#but everyone was so nice and this kinda collab is really helpful getting to see the changes and process up close!!

[toxiccaves]

I had the absolute pleasure of doing the switcharound art meme with SidVenBlu and Bemmun over on Twitter! I was so nervous I wouldn't do their art justice when it came my turn, but in the end I learned a lot and had fun! And now we all got more art of our favorite robots! <3

Check out their full pieces here!:

SidVenBlu

Bemmun

[b4tasquad]

omg you should do a niko fic where they meet during a video and he couldn’t stop flirting , which confused everyone since he doesn’t do it much in videos

Authors note: a small one til I finally find the time to write something between spending time with my family on vacay🤷‍♀️😪

Warnings: cussing ig

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“Ladies first.” Once again the guys are left shocked as Niko continued to treat you like you were a saint, unfairly put in a room with immature adults. Chunkz and Aj looked baffled at each other as the taller boy puts his hand around the back of your seat, and leans closer to whisper something in your ear. In their many years of knowing and working with Niko, they had never witnessed him be so… flirty.

When you had initially been invited to a beta squad video, you were thrilled. Not only did you love their group dynamic, but you were also a really big fan of their content. You weren’t unknown, if your millions of followers had a say in it, but being recognized and asked to collab by some of the biggest people on the internet was humbling.

While you were often calm, collected and could socialize very easily, today was a little different. In a room of all very famous men, there was no such thing as arriving relaxed. You were terrified, akin a little girl starting a new school. Upon meeting them though, your worry was quickly washed away. They were incredibly nice while introducing themselves and had a comforting thing about them that instantly made you feel better.

The video you were filming was for one of their most known series and today it was ‘Guess the Influencer’ seeing as you were an influencer, guessing who had the same lifestyle as you wouldn’t be too hard. Or you had thought.

Niko watched with a teasing smile as you wondered who to vote out. To begin with, Aj who was sitting on the other side of the table was supposed to vote someone out, but as he got ready, Niko interrupted him.

“Y/n should go first.” When Aj threw him a look of both disbelief and spite, Niko continued, and you guessed it was to redeem himself. “Since she’s a guest and all.”

Aj hadn’t looked too thrilled, but just shrugged, ultimately not putting up a fight like he usually would. But now, as everyone awaited an answer, you wished he’d gone before you.

“Fuck I don’t know who to pick.” At your words, all of them let out a laugh, Kenny’s obviously being the loudest. “Shit.”

Like little school boys, the guys continue to giggle over your choice of words. Hearing you cuss shouldn’t have had them this appalled, it had become kind of like your trademark in the industry after all, but seeing it live made it all the more funnier. Niko who still chose to stay close to you, leaned even closer to you.

You kinda figured that he was flirting with you along the way. If his gaze and words didn’t make it clear, his urge to stay close to you did. First, you had tried to be professional, but as his efforts became more frequent you couldn’t help but submerge yourself in the feeling of being wanted. You weren’t dumb enough to pass up an opportunity to flirt with Niko Omilana of all people.

“I’m voting contestant 2” If the guys heard him, Niko knew they’d never let him live it down. One thing was flirting with someone, but being so blinded by desire to cheat was something he’d never hear the end of. So with that knowledge, the Omilana made sure they couldn’t hear.

To them, it just looked like he was saying more flirty things. “Niko stop distracting, Y/n.”

Chunkz took a hold of Niko’s neck, pulling him back to sit straight. With a grin, he let himself be pulled, hands raising in surrender as a little chuckle escaped his mouth. “My bad.” He didn’t hold any remorse at all.

His stare was hot on you as they all waited for an answer. From the contestants to the beta squad, everyone was eager to get to the voting part, and were waiting for you to start.

What had possessed you to say it, you didn’t know. But as you looked at Niko after your words left your lips, his smirk and cocky expression showed everything his mouth didn’t tell.

“I vote contestant 2.”

[seokmattchuus]

Hi I’m the anon that was asking about how many prompts I can request… I decided that I’m going to put them all in here and then you can pick what you want. If you want to make more than one go ahead of you want to use all of them in one be my guest, if you do use any of them, can it be with Matthew please hahahah okay so we are looking at 4, 5, 11, 12, 13, 15, 16, 17, 20, 22, 24, 25, 27, 30… sorry for being annoying, if you want to ignore this you can haha I get it…

A/n: This took so fucking long and I'm so fucking sorry but I really didn't like it at first and it needed to marinate in my mind. Then I got sick and it's just been a mess, but long story short, here it is and it kinda sucks just a teensy tiny bit.

P.S. I don't think I proofread and I'm sorry. I couldn't bring myself to reread this and I don't have writer friends that I can send to look over 💀 We will suffer about it together <3

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"I can’t help but get a little angry when they’re looking at you like that." Matthew leaned over to whisper in your ear as he wrapped a possessive arm around your shoulder, his eyes never leaving the table that sat behind you. "They've been staring all night."

"Cameras, babe." You reminded playfully, trying to get him to remember you were currently at an award show.

"Everyone knows we're together, anyways." He gave you a boyish smile. "It'll be good press for our collab, anyways."

You left him be and focused your eyes back to the stage.

Matthew's protectiveness was something you loved to see. After years of dating people who didn't seem to care, Matthew's attitude made you feel like a prized possession. As cringey as it seemed, it did feel nice to be wanted to that extent.

"Your stylist must hate me." He whispered again. "Remind me just once," He licked his lips. "Who do you belong to?"

You turned to him with wide eyes and smacked his arm.

