yeonjun's graduation party. He wasn't graduating for another month, but he wanted a head start on the celebrations over the other graduates. He invited many people from university, including you, one of his closest friends besides his housemates.

Huening Kai briefly glanced in the direction Yeonjun was waving at and caught a glimpse of you waving back, your friends, Ryujin and Yuna, closely behind you. You wore a little black dress and had a pair of Doc Marten's adorning your feet as you waved back at your friend.

"She literally just walked in the room," Soobin snickered, seeing a senior approach you. He probably asked to hook up or something gross by your middle finger response to whatever the stranger had said.

"I can't believe you're only friends," Beomgyu shook his head, lowkey teasing Yeonjun. "I would've thought something was going on between you two."

"Because she rejected me, duh," Yeonjun sighed, putting a hand over his chest, feigning hurt. "At least people willingly hang out with me, unlike you, who has to beg, Choi Beomgyu."

Before Beomgyu could respond with another potentially insulting comment, you appeared beside Yeonjun and gave him a hug.

"Nice party," you commended but shuddered after, recalling the interaction a few minutes ago. "Not really feeling the people you invited, though."

"Y/N, meet my best friends, Soobin, Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Huening Kai," Yeonjun introduced, pointing at each of them individually.

"I know, Yeonjun," you chuckled. "I'm here at least once a week, remember? I see them all the time."

Your gaze sweeps over the group of guys, who are eagerly waving and smiling at you. You return their waves, but your eyes come to rest on Huening Kai, who is staring directly at you. "Oh, except for you. Hello."

"Hi," he says in a small voice, feeling the urge to hide behind his friend Soobin who stands next to him. He hopes you didn't catch him staring at you.

He had heard his friends talking about you before. He's caught glimpses of you in the hallways a few times as well. They often talked about who you turned down each week, but tonight was the first time he understood why it was such a popular topic when he saw you up close in person. It's no wonder people are always trying to hit on you.

"Yeah, probably because he's always hiding in his room," Yeonjun teases the younger boy, throwing an arm around your shoulder. He looks around the room and grins when he sees an empty table. "Hey, let's go play beer pong!"

After a couple of 3v3 rounds of beer pong, you, Yeonjun, and Soobin in one team, the other three in another, the group disperses into the crowd.

Huening Kai walked into the kitchen to get another drink, not expecting to see you standing there doing the same. He contemplated for a minute if he should turn around and come back later or pretend he didn't notice you. It wasn't like he was trying to be rude, but you had a reputation for being a man-hater, as Beomgyu once put it.

Before he could go with plan A and turn around to leave, he heard your sweet voice call out his name.

"Are you here to get a drink, too?" you asked, holding your cup up. "What do you reckon? Rum and coke or vodka and lemonade?"

You hum a random tune as you fill your drink with the latter, not really bothered by Kai's lack of response.

Huening Kai continued to stand at the kitchen entrance, music booming loudly from behind him, but all he could focus on was your face as you hummed and made your drink. He knew he had to say something soon, or you'd think he was a weirdo, but his mind went blank.

"I really like your shirt, by the way," you told him after taking a sip from your cup. Kai looked down at his Californication shirt.

"You like the Red Hot Chili Peppers?" he finally managed to say after a brief pause. Snapping out of his mini trance, he finally walks to the counter where you stood, making himself the same drink as yours.

"Would it be considered like if I have all of their albums in vinyl?" you asked, leaning on the counter. "They're my all-time favorite band."

"Me too," Kai admitted, meeting your gaze. "I began learning the guitar because of John Frusciante."

"Oh yeah, I heard from Yeonjun you play the guitar! He said you have a nice voice, too," you watched Kai's pale complexion go from a light pink shade to dark red in embarrassment.

"N-No, not really," he stutters, looking around the room. He wanted to slap himself at how pathetic he acted in front of you. You giggle at his reaction, amused at how shy Huening Kai is.

"I'll be the judge of that," you grin, nudging his elbow with yours. "I'm guessing Californication is your favorite album?"

"Yeah, Taehyun's sick of hearing all the songs in the album in a loop," Kai admitted. "Since we share a room and all."

"Californication is good, no doubt," you acknowledge, and Kai's face lights up only for it to drop when you say, "But Stadium Arcadium is superior."

"Excuse me?!" Kai gasped. "Did you not listen to Scar Tissue? Otherside? Around the world?"

You laugh at his reaction, not expecting him to react the way he did. You think it's cute and decide to rile him up a bit more.

"To be honest, Californication is my least favorite album," you shake your head. You see Huening Kai's face crumble in disbelief. "I always skip Scar Tissue when it comes up on my Spotify and-"

Huening Kai stands there staring at you. He looks at you like you've just kicked his puppy, his bottom lip jutting out like a little boy who lost his parents at the mall.

"Kai, I'm kidding," you finally tell him, grabbing his arm as you burst out laughing. His face turns red again, unsure if it was from your touch or that you were making fun of him.

"That's rude," he mumbles, removing your hand from his arm and turning away. "You can just joke with people like that."

You stop laughing when you realize you hurt his feelings. "Kai, I'm sorry, I-"

"I'm kidding," Kai said, turning around with a smirk, copying your words.

"I deserved that," you lightly slapped his arm at his joke. "Say, I have a framed Blood Sugar Sex Magik Platinum LP back home. Do you wanna check it out?"

"Is it signed?!" he asked excitedly, his whole face lighting up like a child seeing presents under the Christmas tree on Christmas morning.

"It is."

You were both excited and nervous. You've never really met anyone in college as into the Red Hot Chili Peppers as you were, nor have you ever initiated inviting any boy over first. Plus points because you enjoyed talking to Huening Kai. He was different from a lot of the guys on campus.

Your house was just five blocks away from Yeonjun's. After bidding Yeonjun goodbye without telling him where you were headed, you and Kai make your way back to your humble abode, your stroll filled with sharing thoughts about your favorite band and other interests.

"I don't think you mentioned your favorite song," Huening Kai said in the middle of your conversation, recalling if you've ever bought it up.

"No, I haven't," you respond. You fiddle with your fingers, debating whether to share your favorite song or pick a different one that's less embarrassing.

"Well?" He chuckles at your sudden silence, enjoying getting to know you. It's been nice spending time with you.

"My favorite song is Tell Me Baby," you finally reveal after a brief pause, your face turning pink. The song was a bit too romantic, and you were worried he was expecting you to say a cooler song.

"That's cute," he says instead. "It suits you."

The two of you continue your conversation all the way. He eventually shares his hobbies, sisters, and other interests, and you do the same.

"Welcome to my house," you sang, swinging the door open after unlocking it. "Make yourself at home! No one's home because the others are still at your place."

Huening Kai takes his shoes off and walks in, looking at the photos you and your friends had put up. "You live with Yuna and Ryujin?"

"Oh, you know them?" you asked in curiosity, walking over to your fridge and taking a tray of ice.

"Yeah," he responds, unsure if he should tell you about Taehyun's massive crush on Yuna. He watches as you mix a bottle of Smirnoff with Sprite and hand him the glass.

