#I kinda prefer the old way where you just kinda have to stumble around and explore everything to eventually have some npc give you a hint

[clouds]

whenever I go back and play older games I realize how difficult it is to figure out what to do or where to go next

[alchemistc]

"Is it okay if I call you my boyfriend?"

Tommy is - Tommy is maybe being ambushed. He's barely through the door, night five in a row of convincing himself (and then talking himself around under and through, and then re-convincing himself) that if Evan wanted a break, or time to himself, he wouldn't keep inviting Tommy over.

"Hi," Tommy says, overnight bag in his hands, the spare key Evan had given him on night three ("It's not too soon if we don't think about it too hard." "I'm just following your lead, psycho," Tommy had responded, but he'd gathered him in for a series of kisses, all the same.) still rattling amongst his own house and car keys in his hand. "How was your day, Evan? Mine was great, thank you for asking."

Evan shoots him a mildly snarky look in response, already rounding the kitchen table to grab for Tommy's bag. Tommy watches in something approaching dangerous levels of smitten as he hooks Tommy's keys next to his on one of the hooks above the sideboard, as he hefts Tommy's bag up out of Tommy's hands and behind him, four stairs up towards the loft, where one of them will inevitably trip over it when things get hot and heavy and they forget it's there. Tommy knows this, because it's happened four nights in a row already.

He should give Evan his spare. Let him nest by slowly bringing over pots and pans until he's satisfied with the tools available in Tommy's kitchen. They won't have anything to trip on in Tommy's ranch, Tommy lies to himself.

Evan hooks fingers in Tommy's belt loops, and tugs him in. This is where the real ambush happens. Evan will press his lips to Tommy's, slide his tongue to the roof of Tommy's mouth, bite down on Tommy's lip just when Tommy is thinking he might have a chance of coming out of it with his brain cells more or less intact, and then he'll pull a ridiculous move like sliding his hand into Tommy's back pocket and Tommy will lose the entire plot.

Or.

Evan tips forward and lets his lips linger over Tommy's, a beat, two, three, and then he tilts his head and rather than changing the angle of the kiss he pulls away, bright eyed gaze searching Tommy's face for - something. Tommy knows what the something is but they're moving at a pace that puts card carrying UHaul Caribiner Lesbians to shame so he's pretending he doesn't know. "Serious question, actually. I - you always use 'partner' when you're talking about your - the guys you - exes? and I don't want to make you uncomfortable but I - I kinda like boyfriend."

'Your - the guys you - exes' incorporates a fair number of pillow talk confessions Tommy's made about the overly casual relationships he's maintained in the past for months (years, sometimes) without a real label, so Tommy doesn't take offense to the way he stumbled through it. He's so utterly charmed by this man.

"Boyfriend is fine," Tommy tells him, because he doesn't really have a preference, either way. Partner is - easier. Partner had worked well for him when he was newly out and trying desperately to make it seem like he was a regular old member of the community, and not shitting his pants every time someone referenced Tommy dating a man, like it was a completely normal occurrence and not at all something he'd spent decades trying to hide. A transition phrase, really, only he'd gotten used to it and then he'd hit thirty-five, and then forty, and the first semi-serious relationship he'd had he'd used partner, and it'd stuck.

He's ready for a real kiss, now that that's decided, but Evan twirls away before Tommy can angle his head in for it. Something is sizzling in a skillet when Evan takes the lid off, and Tommy resorts to eyeing the pull of his shirt across his shoulders so he doesn't do something ridiculous like pout about not getting his mind-altering greeting kiss.

This is a pair of jeans Tommy hasn't seen before - lighter wash than Evan usually prefers, and doing absolutely amazing things for his ass as he shifts from foot to foot.

"Come taste," Evan says, darting a look over his shoulder and absolutely catching the way Tommy's eyes bounce up guiltily. They are apparently just blazing right past the 'boyfriend' thing.

It's - too early. Maybe. Tommy's never had the greatest idea for when relationship milestones are meant to happen, or in what order they should happen in. He's not about to ask Eddie, Mr. Move A Girl In And Have Her Watch My Kid While I Engage In An Emotional Affair With My Dead Wife's Doppelganger.

Which is a shame, because Eddie's one of the few friends he has that will really get into the nitty gritty of feelings conversations without a million no homo disclaimers, like Tommy isn't incredibly aware of how Not homo his friends are. Like Tommy has ever shown an inkling of attraction to ninety-nine percent of them (Sal, at his bitchiest east-coast moments, a glaring exception to a general rule).

He's too busy licking sauce off the spoon Evan's already blown on to cool for him to give it too much more thought. Screw appropriate timing.

"Mmm," he murmurs, when Evan raises a brow. "Needs more garlic."

"You always say that."

And Tommy feels a little warm, beneath his sternum, at the idea that they've done this enough times for Evan to be saying things like 'you always say that' with more than a hint of exasperation.

"Am I ever wrong?"

Evan pouts, and it's adorable in all the best ways. "No," he pouts some more.

Tommy finds himself a stool, and takes a moment to recalibrate, to resettle into his bones. He slides a finger along the edge of a leaf of the plant sitting front and center on the island, bought two weeks ago at a farmers market he'd had to drag Evan out of bed for. It's a little over watered. He's been meaning to tell Evan for three days now.

Tommy breathes, and breathes, and breathes some more. The plant - Geraldine, according to a very concentrated Evan, who'd stared at the thing until a name 'spoke to him' - stares back with the yellowed edges of her leaves.

"You don't mind partner, do you?" he asks, when he feels like he has his bearings again. He could... probably switch it up. Make an attempt, at least. The other option hovers over him like an anvil, just waiting for the Benny Hill music to cue up, for Tommy to think it a little too hard and a marriage proposal to come pouring out of his mouth in a comedy of errors that ends with them hitched in Vegas without any alcohol to blame. He doesn't need Eddie to tell him that is too much too soon.

Evan shifts his weight so that he can keep stirring while still maintaining eye contact. "No. It's - it's nice."

"A ringing endorsement. Evan, if you prefer -."

"I wanna be that. For you. Whenever - I mean I called you my boyfriend today on a call and Chim gave me shit for it the rest of the day but I started thinking about it. If - if you ever refer to me like that. Partner is... partner will be good." He's tiptoeing around the point, the whole reason he'd brought it up in the first place, no doubt.

Tommy can't remember ever having this specific conversation before. He'd so rarely needed it, had kept his work and personal life so separate that if the word slipped he never needed to worry about it getting back to the guy he was seeing at the time.

Tommy isn't reading into the preferences outlined. Partner, for Evan. Boyfriend, for Tommy.

"Am I --." Tommy pauses. He can tell based solely on Evan's reaction that he's doing a horrendous job of hiding the uncertainty in his expression. "Why boyfriend?" he finally settles on.

Evan's face flushes pink. "I...kinda didn't mean to say it? I - well it almost came out as My Tommy, and Hen would have died laughing and probably renamed you in the group chat. But. It was. I said it and it felt." He gestures, unsure himself now, which wasn't Tommy's intention. "I know we haven't talked about it. It's probably way too soon and you're just indulging me, but it felt like - like finally getting the last word in the Sunday Crossword. In pen."

He's constantly knocking it out of the park with contrived analogies that somehow make Tommy want to curl up under twenty blankets and watch Love Actually with a pint of Americone Dream. Tommy's gonna give him the extra spare that's been dangling off his keychain for a week and a half.

"Evan," he says, heart in his throat, the heavenly scent of garlic tickling his nose. "You gotta stop saying romantic shit to me or I'm gonna lock you in my spare room until I find a ring that doesn't come off."

It's not a proposal. They're - this is all - neither one of them has any chill about the other. He's shared secrets with this man he was sure he'd take to his fucking grave.

Evan smiles cheekily at him. "I always figured, with the job, y'know, I'd get a tattoo."

The hair on his arms stands on end, for a moment. Christ.

Jesus Christ.

"Sounds painful," he says, when he can't come up with a single way to bounce out of this conversation. He doesn't want to, is the problem.

He should want to, maybe. Probably.

"And, like, super permanent," Evan adds, still smiling, eyes doing that crinkly thing at the corners. "Definitely won't come off. Not without painful lasers, anyway."

"Better to just keep it, then," Tommy murmurs, voice a few registers lower than he usually speaks, doing everything in his power not to stare at the bare left hand Evan has settled on his own hip.

He blinks, and turns to stir the sauce. Clears his throat, and settles the lid back on the pan. "So. Boyfriend. It's - you don't mind- I can call you that."

Tommy watches him fidget and wonders how he'd ever managed to keep it cool for as long as he did. "For now," he says, and Evan swallows, and beams

[strang3lov3]

Lookalike

Soft Dom!Joel x Fem Reader

Summary: Joel stumbles upon your dirty mag, noticing your favorite pages bear a striking resemblance to himself! Takes place in Jackson sometime after TLOU

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI SMUT!!!  This is not fluffy even a little bit, kind of pervy joel, kind of sleazy too, smut, female masturbation, cunnilingus, soft dom!joel, shy reader, consensual PIV sex, humiliation kinda, joel loves a full bush, begging, joel is dominant but not like, aggressive?? let me know if I missed any

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Javier Peña is Joel’s pornstar doppelgänger. I don’t make the rules.

After a long day, Joel was ready to relax and enjoy a bonfire with you. It’s how you spent a lot of summer nights in Jackson, you and Joel and sometimes Ellie just sitting around the fire, sharing stories and shooting the shit.

Tonight Ellie was at Dina’s having a sleepover, leaving just you and Joel together. It was nice to spend nights alone with Joel. Sometimes you’d talk about anything and everything and other nights you’d just share a comfortable silence. After everything you went through on your way to Jackson, it was nice to enjoy some peaceful nights with Joel. 

Upstairs, Joel changed into some plaid pajama pants and a slim fitting t-shirt and made his way through the hall and to the top of the staircase, his heavy footsteps alerting you of his presence. 

“Joel?” you shouted to him from the kitchen. You were preparing a snack in preparation for the bonfire. “Can you grab me a hair tie please?” 

You were peeling apples and slicing bread to make pudgy pies for you and Joel to share. It’s one of the campfire snacks he introduced to you and Ellie. Back before the outbreak, he said, people would use canned pie filling or peanut butter and Nutella as filling for the toasted sandwiches. Now you had to get more creative, so you opted for spiced and sugared apple slices. You preferred berries, but apples were Joel’s favorite filling for dessert. You didn’t mind. He used to make these for his daughter.

“Where can I find one?” he called back. 

“On my bedside table, right by the lamp,” you stepped closer to the staircase so you didn’t have to raise your voice as much. “It should just be a plain black one.”

Joel nodded and walked to your room. At your bedside table, he didn’t see any hair ties. Just some jewelry and a comic book Ellie lent you that she wanted you to read. Perhaps it was in the drawer? 

 Joel opened the drawer and rummaged around your belongings. There was a bottle of your favorite almond scented lotion from the local soap maker, your journal and some pencils, but no hair tie. He should have called out to you to ask if there was another spot your hair tie might be at, but curiosity got the better of him. He knew it was wrong to snoop through your personal belongings, but he couldn’t help himself.

Joel pulled the drawer out a little further and lifted your journal up. His eyes widened at what he saw. It wasn’t your hair tie, that was for damn sure.

 Under your journal was an ancient porno magazine, probably from the 70s or 80s. Joel didn’t bother checking for a date. He had to know what the hell was in this old ass magazine that you were using to get yourself off. He remembered these kinds of magazines from when he was a teenager. They were often tacky and somewhat over the top compared to the explicit videos he’d watched on the internet before the outbreak, but they did the job. Who was he to judge?

Joel sat on your bed and flipped through the pages of the magazine. There were women in frilly chiffon lingerie with bushy and unkempt pussies, just the way he liked them. That was one nice thing about the outbreak, a lot of women ditched the beauty standards of the 90s and 2000s and went au naturale. Joel loved it as a young man then and he still loves it now, decades later.

The magazine nearly flipped itself open to one particular centerfold. It was a man fucking a woman from behind, her back arched and hair covering her face. They were at the edge of the bed, her fingers gripping the retro floral duvet cover. She was beautiful, but it wasn’t her who captured Joel’s attention. It was the man. 

He was tall, dark, and handsome with a thick downturned mustache, not unlike Joel’s. He had dark hair and dark eyes as well. Even his nose was similar to Joels, strong and sharp with a curve. Joel couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. The pages were worn and the corners were dog eared, leading Joel to believe that these must be your favorite pages. His ego soared, as if it needed to be any bigger. He always had a feeling that you had a thing for him.

Downstairs, you were growing irritated. “What is taking so long?” you muttered to yourself. Joel was taking forever to find the hair tie you had so neatly placed next to the lamp on your bedside table. After turning off the burner of the stove, you paced through the kitchen and up the stairs.

 “You are such a man, you know? You guys are terrible at looking for things. If it was a snake it would have bit you,” you grumbled out, half talking to yourself and half talking to Joel. You opened your mouth to continue speaking as you walked into your room but froze when you saw Joel on the bed, thumbing through the pages of your dirty secret. 

“I found your spank bank,” Joel taunted with sarcasm, not yet looking at you. He flipped through a couple more pages before turning to face you, his intense stare meeting your flustered expression. 

You were frozen in embarrassment, completely unable to speak, unable to move. Your face felt like it was on fire and you could hear your heart pound in your ears. 

Joel’s low and gravelly voice filled the silence. “Didn’t mean to embarrass ya, baby. It’s okay. Human nature,” he winked at you with a crooked smile. 

You quickly stepped over to him and tried tugging the magazine out of his hands, but he held on tightly. “Joel,” you pleaded as your sweaty fingers slipped off of the paper.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he chided you. “This dude here kinda looks familiar, doesn’t he?” Joel looked at you with a knowing expression as humiliation filled your chest. Yeah, he looks just fucking like you. Leave me alone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Joel,” you muttered angrily. You were about to burst into flames, whether from embarrassment or anger you didn’t know. You didn’t care. How dare your body put your shame and embarrassment on display? You were giving Joel exactly the kind of sick satisfaction he absolutely did not deserve. 

“Oh, baby. I think you know exactly what I’m talkin’ about. Look at how you’ve dog-eared these pages,” he used his pointer finger to trace the bent triangles at the corners of the pages. “Guy looks just like me, doesn’t he? Is that what you like so much about these pages?” his southern drawl had your stomach doing flips. “I know they’re your favorite, magazine practically opened right up to them.”

You ignored his question. “The pages were like that when I found the magazine,” you tried lying, but it was a futile attempt. This was bullshit. Joel was the one who was caught red handed, and yet you were bearing the brunt of the humiliating situation. Only Joel Miller could spin this situation to work out in his favor.

“Sure, sweetheart,” you reached for the magazine again, but Joel pulled it out of your reach. “You know baby, you didn’t have to fantasize with a dirty old magazine if you wanted to fuck me. All you had to do was ask.”

You said nothing, just glared at him. Joel wore a loathsome smirk as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. 

“Wish I knew this is what you were usin’ to get yourself off at night. All those pretty noises, all this time. They were all for me, weren’t they?”

Any words you could think of got caught in your throat, it felt like dry swallowing a pill. You just looked at Joel with pleading eyes, begging him to stop making you feel like a fool. If you weren’t so embarrassed, you’d be yelling at him for rifling through your private belongings and calling him presumptuous asshole for insinuating you fantasized about him. Of course, he was entirely correct in his assumption. You were completely and utterly infatuated with him. Even when you weren’t using his doppelgänger to get yourself off, you were thinking of him all day long. 

 “Please,” you finally choked out, feeling tears prick your eyes. You couldn’t take any more of this torture. “Just stop.”