"We're in ear shot of a lot of people." You whisper-scolded. "They know we're dating but they don't know we're dating seriously."

"Are you saying you don't want to say it out loud?" He raised a brow, the playful tone long gone. "Do I have to make it known that we're dating seriously?" His eyes were serious, but you didn't back down.

There was a time and place for everything, and this was not it.

"I don't know what got into you, but we have to behave here." You tried to ration with him.

"We can always find a way out." He countered.

"You wouldn't."

"Don’t tempt me." He stated simply. "It's not like I asked for much, just something to prove a point." He shrugged. "So, you can prove the point, or I can."

"Did something happen?" Your face and tone were serious now. "You're rarely like this at events like this." You could tell something was getting to him, but you weren't sure and as he kept this act up, you were getting worried.

You pulled your phone out to message your manager, asking for the keys to the car because you were feeling a bit sick. Within minutes, she was at your table, and you explained you'd run to the store and be back soon, plus, it wasn't fair to your members to be left alone. Before she could reply, Matthew told her he'd go with you, and you could see her caving.

In the end, you were given the keys and Matthew all but ran to the car with you barely keeping up.

Once the doors were closed, he couldn't help but pull you on his lap.

“Open your mouth for me, darling.” He whispered as he brought his hands up to your lips.

Your stomach was swirling at the thought of doing this in the back of the car. In the parking lot of the award show at that. Getting caught by anyone was a high risk.

"Don’t pretend to be so innocent, now.” He tsked. "At least the windows are tinted. If we're careful when we get out, no one will know."

You licked your lips before parting them and letting his fingers coat themselves in your saliva.

As he took in the sight of you, legs spread over his dress pants, looking all dolled-up while he had his fingers almost knuckle deep in your mouth, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"You dirty, little slut." He cooed at you. "So oblivious, aren't you." He teased, one of his hands trailing down to pull up the hem of your dress so it was draped over his thighs. "I bet you couldn't hear them saying how much they wish they could be doing this to you."

Your eyes darted towards him, and you pulled back.

"That's what this is about?" You looked at him like he was crazy. "Because you're jealous?"

"And if you heard someone say how much they wish they could ride me all night long? How they give me a better night than you ever could? Right in front of you?" He paused and waited for a response.

You stayed silent, unable to think of how you'd react.

"That's what I thought." He scoffed. "Now be good for me."

He finished his sentence by roughly slamming his lips onto yours, the fingers that were in your mouth now moving under the dress and through your underwear.

"All this for me?" He smirked as his fingers were met with slick. "And to think.." He paused as his fingers slowly slid over your clit. "We wouldn't be doing this right now had you just said you were mine."

He let silence take over the car as his fingers quickly worked their way inside you, your legs unable to close due to being on his lap.

"Matthew-"

You started but got cut off as his thumb started working against your clit, your head falling against his shoulder in a silent scream.

"God, I hated hearing them talk about you like that." His voice was lower, almost a growl, as he roughly sucked hickies onto your neck. "You're fucking mine."

You wanted to respond, but with the way his hands and lips were working against you, you couldn't find it in you to make words.

He looked at the marks he left and his hand came up to grab your chin to make you look at him, the fingers that were inside you starting a rougher pace.

"Who left these marks on you?"

"Y-You, fuck." You felt your legs tighten around his thighs as your voice broke.

"Are you going to cover them up?" He challenged as his thumb worked faster against your clit.

You shook your head as you didn't trust your voice, your eyes closing as you felt yourself getting closer.

"Use your words, angel."

"No, fuck, no, just please." You could feel your face redden as the words just flew out of you. Something about Matthew always made you a mess.

“Say my name. Scream it.”

"Matthew~" You whined loudly, your legs shaking around him as you felt yourself cum undone.

"Louder."

"I-I can't," You gasped as you tried, and failed, to catch your breath.

"You don't have a choice here, angel." He gave you a boyish smile as he kept rubbing your clit, his free hand holding you in place as you started trying to back away. "Don’t forget who you belong to.” He paused to watch your mouth fall in an open scream. "I'll use you until I'm done with you."

He quickly pulled his fingers away from you and moved them to work against the button of his suit pants.

"Matter fact." He licked his lips as he pulled himself out of his boxers. “I’m not going to stop until you’re begging me to." He smirked down at you as he moved both hands to move you over him.

Your mind was still hazy as you let out a chuckle.

"Do you think this is a joke?" He furrowed his brows, but his tone was full of amusement. Watching you lose yourself because of him was an ego boost he'd never get tired of.

"You're cute." You giggled until you felt him slide into you, the pleasure making you shiver.

"And you're cuter." He pulled you in for a kiss as you were fully sat on him, your hips moving before he could tell you to do so. He smiled into the kiss as his hands moved you faster against him.

“That's my good girl.”

[pardonmydelays]

There hasn't been much news about him [LMM] lately for a while now until this month, so it's understandable to lose interest (I guess is the right term) in him and his projects. Warriors is definitely a huge step back for him! If he really is collaborating with Taylor Swift on this like we all began to speculate in April, then I would have rather it been some extended version of her song from TTPD featuring him. He is extremely capable of writing songs and creating characters for original musicals (even if they are based on a film or novel), and it just disappoints me that he went this route instead of spend his time and energy on a new original musical. Give me a reason to go to New York! I'm still going to to try and go next year anyway because there's a musical I really want to see (and because I am in dire need of going back), but I'm trying to get into musicals more and Lin just kinda ✨ threw away his shot ✨ with this one. As for Disney, yeah, I'm not entirely excited about that too, especially seeing that he probably chose Mufasa: The Lion King over Moana 2. I love "We Know the Way" and "An Innocent Warrior" the most! And "You're Welcome" and "How Far I'll Go". Bro really could've given us more songs like those in Moana 2... I'm sure the music will be good regardless, but it just lowkey sucks that he didn't write any of them.