"Nothing beats having a couple of drinks while listening to some quality music," you wink and hold your glass up. "Cheers!"

Huening Kai's eyes slowly open, and he sees little LED stars twinkling on the ceiling above him. His head is pounding, and his stomach is doing somersaults. Confusion sets in as he notices the unfamiliar bedroom decor, including a poster of the Red Hot Chili Peppers and some vinyl records on the wall. He turns to his left and sees you, sleeping peacefully beside him.

Kai can't believe what he's seeing. He quickly looks under the blanket and realizes he's completely naked. Panic sets in as he tries to remember the events from last night. All he can recall is drinking with you and listening to your vinyl collection.

In a rush, Kai starts putting on his pants quietly, hoping to sneak out before you wake up. But his attempt at stealth fails when he accidentally knocks over a picture frame, startling you awake.

"Kai, what are you doing?" you ask groggily while rubbing your eyes.

Huening Kai freezes, unsure of how to answer. He's afraid that you'll regret what happened between them, and he doesn't want to face that possibility.

"I-I have to go," he stammers as he backs away from the bed.

You sit up, pulling the blanket up to cover yourself and looking at him with confusion and concern. "Why? What's wrong?"

Kai hesitates, not wanting to make things awkward or uncomfortable between them. "I don't want you to regret anything that happened last night. I don't want things to be weird between us."

You give him a reassuring smile and reach out to take his hand. "It's okay, Kai. We're both adults, and we had a bit too much to drink last night. It happens. But that doesn't mean we have to regret it or act differently around each other. Unless… Do you regret being with me?" you ask.

Kai's immediate response is a raised voice and shaking his head. "No, of course not! I'm sorry, I just panicked."

You smile at him, trying to ease his worries. "It's okay, Kai. We didn't do anything either of us will regret. Can we just go back to bed and talk about it in the morning?"

Kai feels relieved as you squeeze his hand back. "Yeah, okay."

As you whisked the pancake mix, a contented hum escaped your lips. The familiar sound of the shower shutting off echoed through the room and you felt yourself smiling, eagerly anticipating Kai to join you in the kitchen.

It had been a long time since you woke up with someone else in your bed, and you were grateful for Kai's warmth and his shy cuddling that followed.

As you flipped the pancake in the sizzling pan, Ryujin sauntered into the kitchen. She glanced at the two plates on the counter and took note of your cheerful mood.

Ryujin crept behind you, a mischievous glint in her eye as she poked your side.

"Did my dear Y/N get lucky last night?" she teased, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. You jumped away from her poke and playfully swatted her hand away. "And now you're even making him breakfast? You must really like this one."

"Good morning to you too," you replied with an eye roll, used to Ryujin's teasing by now.

"So who's the lucky guy?" she interrogated, crossing her arms and leaning against the counter.

"None of your business~" you sang, but deep down you knew that Ryujin wouldn't let it go so easily by here intense gaze and silence.

"Huening Kai," you finally revealed, focusing on flipping another pancake.

Ryujin had a list of names running through her head, but for you to mention someone she never expected left her momentarily speechless. "Huening Kai? The one who lives with Yeonjun and never leaves his room?"

"Yes, that Huening Kai."

"I don't know, Y/N. He seems a bit…boring for you. Besides, why him? You could have had Yeonjun! Or Soobin!" she exclaimed, shaking her head.

"Boring? What does that even mean?" you asked, trying to remain calm. It was unlike Ryujin to make assumptions about someone she barely knew.

"Honestly, Y/N. He just doesn't seem like your type," she replied, her words more hurtful than she intended them to be.

"That's a pretty rude thing to say, Shin Ryujin. And for your information, I don't just get with anyone. I like Kai for who he is and we have a great time together," you defended, feeling protective of Kai's kind and gentle nature.

"Sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean it like that," Ryujin apologized, her shoulders slumping in realization of her mistake. "You haven't been with anyone since your first year of college, so I was just surprised. But you're right, you know what you're doing."

"He's a good guy," you reassured your friend. "I think you'll like him."

Ryujin left the kitchen shortly after and breakfast felt a bit tense. Kai didn't say much, but you attributed it to his possible hangover or shyness around your friends.

After breakfast, Kai announced he was heading home.

You were disappointed, after feeling a strong connection with him the night before. But as he declined your invitation to hang out, you couldn't help but feel a sense of rejection.

Little did you know, Kai had overheard everything Ryujin had said about him while coming out of the shower earlier. He was touched by your kind words, but not surprised by your friend's initial reaction. He knew that people would always have their opinions about him and you.

As Kai walked through the front door of his shared house, he was greeted by his friends huddled in the living room. As soon as they noticed him, their eyes widened in surprise. They couldn't help but notice that he was wearing the same clothes from last night's party and faintly smelled like female body wash.

"Hey man, where have you been?" Yeonjun asked with a smirk on his face.

"You're still wearing last night's clothes and smell like a girl," Beomgyu added with a teasing tone. The room erupted in laughter as they playfully teased Kai.

"Ooh, did Kai sleep over at a girl's place?" Taehyun joined in on the joke.

Curiosity getting the best of them, Soobin asked, "Who were you with?"

Kai could feel the intense gaze of his friends on him, knowing he wouldn't hear the end of it if he didn't tell them.

"I- I was out with Y/N," Kai stuttered out, feeling his face flush with embarrassment.

Beomgyu's laughter grew louder as he joked about how Kai was able to get you while Yeonjun couldn't.

"Maybe he hypnotized or put a spell on her," Yeonjun playfully accused.

"You better lock her down before she figures out you're a loser and runs away," Beomgyu continued to tease.

Taehyun elbowed Beomgyu, giving him a warning look, realizing his words may have gone too far. Kai laughed nervously, trying to brush off his friends' teasing, but deep down, their words stuck with him.

As the days passed, he found himself purposely avoiding you on campus, dodging your gaze and steering clear of any interactions. Although you didn't think much of it at first, there was a particular day when you tried to approach him in the courtyard, but the moment his eyes met yours, he did a complete 180 and walked briskly in the other direction.

Confused and slightly hurt, you observed him doing this a few more times before deciding to confront Yeonjun about it.

"Hey, is everything okay with Kai? He's been avoiding me," you asked, your concern evident in your voice.

"I don't know, maybe he's just swamped with schoolwork," Yeonjun shrugged nonchalantly, but he could see that you weren't buying his excuse.

As you changed the subject and talked about something else, Yeonjun couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt bubble up inside of him. Despite previously being interested in you, he now thought that you and Huening Kai made a perfect couple.

After Beomgyu had playfully teased him about the incident, Yeonjun couldn't ignore the younger boy's serious demeanor any longer and sat down with Kai to have a heart-to-heart talk. It didn't take long for Huening Kai to open up to Yeonjun about what had transpired between the two of you. He told the older boy about your conversation with Ryujin and how worried he was about how being with him would affect your social standing. While Yeonjun understood Kai's concerns and acknowledged that he was still trying to figure things out for himself, he also knew that ignoring you wasn't the answer.