“Oh, sweet girl,” he spoke with a soothing tone. Joel placed a hand on your thigh and twiddled his fingers along the fabric of your pajamas. “You know I’m just gonna keep buggin’ you until you tell me what I want to hear.” Joel looked at you with his sparkling brown eyes, darkened with lust. “So what do you like about these pages, baby?”

Turning your face towards your lap, you whispered your response to his prodding question. “I like the way he’s fucking her,” If that’s all it’d take to make him stop, might as well spill your guts.

“Yeah, I do too. It’s sexy, isn’t it?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, glancing at the familiar image. Joel was 100% right. Those were certainly your favorite pages. You didn’t even need them anymore, the picture was tattooed on your brain. “I like how the man looks.” you admitted with bravery.

“I bet you do. Because he looks like me, right?”

You nodded your head shyly. You couldn’t believe yourself, giving up and letting Joel win. He’d never let you live this down. But maybe if you butter him up a little he’ll let you off easier. “You’re more handsome, though,”

“Oh, baby. Gonna make me blush,” Joel replied to you with a saccharine smile. He really did seem genuinely flattered by your comment. “This is really what you look at when you’re playing with your pussy?”

“Yeah, kind of,” you say, feeling some confidence fill your chest. “I pretend it’s you fucking me like that.”

“Is that right?”

“Mhm,”

“You’re such a good girl for me, baby. I like knowin’ you think of me like that,” he praises you for finally letting go of your embarrassment. He doesn’t only want to tease you. If this is what you fantasized about, he was gonna make your dreams come true. 

Joel takes one of your hands in his own and moves it to your center, pressing your fingers against your core. You gasp at the feeling of your wetness on your pajama pants. “Think you can do somethin’ for me?”

“What?” you murmur.

“I want you to give me a show, baby. Show me how you touch yourself when you’re lookin’ at that magazine,” Apprehension fills your bones once again at his words. “Don’t be nervous, sweetheart. I just wanna see how pretty you look when you come. And after you do that, I’ll fuck you just like how he’s doin’. What do you say?”

“Just like, touch myself?” you laugh awkwardly at his request. This cannot be happening. Right?

Joel sets the magazine down and helps you to the top of the bed. He leans you against the pillows and kisses your lips for a second, and every time his tongue mingles with your own your anxiety melts away, little by little. This is all so surprising, maybe he does really want to make you feel good.

He kisses you gently and with care, using his lips to encourage you to let go again. He kisses the side of your mouth, then your jaw, your neck, and down your body before lifting up your pants and looking at you expectedly, asking permission to remove your clothing. You nod and he helps you out of your pajamas. It’s all so sudden and you feel exposed, all naked and laid out for Joel.

“You’re beautiful,” Joel says earnestly as he takes one of your wrists and guides your hand to your needy pussy, encouraging you to show him what you look like when you’re whimpering at the thought of him in the middle of the night. You don’t touch yourself yet, though. You cover your center with your hand, slightly embarrassed by the thick tuft of hair surrounding your vulva.

“I haven’t shaved in forever,” you say sheepishly. It’s kind of silly, worrying about body hair at the end of the world. But you can’t help it.

“That’s alright, sweetheart” Joel says as he reaches for the magazine and flips to one of the first pages he saw, a woman spread eagle with her full bush on display. She’s smiling and radiates confidence. “See? It’s a beautiful thing. It’s how they’re meant to be.”

You’re skeptical. “Do you really think so?” 

“Of course I do. I love your pussy, it’s beautiful just how it is,” Joel grips your thighs and parts your legs, and your fingers gently drop to touch your dripping center. Joel reaches forward and places his hand over yours, helping you circle your clit with your middle finger. It’s slow at first and you squeeze your eyes shut, still feeling slightly awkward. Masturbating for someone else to watch is completely different from sex. You feel vulnerable, like you’re being studied under a microscope. You don’t feel that way for long, though.

Joel continues to help you circle your clit until he senses you becoming more confident, then removes his hand to watch you do your thing. Your fingers swirl around your hole as you gather your slick, then travel up again to rub your clit in those same circles he helped you create. You let out little gasps and whimpers, and it’s music to Joel’s ears. Finally, he has an image to match with the moans and other noises he hears from your room.

Usually you can get yourself off fairly quickly but with Joel in front of you, it takes a little longer. You open your eyes and peek at him. His dark and hungry eyes are focused on your center, but they flick up to your own. He smirks devilishly at you for a half second then goes back to watching your actions, almost obsessively. He is obsessed.

The sight of him pushes you closer to the edge, and he watches your pussy twitch as you finger your clit even faster. His expression changes then. He’s no longer looking at you with adoration and lust. Joel looks angry and jealous, with a furrowed brow and a scowling frown. You tilt your head slightly in confusion but before you can think Joel lunges forward and rips your hand away from your cunt, pinning it next to your torso. 

“Let me taste you?” he whispers. You nod hurriedly in response. Lick me, touch me, do anything.

He presses a kiss to your clit and you gasp in surprise. “This is my pussy now,” he growls. Now that he knows what you look like touching yourself for him, he can’t just sit there and watch you anymore. Joel’s desperate, he needs to make you come. “From now on, you’re only gonna come when I say so. Do you understand?”

You mumble incoherently and Joel swats your thigh, not satisfied with your answer. “Do you understand?” he repeats, his voice dark and serious.

“Yes, Joel,”

“Good girl. You just relax now, let me take care of you,” he instructs you. Your head falls to the pillow, and you let out a soft exhale as Joel wraps his strong arms around your thighs and pulls your pussy to his face. Joel inhales your scent deeply, enjoying your aroma. 

He licks a long stripe from your slick hole all the way to your clit, flattening his tongue against you. He licks every inch of you, memorizing your folds with his deft tongue. When he’s satisfied with the way he’s worked you up, he focuses on your clit, flicking it with his tongue before inserting two fingers inside of you. 

“Joel,” you gasp out, hands reaching for his salt and pepper curls. Your thighs clamp around his head and he removes his hands from your body to spread them out again. 

“You stay open for me now,” he commands. He plunges his fingers back inside you and curls them upward, hitting that spot that makes your knees weak and your eyes see stars. You moan loudly when Joel’s lips attach to your clit once more, this time gently sucking on the sensitive bud. He’s drunk on your taste, completely addicted to your flavor. His tongue continues dancing on your center and you pull him close to you, rutting your hips into his face. Every once in awhile you swipe his nose and he uses the opportunity to dip and twirl his tongue inside of you. 

This is the best way to eat pussy, Joel’s learned. Find out what makes her tick and keep doing that, let her grind on his lips and nose. Right now, your wish is his command.

You reach down and grab his not working arm to bring it towards your breasts. Joel picks up what you’re putting down immediately and trails his hand over your breasts, pinching and twisting your pebbled nipples. That’s all it takes to have you coming in his mouth. 

You cry out his name as you buck your hips into him, fighting the urge to push him away when the feeling becomes too intense. 

Joel doesn’t allow you to catch your breath. He flips you on your tummy and drags you down the bed, his fingernails pressing into your skin. “You did so good for me, baby. You gonna let me fuck you now? Just like you pretend, right?” He pulls his shirt over his head and steps out of his pajama pants behind you.

“Yes, Joel, please,” you whine.

“I like hearin’ that. Keep beggin’ for me,” Joel demands as nudges your thighs apart with his knee. He teases your slit with the tip of his cock, painting his precum on your skin. He pushes the tip inside, not yet dipping all the way inside you.

“I need you,” you sob with desperation. 

“Need me to what?” He knows what you need, but Joel’s gonna make you spell it out to him.

You let out a groan of frustration and back your ass into his hips. Joel chuckles at your annoyance. “Come on now. Tell me what I want to hear,” he repeats his words from earlier. “Put that pretty mouth to use.”

“I need you to fuck me,” 

“There you go. Was that so hard?”

Joel wraps his hands around your hips, his fingers digging into your lower stomach and his thumbs pressed firmly into your lower back and slams his hips into you. His fingernails leave dents in your skin.

You yelp at the sudden contact, not expecting him to go so hard and fast. His thick cock stretches you out and you can feel the tip hitting you deep inside. 

“Always knew this pussy would feel good,” he mumbled behind you, beginning his firm pace. 

You arch your back into him, using your body to tell him what you need. You love the way he feels, so strong and holding you so tight. It really is a fantasy come to life. “Don’t stop, please,” you cry for him.

“Mmmm,” he hums. “You love this cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, Joel,”

“That’s right. It’s all for you, baby,” he continues pounding into you.

Joel stops for a second and flips you over on your back. He apologizes, “Sorry, sweetheart. I know I said I’d fuck you like them in the magazine but fuck, I gotta see you,” he says. “Can’t let you hide those tits from me anymore.”

Joel pulls your legs up and places them over his shoulders, opening you up even deeper for him. He lets out a moan at the change in position.

He admires the way you look, all of it just for him. Your half lidded eyes, mouth open and spilling out moans and obscenities with every snap of his hips. You’re completely fucked out.

You reach down to thumb your clit and he smacks your hand away. “What’d I say earlier? You come when I say. I didn’t say, did I?” he scolded you.

“N-no,” you stutter out. 

Joel takes your wrists into his hand and pins them above your head. “Can’t trust you, sweetheart. Thought you were gonna be a good girl for me,” He snakes his other hand between your thighs and circles your sensitive clit with his thumb ever so lightly. Torturing you with what could be and never giving you more. 

The wet squelching noises of your pussy and the slapping sound of skin hitting skin have your head spinning. Joel fucks you at a merciless pace, frenzied and desperate. He’s savoring the way you’re squirming under him, straining your wrists against his locked grip. He knows it’s agonizing, almost painful the way you’re aching for release. But he’s determined to teach you a lesson. 

“Please,” you choke out. “Just make me come,”

“I don’t know that you deserve it, baby, Touchin’ yourself to that picture of my lookalike? That’s awful selfish of you,” he chided you. “Depriving me of this?”

“Joel,” you whined. You’d do whatever it took to get some release.

“Tell me how long you were needing me,” Joel panted. “Weeks? Months?”

“I don’t know. Forever,” you admitted. “I need to come now, please.”

“Forever? I wish you said somethin’ earlier, baby. You wouldn’t be in this mess,”

You didn’t know how much more you could take. Tears of frustration were streaming down your cheeks, each of his thrusts hitting deep and massaging your insides. You were right there, you just needed permission to let go.

Joel was right there with you, also struggling to hold on. He wanted nothing more than to keep fucking you without allowing you to finish, but he’d never seen something so erotic and sexy. Your body, tangled in his own, your twitching thighs and furrowed brow. And he was responsible for all of it, responsible for turning into this wreck. 

“You’re takin’ me so good, sweet girl. Beggin’ and askin’ me so nice,” he whispered. “You do one last thing for me, and I’ll let you come.”

“Anything,” you gasp. Now his wish is your command. 

“You focus right here. Look at me, and don’t close your eyes. Keep makin’ those pretty noises for me, just like you always do,” You’re not even consciously trying to follow his orders, you just do. You can’t break your stare from his dark and hungry gaze, his lip curled in a nefarious smirk. Breathy moans and high pitched squeals escape your mouth. 

“Always knew you’d be my good girl. Alright now. Let go for me,”

That’s all you needed to reach your peak. The warm, coiling feeling in the pit of your stomach erupts, shooting electricity through your veins. Your vision goes blurry and you hear staticky ringing as you cry out for Joel. It’s all you can feel as wave after wave of pleasure rocks your body. 

Joel’s thrusts are sloppy now as he chases his own orgasm. Your fluttering walls and the way you whisper his name like a prayer are all he needed to reach his peak. His hips are stuttering and his muscles jerk and tremble as he pulses inside you, painting your insides with his seed. Joel hovers above you, placing wet kisses and tonguing your salty skin. He’s addicted to the way you taste. 

It only hits you now how surreal this entire evening is. Joel’s above you, collecting himself and catching his breath and you’re still pinned beneath him. Of course, you imagined fucking him many times prior to this but it was never this way. You couldn’t complain, though. 

Joel interrupts your thoughts with a kiss, sweet and gentle and loving. A stark contrast to the way he fucked your body just moments before. “So apple pudgy pies, right?”

You giggle. Joel is such a typical man, wanting a snack right after sex. At least he’s not already passed out on top of you, the way other men often do. “Yes Joel, just like you asked for,”

Joel backs away from you then with a cute little fist pump, as if he’s winning a prize. “Fuck yeah,” he whispers, walking to the bathroom completely nude. He’s got such a nice and plump ass, you notice. 

He comes back and wipes you off with affectionate care, being extra conscious not to irritate your sensitive skin after the rigorous fucking. He helps you into your pajamas then and kisses you on the top of the head. “I’m gonna get the fire goin’, meet me out there?” 

“Sure, Joel,” you respond with a smile. “I have to finish up with the apples first, though.”

“Take your time. I’ll be out there,”

You sit up and kiss Joel one last time, the way his lips slide against yours gives you butterflies. It’s a little late to feel that way after what you just did. You go to the bathroom then go downstairs and finish prepping the apples, stirring them over the stove. Once they’re finished, you prepare the sandwiches and make your way outside to sit next to Joel.

The warm glow of the fire illuminates his skin and he looks so handsome, his features look so defined by the light and shadows. He helps you put the sandwiches in the pie irons and then places them on the grill above the fire, careful to make sure they’re not getting too much heat too quickly. 

The fire begins to shrink, flames not reaching quite as high as the sandwiches need. You turn your head around you looking for some more firewood, but the sound of ripping paper interrupts your search. 

It’s Joel, tearing out pages of a magazine. Your magazine, from before. You look at him with confusion. 

“I told you, sweetheart. You won’t be needin’ this anymore. You come to me,” he explains with a low voice, flipping the cast iron pans. “I took good care of you, right?”

You smile shyly. “You did,”

“And I intend to keep takin’ care of your needs,” he promises. 

You nod wordlessly, still smiling. A few more moments pass before Joel removes the irons from the fire and removes your pies to cool off, then slices them in half. They’re golden brown and the spicy, sweet, warm smell is sinfully delicious. The gooey apples spill from the bread slightly. Your tummy grumbles at the sight. 

The dessert has cooled enough, you decide. Taking a half of one of the sandwiches in your hand, you bring it to your mouth and take a small bite, the cooked apples are like lava in your mouth. You hiss at the burn on your tongue and lips. 

Joel looks at you with disapproving concern. “Tsk,” he mumbles with displeasure. “You’re terribly impatient, aren’t you?” his tone from the bedroom is back. Reaching forward to take your chin between your fingers, he swipes his thumb along your bottom lip, collecting some of the apple filling. Your eyes widen, you’re startled by his touch. 

“I’ll fix you, though. Teach you some self control,” he sucks his digit into his mouth and pulls it out with a pop, humming at the sweet flavor. “Lord knows you need it.”

 All you can think about is sucking his cock the same way he sucked his thumb. You wonder how the soft skin of his dick would feel on your tongue. How he would taste, how he’d look as you take him deep down your throat. 

God, how you need it.