I hope he has more, EXCITING projects coming up that he's been keeping a secret...

literally all of this - i agree with every single one of your words and i'm glad someone who's also a fan of his work has pretty much the same opinion about all of this (the warriors, collab with taylor, moana 2). there's really nothing more to say about this. we just have to wait and see what happens.

i don't think losing interest would be the right term in my case tho... it's actually more than that and i don't even know if i want to talk about it, but maybe i should. this fandom fucking destroyed my mental health to the point i don't want to be a member of this community anymore. i'm still a fan. i still follow him and i still love his work. i'm trying to keep up with all the updates. i know everyone here probably thinks i just found myself a new obsession and this is the reason i don't talk about lin anymore. trust me, i listened to in the heights the other day and i started sobbing like a goddamn clown. i still love him and i always will. i think it all went down when i created my musical theatre instagram account and started being more active in the fandom... the energy there is slightly different than here. people are actually fighting for his attention. his birthday was like a fucking shit show of who would do more just to be noticed by him. i kinda started feeling like maybe i am worth nothing because i've never met him, never been to new york (simply because i cannot afford it at the moment) or never been noticed, or maybe i haven't been here long enough, well, i also don't have a motherfucking role in this fandom - i'm not a writer, i don't make art, no talents at all, i'm just here to admire and enjoy his work. it all went too far and i was even too fucking tired to keep answering all the asks i was getting about him (and there was a lot of them at some point, probably because i was the most active member of this community on tumblr and someone who was always defending him and people started treating me like a person who knows fucking everything about him and that's just not true). i enjoyed it for a while. then i stopped. who the fuck even am i to be treated like a goddamn leader of the fandom or whatever the case was. i don't know. all i know is that it was just too much. i appreciate the fact that i was getting so many nice messages from all those people but ugh... i was once asked about discord server for his fans and i decided to create one with a huge help of my mutuals. then i fucking left. my own discord server. i don't even think anyone noticed. lmao. nobody actually asked me why, so that's what i assume. i was exhausted and drained. i just think people are taking all of it too seriously??? it was actually my mistake that i ever let myself think i was worth less than others because of all those stupid things. anyway. i don't want any of this. i hope no one in this fandom even remembers me now, maybe except those people i still talk to. the rest is history.

you may think i am making the same mistake now, but no. it's different. i am just here to have a good time, reblog silly pictures with my silly little tags and maybe make some of my mutuals laugh. i also want the new members of the fandom to feel loved and safe and to know that they are all equally important, doesn't matter if they were here years ago or joined last week. it's all just so fucking stupid. i don't have a role and i don't want one. i'm just here to enjoy it, it's way more fun this way - tumblr is actually great for me again.

i have no idea why i decided to use your ask as an opportunity to tell all of this. i don't know. i'm sorry. it just had to be said i fear.

one last thing, if you really want to get into musicals more, i can recommend you some of my favourites. i have a good taste actually!

[persphonesorchid]

Cupid's On Holiday - KSJ || Teaser ||

Summary: You don't get it, you're a damn catch. Anyone would be lucky to have you. You're smart, you're tidy, hell you'd give up your own kidney to a homeless guy if he needed it that bad. So what the issue? Failed relationships, blind date after blind date, and now your friend's competitive archery teammate is telling you he's Cupid here to help you find your one true love. You're not that desperate. He could take those golden arrows and shove 'em.

Genres: Angel!Au | Fluff, angst, smut, slight enemies to lovers, humor. (Specific smut warnings will be added to the full fic post :))

Rating: Mature

Notes: Hello all!! Guess who's back with another fic?? It's my drop for @raplinesmoon , @kithtaehyung and @joheunsaram 's Catch Of The Century Collab! Full fic will be out by Thursday and I'm so excited to share it with you all! Please look forward to it, and check out the other fics on the Collab that's already out! As usual for my teasers, three scenes in no particular order. I hope you guys enjoy the sneak peek 😜

“Guys, this is Seokjin.” Jungkook smiles, waving a hand at his friend, “He’s on the archery team.”

Seokjin bows his head in greeting, “Hello.”

“Jungkook talks about you a lot. It’s nice to put a face to the name.” Yoongi says as you struggle to come up with anything that won’t give away how nervous you suddenly felt.

“This is Yoongi, and Y/n.”

Yoongi nudges your side again and you smile, “Nice to meet you.”

There’s a twitch in his eyebrow as his eyes focus on yours, and for a moment it feels as though he’s looking right through you. He’s looking at you, but his eyes are so intense you feel like you’re under a microscope, or having one of those weird naked dreams and nothing to cover your shame.

It seemed like the moment stretched on for ages, and you’re stuck in a void being watched by someone you can’t see.

Seokjin's lips pull into a smile and when he blinks, you do too. There’s something strange about the air in between the space you occupied, something unfamiliar but at the same time not completely unknown. You’re not quite sure how to feel about it and you’re not sure if the shiver going down your spine was from the AC.

When he looks away from you to look at Jungkook, you lean over to take the basket from Jungkook’s lax fingers – it was filled with way more things than you’d all come in for - announcing that you’re going to check out.

You and Yoongi leave them both talking, walking back to the front of the convenience store where the cashiers were. You’re wondering about what that could’ve been, teeth picking at the skin of your bottom lip, brows furrowed in thought.