"Y/N," Yeonjun interrupted you mid-sentence while you were discussing a new burger place. "If you're worried about him, just talk to him. He's probably just overthinking things."

With a newfound determination and encouragement from Yeonjun, you decided to finally confront Kai about his behavior.

After learning his whereabouts, you found him sitting alone in the library, buried in his textbooks.

"Hey, is everything okay? You've been avoiding me," you said in a low voice as you quietly took a seat next to him, your arms crossed over your chest. Kai looked up at you, clearly surprised to see you.

"I-I mean, no. I've just been swamped with school," he stammered, trying to think of an excuse.

But seeing the concern in your eyes made him blurt out his true thoughts. "I'm afraid that I won't be able to live up to your expectations."

"Is that your opinion or someone else's?" you challenged him, refusing to let him off easily.

He didn't respond to your question, instead choosing to keep his head down and avoid eye contact.

"Kai," you sighed, reaching for his hand like you had done on the night of the party. "I like you for who you are. You don't have to change for anyone, especially not me. Have I ever given you a reason to believe that?"

He shook his head in response but still couldn't bring himself to meet your gaze.

"I like you," you confessed boldly, looking into his eyes with sincerity. Despite only spending a short amount of time together, you felt a strong connection with him and didn't want it to be ruined because of other people's ideas or expectations. "And even if we may not have the same friends or personalities, I don't think that should stop us from giving this a chance."

A look of relief washed over Kai's features as he realized that perhaps he was overthinking things.

He finally met your gaze and leaned in slowly, seeking permission with his eyes before closing the gap between the two of you in a gentle kiss. Your heart fluttered at the touch of his lips and you happily returned it.

As you pulled away, a smile formed on your lips. "See? There was nothing to worry about. You're perfect just the way you are."

[lovinglyinlove]

THE CAFE

tsukishima kei

summary: your boyfriend and you go on a date!

note: just pure fluff! no mind breaking plot, just vibes and love (literally the description of all my works lol) hope you enjoy!

walking down the street holding hands with kei was a normal occurrence in your relationship.

people often assume that tsukishima is not an affectionate boyfriend. however, they couldn't be more wrong. he is a very doting boyfriend, he just doesn't show it in public. he's obviously not a fan of PDA but he will hold your hand and occasionally give you a small peck on the cheek.

in your opinion, that is all you need.

"what are you thinking about?" suddenly, kei pulls you out of your thoughts with that question.

"just how much I love the way you are." you reply while turning towards him with a radiant smile. he squints his eyes not expecting that answer, while he turns away a little so you can't see the small temporary blush that now adorns his cheeks.

even though you love to see him a little flustered, you don't say anything else.

tsukishima quickly changes the subject of the conversation. "have you thought about what you are going to order? I don't want to fight an angry lady because you take too long choosing again." he didn't want to, but he would do it if it happened again. after all, nobody shouts at his girlfriend and gets away with it. kei doesn't care if he's mean to a stranger, he only cares about you.

"I have actually. I'm in the mood for a hot chocolate. and you can't blame me for last time, it was our first time visiting that cafe and that lady was bitter for no reason." you say, aware that he was trying to tease you.

whenever a stranger tries to be rude to you, you don't even bat an eyelid because you know that your lovely boyfriend always has your back. he doesn't like speaking to random people, but for you he would do anything. you don't even have to ask him, he immediately feels the urge to protect you.

"bitter woman aside, you do take a lot of time when you have to pick stuff." he started the sentence seriously but when he finished it, he was grinning.

"no, I do not!"

"yes, you do. you take time choosing what to eat whenever we go out, what pen you should use when you're taking notes, what book to read next..."

"ok, I get your point!" you said while letting out a laugh.

"not that I mind, I love the way you are, indecisive and all." he said while looking straight at you and repeating the sentence you had used to make him flustered.

but it had the opposite effect on you. instead of getting shy, you looked at him with a huge smile.

you were about to respond to him, when you both realised that you had arrived at your destination. kei quickly opened the door for you and suddenly, you received a strong aroma of coffee and chocolate.

this cafe was the one you often frequented, it was small but never empty. the decoration was simple yet homely looking and it made you feel safe at all times. the staff consisted of teenagers that were dedicated and always willing to help. the menu was diverse, it had drinks of all the flavours you could imagine. the pastries always looked fresh and each one looked more tasty than the other.

honestly, you don't really know why you tried to go to a different place that one time. a friend had recommended it to you and you thought it would be great to change air for a little bit but obviously it hadn't gone well. if it's not broken, why fix it?

"I'll order for us, go take a seat." kei said. without waiting a second more, you went directly to your favourite seat. it had the best view of the entire cafe, right next to your seats there was a huge window where you could see a dog park. tsukishima liked dogs and whenever you saw one, you without fail pointed them out to him.

after five minutes of using your phone, kei came back with your drinks and a small strawberry cake to share. whenever you go out, he insists on paying for both of you. you don't really complain, knowing that later when he isn't paying attention, you slip money in his wallet. somehow, you have the inkling that he knows, but so far he never said anything, and you enjoy this little agreement that you formed.

"I forgot to ask you yesterday, when is your next match?" you questioned while taking off your gloves.

"next friday. why?" he answers observing your face and thinks that you look cute bundled up in your green scarf.

"oh nothing, just curious." your tiny smile made kei suspicious but he didn't comment anything else. he knew that whatever plan you had in mind was well intentioned, and he didn't doubt for a second that his brother was scheming with you. kei always tells you that you getting along with akiteru is a curse for him, but none of you ever take him seriously.

your evening went on as usual, talking about whatever came to mind, completely relaxed and content of being with each other.

holding hands over the table, drinking hot chocolate and enjoying the weather.

just another normal occurrence in your relationship.

[twilight-princess240]

I'm probably going to regret posting this and might delete it at some point, who knows, but I want to get this off my chest. I'll probably regret doing this on a public post on Tumblr later.

Is it weird to miss someone who you've only talked to briefly on here who deactivated their account for a reason or another, and since you don't know if there's any other social media out there they have along with the fact that you still didn't talk to them much, you'll probably never encounter them again?

Because that happened to me. I found an account by chance while perusing Tumblr, and I was interested in what posts were on there despite them being 18+ and NSFW. I honestly liked the content when looking through it and I even sent a message through the ask function admitting as such despite being unusually shy for some reason, maybe because at the time I didn't post anything (until my rant about my girl Alyssa Targaryen not too long ago) and I usually prefer to keep to myself.

I admittedly wasn't sure what the response would be and suddenly I felt like the biggest shrinking violet on the planet at the time. It was probably because it was the first time I had ever sent an ask on anyone's account, not to mention this was probably the first guy I reached out to on my own initiative outside of those I was already comfortable around on Discord. I was so nervous and to a certain extent, scared, because even though I was 22 at the time I never knew I could be so shy. I must have been pretty red in the face from my shyness too.