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[fairlyang]

mystery girl 🕷️

w/c: 2.2K

pairing: miguel o’hara x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. pure filth, desperate to be fucked, amazing friend shows you the way, male glory hole, choosing the thick one, age gap (20’s & 30’s), sucking dick, save a horse ride a cowboy (kinda)

a/n: bro it’s been a month since I had this idea but I was so preoccupied with the other 183749272 of my wips she was left behind🥲 but alas the reverse rookie finally (i was gonna write abt clothes but it flew past me- I was imagining a dress!)

part 1.2 — part 1.3

you were growing tired of the endless swiping on tinder and absolute douchebags you stumbled across, all that just to find someone for a small fling was way too much

at that point you’d have better luck finding someone at a bar but you also weren’t in the mood to converse with someone, especially whilst ovulating when you just needed to pounce on someone, no questions asked

so when complaining to your friends about your hungry need but lack of sex, they told you to go to a nearby sex toy store because they had gloryholes in the back. you were so stunned to even say anything because you couldn’t believe something like that even existed, let alone so close to you

one of them even offered to go with you that same night because you were already squeezing your thighs together in desperation and so you wouldn’t feel so nervous. you said yes of course and that was when she told you they also had an adult theater and you nearly fell off the couch

after a short drive of five minutes tops, you had arrived and you thought maybe you’d look around or something but nope your friend just grabbed your hand and went straight to the back. she waved at the cashier and gave him a smile, “hey al, is it busy tonight?”

al shrugged then nodded and she gave him a thumbs up before dragging you past the door and taking a right turn. “he doesn’t look like he’s meant to work here of all places.” you joke and she laughs

the man had two long braids, a tie dye shirt and what looked to be camo shorts with sandals. just absolutely random but she waved you off

“al’s cool, this is his part time-“ she utters, making you snicker

“fucked him too huh?” you tease making her roll her eyes

“and what about it?” she says playfully earning herself an eye roll

she led you the whole way through now taking a left and entering the first door, loud moans immediately being heard

“these over here are straight men and the others are gay men.” she explains and points to each section

you both walk over to the left side to where the straight guys would be and it was better quality than expected

instead of it being literal holes on walls it had a fancier getup, the men’s torsos were sticking out of a hole while laying down on some sort of table and their upper half was hidden behind black fabric. they all had pictures above their hole with a picture of their faces and their ages

“this is insane.” you mutter and she excitedly nods

“go have your pick! and don’t be afraid to be picky, choose what you need girl.” she says making you roll your eyes

she says that when there’s only two available guys anyway. There were three other guys with girls on top of them, riding away and letting out the craziest of moans

so you walk directly to the first available guy and look at his picture. a cute white guy, looked mature, thirty three years old and his name was Peter

he must’ve sensed your presence because his cock twitched. he was very long but not so thick

you preferred the girth so you went on to the one next to him and your eyes nearly fell out of their sockets

this one was fucking long and thick. so fucking thick you thought it’d be impossible to fit inside you

but anything was possible

so you looked at his picture and were pleasantly surprised to find a latino, not only that but a fine one. he was thirty four years old and his name was Miguel

how the hell both of these man were in here is beyond you but you’re so feeling so fucking lucky because Miguel’s cock was exactly what you’ve been needing

you just want to be filled to the absolute brim, feel a cock stretch you out as if it were the first time

so you climbed onto the table and Miguel’s cock also twitched out of excitement. meanwhile your friend jumped on top of Peter and was already positioning his cock to her entrance

crazy girl

you were wet but you felt like you had to be fucking drenched to be able to take him all so you scoot down his body and taking a hold of his cock. you kitten licked the tip causing for precum to leak immediately, poor guy must’ve been waiting a while..

you decide to not waste anymore time, for both your sakes and spit on it, letting it dribble down his length before stroking him with both hands. you were nearly drooling just looking at it but you couldn’t really be blamed

miguel was already moaning mainly because the girls were looking past him because he was just too thick and they couldn’t handle it. so he had to give props to his mystery girl that was hopefully going to give him a proper shot

he was already cheered up just by you knowing what you were doing. if this was all he was gonna get he’d be content with it

but you didn’t come here to please a man, that’s never top priority, top priority is taking care of yourself. though hearing his moans were just slightly changing your mind on that, you were already starting to drip through your panties

maybe it was the fact that you were only stroking him and he was moaning for you just from that, or maybe because he was a hot older man and you never had the confidence to go for men like him

definitely the latter

you figured it was enough teasing and started to take him in your mouth, or at least tried to because it was much more than you were expecting

for now you were able to take a little bit past his tip, which wasn’t too bad considering you hadn’t sucked a dick this thick and his groans weren’t exactly saying you’re doing a bad job so you continued

you started to stroke him as you tried to take more of him then pull back and going back for more. this only had him trying his hardest to not push his hips up

you bobbed your head back and forth, now able to take half of it which was for sure an accomplishment. you only prayed your pussy could do the same

he continued with his melody of grunts and groans, then some praises came along

“fuck just like that baby.”

“taking this cock so well.”

“such a good fucking girl.”

as soon as the first praise left his lips you started going faster, hearing the other two only left you moaning against him

he groaned and subconsciously lifted his hips up making you take nearly all of it

you closed your eyes and started to go lower, stroking the last bit that you couldn’t fit

you swirled your tongue against his underside as you bopped your head up and down faster resulting in him moaning even louder

at this point you were absolutely drenched and you could feel him twitch in your mouth so you fully pulled away

he thought that was it so he was preparing himself for the worst while you sat up and climbed on top of his lap, hovering over his dick as you pulled your dress up and slid your panties to the side

you lowered yourself down, grabbing his dick, and positioning it to your entrance

first you swirled the tip against your folds, just so your wetness can act as lube because you’ll need it

you then decided to grind against the entire length and it felt so amazing

you moaned and shivered as he brought a hand out just to put it on your hip, lightly squeezing the skin

finally it was time and you prayed for the best

you straightened his cock and positioned it to your entrance again, except this time you slowly were moving down. his tip alone was a painful stretch so you just stayed there biting your lip until the pain went away

it took a few more minutes before you moved down the tiniest bit. he was so much thicker than you antipciated. you thought your toys would’ve prepared you but they were to no luck helpful

you took a deep breath then let it out before going down a little more, probably not even at the half way point yet

it was starting to feel better so you brought yourself up then went down to where you could take it. you sighed after doing it again, now feeling a mix of pain and pleasure but mostly ignoring the pain

you took a good two inches when you finally felt comfortable so you went even lower, finally hitting the hallway point. “you’re doing so good baby.” he murmured, fighting back the urge to cum right then and there

you clenched against him making you both moan which was a good sign

you decided enough was enough and slammed down, whimpers escaping your lips as Miguel moaned in bliss

his hand rubbed your thigh softly as you slowly come up then slam down again. “Fuck-!“

it was now fully pleasure and you could feel him fill you entirely. his cock felt perfect inside you and you should’ve complained about your sex life sooner

you lower your body down, arching your back as you move your ass up and down. you closed your eyes and moaned every time you went all the way down

his tip was nearly grazing your sweet spot and if you went any faster both of you would be goners

but for now you took your time. it was so sensual as well as hot. Miguel had his arms behind his head just wishing he could see you. he also wanted to kiss you as he pounded into you so he could feel you moan in his mouth but it was a glory hole for a reason

you finally started moving a bit faster now, your ass smacking against his thighs each time you came down. the sounds were driving him insane

you sounded so wet and your voice was so angelic. every noise you made had him wanting to hear more of you

so he did the logical thing to be able to do that and thrusted his hips against you, taking you by surprise. he wanted to be selfish, he’s been dying to cum and you’re the first girl who dared to try his cock out today so he started to thrust his hips upwards.

he was now pounding into you as you held your position because there was no point in moving now. he groaned as he started going faster and harder, you just felt so fucking good he couldn’t help himself

he needed to have all of you so bad

he was going at such a brutal pace you thought he was going to fully come out of the hole just to fuck you properly but he didn’t

instead he took his other hand out, stopping for a solid second just to bring your ass down and wrapping his arms around you. he held on tightly and before you could object, he went back to pounding into you, no point in waiting so he went at the exact same pace again

you moaned out as he fucked you harder, the sounds from your corner being the loudest out of the whole room but you didn’t care. the sexiest man you’ve ever laid your eyes on was fucking you as if you were his to take and you weren’t going to stop him

you’ve been so desperate for a hookup like this you should’ve known to look for the older men over guys your age. of fucking course a thirty year old was gonna know what to do over someone in their twenties

you were already thinking far ahead to think any time you’re horny to just drop by since it was so close and just let him fuck you however he wants in the adult theater

but the current moment was perfect too

he was mumbling dirty nothings as he mercilessly pounded into you, feeling that familiar feeling in his abdomen already. it wasn’t his fault you had such a tight pussy that must’ve been made just for him. like a missing puzzle piece

he was a groaning mess and you could just tell that you were creaming on his dick because of how wet it sounded. “fuck please don’t stop-“

his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his grip on you loosened. he changed to now doing deeper thrusts which was a perfect switch because he was hitting your g spot with every thrust and you were feeling so close to your orgasm

you tightened around him which only made him go even faster as you both moaned for one another. that did it for him and he came inside you. you whimpered and brought your body back up just for your orgasm to hit you hard and lift your hips up as he filled you completely

your heart was racing, your body was shaking, and you just closed your eyes to calm yourself down while still having him inside you

he pumped you full and you couldn’t even be bothered to complain or fight him on it. it’s what you fucking craved and deserved so maybe you gotta thank him instead

next part

[blitzyn]

shut up

childe x m!reader

request: none

a/n -> im sick and tired of winter WHERE IS SUMMER. help i wrote some of this in public so i had to stop myself from acting out some of the motions just to figure out how to write it lmao. guys i kinda made him a little mean i just got a little carried away oopsies. anyways one more non req and ill work on reqs i hope

wc -> 3.8k

cw -> very dubcon, hate sex, a lil bit of blood, anal sex, spit as lube, not a lot of prep, degradation, manhandling, throat fucking, asphyxiation, reader is a masochist, mean dom childe, spitting (in ur mouth like once), chokehold, prone bone position for like 2 seconds lmao, brief descriptions of fighting, reader offs someone cuz he felt like it kinda, it starts sorta abrupt tbh lol, not beta read

Childe fucking hated you. This was old news—absolutely anyone who had the barest idea who he was knew that. Everyone within a twenty meter radius could hear him arguing about something, and it never seemed to be about the same thing more than once. There always seemed to be something the two of you nitpicked about each other, throwing it out into the open which, more often than not, led to a fight with no clear winner.

There wasn’t anything anyone could do about it since the two of you were Harbingers. You were ranked tenth after Signora’s death and The Balladeer’s desertion, just behind Childe who was in ninth. But that didn’t stop you from riling him up relentlessly, even finding some type of enjoyment from his anger because you knew it wasn’t particularly common to see. Really, there wasn’t much of a power difference between the two of you other than the fact that you were less experienced.

As such, you were often assigned to missions together—if assigned meant that you simply joined him when you didn’t have anything important to do, much to his obvious displeasure.

This time, you followed him towards a hideout hidden between large rocks. It was simple, and you preferred that it wasn’t so easily accessible, but you supposed that hiding it in plain sight was acceptable for now.

“I don’t like how easy it is to find this place,” you commented, taking in your surroundings as if you were impressed by how large the area was compared to the small cave entrance. “It’s so obvious.”

Childe only offered you a grunt in acknowledgement, making his way past a few scattered materials on the floor. This wasn’t a facility that the Fatui used as much as before, but some machines were still operational and functioning.

“Ignoring people when they’re talking to you is rude, Tartaglia,” you chided, but you couldn’t care less that he wasn’t responding. “Besides, it’s not like you disagree with me. You wouldn’t want a poor, helpless child accidentally stumbling across this place while they’re playing a game.”

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, and you could see him grit his teeth when he noticed the smug expression on your face. “Nobody’s gonna find the entrance. It’s been around for years and there hasn’t been a trespasser.”

“Really?” You hummed, nodding slowly to yourself. “If you say so.”

He eyed you warily, instantly skeptical of how quick you were to accept his statement. But that wasn’t important right now—he needed to retrieve some documents and collect money from a few debtors.

“Just… Just stay here. Don’t touch anything,” he instructed, unnerved by how you obediently sat on a rickety chair and watched him expectantly.

“Yessir,” you replied with a playful tone in your voice, crossing your arms over your chest comfortably.

He silently stared at you for a few moments. “What are you planning?” He blurted out, annoyed with the eyebrow you raised in question. “You don’t like listening to me.”

You rolled your eyes at his accusation. “I don’t really favor getting chewed out by whoever needs those papers, so hurry up and get what you need. I’d rather talk to the debtors, anyways.”

He didn’t move from his spot for a few more moments before hesitantly making his way toward an isolated room, seemingly accepting your response. You chuckled through your nose at his reluctance as you swirled your finger around, creating a small rabbit made out of Cryo. It was quiet and unassuming as it silently hopped around before you sent it out of the room, searching for any valuable items worth keeping as you waited.

You leaned back in boredom, shutting your eyes to focus on keeping the rabbit's form. You could feel a faint hint of interest radiating through you from your creation, cringing slightly at the smell of metal before you relaxed again. The rabbit was mid-search when an arrow whizzed past it, nicking its back. Quickly, it fled, leaving a trail of Cryo. The hunter cursed loudly and chased after it, but it wasn't long before it made it to its destination.

Curious, you released your focus on the rabbit as you stood up to pick up whatever it found. You looked up when the hunter suddenly walked through the cave entrance, slightly surprised to know that they hadn't stopped trying to go after your rabbit. The two of you stared at each other before you spoke up in mild disinterest.

"Can I help you?" You questioned, inspecting your find once again. It was shiny and had intricate designs on it, but ultimately worthless.

"Uh... Uh, yes! Yes, you can," they said after a moment, scoping the area in search of their nonexistent rabbit. "Have you seen a white rabbit run through here? Small, quick, and leaving some sort of trail behind it," they described eagerly, taking a few steps forward.

"I'm afraid you can't come in here," you said, raising a hand to stop them in their tracks. You analyzed them for a moment, taking in their appearance. They couldn't have been older than fifteen, with shaggy brown hair and tanned skin.

"Then why are you in here?" They countered stubbornly, crossing their arms. It seemed they forgot all about their hunt in favor of digging into your business.

"That's none of your concern," you replied, ignoring their questioning gaze above your shoulder. "If you don't leave now, I'll have to resort to force."

You bristled a little when you saw them roll their eyes. Too stubborn for their own good, apparently. "Yeah? Well, I'm the chief's kid. What's a weird-looking guy like you gonna do to me?"

You frowned, visibly offended. You stared at them for a moment before raising your dominant hand again, this time letting an icicle form on the tip of your middle finger before flicking it directly at them. In the blink of an eye, they went down with a loud thud. "Kill you," you replied to the body.

You walked up to them and lifted their head by their hair, examining the wound on their forehead with a hum. Blood leaked in copious amounts down their face, and you couldn't stop the grimace when some landed on your foot.

"Oh, shit," you hissed under your breath when you caught a better look at them. You wondered why they seemed so vaguely familiar to you when the realization suddenly hit you-the chief was one of the debtors. You pursed your lips before standing up with a shrug, placing a hand on your chin to ponder different ways to dispose of the body without tarnishing the Fatui's name even further. "I suppose I could just toss them in a lake? Or lure in a wild animal to eat them? Burning's too obvious..."

"What the fuck did you just do?" You heard Childe curse from behind you. You turned around to face him, eyebrow twitching in interest when you noticed his normally void eyes alight with fury. Honestly, though, you didn't quite understand why he seemed so upset. Maybe it was because of how transactions with the debtor may not go as smoothly as he wanted, or the fact that the person you killed was still technically a child.

"Someone found the entrance," you shrugged, unbothered by his reaction. "We don't want anyone finding important information about the Fatui, right? So I killed them. I told you it was easy to spot." You rolled your eyes like it was the most obvious thing ever, which only served to anger him. You tried to make your way past him deeper into the facility in search of something interesting to take when a sudden blur slammed your body into a wall. You let out a pained grunt, instinctively wrapping your fingers around the wrist where he pinned you down by your throat.

You knew he was ruthless when he needed to be, but you weren't given a chance to see it with your own eyes up until now. He was far from gentle, holding your delicate neck with such ferocity it made your skin tingle. It was exhilarating.