“You sure you’re good, right? You seemed a bit gone back there.” Yoongi asks, unloading the contents of Jungkook’s basket onto the counter, shaking his head as he picks up a packet of mint gum and places it with the things. “Well, actually, you looked stupid ��� and I don’t mean that in the way it sounds. You just kinda...blanked. Like the second you saw him you went outta your head.”

“Huh...” You look back to where Jungkook and Seokjin are still talking, still feeling watched even though he wasn’t looking. “Kinda felt like it.”

Staring at your door, you sigh, you’re happy for him, really. Everyone else shouldn’t suffer with you.

“Hello.”

You startle, a frightened screech leaving you as you turn. The person behind you yells, too, backing away from you with wide eyes.

You press a hand to your chest and take a deep breath, “Dude. My heart almost fell out of my ass. Why are you sneaking up on me?”

“Why’d you scream like that? You scared me!” Seokjin presses his back against the wall behind him, a hand against his chest also.

He relaxes, hands dropping at his sides, and you do the same, laughing a bit at the situation.

“Did you need something?” You ask, watching as he steps closer.

“Actually.” He puts a finger up, “I came to make you an offer you can’t possibly refuse.”

“Huh?”

Seokjin straightens his form, smiling again, “I can help you.”

You blink, looking off to the side before your eyes settle on him again, “....help me with?”

Seokjin looks a little confused now, brows furrowing and he puts his hands behind his back and chuckles. “Your problem.”

When you stare at him blankly he sighs, “I can help you find the one you’re destined for.”

“Are you drunk?”

“What? No. I’m not drunk. I’m being serious!” He says, shaking his head, “Why do I always have to do this? I hate this part.”

He’s talking to himself now, and you’re trying to slot your key into your lock without him noticing. Maybe he is drunk, or maybe he’s one of those salespeople who try to talk you into buying shady things.

He suddenly looks at you and you freeze, giving a slow, awkward smile. “Um. Whatever it is... I’m okay. You should go lie down or something.”

“I’m not drunk.” Seokjin repeats, “Your friend went out on a date right? I saw him on the way up.”

That’s weird. Yoongi only left a few minutes ago, if Seokjin took the stairs there’s no way he would’ve seen him.

“I can help you with that. Getting a date, I mean.”

“Are you asking me out?”

“Not me, no.” He seems to think for a moment, “I’m actually the only person that can help you. I’m a Cupid. And it’s my job to steer you in the right direction so you can find that person.”

You laugh and he frowns, but what else are you supposed to do? He looks completely serious, and you wave a hand at him.

“Okay.” You say even though you don’t believe him, giving him a thumbs up, “That’s nice. I’m gonna go...and you can go lay down, okay?”

You turn quickly, opening your door and slipping inside. You leave him standing there, shutting the door behind you.

“...oh-kay...”

Seokjin has seen love before, as it is, his duty was to bring those who are fated together by a series of coincidences. A meet-cute here, a spilled coffee there, even going as far as to reunite friends who've grown up and apart from each other. He’s seen how love can make people bloom like flowers in the spring, and change like seasons together.

He’s seen love make people go distances they’d have never dared to otherwise. He’s seen it in simple words and touches, grand and minute gestures.

So, Seokjin knows what love is when he feels it. It’s that feeling he gets in his chest when you smile, poking fun at him because there’s always something that’s so distinctively human he would never understand. Strange now that it makes him happy, you’re at a point where you no longer deny him being your friend when other people ask, when you take his teasing in stride like friends do.

You’re happier now, despite the trial and error and the hoops you have to jump through to get where you want to be.

It’s the way your hand felt in his when you held it for the first time. It was after one of your many dates, a Saturday evening when the sun was already dragging the moon into the sky.

First snow, and you’d both sat on swings in an empty park far away from where you’d normally venture. Crystalline flakes fluttered into your hair and melted on your clothes. He’d given you his scarf before you could start to shiver.

He’d been content to watch you then, boots kicking at the snow that was piling up quickly.

Watching the way you found joy in a snowflake landing on your nose, and the way you’d try to catch them with your tongue. On the way out of the park, you held his hand because there was ice on the ground and you didn’t want to slip.

Even through the layer of your gloves Seokjin felt the warmth of your skin. He’s way beyond being flustered by such a thing, but heat climbed his neck and flushed his cheeks and he blamed it on the cold.

Tagging: @xpeachesncream @taestefully-in-luv @bangtansmauyeondan @madbutgloriouspond @blog-name-idk @matchstick6812 @btsstan12 @allhobbitstoisengard @amon-rei @dontstoptime @luaspersona

[missbrunettebarbie]

TTPD -the album proper- first thoughts

Here are some thoughts about TTPD -the album proper, cause I do not have the time or energy to analyze The Anthology (Taylor, wtf was this double drop???)- before I’m influenced by other people’s thoughts. Warning: I may be waaaay off the mark in some cases cause half the time when I was listening to these songs for the first time I was like “???”