But he reached out to me about my ask through Tumblr's messages function, and he was honestly really kind. In the first message he sent to me, he thanked me for the kindness in my ask, and I was so surprised that he directly reached out to me that not only did my shyness kick in full force, I admittedly didn't respond to it for a month. When I finally responded, he understood I was shy for reasons I couldn't explain at the time, and surprisingly, despite my shyness still lingering, I felt comfortable around him. He assured me that he didn't feel uncomfortable about the fact that I liked a lot of his posts, which I was feeling really conscious about and had admitted to him. I felt like I could come out of my shell at least a bit, open up a little, at least to the point where I was willing to keep talking to him if we could. There were times where there were bumps in the road, where I wasn't sure if we had gotten off on the wrong foot or something or I was wondering if I was annoying or a load because of a tendency to just run my mouth at times, but overall I honestly enjoyed talking to him and his company even if it was solely through Tumblr's messages function.

However, it wasn't for long. We only talked for a few months, and even then, it was really brief and spread out partially due to different time zones. He was dealing with a lot of hate from anons who knew they could get away with it because they could hide behind screens. It was one of the key reasons if not the key reason why he eventually deactivated his blog, last year actually, and probably hasn't returned. Our final exchange, in October last year, was me wishing him luck since he was deleting his blog and possibly not returning, and he thanked me and wished me the best as well. And we both moved on with our lives.

But here's why I think I'm weird when concerning this topic and for even writing all this. It's because somehow, I miss him and feel a wish to reconnect with him and talk with him again. Aside from us talking very sparsely, I'm not sure if we even really knew each other after our message exchanging. As a result of all that, I feel like I shouldn't miss him. Yet I do, and I feel a strange desire to reconnect with him and talk with him again. I try to quash those feelings because not only will it probably never happen, to an extent I feel like it doesn't feel right to miss him and want to reconnect with him after only exchanging messages with him briefly and it being almost a year since he left.

Oh boy, this was practically an essay. While I do feel a bit better about getting this off my chest, I'm probably going to be cringing at myself for this and considering when to delete it as well. It scares me a bit, the fact that even though I didn't mention the person's name at all, someone might still figure out who I'm talking about and somehow get it to him. Well, it's still up in the air as to whether this is going to be deleted or not, but it all depends on how much I regret posting this and how mortified and conscious I feel at least a bit later over even writing this to begin with.

[almost-gabrielle]

Told Ya She'd Say Yes

requested by @frodo-cinnamon-roll. Thx for requesting :)!

***Frodo's POV***

I sighed, staring at the bar where Rosie Cotton, and lovely y/n worked. Both were chatting happily to each other as they did their duties. It's been a few months since we came back to the Shire. I've always had a crush on y/n, even before my quest began. Sam had already proposed to Rosie, which happened just a couple of months ago.

Now, I wanted to ask y/n out. But I didn't know how. And I was too scared.

"Hello? Frodo, are ou even listening?" Merry asked. He waved his hand in my face, trying to catch my attention.

And it worked. I snapped back to reality after staring at y/n from afar.

"Sorry. Wasn't paying attention," I answered quickly as I turned to face my friends again.

"Oh. Staring at y/n, are we?" Pippin smirked. He gave me a teasing wink.

My cheeks burned a bright pink color.

"Of course, I don't," I hastily replied.

"Yes, you do. You've been staring at her for the past thirty minutes, man," Merry interrupted. "You should ask her out by now."

"I can't, Merry. I'm too shy," I tried to argue.

"C'mon!" groaned Merry. "You went into Mount Doom and managed to destroy the Ring. And you think that asking y/n out is harder than that?" He stared at me in disbelief.

The duo pressured me for a bit. Sam just sat to the side, smoking his pipe. He didn't want to get himself involved, and I didn't blame him.

"I'm sure she'll say yes, Mr. Frodo," he finally encouraged. "I was scared to death when I asked Rosie to marry me a couple weeks ago, even though I knew she'd say yes. We're not close to Miss y/n, but I can tell that she adores you, even if she just watches from afar."

"See?" Pippin added. "You should ask her!"

Both Merry and Pippin shoved me towards her, and I nervously approached y/n. My hands were sweating profusely by the time I got there. I waited patiently as y/n collected orders from two other male Hobbits, who were drunkenly commenting her. That caused me to be a bit jealous. But she paid no heed to them, much to my relief.

She finally turned to me, smiling slightly. I could see a pink blush creeping up her cheeks, and she quickly avoided my gaze.

"C-Can I help you, Mr. Baggins?" she asked shyly.

"Well. . . . .," I began, wondering how I should start off my confession. "I actually have something to tell you, y/n."

She raised an eyebrow, looking really suspicious. Well, no turning back, now. It's now or never.

"Go on," she said. She sat herself down on the counter.

I took a deep breath, trying to control myself.

"I — I was wondering if you'd — if you'd like to go on a date with me?" I asked, stuttering and stumbling in between words. She stared at me in surprise, and I could feel a sense of dread settling in the pit of my stomach.

Maybe she didn't want to be with me at all.

I found myself blushing hard. This was not how I wanted things to go.

"I-I'm sorry!" I stuttered, unsure of what to say. I — I wasn't sure of what you'd say. Or if you wanted to go on a date at all! It's alright if you don't want to. I understand —"

I was cut off when I felt a pair of soft lips pressing against mine. At first, my heart stopped, and I didn't know how to react. I soon responded by wrapping my arms hesitantly around her waist. When she let go, she looked me directly in the eyes.

"Of course, I want to, Mr. Baggins," she answered.

My heart soared when I heard her say that.

"Tomorrow evening, then? If you're free?" I asked.

"That sounds great."

"I'll see you, then," I breathlessly replied.

I looked at her one last time before cheerfully making my way back to my friends. I noticed that both Merry and Pippin had triumphant smirks on their faces.

"What?" I asked casually once I sat back down.

"Told ya she'd say yes," Pippin replied.

"Shut up," I replied as I stared wistfully after y/n again.

[spacepiratenemo]

The one hug - Headcanon

#comic #fanfiction 🐭🤍🔥

This scene right here? It's one of my all-time favorites because it signifies a significant evolution in Nemo's character and behavior. ⚠ #characterdevelopment

Sure, Ace and Nemo have shared hugs before, but those moments were usually a bit one-sided. You see, Nemo's  mutated lunarian biology means she needs thermal energy to survive. Nemo doesn’t need food nor water, her biology relies on leeching heat. When her energy levels dipped, she found it tough to straight-up ask Ace for fire. Instead, she'd kinda just... hover her hand near him until he caught on and sparked them up. But sometimes, she'd pull back, feeling awkward or insecure, and that's when the grumps would kick in - so she acted like it was a major inconvenience to her.