"Like hell they just conveniently found the entrance," he spat, his voice low as he glared deep into your watering eyes. "You deliberately lured them in here, didn't you? And for what? Because you were bored?" He refused to slacken the hold around your throat, internally finding that he preferred how you looked when you couldn't breathe.

"You—cough—You're much the s-same, Tartaglia," you strained out, trying to furiously blink away your tears. "Don't pretend you don't crave vi-violence, too."

You could see him grit his teeth just before he tossed you to the floor, watching you cough and regain your breath with disdain in his eyes. "No. Don't compare me to a fucking psychopath like you. I don't kill kids just because I feel like it!"

"To-may-to, to-mah-to," you groaned, rubbing your sore skin. You could still feel his hand around your throat, his grip burned into your flesh in a way that sent a familiar heat through your groin. He took a second to examine your body before zeroing in on the growing bulge between your legs, disbelief written on his expression.

"There's no damn way," he muttered to himself as if trying to convince himself you weren't aroused by him strangling you. With a growl, he stepped forward and harshly pressed a foot on your crotch, merciless with the amount of pressure he used. He watched in disgust as your hips jerked in response, frowning deeply at the pained moan you let out. "You're seriously turned on?"

"If it wasn't obvious—" You were unceremoniously cut off by a swift kick to your jaw, accidentally biting down on your tongue. You tasted the metallic tang of your own blood that originated from your mouth and your nose, wiping it away quickly. Your cock only throbbed with an increased fervor in your pants that strained for release against the fabric.

"Shut the fuck up," he snarled, staring down at you for a few moments, deciding what to do with you now that he had this newfound information in his hands.

"What's gotten you so upset?" You teased him, obviously not taking your situation seriously. You felt a pleasurable chill run down your spine at the fierce look he gave you, sitting up a bit in anticipation when you saw his hand stray down toward his pants, roughly undoing them.

"You just can't shut your mouth, can you?" He hissed, leaning forward a bit to grab a handful of your hair. He yanked you closer, forcing you onto your knees as he pressed the tip of his flaccid cock against your waiting tongue. "Fine, then. I'll shut it for you."

You hummed at the salty taste of his skin, raising your hands up to hold onto the swell of his muscular thighs. He groaned quietly when you dragged your tongue along a prominent vein on the underside of the shaft, looking up at him through your lashes. You let out a garbled moan when he forced you all the way down to the base, seemingly satisfied with the way you gagged a little.

Your nose was buried within his pubic hair as your throat tightened and spasmed, feeling yourself beginning to drool as the thick strands of saliva seeped out of the corners of your lips. You could hardly breathe, but you loved it. You loved the way he tugged on your scalp, starting to move his hips back and forth. You tried to contribute as much as you could, but the way you could feel his cock hardening sent a pleasant ache through your jaw.

"Fucking hell... You're not fit to be a Harbinger," he spat, holding you still as he reached down to swipe a bit of the blood from your nose to messily wipe it on your cheek. You couldn't see what he was doing, but the patterned swipes made it clear what he was writing.

S, L, U, T.

The word sent a jolt of electricity down your spine. You could feel your cock twitch in your pants, leaking a profuse amount of precum that served to stain the fabric. You let out a moan and slipped a hand underneath your clothes, jerking yourself off shamelessly.

He let out a breathy scoff at the sight, but he couldn't help the way his dick throbbed when your throat squeezed around him. "You're too good at this," he groaned, gradually moving his hips faster until he was fucking your face. "You don't belong in the Fatui. You're better off at a goddamn whorehouse."

He relished in the sound of your chokes and gags, finding that he preferred this much more than your voice. He let out a heavy sigh and shut his eyes, tilting his head back in ecstasy as he lost himself in the sensations. He was unaware of how you shifted your hand lower, using your precum as a subpar replacement for lube to push two of your fingers in your hole. You weren't in any particular rush as you leisurely pumped them in and out of you, adding in the wet sounds to your strained moans and ragged breaths. You were brought back to your senses when you heard him bark out a mocking laugh, squinting up at him through the tears that accumulated along your lashes.

"You're fucking pathetic," he muttered lowly, almost to himself, but you knew it was directed at you. "Is this—shit—all it took? You just needed a dick shoved down your throat, huh? Should've known you were such a whore," he demeaned, and you could only whine in response. Suddenly, he leaned a bit forward to press the sole of his shoe onto your aching cock, watching intently at the way you choked in surprise. "Maybe the rest of us should get a turn with you? Turn you into our little fucktoy? Our good-for-nothing cumdump?"

A grin made its way onto his pale face, turned on with the amount of control he had over you. His left hand slid lower, maintaining a firm grip on the junction between the back of your head and neck as his other one moved up to pinch your nostrils shut. He thrust harder, faster, shuffling closer when you tried to tilt your head away. He ignored your muffled protests and focused solely on getting himself off, letting out satisfied groans that you weren't fully there to appreciate.

It wasn't until you could hear a high-pitched ringing did he finally cum, shooting his load down your throat without a care for whether or not you could properly swallow it. He held himself there for a moment longer before he pulled himself away with a harsh shove to your body. You coughed and panted hard, taking a moment to regain your composure before looking back up at him, eager for more.

"Still not satisfied?" He questioned rhetorically. You both knew you weren't done yet, not when you found out how he could get when you pushed his buttons just the right way. "Stupid question, huh?" He huffed a laugh through his nose before roughly kicking you onto your stomach, dropping to his knees not a moment later. He haphazardly tugged your pants and underwear down in one go, ignoring the pained hiss you made when you felt yourself sandwiching your drooling cock between your abdomen and the floor. He spread your ass apart to spit on your asshole, shoving a finger inside you for good measure before jerking himself off using some of his saliva.

"Tartaglia, please—hurry," you whined, looking over your shoulder to meet his gaze. It was satisfying to see you in such a pitiful state, but the sound of your voice, although hoarse and raw, annoyed him.

"Be quiet or I'll leave you here like this," he snapped, giving your asscheek a quick slap before positioning himself over your hole. He rubbed the tip of it against your skin for a moment before pushing himself inside, groaning loudly at the feeling of you clamping down on him so perfectly.

It fucking hurt; after all, you only used two meager fingers to prepare yourself, and even then, you hadn't done much. It burned like he was tearing you apart but in the best damn way. The pain of being stretched out so mercilessly only mixed in with the insatiable fire in your groin, shooting jolts of electricity up your spine so intense you nearly came on the spot.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Tartaglia, please, you're so—!" You cut yourself off with a moan when he suddenly slammed himself down all the way, ramming the head of his cock against your sensitive prostate.

"I said shut up!" He demanded, pressing his hips down to grind against you. He wasn't as deep as he could go in this position, but he still managed to fill you up just right. You groaned when he leaned down, pinning you to the ground with his body weight as an arm snaked around the front of your throat, pressing it against you firm enough to restrict some of your airflow.

Instinctively, you raised a hand to grab at his forearm, digging your nails into the scarred skin in a futile attempt to get him to ease up. You could hear every sound that left his lips, every labored breath that brushed the shell of your ear. It didn't take him long to start moving, pulling out until only the tip remained before slamming back into you mercilessly. You could feel every inch and vein with each drag of his cock, your body jolting alongside his harsh thrusts, grinding your dick up and down on the ground.

"God... you're so damn tight," he muttered, picking up the pace. A low moan escaped his throat when he pressed against your prostate just right, ignoring your fleeting struggle.

It was hard to breathe. You could feel him everywhere around you all at once, and it didn't help that he fucked you hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs. Your moans and whines were strained and hoarse, clawing at his arm, but you knew you didn't really want him off. Your body ached at his rough handling as wet slaps echoed through the abandoned facility, briefly wondering if anyone outside could hear, but you could hardly maintain your train of thought long enough for it to become a concern. He fucked you fast and rough, hips slamming against your ass hard enough to sting, but he didn't find it in himself to care.

"Tar-Tartaglia! Slow...—!" You tried to plead, beginning to find everything overwhelming when you cut yourself off with a squeal. He quickly shifted himself, leaning back to hold your throat with his hands as he pulled, forcing your back to arch uncomfortably.

"No," he replied, tilting his upper half over you just enough to spit in your gaping mouth. He felt you tighten in response as he relaxed his hold the slightest bit, feeling you swallow his saliva eagerly. "You wanted this. So you're gonna fucking take it."

The heat in your belly intensified to an unbearable degree, and with the way he practically filled up every crevice of your hole, you weren't sure you were going to last much longer. With one hand on your throat, he moved his other one down to spread one of your asscheeks to intently watch his cock move in and out of you. He could feel every twitch and shudder you made, and it satisfied him to know just how easy you were to break down despite your initial resistance.

"Fuck... I can feel you," he groaned, yanking your head back a bit to get you to look at him. "You're about to cum, huh?"

It was hard to find the right words to reply when he fucked every thought out of your head, but the panic in your eyes made it clear that you didn't want him to stop so suddenly. And although he wanted to see you beg like the whore you were, he needed to finish this quickly. He still had a job to do, after all.

"You're lucky I still need to collect some money," he growled, glaring at you with familiar disdain. "Otherwise I would've left you like this for hours."

With renewed vigor, he removed his hand from your throat to roughly push your face down by the back of your head, tugging your hips up to bury himself deeper inside your ass. You cried out in ecstasy as your eyes rolled back, making an attempt to withhold your orgasm when he wrapped his fingers around your throbbing cock, jerking you off in time with his punishing thrusts, but to no avail. Barely a moment later, you came with a loud moan, cumming so hard it left you lightheaded and dizzy.

He chased after his own release, giving you a few more rough thrusts before he stilled, burying himself as deep as he could go inside you. You could feel his thick cock throbbing as he filled you up with his cum, shuddering at the warmth before you slumped back down to the ground. He remained still for a moment longer, catching his breath while he watched you tremble. With a sigh, he pulled out, grimacing a little at the sight of his dick slick with fluids, but he tucked it back in his pants regardless.

"Get up. We have to hide the body and get to the chief before anyone finds out you killed his kid," he said impatiently, walking towards the hunter to inspect it.

"Just... Just bury them, or something," you suggested, taking a moment to calm down before pulling your pants up. Finding a reflective surface, you summoned a bit of your Cryo and melted it with your body heat to wipe away the crusted blood on your face.

"Eugh... I can feel your cum," you found the energy to complain, turning to face Childe with annoyance written on your face. The audacity.

"Shut up and let's go. We're already behind schedule after your bullshit." He scowled, picking up the body, already having decided what to do with it. At least it wasn't your problem anymore.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say," you said, quickly fixing your appearance. If it weren't for the slight limp in your gait, nobody would be able to tell he just fucked you within an inch of your life. Perks of being a Harbinger, you suppose.

cross-posted on ao3

[listofwhyyouloveher]

wild child reader with gang (separate)? kinda like dallas, hops fences, steals shit, gets in trouble a lot

also i love your work smm 😭

Summary: The Outsiders x Wild Child!Reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, smoking Author's Note:maybe did a bit of channelling of my high school year but who knows

PONYBOY CURTIS

Pony isn’t all that ‘wild’, he finds solace in a book and comfort at home, so it’s surprising that he’d be interested in an exact opposite.

But he finds you more of a muse than a ‘partner’, in the sense that he loves you like a partner but would rather watch you or observe you than do things with you.

He’ll often come to you when he wants to smoke because you always have cigarettes on you and offer great conversation.

He’s like your rock, you come home to him after a night out and he’s letting you sleep in his bed while holding you close.

JOHNNY CADE

He’s a little on the edge about living a life like you, because while he does enjoy adrenaline rushes from doing things that he shouldn’t, he knows that in his future he wants a comfortable life.

He finds you to be like him and he wants his goal for his future to be achieved together with you.

He tries his best to keep himself in line, but he’s a victim of peer pressure and often feels guilt for the things he does.

Luckily, you’re kind enough to understand him and to tame your personality a little when he’s around, and he tries his best to understand the line of being with you and becoming like you.

SODAPOP CURTIS

Sodapop likes to party a lot, he really enjoys going to Bucks just to hang out and watch the party. 

However, he lacks some of the balls it takes to do crazy stuff, he doesn’t steal very often or drink because he doesn’t want to put his future in jeopardy. 

He finds you a nice way to indulge in some of his wants but not actually having to, so he hangs around you often.

He prefers to hear stories about what you do rather than be involved in the actual things. 

STEVE RANDLE

Steve likes to live it up a little too, almost as much as you.

He enjoys the rush of stealing, drinking and partying as much as you do but sometimes your ideas can get too far out for him.

He appreciates your abilities to create some of the most fun and energetic enviroments but sometimes he has to sit it out.

Your relationship is somewhat of a seesaw, his need to party and need for quiet fluctuates and you’re glad to be on whatever side he wants that day.

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Two-Bit is a crazy party kid, he loves everything about being wild and free because he gets such a rush from it

However, he needs to watch himself, especially since his sister is old enough to understand what is going on around her.

He still likes to down a couple of drinks with you here and there but he's always reminding himself to keep a relatively straight mind.

He likes to live through you because he misses his party days, so he will always have you tell him everything that happened at a party you went to.

DARRY CURTIS

Darry hates going to parties, doing crazy things, everything associated with ‘greaser’, he likely hates.

He prefers to stay inside, and that’s why your relationship is so amazing with him because there’s always a side to him that he wants to indulge in.

He used to be very popular in high-school, he often partied. But now he’s different and so having you there to recount your night brings him a nice sense of nostalgia.

Sometimes he tries and restricts the things you do, because he genuinely worries about you. If he talks to you gently enough with enough evidence to back up that worry, sometimes you let him have his way.

DALLAS WINSTON

Dallas and you are always competing when it comes to who’s crazier, and sometimes you win, sometimes he does and sometimes its a tie.

Dallas makes everything about growing his ego, so if there’s something he can do better than you he’s gonna shove it in your face.

This has led to many night where you two are stumbling around downtown, wasted because of a drinking competition, just genuinely enjoying the night.

Dallas finds you a good partner because you’re not forcing a life of ‘perfection’ onto him and rather letting him live his version of a good life alongside you.

[nixie-writes]

Could I please get huskerdust (together) adopting an ftm trans fallen angel child? (Gender neutral is fine too)

I love this idea!!

-Sera considered you one of her own. She loved you, took care of you and taught you the ways of Heaven. You were no more than a teenager yourself, having been born in Heaven.

-you confessed to Emily that you were envious of male angels because you wanted to be a male angel. Your fragile mind didn't comprehend why, you just did. She promised to keep it a secret, and would use your preferred name and pronouns in private.

-one day you and Sera got into it. You were screaming and crying that you didn't receive any of the respect you showed other angels. She tried to calmly explain that it was because you were a teenager and you needed to earn respect, but you felt you'd already done so. "At least Emily respects me!" you screamed in Sera's face. "She respects that I'm trans!" You shot at Sera before you could think of the repercussions. Emily gasped and you stumbled back, fear in your eyes.

-"Sera, I didn't - I mean..." Words failed you as you stammered for an excuse. Sera pushed her hair away from her face to calm herself down. "[Y/N], you have shown complete and utter disrespect to your elders and to divinity. I have no choice." Your eyes widened as realization dawned on you. Lightning cracked through your body and you felt consciousness slip into nothing.

-"...Where am I?" You inquired as you stood up, looking around. There was fire, screaming and fighting all around you. You glanced around in alarm. Had you become fallen...? You shook off your initial shock. Treading lightly you examined Hell and its people.

-it wasn't long before you found yourself approaching the hotel Adam had promised to target before being killed. You never much liked the guy anyway.

-you lightly tapped on the door and within a few moments Lucifer's daughter opened the door with a cheery grin, announcing you had arrived at the 'Hazbin Hotel'. When she got a good look at you her face fell. Your wings, your eyes, your skin...it all pointed to you being a fallen angel. She ushered you in, offering you comforting words. She sent you to the bartender to be watched while she went to find her girlfriend, Vaggie. You'd heard about her falling but that was when you were young.