Fortnight (feat. Post Malone) - Great melody, smart choice for an album opener, nice lyrics, no idea wtf the song is talking about. Like, I am guessing it’s about (a first?) break-up with Joe Alwyn in February -and they might have gotten back together for only a fortnight then broke up again for good?- but I’m so confused. Also, why is this the lead single? Taylor, this is not gonna win you SOTY at the grammys. 7/10

The Tortured Poets Department - This was … unexpected, to say the least. This was truly a picture of a moment in her relationship, while I expected either some kind of introspection or parody. Also the line about what he told Lucy and she said the same to Jack? Insane. Girl, you are both better off single. The ring and the wedding allusion? God, it hurt. (And it was only the beginning with this album…). Amazing song anyway. 9.5/10

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys - Girl, this is mental illness for me. Love it to bits and I kinda wish it will become a single (I think it’s my … 3rd choice for a single?), but… girl, I’m happy you two broke up. 9.5/10

Down Bad - I had low expectations from this song cause the title inspired nothing in me, but it really delivered a punch. Probably one of the most honest songs on the album proper. Oh, and her vocals here? Her tone of voice? No notes, it just … hits different *_* 8/10

So Long London - Funny enough, I did hear a leak of this! But it was like … 10 seconds from the intro and I wasn’t sure it was real. It is a very good song, and I can understand why she chose it as a track 5. But for me, when compared to other track 5s -and with a title so inflammatory- it was a bit of a let down. Still love it of course. 8.5/10

But Daddy I Love Him - This one is about Matty Healy, isn’t it? Like, it has to be, cause for the life of me I can’t see who this guy could be but Matty Healy. This song … I laughed out loud. She’s unhinged. ‘I’m having his baby’. Girl, you are unhinged. The wedding fever continues, and now we get the first glimpse of the baby fever. God, I love her. You can literally hear how done she was with everyone having an opinion about whom she dates. I need to listen to this and I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) back to back, cause this girl was so so wrong. Except that bridge. The bridge is gospel and spoke straight to my soul. 10/10

Fresh Out the Slammer - And I’m guessing this is the continuation of the track before, so still about MH. I have to say, this is really meh for me. Maybe because I was expecting something even more high tempo, but this is just … there for me. It doesn’t help that the ‘pretty baby’ annoys me. 6/10

Florida!!! - Nice to see Florence get so much singing time. Their voices mashed surprisingly well. But just like with Fortnight -and these two do seem connected- I have no idea what she is talking about here. I think it might be a composite sketch referring to both her first post break-up shows and Florida as a metaphor for escaping from your life? Idek. But the melody is great and this might be my fave collab of hers so far. 8.5/10

Guilty as Sin? - Another Matty Healy one IMO. Amazing how much material she got from such a short-lived affair. IMO she made a mistake making this track 9 and Florida!!! track 8. I would switch them around to make more sense. I’m not 100% sure this is about emotional cheating, as I think the Joever break-up wasn’t as clear cut as it was made to be, but there is something here about overlapping timelines. 9/10

Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me? - Well, everyone should be now!!! I adore this song, it’s my fave of the album. If I have one complaint about it is that I would have put it more towards the beginning of the album instead of in the middle of the Matty Healy Saga - which makes no sense to me. Honestly, I don’t have much to say about this track cause in my eyes it’s perfect. This is the Taylor I’m here for. 10/10

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - That last line! I laughed so hard. On one hand, I feel sorry for her. Otoh, girl, you should have run the first time you saw him. Great song to end the Matty Healy Saga on. 9/10

loml - Wow, this was a punch to the gut. Every lyric here is a masterpiece and a dagger to the heart. I would love it if she made this a single (this is SOTY material IMO), but it’s probably too emotional for her. The melody reminds me of Last Kiss, but the piano is giving Evermore. 10/10

I Can Do It With a Brokern Heart - Why is this not the lead single, Taylor??? It has everything: melody, lyrics, airplay value, SOTY potential, why?! I love every single second of this song, especially the chorus. I’m probably gonna listen to it on repeat. Second fave after WAOLOM. 10/10

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived - Every song I thought was gonna be cutting turned out to be just plain sad. IMO, this song is both about JA and MH. I don;t really have much to say about this song, as it is just .. painful. 9.5/10

The Alchemy - Yeah, I’m team This Song is About Travis. Nice song, and I like that she included something about the current relationship, but it’s not exactly a fave for me. 7.5/10

Clara Bow - This was my predicted fave, but it was def dethroned. Still, I do think this is Top 5 for me. I love the direct reference to herself at the end and the way this is both hopeful and still somewhat sad. Also really like the vocals here. 10/10

Final score: 8.87 

Not bad at all. Gonna deal with The Anthology later. Much later as I actually have a life to go back to.

[leonskennedysfavoritewife]

Back In Town (3/?)

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: jealousy, eating disorder, depression, WHOLESOME ASF, fluffy, drug use, wholesome smut but also kinda dirty.

Long read so I hope everyone enjoys! Took me longer because it gets laggy with how wordy this chapter is, and I didn’t have time for pics in this part but thank you all for the support and have a good read!

The oven’s clock read 6:45 pm.

Still no call or sign of Eddie. He should have been getting off of work about 30 minutes ago. Hopefully he was alright. You finished up your granola bar, tossing the wrapper aside in the trash -defeated.

Then,suddenly, you hear it- the low roar of Eddie’s van. Your knees almost buckle under your running to the couch, and your fingers find their way to the curtains and wedge through the blinds so you could see out.

‘Who is that?’

A slim girl with blonde hair wrapped up in a ponytail gets out of Eddie’s van, laughing at something he says. You waste no time before pulling away from the window and heading to the phone.

*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

*Click*

“ ‘Yelloow? Hawkin’s Form Tattoos, my name is Tyler- what can I do for you?”

“Hey, Ty. It’s (Y/N). I was just wondering if I could come in- I know it’s my off day but maybe I could help around the shop today?”

“Oh, shit! Hey, uhhh-” There's a shuffle on the other end.

“Of course, you can come in. Everything alright?”

“Y-yeah, just restless today, I guess. Maybe you could come pick me up and we’ll grab some food- bring something for Ashley too?”