But let's be real, it was never that big a deal. Eventually, she started to crave those moments, not for the warmth, but for the closeness. ❤

It took her a while to realise she was after his touch, not just his fire. But being Nemo, she never straight-up admitted it. So, she'd play it off cool, asking Ace to 'warm her up,' and he'd respond with a comforting hug and a casual “No need to be shy!”. And Nemo? She'd shoot back with a quick “I'm not shy. I just need heat, okay? Don’t read stuff into this! It’s not like I want this, understand?” 😅

Sure, there've been comforting embraces before, like after Nemo's breakdown from grief and loss. But this hug? This one's different. It's Nemo taking the lead, openly asking for it; OPENLY ADMITTING TO IT! *pls insert shock here* 😨

SHE hugged him - Not the other way around! And that's NEW to Ace - it’s surprising to hear these words coming from her. This moment right here? It's a game-changer, marking a shift from best friends to lovers. 🧡💛💙🖤

Thank you for your love and support; it's greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy this cute, wholesome little scene 🤩

Author’s Note.: As always, I condensed the scene a little bit to make it fit into a single post. Let’s go through this comic page by page: 

It took Nemo a few days to muster the courage to take this step, to simply embrace him, yearning for that closeness. This early morning, she couldn't hold back any longer, so she decided to just go for it - and she did, albeit regretting it almost instantly as her shyness crept in. What if this was cringe? This wasn’t cool and Nemo struggled showing any form of vulnerability openly. 

Ace, caught off guard by this new and unexpected gesture, assumed she was merely feeling chilly, especially as she shivered faintly. But when Nemo denied being cold, it sparked his curiosity. He inquired if she had another nightmare, knowing well that, if Nemo managed to sleep at all, she often grappled with haunting visions of the moon-colony’s destruction. His surprise only deepened when Nemo denied this too.

The 'pleasant' shock escalated further as she grew even more bashful, her cheeks flushing, her heart racing, her shivering intensifying. Despite her nervousness and fear of rejection, she refused to lie again. It marks one of those very rare moments where Nemo didn’t act tough (Tsundere) - but sweet instead. Using qualifiers like 'kinda' and 'sorta,' she openly confessed that all she wanted in that moment was a hug. Hearing this filled Ace with immense joy; and, as if that wasn't enough, Nemo looked as adorable as ever. She was incredibly precious at that moment,  though he couldn't vocalise this to her directly, knowing she’d only scowl at him for saying the forbidden “cute” word.  Slowly finding himself falling for his best friend too, he couldn't resist pulling her back into his embrace after she distanced herself slightly, holding her tightly, drawing her close. 'Why not just say so?' Oh, Nemo, you truly made that boy's day, and you deserve all the love and hugs in the world. 💖

[lostcauses-noregrets]

Before I say anything else I want to make it clear that I have so much respect for you Lost and I love your blog so much it's very precious to me but I want to be honest for once. I am an Eruri shipper, the reason why I am here in the first place, but before that I'm an Erwin fan and have always been and the amount of hate he gets is increased dramatically recently. And I mean of course twitter where the fans interact directly more than tiktok, tumblr or instagram. And the reason Erwin gets all that hate is because of this fandom. I don't say this on twitter or anywhere else because I am very shy but that's how I feel and I am pretty sure this will be seen as Eruri hate. But Eruri fandom on twitter is very much different and way bigger than here on tumblr. And they are very vocal. Most of the time it's fun, banter, jokes and things like that. But a part of the fandom is very vocal about their dislike for every other ship. They literally won't let anyone ship Erwin with Mike or Levi with others, especially Hange. They always mock Levi's fangirls and honestly, I don't appreciate how they talk about Levi (like something to be owned and only belongs to Erwin) or how often they insult other characters like Mike or Hange or "getting in the way of their ship". This isn't a problem for me personally because I am in the Eruri fandom and I choose who I interact with, I have an idea of who to follow and who to mute. But a regular person who doesn't ship Eruri doesn't know about that they often see those takes or jokes and this is one of the main reasons (apart from serum bowl) that Erwin gets so much hate. I would be pissed off, too if people always talked about Erwin like a guard dog or someone to be owned or a mindless lovesick idiot. I honestly forget why I like this ship when I see so ooc takes about them and I need to go back to manga to remember why. And I honestly don't understand why everyone is so defensive when another character's fan talks about this issue. Just because we like the same thing doesn't mean we are one, I am not responsible of other Eruris actions and it's okay to admit that there is a good amount of toxic Eruris. Just like any other ship. These days it feels like a big part of Eruris on twitter are very nice to Erwin for completely wrong reasons and mischaracterizing him and often cause the hate he receives. And I know you will probably disagree with that and it's okay but please don't take this the wrong way it'd kill me if you called me a hater or anything bad like that. I'm just a little frustrated with the fandom, every time I see an Erwin tweet I can't help it and click on it and oops it's once again started with an Eruri tweet mocking others or Levi or Hange or other ships whatever. It's getting worse than Armin stans to be honest.

So I have a policy of not responding to “I’m an Eruri but…” asks because they tend to be disingenuous at best, and outright abusive at worst*  I’m going to make an exception this time though, because I’ve had a number of asks like this. 

First of all, every fandom has fans who prefer arguing with other shippers rather than enjoying their own ship and the Eruri fandom is no exception.  There has always been a small minority of Eruri fans who are vocal in their dislike for other ships and characters and who seem to revel in provoking drama.  The fandom is far from unique in that respect, every fandom I’ve ever encountered has its fair share of troublemakers.  I’ve lost count of the number of fans I’ve blocked from every corner of the SnK fandom over the years.  If someone is starting shit, I don’t want them on my timeline. 

Here’s the thing though, I keep getting anonymous asks from people freaking out about all the drama and hate in the Eruri fandom, and I honestly don’t know where that’s coming from, because I’ve seen very little of it.  Certainly there are fans who hate other ships and characters, they're just a fact of life in fandom. I’ve got a particularly persistent “Anon” in my inbox right now who clearly dislikes Hanji.  I’m studiously ignoring them because a) I’m not interested in airing ship or character hate unless it’s Zeke; and b) they are very much in the minority.  I’ve been in the Eruri fandom for 8 years and I can probably count on one hand the number of Eruri fans I’ve met who hate Hanji. Quite the opposite in fact.  90% of the Eruri fics I’ve ever read feature Hanji as Erwin or Levi’s beloved best friend or wingman. Similarly, I have never seen anyone saying that you can’t ship Erwin and Mike.  Really?? I used to write extremely smutty Mikeru / Mikeri / Mikeruri fics but I’ve never heard so much as a peep of complaint. In fact one of my Mikeruri fics is my third most popular fic with almost 20K hits. 

Now, I’m not so naive as to think that drama doesn’t exist just because I haven’t seen it.  I probably spend more time on twitter than I do on tumblr, but I’ve got a comprehensive block list which means I avoid most of the bullshit.  However I usually pick up on the aftermath of any drama because people I follow tend to talk about it. What I have seen recently is people complaining about one or more trolls who are leaving abusive comments on AO3 and Curious Cat, and I’ve also seen fans getting abuse for fundraising for charities.  Doesn’t get much lower than that tbh. With one or two notable exceptions, who I’ve now muted, I haven’t seen large numbers of Eruri fans mocking other shippers and belittling Levi and other characters. So you’ll understand my confusion about your ask.  Perhaps the hate is real and I’ve just missed it.  Perhaps this has become a self-perpetuating rumour. Perhaps there’s something more disingenuous going on.  If you could give me more concrete examples of this bad behaviour, which is apparently rife in the fandom, I might be able to formulate a more nuanced response.  As it stands, I honestly don’t know how you want me to reply to this ask Anon. You’ve said that how the Eruri fandom behaves isn’t a problem for you and that you choose who to mute and who to interact with, but from what you’ve said here, it sounds like this is a problem for you.  I hate to break it to you Anon, but if that’s the case, it’s not a problem I can solve. 