-"So, what do they call ya?" The bartender asked between chugs of his alcohol. You sat down on the stool, a little too tall for you. "I used to go by my old name, but now I go by [Y/N]." You replied. The bartender, a feline character with wings, slid you a box of apple juice. "You a boy or a girl? I can't tell," the bartender inquired. You sat up as tall in your chair as you could and replied, "I was born a girl but I want to be a boy." The bartender nodded. "Nice to meet ya kid, name's Husk." He offered a clawed hand and you took it, shaking it gently.

-Lucifer's daughter, named Charlie judging by her name tag, arrived back with Vaggie. You stiffened. You'd only heard tales about her since learning about the exterminations. She took one look at you and sympathy filled her remaining eye. "Dios mio...you were right, Charlie. She's definitely a fallen angel." You almost wanted to yell your pronouns at her but Husk stepped in first. "[Y/N] prefers male pronouns," he corrected calmly. You settled back into your seat. Vaggie nodded.

-"Well, seeing as you're part of the LGBTQ group, you're among friends. We're all in the spectrum." She assured you, offering a cautious smile.

-the door to the hotel flung open and a tall, skinny demon with four arms walked in, their hands on their spine. "Ugh, Val had me working 8 hours without a - who's this? They look kinda like Vaggie," they inquired.

-Charlie jumped in front of the extra limbed demon and introduced you. "Angel, this is [Y/N], a fallen angel who's come to us for help. [Y/N], this is Angel. He's a guest here." Angel flashed a grin at you. "You got a boyish look to ya, kiddo!" He exclaimed. You beamed with pride. You were finally beginning to pass as a male!

-Vaggie took a step closer to you, placing an arm on your shoulder. "Angel, [Y/N] is a fallen angel and a trans boy. Respect him." She narrowed her remaining eye at him and Angel nodded. "Of course! Ya know Husky-poo, we've been talking about taking care of a kid together." Angel hinted as he sat beside you, ruffling your hair. "Yeah, what about it?" He quirked an eyebrow. Angel rolled his heterochromatic eyes. "Well duh! Let's take care of [Y/N]! I'm sure he'd love parents like us." He suggested.

-Vaggie placed a hand on your shoulder. "Would you be willing to give them a try? You don't have to do this, you know." You were done following the rules of heaven. If two men wanted to take care of you, you wouldn't turn down the offer.

-"Of course they can take care of me."

(Soooo sorry the ending is a little rushed, it's nearly 11 my time and my phone is low on battery, but I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it!)

[anime-grimmy-art]

Wouldnt be me if I wasnt a day late, huh. Last update! This was a lot of fun, so much to ramble about hahahha. Thanks a lot to @aeoneris for making this questionnaire! Sry tumblr yoinked it from twitter but still glad we got to use it xD

Day 24 - Facade

Zet - Zet would be amazing at lying, but she just doesn’t. She just speaks her mind because to her, that is the most efficient way.

Mei - While she does try a little white lie once in a while, Mei hates lying to people so she really sucks at it. She immediately feels guilty and it’s obvious she’s spewing nonsense. The only thing she can lie well about is how she’s doing, because she’s lying to herself as well. Mei doesn’t know how to handle negative feelings, so she makes herself believe she doesn’t feel them.

Chidori - Girl doesn’t even have to try. No like, she doesn’t even have to lie for people to mis-interpret her. She constantly keeps saying she sucks at certain things and people think she’s just humble, and trying to prove them doesn’t work either cos her luck number is so high, she always stumbles ass backwards into victory.

Day 25 - Change

Zet - If we talk meta-contextually, you can see day 15 for what kinda character she used to be. And as said all throughout this questionnaire, Zet used to be more of a tool, an emotionless hunting machine, than a person. So, yeah, she did change, she gained a sense of self.

As for the other two, they haven’t changed all that much, both in universe and as a character. They grew up from their kid selfes and of course matured and became a better hunter/rider throughout their stories, but other than that, not much, no.

Day 26 -Criticism

Zet - Probably her stoicism and her lone wolf persona. Zet is terrible at communicating her thoughts, even if they’d help on quests and stuff. She’s also prone to just going off and doing stuff on her own without telling anyone, which just causes the others to worry and plan around her impulsiveness.

Mei - Since Mei is bad at confronting negative feelings, she downplays a lot or brushes stuff off, which unfortunately not only hurts herself but others as well, which she often only realises in hindsight. She has to work on understanding that making light of a situation might be hurtful to other people involved.

Chidori - She’s a coward through and through, which makes it hard for herself to say no. Not only does this quickly tire her out, it also puts her in dangerous situations. She also underestimates herself a lot because she does struggle with a lot of hunting stuff, but Chidori has a lot of endurance and strength, and she’s also able to learn on the fly, even if she only manages to retain what she learned for the duration of a hunt. This combo of self-doubt and cowardice not only cripples her improvement, it also makes her freeze up and get stuck in a self-conscious loop of thoughts which can be dangerous on hunts.

Day 27 - Atmosphere

Zet - Zet really enjoys quiet locals. Be that a thick forest or a sandy beach. Being able to just go around a locale and take in its smells and sounds is her favourite thing.

Mei - True to her islander genes, Mei loves the sun and the heat. Beaches and big bodies of water are where she feels most at home.

Chidori - Chidori likes it more cool and rainy. Not cold like in the frost lands or as damp as in the flooded forest, but regions like the Shrine Ruins or the lower levels of the Citadel on cloudy or dribbly days are very much to her liking. Sitting in some ruin as the water prattles on the old structures and foliage gives her a strange sense of peace.

Day 28 - Rest

Zet - Doesn’t really have a preference, will stay up as long as necessary and mostly rest in efficient time frames.

Mei - Doesn’t have a preference either, but because she can sleep anytime, anywhere. Find her a cozy, shadowy patch under a tree and she’ll doze off, be it 12am or 12pm.

Chidori - The moment it gets dark, Chidori’s body decides it’s time for bed. She’s up with the sun but also has to lay down the moment it’s gone. This makes night hunts absolute torture for her.

Day 29 - Dreams

Just gonna throw these three together in one answer again, because in general, their main goal is to keep their homes and families safe. Yes, Mei wants to go explore the world a bit and yes, Zet wants to show the FTL the Old World and mend some old relationships at some point, but it all still boils down to them being with their families and enjoying their lives with them.

Day 30 - Ending Free Space!

Zet - Zet is my oldest MH OC, and technically one of my oldest OCs in general, since she was created back in Monster Hunter Tri. She’s gone through many changes and basically most games from Tri onwards are somehow canonical in her story, and I even have 7-in-universe-years worth of story after Iceborne for her (she battles with her being “allowed” back to Seliana, she loses an arm, it’s a doozy), but I think I’ll retire her for MH6. If there are games that storywise could work with her, I’ll probably use her again, but I’m content with the happy ending she got in Seliana, and I feel like she finally deserves some rest.

Mei - Mei’s parents are actually still alive. Well, probably anyways. Mei’s dad, Red’s son, inexplicably always had a hard time forming kinships with monsters, but, ironically, he found his calling as a hunter. Him and Red had a deal for him to try out being a hunter for a year, and if he didn’t make it, he’d have to come back to Mahana and resume his training as a rider. Little did anyone know that Mei’s dad would meet the love of his life while training as a hunter, a fellow huntress a few years his senior that took him under her wing. Suffice to say, Mei’s dad became a full fledged hunter and was “exiled” from the village. They didn’t part on bad terms, though. Sad, yes, but Red was just happy to find his child happy even if he wasn’t part of Mahana anymore. Red did not expect to see his son a few years later, even less so with a highly pregnant wife. Red’s son and his wife staying in Mahana, and Mei being born, was kept secret from the village, except for chief Gara. Now Red’s son stood before a big decision. Take his daughter with him or leave her in the village, alone. The decision kinda was made for him because both Red and Gara could tell that Mei had an innate link to monsters. Mei’s mom wasn’t happy about the decision to leave her child behind, but did concede after considering they couldn’t travel and work as hunters with a baby in tow. So, tearfully, Mei’s parents left her in Red’s care, with only the fewest ppl knowing the history of Mei’s parents. Mei herself does not know that her father became a hunter, Red never got to tell her and Gara feels it’s not his right, but Gara is sure that at some point in her travels, Mei will come across her parents again, and with her own hunter partner by her side, her parents’ minds can be finally put at ease, knowing that riders and hunters can finally coexist together.

Chidori - Noone from Kamura knows how Chidori got the scar on her lip. She refuses to tell anyone and when pointed out it seems like a scar that SHOULD have healed to the point that it wouldn't be visible, she just doesn’t comment on that. Chidori, in fact, carries that scar as a badge of honour. She got it in an accident while in training at the Guild. Since she was the only kid from a rather recluse community, she didn’t really make many friends there. And since she wasn’t good at hunting, the other kids started to gossip about Kamura as a whole, saying it was a backwater town and the hunters there didn’t have any skill. But Chidori made sure to prove them wrong. When a monster went rogue and attacked the students, Chidori swallowed her fears and managed to protect some of the hurt students until the instructors arrived to save them. The scar on her lip wasn’t deep, and could have been treated pretty quickly, but Chidori refused treatment. She wanted proof to herself and the other students that hunters from Kamura were tough and would stand their ground, despite their lack of skill or fear. Nowadays, though, she doesn’t tell that to anyone because it’s too embarrassing for her, even when her Master makes it really hard for her to keep that secret. XD

[inkthecat]

OC - Lark Penn

sometimes you impulsively make an oc at 2 am and then you keep turning them around in your head for the next few hours unable to sleep because theyre so skrunkly and suddenly its 6 am and you NEED to draw them. anyway this is my baby lark i love them very much

pokemon oc if it wasnt obvious already dkfjlasdkjflasd but aaahhhhh theyre so baby aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

lark penn, they/them, 16 years old, from eterna city in sinnoh, so very tired. aspiring artist with a special love for sculpture. their parents are kinda busy 24/7 so they just kinda raised themselves (and they had really nice elderly neighbors who taught them how to cook and also how to do a mean right hook if anyone ever tried to hurt them).

more info under the cut if youre interested!

they wear loose, long sleeved clothing with less saturated colors, and almost always wear a scarf. when they were younger they believed the flowy ends could be wings. theyre emotionally and socially awkward (like me :D) and cant handle people being around them very well. they always put in earbuds with music when they go grocery shopping (also me afdbfasffhhfcgfbn)

they really really like flying types. they met ven the zubat in a cave somewhere while they were stumbling along looking for cool rocks. they didnt have any pokemon at that point so ven kind of maybe poisoned them a bit (there are a lot of humans that come through the ravaged path and a good percentage of them dont do anything good. flash bright lights, break parts of the walls, litter, etc etc) and lark was like. oh. that sure happened. and theyre like "hey mx. zubat? uh. do you know the way out? i get that you poisoned me out of a sense of self defense so ill see myself out but im kinda lost also i probably need medical help" and ven is like. bestie you fr right now and shows them out of the cave where they promptly collapse and ven kinda likes this human at this point so they go get help. long story short, woah its lark's first pokemon! theyre besties!

umbra the corviknight was brought to sinnoh as a rookidee by a rich galarian trainer on vacation. sinnoh is very much colder than galar (in my hc at least) and the baby bird's wings could not handle it. consequently her battling was severely hindered, so the entitled rich trainer shoved her off to someone else (who happened to be lark. they were just at the right pokemon center at the right time) and they were having none of it. then they realized umbra would be in a much better home if they accepted her. ven proceeded to leave the rich trainer with poison and a nasty bite on the ankle. umbra has been added to the party! she adapts to the colder climate gradually and with much care from lark

lark isnt a battler but ven definitely is. ven is a fast and bitey little menace who prefers staying unevolved because they love it when people underestimate a tiny zubat and then get obliterated. also they really like being small and sleeping in lark's scarf (and they are kinda scared to become a golbat. they saw a big one being a bully back in the cave and theyre scared evolution will make them meaner. it wont and they know it, but lark doesnt mind ven napping in their scarf for as long as they want to). umbra...umbra likes battling sometimes, but she doesnt like it when its too intense. reminds her of her old trainer. not good. she doesnt mind evolving- her evolution into corvisquire was out of something like fear that she wasnt good enough as a rookidee. lark figured that out, hugged her, and told her that no matter how strong she was theyd always love her. she evolved into corviknight with more love in her heart, and she loves being big enough to fly lark around and to curl around them as they sleep.

haha yup i am so normal about pokemon

[tren-fraszka]

Candy Hearts 2024

Dear creator,

Thank you for taking your time to check my requests. I know my requests can sound a bit tricky, but please don’t be discouraged. I wish you will have good time writing first and foremost!

My AO3 is Tren, if you wish to check it out. I’m open to treats.

Likes: comedy, angst, casefics, canon compliants, canon divergences, AUs, time loops, bodyswaps, roleswaps, “being hoisted by your own petard” plotlines, snark, pettiness, rivals, enemies to friends to lovers, pining, bed sharing, violence, friendships, and character bonding,

DNW: explicit sex (makeouts and fade to black is okay), A/B/O, mpreg, rape depicted as positive (so no “it’s okay, because the other person enjoyed it/it was what they truly wanted”), trans headcanons, soulmate AUs, stories ending with surrender to fate/destiny, fourth wall breaking in canons where that doesn’t occur, character has cancer or other real-life terminal disease AU, word “queerplatonic”.

Also, I included what ships I’m okay with in each fandom. Please do not include any ships that aren’t canon and I have not allowed in those sections (if you feel really strongly about a ship I haven’t mentioned, you can always ask through mods just in case).

On a separate, but similar note, I’m okay with OCs as long as they don’t overshadow the characters I requested.

Additionally, while I almost never request fanart as possible medium, because I prefer my main gift to be fic, I would be very okay with receiving fanart treats. Also, feel free to peruse my old letters if you get your hands on them. I never stop being interested in fandoms, and if I requested something once I will still want it in the future.

                                     REQUESTS

HONKAI STAR RAIL

Kafka/Stelle

I was down bad for Kafka ever since I first saw her and it’s no surprise that this ship quickly found a way into my heart.

I love Kafka’s manipulative demeanor, but also how she clearly cares about Stelle in her own twisted way. Or is that care also a part of an act? Who can tell? Certainly not Stelle, who is stuck trying to figure out Kafka

I honestly want to see more interactions from those two. Maybe Stelle, bored to death from waiting on Xianzhou’s bureaucracy to let her kick some ass, stumbles on Kafka and decides to try to get some answers from her rather than contacting Express. Will they go on a date, or maybe go on a mission together, or maybe there will briefly make out? Or an extended take on Kafka’s personal mission. So many options!

Or maybe for some reason Stelle gets briefly kidnapped by Kafka, and just because Stelle understands what Stockholm Syndrom is, doesn’t mean it’s easy to resist falling for her captor

What if Kafka broke into Simulated Universe with Silver Wolf’s help and added herself into the code. I’d love a story where Stelle keeps jumping into SU in order to meet virtual Kafka, hoping to gain some understanding of her and maybe getting some nice virtual gifts each time it happens

I also love the dichotomy they have going when it comes to their approch to destiny. Kafka claims to believe in destiny, yet seems to desperately hope for Stelle to prove her wrong in a very contradictory way. Meanwhile the protagonist despite being setup as a pawn in Estio’s plan is clearly carving her own destiny as a Trailblazer and there’s just something really poetic about it. I feel like it’s that aspect of Stelle that makes Kafka smitten with her

Ruan Mei/Stelle

I didn't know I would grow to love Ruan Mei as much as I did, but she ended up really exceeding my expectations.