“Sounds sick, I have no one else on my books today so I’m just doing some flash. Let me check with Ash, though.”

You wait for a moment. Hoping.

“Alright, yeah. We’re good to go. I’ll swing by and get ya’.”

“Thanks a ton.”

“No prob, girly.”

*Click*

You trudge to your room to throw on something decent, the depression entering your body as you remember the girl Eddie was with. You don’t know why you even cared, you two were enemies two weeks ago- did you really think you’d be all cozy and live happily ever after?

No. That never happened.

______

You plop down into the clothed seat of Tyler’s souped-up red Honda Civic, a large sticker on the windshield that reads ‘Do or Die’. Something you never understood, but then again you didn’t understand cars either.

“Sup. Ready to go?” He asks, hand on the gear-shift.You always found manual cars to be mesmerizing- ‘so much hand work’. You thought.

“Yeah. Inside of the car’s nice, by the way.”

“Thanks, didn’t take you to be much of a car girl.”

“Oh, I’m definitely not, but I can apprecia-” You’re cut off by the sight of Eddie and Blondie exiting his trailer- her stupid face twisted up in a laugh again. And so is his. “-te them for sure.”

You see Eddie look in your direction abruptly as Tyler’s engine roars. He’s backing out now, rolling down the windows and turning up some kind of Thrash band you don’t recognize. You don’t know how you see it, but from here, Eddie looks pissed. More than pissed. You can’t see much more as dirt flies up behind you two.

___

You and Tyler enter the shop with two greasy bags of food in hand. The bell rings, alerting Ashley to your arrival.

“Hey girl! So glad I get to see you today! You know how I am when I’m alone with Tyler- Homicidal.” She grins at the both of you, turning back to her client. The buzzing of the machine fills the air, bringing you back to reality. You go behind the counter and into the back room, setting down the bags on a cart.

Tyler sorts through what belongs to who, telling Ashley where her food will be, before he sits down in his worn leather ‘drawing chair’ and tears through a wrapper- obviously having been too busy to eat dinner yet.

“This was a fantastic idea.” He leans back, in pure bliss at how good his burger is. Surely, it wasn’t that good.

“Well, while we’re here, wanna collab on a flash sheet? I think it’d be fun!” You’re feeling a lot better now, especially since you get to be productive.

Tyler perks up, excited.

“Fuck yeah. I actually haven’t done a sheet with anyone else before, so it’d be an honor of mine.” He smiles, taking another bite of his burger- cheese and juice oozing onto the wrapper.

“Cool! I’ll go ahead and fool around with some ideas, see what we can come up with. You just finish up eating, no rush.”

“You sure? You should eat too, while we have time.”

“Nah, I had dinner before I left.”

Lie.

He looks at you for a moment, before turning back to what he’s doing.

“Well, if you need to stop and take a break- feel free. You’re literally here on your day off.”

“Gotcha.” You go sit down at your desk, which you covered in movie, video game, and crude pin-up stickers- along with a few brand decals. Fumbling through your supplies, you gather a mechanical pencil and a few micro-lining pens.

You flip through some books on your desk, trying to get an idea of what theme you’d like for the sheet so that you can pitch it to Tyler. Then it hits you.

“Hey, Ty. You like Aliens? The movie I mean.”

He turns to you in the swivel chair, “Fuck yeah. Why?”

“Well, I figured it’d be great for our theme!”

“Shit, that’s dope.” He rolls over to your station so he can begin working with you. Your hand starts moving across the paper, you’re drawing a pin-up xenomorph girl, adorned in a leather bodysuit- Along with a few quotes in traditional script. You pass the sheet over to your coworker, letting him add his own designs to the paper.

You both are leaned into each-other, working on both the coloring and lining process. What felt like a few minutes was actually about 2 hours of work. Ashley had finally finished with her client, coming in to grab her food.

“Damn, I’m starving.” She pulls out her chicken-sandwich before looking over to see what you two are working on.

“Holy shit, nice work guys. Mind if I hang that up front when you’re done?”

“Yeah, no problem. That’d be awesome.”

“Cool. Well, I’m all done for the night so if you two wanna close up…”

“Sure, I am just extra help today anyways. Go on home, girl.”

“Yes! Thanks, you’re the best.” She takes a bite of her sandwich before grabbing her purse and keys to leave.

You smile, happy that everyone’s liking the work you’re doing.

“So…” Tyler speaks up.

“Not that it’s my business, but what’s going on with you and that Munson guy? Your neighbor?”

You suck in a breath. Oh yeah. That.

“Ah, well I get rides here and there. We’re good friends- yeah, but today he was a little busy so I just decided to spend my free time here. Be of use, ya know?”

“Oh. I figured you guys had a fight or something. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I know it’s tough for you to get to work.”

“Yeah, my car should be here any day now- but the drive from California to Hawkins is pretty far and I didn’t feel like having to pay expedited transport fees, ya know? I was put on a waiting list for much cheaper- I was worried about one of those vehicles banging up my car in a rush anyways.”

“Can’t argue with that. I don’t wanna imagine the pain in the ass it is to move so far.”

“Ugh. Don’t even mentio-“

“Not interrupting, am I?”

You jump in your seat, turning to the doorway.

“Oh.” It’s Eddie, who just happened to let himself into the back-office.

“Hey man, you can’t just barge in here.” Tyler stands up, pushing in his chair.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, still trying to be civil.

“Just came to see if you needed a ride home tonight.” Eddie ignores Tyler completely, obviously not taking a liking to him.