I have no doubt this reply will provoke another flood of Anon hate, all of which will be ignored and deleted. That’s pretty much my last word on the matter. 

* If you think this is an exaggeration, here’s the most recent “I’m an Eruri but” ask I got just a couple of weeks ago.  This shit isn’t new, it’s been going on for years. 

[sturthepotofmadness]

What Are They? (Shattered EarthSpark AU)

Previous post here. Somewhat direct continuation of the first post, unlike the second post. I'm tracking what episodes I've written for and the order of which they're written, so in time I'll have a master post with everything in order. For now, you're dealing with me just linking to previous. Long post ahead.

"How... strange," Megatron said in a rumbling tone. His frame was it's usual flight frame, though one he taken when teaming with GHOST (a shortened version of their full name, Global Hazard and Organized Security Taskforce), along with being white and blue. His bright blue optics looked over the two strange mecha Dr Meridian had returned with. The smaller being, more femme in stature but that didn't say much, stared at him and Optimus with a bloodlust in its optics as it slowly approached them. The taller of the two was much more quiet and shy, preferring to stay near Atlas Meridian.

"Hello, little ones," Optimus chirped, tone in an unnatural sweet tone. The former Autobot was still a large truck, black and purple in color with dark red optics, a near maroon color. The smaller looked directly towards Optimus, their optics meeting. "I am Optimus."

The smaller one's optics went wide with clear adoration as they replied, "We are Twitch."

"And I," Megatron began, stealing Twitch's attention from Optimus, "am Megatron, leader of the Decepticons."

The other young mecha didn't say a word, causing Dr Meridian to say, "This is Thrash." Thrash flinched at that, giving a small wave before they stepped away a bit. Atlas seemed to have noticed, as he added, "He's... not that comfortable around others."

Megatron nodded as Optimus, back to his more bland tone, stated, "Oh joy, already taking the world so harshly." He gave the black and purple bot a somewhat strong nudge, though Optimus just responded with a bored glance.

"Dr Meridian, what are these two?" Megatron asked.

Twitch's attention went back to Optimus as Atlas answered, "I am not too sure myself. GHOST detected a faint Cybertronian signal and when I went to see what it was, I found this strange stone. When I touched it, these two appeared and the cave the stone was in gained some damage."

Optimus's helm moved, raising a bit and optics glinting. "By chance, is the stone you speak of dark teal with speckles of a brighter teal?"

Meridian seemed unsure for a moment before he answered, "I wouldn't say it was dark teal, more of an ocean color, but it did have teal specks on it."

Optimus's finials flicked up as Megatron suddenly realized what the other was implying. "The Emberstone?" Megatron blinked.

"That is my thought process as well," Optimus said, glancing towards Megatron. He looked back at Atlas and asked, "Did anything else happen when the stone was activated, assuming it is the Emberstone? A voice, most likely."

Atlas gave them a weird look as Twitch continued to stare up at Optimus and Thrash shuffled back a bit. "No, just the cave damage when these two appeared. Two of the stalactites broke," he replied.

Optimus's finials did an odd motion as Megatron blinked. "Most likely not the Emberstone, then..." Megatron muttered.

"Well, no slagging clue then," Optimus deadpanned, causing Megatron to glare at him. "Unless it's some AllSpark scrap, no fragging idea."

"Language," Megatron chastised, then immediately recognized something the former Autobot said and looked away.

Optimus shrugged in reply, then his finials flickered when he saw Megatron's reaction. "We're here on Earth anyways. I was wondering when sparklings or sparkling-look-a-likes would begin to pop up," Optimus stated. "I expected Starscream and Jetfire to be first. They're not very good at hiding when they're--"

"NO!" Megatron interrupted, slammed a servo over Optimus's mouth. Optimus just stared at him with a bored look. Megatron stated, "They do not need to know."

Optimus raised a ridge as Megatron backed away. "Eventually," the black and purple truck blandly said.

Megatron's frame relaxed slightly as he looked towards Atlas and Thrash. Optimus looked down at Twitch as the white and blue mech said, "Forgive Optimus. He refuses to censor himself around... anyone, really."

"It is fine," Dr Meridian replied as Optimus knelt down to better be at Twitch's level. "It was best to report directly to you two before seeing what connection was created between my robotic arm and Twitch and Thrash."

Megatron nodded as Optimus made a noncommittal hum, adding, "They look around the age Bumblebee was when he gained his alt mode." Megatron glared at Optimus, but the former Autobot appeared to ignore him.

Megatron looked back at Atlas and said, "Once you and your team are finished, can you send Twitch and Thrash to the docking bay?"

"Of course," Atlas replied as Optimus stood back up. Twitch lifted a servo towards him, causing him to grin.

"You'll see me again, little one. Rejoin Dr Meridian," Optimus said. Twitch's young field flared in disappointment Optimus's field just began pushing against the young mecha's own, releasing a bit of reassurance into his field. Twitch lowered her servo, stared for a moment, then walked back to Atlas and Thrash. Thrash kept his distance from his sibling, field bubbling with nervousness.

"We'll see you again in due time," Megatron said before Atlas began to walk away. Thrash immediately followed, though Twitch lagged behind slightly to stare at Optimus before finally following.

Once they left, Optimus said, "I'll be there early, once I check in one Jetfire." He didn't wait for a reply, immediately walking out of the room.

Megatron stared for a moment, then his frame relaxed immensely and he turned towards a nearby table where a machine sat, looking like a purple box with many seems and loose plating. "RAPTR Unit 3, contact Executive Agent Croft," he said.

The machine reacted. It transformed from its small, compact box form into a raptor-like body shape that was roughly twice the size of an average human teenager. RAPTR's plating was mostly purple and bits of white and slate making up the rest of the plate color. Yellow biolights were on the droid, with its snout and face being replaced with a screen and camera. (RAPTR, being short for Recall Adviser and Pair Task Reporter.)

RAPTR's screen lit up, showing a loading screen. After a few moments, the familiar face of Agent Croft appeared on the screen. All he could see on the screen was her familiar silver hair, fair skin, green eyes, and part of her uniform.

Once it was clear it was connected, Croft asked, "What was found at the signal?"

"If what Dr Meridian said and our assumptions are correct, a stone of Earthen origins that is able to create Cybertronian-like life," Megatron replied. "It has created two of them so far, both relatively are at the tail end of their sparkling phase and soon to roll over into their youngling phase."

"Interesting..." Croft muttered. "That is something to be explored at a later point." She raised her voice. "Thank you for informing me. I'll make sure there's a team with an eye on it. Is there someone able to watch over these new... younglings?"

Megatron thought for a moment.