I love how the main story kinda demysticizes Ruan Mei from the distant genius she heard about to introvert who is hesitant to form honest relationships with others. The roundabout way she goes around to resolving the crisis she caused made me laugh.

I'll gladly take more shenanigans with the anti-truth serum. What if Ruan Mei starts using it to avoid having Stelle confess, since she has no idea how to handle other's affection towards her. Or maybe Ruan Mei assumes the memory lose side effect kicked in when it clearly didn't and Stelle is now keeping up the illusion of losing memories (since she has first-hand experience and stuff), because she's afraid that Ruan Mei will leave if she discovers Stelle has her memories. Or alternatively, the memory lose side effect did kick in and Stelle is now desperately trying to grasp all the affection slipping away from her. Or what if something went wrong during preparations and Ruan Mei accidentally wiped out her memory (or maybe it wasn't an accident?), forcing Stelle to look after her

I'm also up for all the critter shenanigans. Stelle bonding with critters and trying to make Ruan Mei care more for them since it raises the chances of her returning to Hearta Station. Or they start an actual cult. If this event showed something it's that you could make a religion out of Ruan Mei.

It'd also be interesting to see a research taking Ruan Mei down a strange or dark path and her dragging Stelle down with her. We'd already seen how narrow her view becomes when she hyperfocuses on her research. What if she ends up hurting Stelle in the process. Feel free to go dark with this prompt.

AUs and ships

I’d rather avoid setting AUs for this canon, since I feel like it would be hard to replicate the elements that make those ships so fun. I’d however love any canon divergences. I’d love an AU where Kafka is a double agent and has separate identity as Stellaron Hunter and someone on the Express. Or maybe since Kafka has powers affecting mind, there’s some sort of mental link between her and Stelle. What if Stelle starts to regain her memories. For Ruan Mei I think an AU where she starts to tamper more with Simulated Universe would be fun. Maybe something happens to Hearta and Ruan Mei starts to lead the development or it's an AU where it was always her project. Or maybe Ruan Mei's secret project in Herta's lab was something different.

I’d rather characters I requested aren’t shipped with anyone else. I wouldn't want an outright love triangle, but I'm okay with mentions of Stelle potentially having feelings for both women I requested her with. I’m fine with background Bronya/Seel. Feel free to inquire about other background pairings

AKANE-BANASHI

I’m up to date with manga, feel free to include new development

Akane Ousaki/Hikaru Kouragi

Finally, classic shounen rivals - lesbian version. I’m so glas we are finally here.

Rivalry slowly turning into romance! Becoming closer with every rakugo event that they meet at. Going together (on totally not dates) to rakugo events to watch other performers or maybe visiting places connected to the stories they’re working for inspiration. Would they try to help each other if either of them ran into trouble?

How would a confession look like? Would it be something open, or would one of them slip it between the lines. Would there be pushback about them dating given how traditional rakugo it? I won’t be surprised if there had already been some gay relationships the rakugo community that were an open secret, but what if Akane and Hikaru decide to come in the open about their relationship

AUs and ships

I think a setting change could be pretty fun as long as the element of rivalry stays intact. Different time periods, fantasy AUs, or such could be really interesting for them. Maybe they’re singers now, or bards. I would also be very up for a fastforward to when they’re adults and their rakugo career is in full bloom. How had relationship between them changed? Or has it stayed pretty much the same?

Please don’t ship Akane and Hikaru with anybody else.

MACHIKADO MAZOKU

I watched both anime seasons, but haven’t read the manga yet. Please don’t spoil developments that weren’t yet in anime.

Chiyoda Momo/Yoshida “Shamiko” Yuuko

Do I even need to explain? Those two are just perfect together - a depressed magical girl finding love and acceptance with very clumsy demon who makes the dark side look way more tempting than it ever should have been.

I’m definitely here for both Shamiko trying to pull Momo out of depression through her “evil” schemes and for some more serious plot. Whether it be cute moments of bonding or Shamiko proving her worth when her friends or family are in danger, I’m here for it.

I would be up to more outings of those two. Maybe they go to aquarium or movies? Or maybe Momo requires more mental support and has Shamiko dive into her dreams (this time consensually) to help her deal with some sort of bad memory or recurring nightmare. What if some rouge demon or magical girl came into town and started causing trouble? How would our duo resolve it? Are there more secrets left behind by Momo’s sister than need to be solved?

Chiyoda Momo/Yoshida “Shamiko” Yuuko/Lico

I really loved the addition of Lico to the cast. She’s such an chaos element, because at one moment she’s extremly useful and the second she’ll be trying to spike your food with suspicious herbs. Just 100% trickster fox and I love her for that.

I found her relationship with both Shamiko and Momo extremely compelling. She’s a bit of a cunning senpai for Shamiko, obviously happy to teach her, but definitely not above a harmless prank here and there. On the other hand, there’s Momo, who visibly reminds Lico of her bad experiencess in the past, but at the same time she’s very willing to help Momo, but not without being very snarky about it and pranking her like there’s no tomorrow. I feel like that complex relationship between the characters is so good.

I would be curious to explore Lico’s point of view when it comes to Momo’s descent to the dark side. Is that the reason why she warmed up to Momo despite her bad experiences? Does she have some specific hangups that she needs to work through before she can actually enter the relationship? Does Lico want to influence Shamiko’s development as a demon in some way, or is she satisfied helping her along on the path Shamiko choose herself? Does she try to teach Shamiko some of her magic? What if Lico engaged in some pranking that got out of hand and now is desperately trying to hide the truth from Shamiko and Momo by creating a fake villain?

AUs and ships

I don’t want any setting changes, but would very much enjoy other AU shenanigans. What if Sakura was still around and trying to play a matchmaker? What if something goes wrong when Shamiko dives into Momo’s dream and they end up bodyswapping? What if Momo also started working in the cafe? Time loop could be very fun for this fandom.

There are no other relationships I’d be interested in that come to my mind, but, as always, feel free to ask me through the mods about secondary pairings you may want to add to the story

REIGN OF SEVEN SPELLBALDES

I’m up to date with anime and read the first 3 volumes of manga.

Oliver Horn/Pete Reston

I just love how tropey “my roommate has magically changed gender and now I’m helping him keep it a secret” is. The moment I saw it I was sold. Especially, given that Oliver has plenty secrets of his own.

Also, the setting being just edgy Hogwart with swords is so good. I love how dangerous Kimberly is, and how well it captures the charm of magic with the madness of people who end up pursuing it too farm and the system that encourages them to do just that.

Oliver is teaching Pete swordfighting which is such a good opportunity for extra bodily contact with helping him adjust his stance and such. I’d love to see Pete getting distracted, while Oliver is just doing his best to be hundred percent professional teacher and try to ignore his feelings. Extra points for accidental sword-related double entendres.

I’d also love an exploraion on how much changes about their cohabitation. Pete mentions wanting to set a curtain, but is it the only change that happens? If there are other changes, what prompts them? Are some changes only applicable to when he’s a woman and get removed if he turns back to his original gender (since it’s mentioned that reversi can change between genders)? Are there situations where Oliver has to help Pete protect his secret? How does he go about it?

AUs and ships

I’d prefer no setting changes, I just really, really love the idea of Kimberly as this edgy take on Hogwart. Though as always I’d be open to canon divergences. Maybe Pete catches a hint of Oliver’s secret and tries to carefully figure out what’s going on. How would he react if he learned of his revenge? Would he try to stop Oliver?

I’m fine with mentions of Oliver’s fascination with Nanao (and Pete potentially feeling jealous of Oliver giving her attention), but I don’t want an outright love triangle

CROSSOVER FANDOMS

Mordred (Fate Series)/Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail)

I feel like those two would be just perfect for each other, both being artificial humans caught in schemes of other people and just trying to find their place in life as they go.

I’m fine both with the idea of Mordred becoming incarnated and joining the Express crew or Stelle summoning Mordred during Holy Grail War (or contracting her some other way). I’m fine both with using already existing Holy Grail War as a setting or creating a new one for purposes of the story. Also feel free to go as deep or as shallow with Fate lore as you want. I just want to see fun interactions between Stelle and Mordred, so I’m fine with whatever amount of worldbuilding works with you as a writer

I feel like those two would have amazing dynamic, quickly hitting it off and enabling each other. They’d also work really well as a battle duo, dishing out damage left and right. They’d be incredible Master and Servant duo or partners depending on which setting you chose. I would also love to see how they’d deal with the main thing that sets them apart—the fact that Mordred had already lived her life and made her mistakes, while Stelle is still trying to figure stuff out, not remembering her past and still being caught in other people’s schemes.

If you chose to focus on HSR setting I’m fine both with following already existing stories, or some original adventure. Maybe Stelle and Mordred decide to engage in some bounty hunting for some quick cash. Or they go sightseeing and end up wrapped into some kind of trouble.

I have some idea of pretty much all Fate series officially translated into English (I’ve only seen the OVA for Fate/Strange Fake, since I wanted to wait for anime adaptation, so if you want to use characters from it, please elaborate a bit more on who they are), but other than that I should be good for any existing Fate characters you want to use.

TOTAL FANTASY KNOCKOUT

I’m fine with story based on either anime or manga, I’m caught up with both.

Jinguuji Tsukasa/Tachibana Hinata

Childhood friends who are practically inseparable and strongly dependent on each other? That’s already perfect, but now throw into it a crazy goddess who isekais both of them, turns one of them into a girl, throws an unspecified curse, and forces those two to confront the fact that their feelings for each other might go beyond friendship? That’s beyond perfect. That’s galaxy brain and I want more of that mishmash of tropes.

I’m all about everyday interactions and weird rpg shenanigans they get into, so you can never go wrong with leaning into it. But for something else: What if at some point one of them got returned back to their original world? How would the other cope? Would they be able to establish communication between the two worlds? How would they go about reuniting?

I would love to see them taking their relationship a step further. I crave all the awkwardness that’s going to come with those two idiots trying to figure out how to admit their feelings to each other. And the inevitable defeat of any villains who get in the way of them having a moment. Will Jinguuji and Tachibana try to go on a date with a disasterous results? Will Jinguuji desperately try to find a dating manual in another world? And will they be able to enjoy a romantic moment without “CHARMED” status ruining it?

I also love the new development in manga with Love Goddess reappearing and messing things up even more. I’d absolutely love if you delved into those new changes!

Feel free to include any other characters, they are a colorful bunch. Though if you want a suggestion, I’m very partial to Schwartz and Shen

AUs and ships

I don’t want setting changes, though I would enjoy seeing a different spin on how those two dorks get isekaied and under what circumstances they end up inflicting the wrath of Goddess of Love. Or I would love an AU where the goddess doesn’t succeed in her first killing attempt, so she keeps trying to isekai Tachibana and Jinguuji keeps foiling her plans every time (or maybe he fails at some point?). What if the curse placed by the goddess manifests in some other ridiculous ways? What if Shwartz wormed his way into the protagonists’ party and third-wheeled like only he can?

Feel free to include any one-sided crushes from canon.

WORLD TRIGGER

I’m caught up with the manga, feel free to incorporate new developments. I love the wide scoop of this series and that it really feels like a realized world.

Something goes wrong on the Away Mission is a prompt applicable to all the relationships. The relationships don’t have to end happily, especially if the story is set on Aftokrator.

Hyuse/Jin Yuuichi

I love that Jin’s endearment towards Hyuse is equally proportional to Hyuse’s grudge towards him. However, at the same time they are extremely alike in their whole-hearted dedication to their respective homeplanets. Due to that any sort of romantic relationship between them would require them to compromise the values they hold dear.

Jin as Aftokrator’s prisoner of war, because the idea of a scenario opposite to what happned in the canon is really fascinating to me. How would Hyuse treat his captive? Would Jin be able to manipulate Aftokrator’s politics to his advantage through Hyuse?

For something closer to Earth, I would love to see any shenanigans connected to Hyuse having to tolerate Jin’s presence. Does he act petty in small ways? Does Jin use his foresight to sabotage Hyuse, escalating their conflict into a full out prank war? How badly do Jin's attempt at teaching Hyuse chores or human culture go?

Jin Yuuichi/Miwa Shuuji

Their relationship is so fascinating, given how differently they chose to deal with their trauma regarding losing someone important to them to Neighbors. I’d be fine with both a look into their relationship when Miwa was still very against Neighbors or now futher into the story when he has mellowed down a bit about it.

Some sort of mission goes wrong and they end up having to work together. Or maybe something happens deepening the divide between the Border’s factions making it more difficult for Jin and Miwa to reconcile their feelings for each other with what they believe in. Or Jin gets hurt/kidnapped and Miwa has to struggle with both his feelings and how difficult it is to protect people without Jin’s support

Hyuse/Miwa Shuuji

Two idiots coming from the opposite sides of conflict, having to overcome their strong nationalistic tendencies to meet somewhere in the middle and kiss.

I love the idea of Miwa monitoring Hyuse when he sees him in the Border, because he’s an enemy. What if Jin roped Miwa into helping mantain Hyuse’s cover story. What if they bonded over their shared dislike of Jin. I’d also love a scenario where Miwa squad didn’t know that Hyuse is a Neighbor and interacted with him normally (while Hyuse was under assumption that they obviously know and are just helping maintain his cover). What if Miwa was taking part in the away mission alongside Hyuse?

AUs and ships

I don’t want any setting changes, but I would be okay with any roleswaps. What if Jin was an Aftokrator’s Neighbor and Hyuse was an actual Canadian? Or maybe Hyuse was the friendly Neighbor that Mikumo meet at the beginning of the story. It would also be fun if teams were different. Or different characters’ having different side effects. Someone being caught in a timeloop during the Aftokrator’s invansion would be extremely interesting (or other interesting point in canon).

On top of my head the only extra pairing I’d be fine with would be Ema/Chika. Please inquire about other pairings through mods, there are just too many character’s for me to remember all the ships. I’d rather the requested characters didn’t end up in an outright love traingle, but I'm fine with acknowledging them potentially having feelings

FATE/GRAND ORDER

I’m only playing on NA server. Please don’t include spoilers for what happened on JP servers.

Okada Izou | Assassin/Sakamoto Ryouma | Rider

I love that the first we see of their relationship is Okada being absolutely pissed about Ryoma betraying him and leaving to die, and Ryoma being like “that’s fair”, and letting himself get stabbed because he has absolute confidence that Okada doesn’t actually want to kill him. If that’s not great ship material I don’t know what is.

I love how thin the line between Ryoma caring about Okada and manipulating him into doing what he wants is. And that Okada is aware of it, but at same time he’s completely unable to let go despite constantly proclaiming that he won’t get tricked again. And yet he gets tricked. Every. Single. Time.

I would love both some shenanigans in Chaldea, as well as a look into their lives before they became Heroic Spirits. I’m not very versed in history of Japan though, so while I’d love a more history based story please assume you are telling it to someone who needs a quick history lesson at the same time. For Chaldea shenanigans I would enjoy Okada picking up fight with everyone who catches his attention and then inevitably getting his ass kicked, because he’s used to being a big fish in small pond, while Ryoma tries to make sure he doesn’t kill himself in the process. Or helps him get along with other Heroic Spirits. I would love to see Okada being pacified with some food. Maybe discovering liking for a dish he had never tried before.

Inclusions of Oryou is welcome, and you are free to make it a threesome. Just please don’t forget to include some flirty Ryoma and Okada interactions.

Saitou Hajime | Saber/Yamanami Keisuke | Saber

What is with GudaGuda and introducing great m/m ships?! We will never know. But what I do know is that Saito being very protective of Yamanami all through the event really got to my shipper soul. Everyone was giving Yamanami shit about being the traitor and what did Saito do? Make sure that this time Yamanami wouldn’t be alone when traitoring and if it isn’t a basis for a ship, I don’t know what is.