You look at Tyler, then back to Eddie.

“Yeah. We’re done here anyways.”

“You sure? You guys seemed pretty cozy, I don’t wan-“

“We’re done here.” You grab your hoodie and the shop keys, letting Tyler handle the lights and putting away extra supplies. You lock up the cabinets and drawers, leading Eddie and Tyler out of the building before locking it and tossing the keys to Tyler.

“See ya.” You tell him.

“Oh, and thanks for the ride.”

“No problem, girly.” He gives you a look of concern but lowers himself down into the driver’s seat. Eddie looks angry, the nickname is bothering him.

You yourself climb into the van, fastening your seatbelt.

“Is everything okay, you weren’t at home so I-“

“I’m fine. How was your date or whatever?” You turn to face the window.

“Date? The hell are you talking about?”

“You know. Blondie.”

Eddie pauses.

“Angie?”

“Oh, cute name.”

“It wasn’t a date. I was fixing up her car at the shop and she needed a ride home- as her ride is severely fucked, mind you. I had to go grab some cash before driving all that way.”

You stay silent.

“Are you mad at me?” He asks, making you feel even more guilty and wanting to run off into the night- never to be seen again.

“N-no. I just… I don’t know..”

“What is it? You can tell me. Anything at all.” You pause. And breathe.

“I just thought you forgot about me, that’s all.” You huff the words out, regretting letting your wall down about your obviously severe abandonment issues.

“Forget about you? Why would I do that? You’re the only good thing in this town.”

You look over at him, your arms crossed.

“You actually mean that?”

He smiles.

“Duh. I don’t make sandwiches for just anyone.”

“But you do give them rides, it seems.”

You regret saying it, but he doesn’t snap like you expect.

“Are you jealous?”

“No. Why would I be? We aren’t dating. I don’t care about who you are or aren’t seeing.”

Lie.

He looks a bit angry, or maybe hurt. Or just surprised?

“Well, I’d care if you were seeing someone. Maybe Tyler, even?” He sounds like he’s asking now.

“Tyler? That’s my coworker. I just asked him to come get me so I could do something other than sit around watching you and Blondie fl-”

“So you were spying, then.”

You bite your tongue.

“N-no. I just.. was excited to see you.”

He smiles, knowing he’s making it difficult for you to stay upset. You hate it.

“Was? Or am?”

You sigh, finally giving in.

“Am.”

“Am so what?” He teases.

“I am SO fucking excited to see you. There, happy?”

“Actually, I AM. I like hearing that from you.”

You feel your face burning, is it on fire? Is the heat on right now? No. It’s something else.

“Why?”

He grabs the steering wheel, moving his hand to the gear shift and into reverse- so he can back out of the parking spot.

“Nothing. I just do.”

Pry. Ask. Do something.

“You can tell me, you know.”

He sucks in a breath.

“It’s because I like you.”

There it is. React.

“I… I like you too.”

Before anyone else says a word- you’re back in your driveway.

“Look.” He puts the van in park and turns to you, serious.

“There isn’t anyone else, and I’m not going anywhere. Ever. Unless you want me to.”

“I don’t want you to.”

His dimples and smile lines appear.

“Okay. By the way, I grabbed this.” he pulls the same brown, greasy bag that held your food earlier from the back of the van.

“You almost left it at work. You should get inside and eat.”

“You’re not coming in?”

“I got work tomorrow, sweets. If you absolutely need me though, I’m a phone call away. Okay?”

“Okay. Goodnight, Eddie.”

He grabs your hand before you can get out.

“Uh, not so fast. I’m still walking you to the door.”

___

The sun shines unbearably through the blinds, and you roll over onto your back- rubbing your eyes.

“Ugh. Fuck.” You look at the alarm clock.

1:52 pm.

“Jesus.”

Stumbling out of bed, you head to the kitchen for a glass of water- before the answering machine beebs. You go over and press to play the message.

“Hey, just making sure you’re okay. I’ll see you when I get off of work. Peace!”

You smirk, thinking it was nice he was actually worried. It made some of your anxiety vanish. Before you can walk away from the receiver again, the phone rings- which you quickly pick up.

“Hello?”

“Hi! Is this Miss (Y/LN)?”

“Yes, this is her.”

“Great! My name is Garette, I’m with Cali Car Transport, we have your car for delivery today, and the driver should be arriving soon.”

You almost squeal with excitement. Fucking finally. It was about time your car was finally being delivered.

“Oh my gosh, great! Thank you for letting me know!”

“Of course. Ma’am. Have a great day!”

“You too!”

*Click*

‘Now, time to wait for my car.’

___

“Alright. Just sign here and I’ll give you the keys.”

The scruffy man offered out a clipboard, which you quickly grabbed and signed as if your life depended on it. Once you gave it back, he held out the keys to you.

“Alrighty, you have a good day, miss.”

“You too!” He climbed back into the 18-wheeler parked out in the road before spurring up dust.

Your beautiful, gray 1987 Toyota SR5 Pick-up truck now sat in your driveway. You were so relieved to have it back.

‘Maybe I should take her for a ride, pass some time.’

You unlock the truck and settle into the passenger seat. Your CDs still sat in the back cab, neatly organized in a box- with some alphabetized inside of a CD case.

You dig through, grabbing one at random.

‘Strangeways, Here We Come- The Smiths’

‘Nice.’ You pop the CD into the player, turning up the music and yanking the seatbelt across your body. You’re ready to go. You hadn’t driven around Hawkins in years, you’ve only been riding around with other people- and it was usually only to work and back home. But you felt confident you’d get around just fine.