[fancifulflora]

since i love 'to all the boys i've loved before' i wanna request a high school au where the the atoc LIs recieve a love letter from the mc. ty!

Honestly, this applies to either a university or a hs au, whichever works (Also for simplicity's sake I'm assuming you two are already friends and this is like- a confession letter in particular like in the book/movie)

Azad/Ashti

They were certainly surprised to see a little envelope tucked into their library book

Last they could remember, they had gone looking for another reference for their classical literature paper so their mysterious messenger couldn't have gone far

Sure, they'd spare a glance around the room to see if anyone still lingered but probably weren't going to push it any further before opening up the letter

That's when they recognize the handwriting.

The very sight brings a smile to their face before they even begin reading

Reading over your words leaves no noticeable reaction on their face outside of the smile, most passing by could never guess that it was a love letter in their hands

They certainly wouldn't be able to detect the mix of amusement and fondness bubbling inside them as they drank up each and every line

If it's terribly cheesy or poorly worded there is no way in hell they aren't going to tease you about it, but they know to be merciful since it's still a big act of vulnerability

Above all else, they're already planning how they were going to respond to your letter

They'd play it casually, acting as if they hadn't read the letter around you

Though it's really just a ploy for them to be certain that the way they feel for you is real

So when the butterflies in their stomach still remain restless and your very presence continues to squeeze at their heart, they simply ask.

They'll be certain to ensure the two of you have privacy before finally turning to you, a small grin on their face, asking you whether or not you meant those words

And more importantly, how long you planned on waiting before asking them out on a date

Dara/Delal

Being more vigilant about their surroundings and their stuff, getting a note to them without their knowledge was difficult

Borderline impossible

So, it left you with no choice but to be upfront and hand the letter directly to them

It certainly startles them, leaving them a little unsure as to what exactly the letter is for

At least for a brief moment

When they do finally realize what it is, they turn red on the spot and ask you if it's alright to open it right now or if you'd prefer they open it later

If you choose to let them read it right there, they'd take their time going through it and doing their best to hide their reactions

Although anyone within range could see the red on their face very, very clearly

Having known each other for a long time though, the answer comes surprisingly swift

There's no duty to Arsur to uphold, no responsibilities they have to shoulder

Leaving them free in this universe to open their heart and happily accept your confession

But if you're far too shy about it and wish for them to read it at another time, they'll abide by your wishes, though the reaction remains the same

Instead, they'll find some time to pull you aside to present you with a small gift and take the chance to take you out on a date

It'd be the least they could do since you made the first move after all

Rozerîn/Rêzan

Though friendly to those that dare approach, they tended to be on the shy, skittish side from a distance

That meant that there wasn't exactly a line of secret admirers lined up around the block for them- making the note they found in their bag all the more confusing

Just who could have left this?

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to notice your handwriting though or the simple ruling out of possible suspects in their mind

The thought that you'd feel that way about them does bring a deep red to their cheeks though, honestly, if they were to open it in the privacy of their own bedroom, I'd bet good money they'd make a noise and cover their face with their hands

Maybe kick their feet a little if your words are especially well crafted

Once they do compose themselves, they decide to return your affection in kind, drafting a letter that they plan on sliding into your bag later on

Then they throw it away and draft another

And another

And maybe after the 4th try, they'll have something that they deem worthy of sending

Then all it takes is the perfect timing for them to hide their note amongst your things, being sure to flee the scene before they're caught

Just be sure to answer them quickly because, despite their best efforts, the only thing on their mind will be your words- their subconscious already beginning to daydream up a storm

Xelara/Xelef

They're a rather charismatic and popular character around the campus, so getting cute notes and presents wasn't too unusual for them.

Most of the time they'd do their secret admirers the courtesy of reading their notes, the only exception being the rather insistent ones.

Though, the moment they found your note in their gym bag, something about it felt familiar. Was it the stationary set they had bought you a few months ago? Maybe the scent of any perfume/cologne you might have sprayed.

Either way, something was telling them that this was a note that shouldn't be ignored

They're certainly glad they listened, finding great amusement in their not-so-secret admirer

A part of them considers trying their hand at poetry and writing you a flowery letter of your own, but they just don't have the talent for it

Besides, where's the fun in that?

Instead of being direct, the fiend spends the next few days to weeks teasing you mercilessly

They'll be extra affectionate with you, extra considerate

Extra close

It excites them to be around you and the reactions you make to their flirtations were addicting

And that's putting it mildly

Lucky for you, this torture isn't meant to last forever

Once they've had their fill, they'd lay the moves on you and just when you think they might be pulling another joke on you

They reference something from your letter, a phrase, something that makes all the gears click in your brain

It's real.

Their words real, the way they feel about you

Real

[roxyoulikeahurricane]

If jeff read her diary and always knew about the baby then that makes me really side-eye him tbh, since Shauna felt pressured by him to have Callie even though she never wanted to go through the trauma of birth again and if he knew that but pressured her anyway.. what the fuck Jeff? I can forgive murder and cannibalism but somehow that feels more malicious idk lmao (was gonna respond directly to your post but I'm too shy lol but wanted to agree and add)

no I absolutely agree

the murder and cannibalism, despite how intense and by choice it becomes, is still in the name of survival. if they never turn to cannibalism and they only ever wait for death, then none of them would survive because they wouldn't all be strong enough to actually make the food if they only ever waited without action (they get compared to the andes crash a few times by outsiders but the truth is that was 2 months and those that died were destined to die or put out of misery and is a totally different problem than 19 months where everyone who survives is otherwise perfectly fine and healthy aside from ben missing a leg)

jeff having read shauna's journals is like...first of all red flag obviously, but he still only knows the outside perspective. he wasn't there, he will never understand, and i don't think shauna wrote in detail how much of the survival was by choice or even about the wilderness because when callie and jeff talk about what's wrong with shauna, jeff skips directly to "well she lost a baby" and clearly really doesn't understand just how much she went through despite having read the journals. jeff as a character is like....okay to me mostly just because he is...kind of becoming an exemplar of society the same way jackie was before she died. he thinks that yes his wife has ptsd and clearly has unresolved problems and trauma, but up until the cops show him pictures of adam's body, he very obviously still just thinks shauna is....for lack of a better word normal. and he thinks it's normal to have a family and want a family and shauna was never any good at sticking to her own wants unless she's alone. jeff is very rapidly being forced to reconcile his image of shauna (and in turn callie and their entire family and life up to now) because he doesn't know shauna at all. and before now, he didn't even think that was a possibility

i honestly think he genuinely just thought shauna was Totally Fine aside from like...maybe she gets sad and has nightmares and doesn't talk a lot before the affair, before adam's death & cover-up, before the cops, before callie got involved. i'm not on his side at all and in fact think he's either going to die (with the current direction it will probably be some stupid thing that he dies to protect or save shauna but i however think it would be him somehow someway getting sacrificed eventually and only then will he truly see shauna for who and what she is and understand just how much of a lie he fell for and for shauna it would be consuming the last part of jackie she still has) or at the most he & shauna will divorce by the end and probably become very estranged and otherwise he'd fade into obscurity to her as just another piece of jackie she's lost

i think jeff truly believes in this image of normalcy and overlooks the symptoms and signs shauna shows because he wants the normalcy to be the truth and to be real. he sees the normalcy that jackie represented in the wilderness and died trying to standby and uphold and not the wilderness that took her place and consumed shauna in those 19 months, and jeff probably thinks that's what shauna wants; to be normal and pretend it wasn't that bad ever. which is what she wants when she marries him, even if subconsciously she's still just clinging to jackie through him. i think jeff wanted callie because he wanted a kid and thought in maybe some fucked up way that shauna having another kid who was statistically way more likely not to die would "fix" the broken parts, and shauna gave in and had the kid because she genuinely wanted him to be right but even when callie survives it doesn't work because it was never going to work