I would love both some shenanigans in Chaldea, as well as a look into their lives before they became Heroic Spirits. I’m not very versed in history of Japan though, so while I’d love a more history based story please assume you are telling it to someone who needs a quick history lesson at the same time. I obviously don’t want any references to how Yamanami is going to join Chaldea in the future, but the fifth GudaGuda event already gives a pretty good idea about how he interacts with others. I’d enjoy seeing a Shinsengumi outing where they try to ease Yamanami into being a part of their group again and Saito quietly supporting it. But I would also love to see Yamanami reciprocating that kindness by seeing through Saito’s facade and being there when he needs it.

Amakusa Shirou Tokisada | Ruler/Semiramis | Assassin

I feel in love with this ship when watching Fate/Apocrypha and I’m living with all the content FGO is giving for them. Truly, Ancient Babylonian Ruler/Priest is a winning formula for Fate ships.

I love how much those two contrast, yet fit each other. And how well they understand both the virtues and vices of the other. I’d love to see valentine events after the first one where Semiramis got introduced. Are they similar, or does the way they celebrate change? Is there a return gift on White Day?

I greatly enjoy that Amakusa is pretty much a kindergarten caretaker who works himself to the bone when he isn’t the biggest Holy Grail craving menance to happen to Chaldea. I would enjoy seeing either side of him, whether it be Semiramis indirectly helping Amakusa regarding the children or foiling his attempts to get the Grails. I would also love any totally-not-dates involving those two.

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General prompts for all the requested relationships: I’d love mission gone wrong. Maybe they Rayshift with Master (I’m fine with both male and female Master for this request) but end up stranded during the mission. Or they have to camp somewhere and it results in a lot of bickering. Or the characters unsuccessfully try to stealth.

AUs and ships

I don’t want setting AUs for this canon unless you want to explore alternate history takes, since that’s the type of content I’ll eat with a spoon.

Please inquire through mods if you want to include other ships, because there’s too many characters to consider

FATE/SAMURAI REMNANT

Zheng Chenggong/Zhou Yu | Archer

A Master and Servant duo that was gone too quickly. I'd love an alternate version of events where they stick around for longer (or even just snapshot of what if Zhou Yu survived for longer).

I'd also ve very okay with some look into their lives during the Waxing Moon Ritual. They had a very interesting relationship of mutual respect and I'm kinda interested in seeing how it would reflect on them becoming even closer

Miyamoto Musashi | Berserker & Zheng Chenggong

Miyamoto Musashi | Berserker/Zheng Chenggong

Since the game was hinting very strongly that Musashi's Master might get eliminated early (or resign from Holy Grail War to protect her life) I started speculating that maybe she and Chenggong would end up working together as a Master and Servant duo since they had a lot of interactions together. It didn't happen, but I kinda want to see that version of events now, where after losing Archer, Chenggong ends up contracting Musashi who became Masterless. Fell very free to combine this prompt with my Archer/Chenggong request, and have Chenggong internally suffer because he formed a contract with different Servant.

Alternatively I'm fine with more canon typical shenanigans. Plans going astray because Musashi keeps rushing forward. Or a patrol that ends up with her getting distracted by shops or events. Those two had such fun interactions with Chenggong trying to be tactical, but always getting caught in Musashi's chaotic tempo.

Or maybe Musashi visits Chenggong to cheer him up after he lost Archer, because she would never pass an opportunity for drinking. And if she cheers him up while she's getting plastered then all the better.

AUs and ships

Feel free to go wild with swapping Servants, putting in different ones, or changing the course of the Waxing Moon Ritual. I'd rather the majority of the main Servants were still Japanese, since I liked the theme, but you don't have to stick to it for stray Servants. I also feel like my timeloop like would be very relevant here with Chenggong potentially trying to find a way to have Archer survive the loop or maybe he just gives up and tries to make the most of that final neverending day they have together

I lowkey ship Iori/Saber (but don't let that stop you from potentially yeeting Saber out for some fun alternatives if you do go for Servantswaps). Also for Saber I'd prefer they/them pronouns in general, but if a character canonically addresses Saber with a specific pronoun then please stick to it

THE WEAKEST TAMER BEGAN A JOURNEY TO PICK UP TRASH

Ivy & Oguto

I really loved the relationship between those two and kinda hoped that Ivy would stay longer in Latome. Which is why I'm hoping to read some more about Ivy and Oguto

I'm always up for Oguto protecting Ivy. Maybe someone from Latomi comes and tries to take Ivy away and Oguto steps in to stop them. Or there's some other trouble that Ivy gets dragged into

I'd also love if someone noticed Adandara again, which resulted in more attempts to hunt her, while Ivy was desperately, but subtly trying to discourage Oguto from searching. On that note I love both Adandara and Sora, and would be very happy to see them included.

If you go for a story where Ivy stays for a longer time at Latome I'd be excited to see her finally trusting Oguto with her secrets.

AUs and ships

I'd prefer no setting changes. Though I would be very okay with an AU where Ivy stays for a few years in Latome with Oguto. I don't necessarily want her to give up her dream of travelling, but I think that waiting until she's at least a bit older would be a good compromise. I would also be very okay with Oguto adopting Ivy if she does decide to stay for a longer time in the village. I assume it would initially happen for legal reasons (like making sure she can't be forced to return to Latomi), but Oguto would quickly decide to become an actual parent to her

I lowkey ship Oguto and Verivera

[twaaay]

a lil drabble idea with kinda ghost siren Sun

Kidnapping warning? Actually, Sun here just want to be able to play with his friend, he doesn't quiet realise what by this he will rip same friend from their whole life. Good thing mc already lost it all lol

Ok, the idea itself (another warning, it's my unorganized rumble before sleep, i will redact it and post in AO3 much more presented later) :

the story starts as an adult reader passing by the township and is warned by locals about “siren’s road” and reader laught at this calling the passage as “road toward home” and jumps into the car. While driving, reader reviews memories of their live. Starting with legend of the road and trying to guess why locals and tourists prefer to spend hours zig zagging in the canyons when there is such a nice straight road thought the wasteland slowly wondering toward their childhood memory about the same road what explains why reader called the pass as “road toward home” at the first place. 

The memory is them as a child on backseat of their guardian’s car on their way after lost of other guardian to the new beginning as their guardian told them. Unfortunately, that day the heat was too much apparently and the car broke down on the halfway. Reader’s guardian spend hours trying to find where the problem is while reader wondered around empty space picking up nice rocks. Reader’s guardian tells them some more local’s legends about the place and the name of the road to keep the child entertained.

An hour passes unevented and the guardian decides to deal with the car’s problem on the morning, cus the sun is going to set soon and nights in here are cold and dark so there will be no point in continue working. The due settles in the car to sleep and soon guardian drifts to sleep but reader is restless. They remember now clear as day what happened next but it’s need to be oblivious what adult reader thinks of the things what happened during the night as a dream, vivid and endearing for their heart but still a dream.

As the clocks hit 00 pm, the weald started to be illuminated by fantoms of some fantasy world. The child reader got from their thoughts by light of all colors and peeks throw the car’s window only to see what once empty space was now a bottom of the ocean. They quietly slip out of car and wonder around eternal kelps seaweed and all kind of creatures, in complete awe. They got playing around and running after a group of colorful fishes more into magical underwater. They aren’t actually capable of touching anything and same goes to their surroundings, the reader just passes like a ghost thru creatures, plants and objects cus it’s another dimension actually and you can’t get in there unless a certain conditions (kinda like a fran bow thing or smt)

So child reader keep wondering around and stumble over Sunny, who of course seeing a child trying to play around with fishes joins in. Cut things short: the two have fun and bonding with each other for hours, playing around all sorts of games without actually touching or hearing each other, but a siren certainly gets attached quickly. Unfortunately for him, the occasion was noticed by Moon and the other siren got in time just as Sunny was about to lur the child by his hypnosis to complete the ritual of transferring from one plain to another and play with new friend without worrying about time then dimensions connect almost ending. Instead, Moon hypnotise a human child to get back to sleep in the car, not listening to his counterpart’s whines. Eventually, Sun’s gives up and uses the remaining time to leave a gift to MC.

In the morning, reader finds a bright red line of seaweed by the car. Adult reader thinks the gift is some kind of prank from passing by locals to keep the legends fresh for tourists, but still treasure it’s dearly even after all this years. They placed the long faded in colors and dried gift in their pendant but never actually dares to open and look at it once more cus they are scared to ruin the strange old plant completely by a lightest touch. The memory ends with guardian waken up mc at 6 am to say what car now up and working and there is no sight of problems. Guardian laughs and say what yesterday the weather must be really too hot and through the night the car just cooled down.

Now back to the present there we discovers what reader actually just lost everything and decade to get back through this road to try start their live again. A lil timeskip on the sunset and suddenly the reader’s car crushes. Reader tries to find a problem but just as their guardian years ago, they can’t pinpoint on what’s wrong with the car: everything seems fine and operational. Unlike the memory, adult mc face the sunset still trying to see the problem. The reader goes back in the car near 00 pm and just about to close their eyes for a small rest then the light shows up again.

(It must stay a bit unclear, but the reason why reader’s car crushed in the first place was sun. He sensed his gift and had no intentions on letting his friend go again. He was determined to get the reader in his dimension this time and to finally be able to play with his dear small friend again. Also, yes this deadland the road lays in was really far in the past and actual ocean. The human plane may change, but the parallel is still one)

[epaily]

first 8 hours of totk review :D

SPOILERS UNDER CUT

that was the coolest intro to any game ive ever seen, loved starting w 30 hearts and full stamina especially bc that wasnt possible without glitches in botw

do not reconize matt mercers voice at ALL

i thought link losing his arm was very cohesive!!! lovelove love that thats how we lose hearts

i love everything about rauru

top portion of the map is absolutely gorgeous. the fall colours are beautiful. the constructs are creative and blend in well artistically and narratively. theres cooking pots everywhere. its still large but a blip on the map comparatively and very mountainy so its very good to explore and find secrets. scratches my brain

it didnt take me 5 weeks to do the tutorial this time around :D

speaking of map, it looks fucking huge. i dont think its bigger then the botw map but the area borders are different and its throwing me way off

how do i fucking drive some of these things

every time i see an item i reconize its like greeting an old friend i havent seen in a while

and every time i see a new thing im both pleasently surprised and at ease, like im meeting someone for the first time but we immediately click

and every time i see something mildly incorrect im either sad or discombobulated. i walk past a place where i know theres a shrine in botw because ive seen it a thousand times, and theres no shrine. i dont know where they went, just sunk into the ground again? they should still be standing just dead and not glowing and inaccessable imo :((

speaking of shrine THERES ZONAI SHRINES!!!!!!! they follow p much the exact pattern as botw shrines. overall so far i prefer the aesthetic of botw shrines more.

at the end instead of spirit orbs you get "light of blessings" and i stumbled over typing it because i 100% think it should be blessings of light. light of blessings sounds incorrect.

why is there a fuckign fairy fountain right outside dueling peaks stable.

WHAT IS THAT GIANT KING BOKO WHAT. WHAT.

blood moons are still a thing unfortunately and its much sharper and scarier looking this time around

its very weird not having my champion abilities. or 3 wheels of stamina. and everything hurts. where is my paraglider. WHY CANT I GLIDE THIS FEELS SO WRONG

take a shot every time i fall off a cliff

theres tunnels to the center of the earth that instakill you

it isnt "malice" anymore its called gloom now. im still calling it malice.

the abilities links prosthetic arm give him are legit so fun. a bit janky and they take some time to get used to but im having a good time. all i can make is a shitty little car i cant steer. im having a great time.

im not playing this as cohesively as i did botw. walking right past quest markers and things. the way i played botw means by the time i would have gotten the master cycle there would be nothing left for me to do to use it with. i doubt it will be the same but i want stuff to do post game

im not fucking finding a thousand korok seeds again. not for a very long time. i laughed maniacally after the first one and then stopped at 7. they have backpacks bigger rhen they are its adorable.

lots of new weapons

fuse is my favorite ability

shiekah slate is now called the "purah pad" which doesnt roll off the tongue as nice. do you think link was pissed when zelds made him give the slate back. do you think he misses cryonis blocks. because i definitely fucking miss my cryonis blocks

theres been fucking crows outside my window being loud as hell this whole post

lurelin village got invaded and swamped by pirates :((((

my least favorite armor set, the luminous gimp suit is being sold for free in kakariko and im kinda mad about it

paya is chief of kakariko now :D

i had a few more but im tired now zzzz

[that-guy-jin]

Day Eleven: Surrogate

TW: Violence, Foul Language

Evening had set in along the port city of Kugane, the night life had been more lively than most nights, likely due to a special event being just around the corner for the far eastern nation. While the two weren't ones for big crowds or taking part in such celebrations, they did however still partake in their own way. Mostly done from the comfort of their own home, they still needed to make their way to the markets to procure a few things.

Suki had kept close to Jin, clinging to his arm, tail making its attempts to keep coiled around his leg with every step, her head buried in his side; her eyes scanned the area. She had never been a fan of so many people in one place, the prospect often overwhelming her senses, causing her to shut inside her or glue herself to Jin's hip more than she usually does.

The viara himself wasn't a fan of crowds either. Though, in his case, he had a general disdain for people, having been around long enough to see nearly any and every side an individual can possess; it only caused him to become more jaded as time went on. He kept an arm around the raen, understanding well by now that she would rather be anywhere else right now and he couldn't agree more with her.

"I promise, we'll make this as quick as possible. Trust me, I don't want to be here long either.", Jin spoke up, trying to be heard over the bustling city folk.

She nodded against him, one of her hands clutching at the fabric of his kimono, "I know, I know. I'm sorry for being like this…"

He'd shake his head, "Hey, don't be sorry - some people aren't-"

In the midst of his sentence, a couple of drunkards bumped into them, nearly stumbling back onto the gravel in the same motion. "H-HEY! Watch where you're goin'. There's more than just you two here, you know!"

Jin quirked a brow at the remark, grumbling a bit under his breath, though offering a hand nonetheless. "Yes, you and your friend here should keep that in mind as well. Just an observation."

The man had a fowl expression on his face, rejecting the offered hand as he clumsily regained his footing, getting a little too close to Jin, "W-What did you-hic-just say? You're the one that wasn't paying attention." He glanced down to Suki, the other imbibed friend having been eyeing her up the entire time up to that point. "This your lady?" The other spoke with a slur, comparing the two side by side, "Aren't you a little old for a girl that fresh? She looks like she should still be taking classes."

Jin's brows furrowed, a nerve struck at the remark. Suki's cheeks reddened at the suddenness of the question. Jin looked over to her then back to the two hindered individuals, "She's my ward. I'm duty-bound to her." He said this as he brought her impossibly closer, already smelling an altercation blending in with the stench of sake and whatever else they were up to prior.

The two looked at one another, a wide grin spreading on both before looking back to Jin and Suki, "Oh? Duty-bound? What, you two love doing that kind of roleplay? You into that kinda thing? Not surprising with people arou-hic-nd here."

The expression on Jin's face contorted more, a scowl slowly drawing on his features. Suki placed a hand on his chest, "Jin, please. Let's just go, o-okay?"

The other chimed in right after, "Aw, what?~ Afraid to admit it? Don't worry, we can help you out. Have you called him 'daddy' yet? Or may-"

Before the man could finish his remark, Jin gifted him a backhand that sent him hard on his back. "Who the fuck-", the other spoke, grabbing the neck of the bottle in his hand, swinging it towards the viara.

Seeing it from a malm away, he caught the arm, using his free hand to find a vice grip around the drunkard's neck. He put an uncomfortable amount of pressure around it, the man starting to choke and suffocate.

Jin kept him like this, the hues of his deadpan expression flashing a fervent glow, "I'd prefer if you didn't end up like your friend, so keep your mouth shut. Pick him up and be on your way, less I hail the guard after taking care of you."

A deadly glare pierced the man for a moment longer, Jin wanting to watch the life slowly drain from his eyes - a lesson being taught for his careless words.

"Jin, please! You're going to draw too many eyes!", Suki spoke, looking around as other passersby started to take notice, mumbling to those nearby. "We'll get what we need to tomorrow, earlier, so we don't have to worry about this. Please…"

The plea had been heard, bringing him out of whatever depth he'd begun to fall into. Simply throwing him aside, the man tumbled next to his companion, gasping and choking for air.

By the time he regained his breath, Jin and Suki were already blending back into the crowd, making a path towards the bridge and back home.

[southern-belle-outcasts]

The box is wrapped meticulously, though it is taped together with duct tape because that was all Spencer had in his apartment. He even bought a card and wrote her a note, wanting to give her more than just a simple present. This is about more than the present to Spencer. The letter is just as important.

The card reads: I do not have a way with words. I stumble over what to say to express how I'm feeling. So I'll borrow the words of Pablo Neruda.

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:

I love you as one loves certain obscure things,

secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries

the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,

and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose

from the earth lives dimly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,

I love you directly without problems or pride:

I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,

except in this form in which I am not nor are you,

so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,

so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

The necklace is a Fibonacci sequence dangling on a gold chain. Simple, but beautiful in its simplicity. And hopefully something she will enjoy. The gifts lay on the coffee table next to a carafe of hot chocolate and a new book he's been meaning to read. They have a quiet night planned for their Christmas and Spencer is looking forward to it, to the opportunity to just spend some time alone together.

@ifyoucatchacriminal

The card’s words, borrowed or not, spoke volumes. They voiced much of the emotions she felt from Spencer, but in such a poetic way she was going to now how to struggle not to cry. It was hard to be told she meant something to someone, that she was loved. Easier now, maybe. But still, the thoughtfulness of his choice of quote was going to have her saving that card forever. Her fingers brushed his pen strokes lightly, as though there was some way to absorb his writing and preserve it in herself so it could never be ruined.

Pulling the necklace out, she fiddled with the chain and let it catch the light from the Christmas lights she had put up. She wasn’t big about a lot of the stuff surrounding Christmas but one thing she would not pass up was fairy lights, as she preferred to call them.

“So Ah can wear perfection all the time,” she mused, voice soft with emotion, knowing the symbol very well at this point with how frequently her fingers or mouth found his tattoo of the very same.

Rogue shifted, to pull out her gifts for him. “Well, Ah thought about jólabókaflóð- the Icelandic book exchange with hot chocolate for Christmas Eve. And it’s not…it’s not new, and Ah’m pretty sure you’ve read it, but this version is mine. The only book Ah dragged around with me, even through the system and on the street.” She hadn’t ever spoken of that with Spencer. Rogue’s childhood was not something she talked about willingly, not with detail.

The dustjacket was covered in cellophane and had a blacked out barcode, clearly from a library sale and intended to preserve it better in the hands of many. For as old as it was it was still in decent condition despite Rogue having been one of many to read the book.

“As for somethin’ a lil more practical…”

“Ah may have taken the liberty of augmentin’ how long that frickin’ scarf is or it woulda taken me five years t’finish. That and Ah dunno how work would feel about ya wearin’ some eight foot long scarf. As it is Ah uh…kinda cheated and hit Jean-Paul up so Ah could borrow some speed t’finish the last few sections on time.”

She pulled out the final package.

“No offense taken if the prince turns his nose up cuz Ah got no idea how good the catnip in those is, Ah just figured he could have some sushi of his own next time we order.”

[pontevoix]

❛ could this be a trap ? ❜ (and ushijima to tendou before i drown you out again dbhjfv) princess bride starters | @giiants

tendou holds his index fingers up — side by side, far enough apart that he can imagine a string of electricity connecting them. he holds up two fingers & names them two endpoints of a scale. ‘ careful, ‘ he hums. ‘ this might be a trick question. ‘

he’s sixteen, then twenty, then twenty-two.

at that time, he would ask silly questions — would you rathers that either deepdive into absurdity or that intrude. example: would you rather have someone read your thoughts for an hour or see your entire search history ? communicate through emojis or never text again? if you had another hair color would it be? what kind of friendship is the best friendship? what do you wish your family did differently? what do you wish your friends did differently? what would it feel like to feel miserable every time you won?

there were never good answers to these questions.

he’s sixteen, then twenty, then twenty-two. sometimes tendou asks these questions to excavate answers he thinks he wants to hear or knows he doesn’t want to hear. he has always had the tendency to scatter pushpins in a circle around him, to see who might navigate past the hazards / who might be stopped / whom tendou can justify keeping at arm’s distance.

tendou is no longer sixteen, twenty, twenty-two. he refuses to play his old game, though he wants to. the game sometimes leaves a lingering sour taste that helps no one, so it . . . is something worth resisting.

sometimes he’s tempted to play again.

sometimes he forgets his old pattern trick questions entirely.

but today he asks ( in spanish ) : if you could live anywhere, where would you live?

it turns out : ushijima has apparently not forgotten the trick questions. tendou’s brow wrinkles; he figures that ushijima didn't mean to imply trapdoors & hostage situations & ducktape sorts of traps that may show up in manga. but they've agreed recently ( since they travel & are uncertain about next steps ) to talk for 15 minutes (when they manage to talk) in a language other than japanese.

it's a stupid agreement because tendou misses the feeling of japanese on his tongue, but it's easier to practice a language when there's someone who understands that you're confused so --

today they've settled on a rundown of spanish, & neither of them are really saying what they mean but

still, tendou translates: ' is this a trick question? ' from ' could this be a trap? '

the translation makes him dance a little in place, changing the distribution of his weight between left-right, right-left —- tendou deflects by tripping up the rhythm of his steps just enough that he can cut off ushijima's stride.

' absolutely could be a trap, ‘ he agrees. star-spread, tendou brings his arms to wide points & takes a standing split. ' you should tell me about that. what kinda trap are you thinking ? ' his fingers wiggle in the air - they do a terrible impression of the dances performed by inflatable men at car dealerships. tendou sometimes snags into moments where he smells a whiff of ushijima's imagination on the wind. it's usually a false-lead, but it's fun to entertain.

it’s also easier than answering too honestly. at sixteen, twenty, twenty-two, & even now . . . tendou snips away tethers at his feet. he answers from a distance & balloon-dips through conversation. it doesn’t help anyone.

ushijima is a bit of a monster, of a superhero, in the way that he doesn't stumble over pushpins or balloon choreography.

maybe that’s why it feels like a shit move to leave ushijima’s question unanswered. tendou runs a hand over the short crop of his hair. he has to reconsider what he was really asking ushijima before their language-practice fell flat.

' i mean. usually, yeah. but usually a trick question for me used to be . . . would you rather be right handed or give up volleyball? would you prefer a to speak spanish in japan or japanese in argentina? ' this is not entirely true . . . trick questions used to be intentional. & tendou hadn’t asked anything intentionally, but ushijima is right.

tendou asks a question, & he’s not prepared to know the answer.

remember: ushijima & tendou split ways once. they split ways twice. the idea of splitting ways three times feels like swallowing tree bark.

it’s a hard question, & tendou feels like a jackass for asking it without realizing so — for old time’s sake, he holds up his index fingers side-by-side. electricity pulses somewhere between. it sucks.

' yeah, i mean. i guess that's what i asked, isn't it? if you could live anywhere, where would you live? would you rather live in japan or here ? in poland or here ? in italy ? in argentina? thailand ? '

but he admits that he's been on edge the past few days. walking on tiptoes when he welcomes himself into ushijima's home, trying to pinpoint the minute that they have a conversation (again) about how they had previously tackled distance & again what distance might mean.

it’s hard to tell what patterns persist. what ambitions may have changed.

tendou cuts his tethers. ushijima builds foundations. tendou is growing older. ushijima is growing older.

it’s a trick question.

[margalitarry]

hey if you have the time to and are able to can you do a colby brock x reader where it’s the old TFIL video where they stay overnight at the ice skating rink and the reader is an ex-figure skater? maybe the reader tries to help colby and maybe even teach him a few skills along with the group trying to copy what they do and failing miserably. if you don’t want to write it or anything like that it’s completely fine. thank you!!

this love | c.b

~❦~❦~❦~❦~❦~❦~❦~

you can hear it in the silence

you can hear it on the way home

you can see it with the lights out

you are in love, true love

warnings: cursing, i think that's it?!?!?

word count: 1.6k

notes: colby brock x reader LOVEEE THIS IDEAA. took me like four days to write but i think i like it LMAO

master l ist

~❦~❦~❦~❦~❦~❦~❦~

you knew it wasn't a good idea, but there you were in the passenger seat with sam and colby waiting outside the ice rink.

corey had called you earlier that day asking if you were up to be in a video, but didn't explain the part where you didn't have permission to be there overnight. you reluctantly agreed after he said sam and colby would be there. also because growing up you were a figure skater, and the ice rink was practically your second home.

"is that them?" sam points out, looking at the group of people speed walking away from the door.

"wait- holy shit! that's definitely andrea!" you said.

you and the boys got out of the car to talk to corey, andrea and corbin as they came over to the back of the car.

"they just kicked us out!" corey exclaimed.

"like kicked, kicked out? is elton still in there?" sam asked.

"well kinda, the guy was super cool about it and just told us to leave. but he asked if anyone else was there and we said no so he's still in there." corey continued.

the group continued to talk until elton called to assure absolutely all the workers had left, and let you and the rest of the group in. you all immediately ran towards the ice rink and began to play like children on it. you and andrea agreed to race each other, only to absolutely eat it on the ice.

"you good there?" colby asked you; giving you his hand to help you up.

"yeah thank you, we should get the ice skates!" you told him.

the group agreed, all confessing that they had never properly ice skated putting a smile on your face. they hadn't had a clue that you figure skated for years.

everyone carefully, well most, carefully went on the ice. you easily glided past elton and quickly skated across the rink earning a few dropped jaws.

"you can fucking ice skate?" corey asked in awe as you came back towards the stumbling group.

"did it throughout all of middle and highschool."

"god damn i didn't even know that!" colby said.

you reached your arms out towards colby for him to grab onto as you slowly began to glide each other on the ice; only for him to slip and nearly take you down with him.

"okay you cant just not move your feet at all, think about it like roller skating." you said laughing, helping him back up.

"funny enough i cant roller skate either babe."

you rolled your eyes once again grabbing onto colby's arms, gliding across the ice even slower than the first time. he had almost slipped but managed to make it across the ice with you.

"okay i'd really prefer if this wasn't private lessons, my turn with y/n!" elton yelled from across the rink, making you skate back towards the group who had hardly moved.

"okay okay- just think about it like roller skating! just use one foot at a time to help push your body across." you tried to explain to the group as colby has just made it back over.

nearly immediately as the words came out of your mouth, they all attempted to skate on the ice, but only sam and corey falling this time around. andrea had gotten the hang of being able to move around fairly quickly.

you gleamed are the group as they all got the hang of your once beloved sport. you kept your eyes on colby though, who was holding hands with sam as they ridiculously tried to speed across the entire rink. he caught your eyes and smiled at you, only to distract him and cause him and sam to fall on top of each other.

"who wants to see what's in the bag!" corey yelled to the group, making everyone gather around him.

everyone broke out in laughter as he pulled out figure skating dresses for everyone to wear. even more laugher occurred once the boys had put them on over their clothes.

you grabbed colby's hand once he put on the dress and led him towards the middle of the rink.

"do you wanna learn a trick or two new found figure skater?" you teased him

"uh- yeah!"

you let go of his hand as you skated backwards a few feet to preform a small jump and twirl, which was truly simple but everyone else looked in awe. especially colby, it was like you you were the only one in the room to him. watching you smile and laugh with his friends made his thoughts more scattered than he realized.

"colby? admiring my skills?" you said to him, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"you're a fucking gem." colby laughed, truly admiring you despite the unmatched dress that tightly wrapped your coat.

"okay no- you all can easily do a twist on skates. just like how you turn but use a little more body force." you slightly yelled to the whole group.

elton, corey, and corbin all held hands as the practiced with eachother; sam and andrea doing the same. you turned back towards colby to grab his hands and help him learn.

it was a weird feeling you had with colby tonight, but you knew it it wasn't bad. it just always felt platonic; which made you feel hopeless. but you had known colby well enough to notice his lips tug upwards when you caught his eyes; which filled your stomach with butterflies.

after a fall and many catches, colby had gotten the hang of being able to twirl on skates along with andrea and corbin. you stepped out of the rink to sit down for a few seconds, watching your friends push and play with each other.

"you good?" colby asked, sitting down next to you.

"yeah! i just needed to sit down before my legs turn into jelly. are you okay?"

"i'll wake up with a few bruises to say the least. you're amazing on ice though, i cant believe i had no idea you could skate."

"its just something that's hardly brought up. you're all doing insanely good though!" you said, playing with the laces of your skates looking down.

"is there something you want to say?" colby asked straightforwardly, noticing the tension was mutual.

"no it's just- i don't know." you groaned, letting a short silence take place.

colby bounced his leg as you played with your skates, he looked down at you and felt a way he hadn't before. despite the awkward tension between you both, he couldn't have been more comfortable.

"we should go back out there, it's almost three in the morning we should probably leave soon." you spoke, standing up and walking back towards the rink.

you ignored the lingering thoughts in your head as everyone continued to race around and play. you and andrea chased around the boys in the bumper cars attempting to knock them over, only getting corey.

"we should head out, we don't know what time these people come to open." corey said, looking at his phone to see the time at four in the morning.

everyone was fairly tired and agreed, helping put everything they took out back and turning off the lights. corbin had left immediately, saying his goodbye. the boys recorded the outro for their video and you hugged corey, andrea, elton, and sam goodbye.

you and colby walked over to his car, as you had rode with him on the way there. he opened the door for you before getting in the car himself.

"you know you can talk to me about anything, just tell me what's in your head." colby spoke up as he drove away.

"it's just really confusing, i don't even know."

"did one of them say something to you? you seemed good majority of the night." colby pushed.

"no, no! it's just- fuck. it's you!" you confessed.

"what do you mean?"

"there's no possible way you're being for real. i've just felt like that for so long we've been friends and have never crossed that line but lately it's not the same." you rambled.

"it's not the same? do you not want to be friends?" he asked, his stomach dropping.

"no- fuck! i just like you and your stupid videos and helping you plan and edit for hours. having to put away the groceries into extremely specific spots, staying up until midnight to listen to a album! hearing you tell me about the next haunted place and all of its history and the way you smile at me! absolutely everything about you makes me insane and love you. no" you blurted out, putting your hand to you mouth after realizing everything you had said.

colby's jaw was slightly ajar at your confession. four hours ago you were teaching him how to ice skate and now you were confessing your feelings for him.

"are you serious?" colby asked.

"yes! as fuck!"

colby started speeding without even realizing that matched both of your heartbeats. the pressure of the speed and silence filled you from head to toe with anxiety.

"it's fine if you don't feel that way- it's just sometimes-"

"no i do, i'm sorry i'm just in pure shock. i don't think i've ever not liked you y/n." colby interrupted.

you started laughing, everything about it felt lucid.

looking at colby driving in this moment was a dream, him grinning but his face still tense. he ran a hand through his hair and looked over at you; causing your heart to skip a beat. the rush of adrenaline as the car reached eighty mph.

"i think i'm in love with you if anything." colby laughed.

"this took way too fucking long to happen"

you felt it everywhere, you didn't doubt colby saying he loved you for a second. it was something you felt in every way, every day you were with him.