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Ok but like imagine singer reader who’s like the star of a show but is underscovered so like one day after working a shift for Val she goes to her room and starts singing and Val overhears it from the cam and mic and every demon seeing is just screaming for more

I've thought of like, hypothetical scenarios where "Reader is helping clean a set as a janitor as a second job or is help cleaning the strip club after close (i don't think it actually closes though, like conceptually) and Valentino catches you signing and bopping your hips because no one is around so you're getting sassy with it"

Like I think I mentioned it before but imagine Reader just being like "just collab with other artists or industries or just like sponsor a talent for something else and then bring them to porn later, more people will want to fuck a celebrity turned sex worker over just a sex worker outright, it's the purity culture of it or whatever" and Val is just "k bet" and decides to make you some kind of test subject or like, he discovers your secret career or maybe you have a sms account where you're blowing up for songs and dance covers or whatever and he decides to kind of like, see what happens if maybe he promotes you a little more. Like his boyfriend literally basically runs the tech and media world of the Pride Ring, it would be very easy to arrange you a TV spot or some kind of performance where he could sort of test, ok you think you're such hot shit, let's see you walk the walk. Also lowkey I just straight up see them doing insider trading shit, buying stocks in companies or your label or whatever before they know youre going to drop a song or do a certain sponsorship and Valentino is like "oh this is actually pretty lucrative, tf 😳"

You know how celebrities and public figures will like deliberately have PR stunts where they pretend to date for publicity and shit. Imagine Valentino tries to do that with you and realizes oh wait shit you know what I'm too possessive for this shit actually 😜 or he even, decides he himself will be the "celebrity" you're publicly dating like lmao the articles and photos of you two together drop and it starts rumors and people are responding with that one image of the hamster and the banana and he's like "hmmm business opportunity while I can simultaneously be a creep maybe? 🤔" like he leans in, maybe even being publicly flirtatious and such, doing things he knows will get clicks and articles, like suddenly he's getting you really fixed up to hang out at clubs together and be some sort of weird power couple and also like, depending on your public persona maybe he's using the absurdity of the pairing to gain attention, like if you're a sweet peppy popstar and you're a little shy and then there's. Him. No extra commentary needed lol. Like you know how certain headlines male you go "no way" and you just have to read and see for yourself? He capitalizes on that. He IS a businessman after all

Also god yeah I still occasionally think of that one "readers room is an old set they don't use for whatever reason and it has hidden cameras someone turns on" because of all the different routes for that. Like imagine you're toiling away as a server and you find out about the livestreams and one night you're pissed and he's getting under your skin and you start being a brat and then whenever he basically starts threatening you, you hit him with "oh, well, if im such a stupid bitch I guess I can get another place to live and ruin your little livestreams right? Or what if I just walked into my room and stared directly at the camera and let everyone know that I know they're watching which will INSTANTLY lose you at least half the viewership because they get off on knowing I don't know I'm being watched?" And it just shuts him right up as you basically tell him you're not going to pay rent anymore and you're going to use your wages on things you want for yourself and he can just deduct your rent from all the money he makes from the livestreams

Like I just sit and think of ways Reader could fuck with him or try and turn around this creepy situation to her benefit. Like you're in your room and you know you're sitting at an angle where no one can see your phone and you're occasionally maybe even browsing the chat of your own livestream and you see username [mod] mothpimp repeatedly being a creep and you know it's him so you just text him something like "oh you can say I got a nice ass in a chat room but be a bitch to my face?" And like THIS is how you tell him you know. Or like, something you already do a lot is talk aloud and so you just say shit out loud to make the stream laugh at him or mock him and shit. Like you roll your eyes and 'slam your phone down' "Valentino is such a cunt. Acting like he's hot shit and He's That Bitch when he's got literally no ass, cake nonexistent"

Because think about it, if you aren't happy or at least calm, your streams suffer. Yeah the hard-core fans will notice changes in your demeanor, or, like, maybe reader kind of adapts to this like lowkey traumatic situation and becomes completely desensitized to being watched in her room because maybe it starts having legitimate benefits, besides all the consequences. I imagine realistically it would be very difficult to keep anyone from letting you know about the livestreams and I've even considered Valentino not letting you have a phone or certain tech so that you quite literally cannot find out you're online without your knowledge, but, I mean, for fictional stories you can do anything. It's My sleepover and I get to pick the movie and I like the idea of Reader becoming like actually semi famous over this shit because it's like, yeah perverts are watching but maybe some people start watching you because they think you seem nice or maybe they share a hobby with you and some people are like getting legitimately parasocial, like developing that one mental illness where someone believes a celebrity or artist or singer is performing specifically for them and confessing their love for them" which actually now that I think about it that's a Villain!Present Mic fic idea I started a draft for ages ago

But yeah like, maybe Reader even forces Valentino's hand to give her a decent or even substantial wage on the argument that, you being able to buy shit and like entertainment stuff gives you more to do in your room, and thus, more content for the streams, and like, he seems like a tightwad who barely pays his employees shit but like, he's also A Total Weirdo Himself and he's curious/eager to see what all you would do because, bruh if an employee hadn't began livestreaming your room he probably would have just watched the streams privately. I've also considered, for this concept and also just in general, imagine stumbling on Valentino's phone left open or he's got some hot pink laptop he leaves open or like maybe you're even in his house (like the gang was in the limo and he stopped at his house to grab something and everyone is briefly inside) and you just discover he's got, um, a suspicious amount of materials of you saved. Screenshots, photos, I've even be like "what if Valentino was openly indifferent and maybe even rude as fuck to the Reader but it's a fucking lie and he's a tsundere and he leaves his phone open one day and you find it and there's just like tons and tons of videos where he just came in your room while you were sleeping and just watched you apparently"

And, also ok, to be horny on main like, his eyes glow in the dark and shit and imagine going to sleep in like shorts or something and during your sleep you just kind of roll around and wind up over the covers or partially exposed and he can just walk up and, take his finger and just part the crotch of your shorts and underwear. just looks at/photographs/drools over the sight of your pussy like a creep. you eventually snap out of sleep with his mouth between your thighs and all you can see is the glowing pink in the darkness as you basically wake up with an orgasm, like 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 and of course he still needs to get off too and, well, since you're awake now and everything, and already so dripping wet for him---