‘Just please don’t get lost.’

___

You decide to go by the record store, pick up a few CD’s and maybe some things for Eddie. Though it might be impossible- you didn’t know what he didn’t listen to.

As you enter, you see a couple and the clerk, who looked bored out of her mind. You scan through the Rock and Metal section, picking up a few things that looked interesting enough for Eddie’s taste. As for you, you wanted to touch up your New Wave collection- snatching up the only Smith’s album you didn’t own- and a copy of Floodland by Sisters of Mercy.

Maybe Eddie wouldn’t rag you too hard for what you bought for him.

You go to the counter, paying a total of $35.

For Eddie, you bought:

DIO- The Last in Line

Krokus- Head Hunter

Witchfynde- Give ‘Em Hell

New Order- Substance (This was something for the both of you)

A DIO Guitar pick

A flame patch for his jacket

‘Hopefully he’ll love these.’

___

You close the door behind you, glad you’re finally back home. You had made a trip to the mall after leaving the Record Store, picking up some new clothes and a few things for the trailer- before grabbing some lunch at the food court along with some cookies for dessert. You set the bags down on the armchair and nestle yourself into the couch, beat.

It had been eons since you had been out all day like that- it had you exhausted. You reach over to the end table, pulling an already rolled joint from the tin and lighting it. A few deep puffs and you feel a bit more at ease. You get up, putting the Sisters of Mercy’s CD into the stereo, turning it up loud enough to please your stoned hearing. Your butt finds itself back onto the couch, and you sprawl out, enjoying the music.

*BANG BANG*

The door.

“Come in!” You almost-yell over the music. The screen door squeaks before you see a more-than-welcome sight. Eddie. But not only is he here, he’s wearing a cropped band-tee, it’s too faded for you to tell what it is. His stomach and v-line are visible to the world, and your eyes linger too long thanks to you being a little too baked to look away. You pretend it didn’t happen, but Eddie noticed.

You turn over onto your stomach, your elbows propping up your chin on the arm of the couch.

“Like the shirt.” You mumble out, too confident.

“Thanks.” ‘I can tell.’ He thinks, before kicking his boots off by the door.

“I got you something. Check that bag on the counter.”

“Oooh, is it a pony?” He says jokingly, digging through the plastic.

He stops.

“These are for me?” He holds one of the CD’s, dumbfounded.

“Duh, it’s a thank you present.”

“Oh?”

“For putting up with me. And giving me rides.”

“Well, one: I don’t put up with you, I care about you. Two: I love riding around with you. And three: You just completed my soul with these gifts. So thank you.”

You smile.

“Come sit, we can watch another movie if you want? I’ll make something for dinner, too.”

“Is that even a question? Sounds like a perfect night in.”

“Yay! I’ll get cooking, in the meantime…” You pick up the joint from the ashtray and wave it.

“Finish this off for me, huh?”

___

You and Eddie sit at the dining table. Instead of on opposite sides, he’s seated next to you, looking down at your plate. You made tacos, one of Eddie’s favorite comfort dishes.

The both of you joke around, finishing up your food. He offers to put the plates in the dishwasher- something that you thought was cute of him to even offer.

While he loads it up, you find yourself back on the couch, the peak of your high settling into your body- and Eddie now sitting next to you once more.

“So, what’s the movie for tonight?” He asks, draping his arm behind you.

“Predator.”

“Fuck yes.” He perks up a little.

Your eyes wander down his stomach again, that patch of hair and your eyes seem magnetized now.

‘Thank god it’s dark.’

You think he doesn’t notice you staring- but he does.

You get deja vu from the last time you had both been on the plaid couch, watching a cheesy horror film. The butterflies have returned- but this time the high and the fluttering creatures have made their way lower in your body. Maybe your body is finally catching up to the lack of sexual activity you’ve had in…you don’t even remember how long.

You don’t want to think like that though. Eddie’s sweet, and you don’t wanna fuck it up. Maybe unless he does, too. You don’t even know what you’re thinking.

Then, you forget where you’re at- and lean your head into his chest. You feel him tense and peer down at his belly again. ‘Stop.’

“This is nice.” He says, breaking your anxiety.

“I-I agree.”

He starts to play with your hair again.

‘Focus on the Movie. Focus on the movie.’

But you fail.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah, sweets?”

“About last night.”

“What about it?”

“When you said you liked me.”

“O-oh.”

“Did you mean it… like that?”

He doesn’t respond for a moment.

“I-Uh. Yeah. I did.”

You sit up, pulling your knees under you and turning to him. The eye contact is deadly now. Your brain is too high to keep you from saying what you want.

He speaks again before you do.

“I like you. A lot. I’m just scared that I’ll mess this up.” You quickly lessen the distance between the two of you.

Eddie puts a hand to your cheek, stroking it with his thumb.

“You’re beautiful, you know?”

It takes you aback, but your weed-induced confidence is loud and proud.

“So are you.” He seems just as surprised. He had never had anyone call him that. But he liked it.

“Come here.” He coos, taking his other arm and pulling you in.

Your lips melt into his, soft and warm. Every good emotion you can possibly feel comes crashing down on you like a landslide.

He snakes a hand up to your neck, stroking it like he did your cheek. It sends signals to every nerve ending in your body- it’s so perfect. You wrap a hand up in his hair, lightly grabbing a fistful. He groans into your mouth, biting your lip gently in response. Your loose brain betrays you- and a moan crosses out.

You’re self conscious for a moment. But Eddie eats it up.

“Fuck, baby. You sound so pretty.” Your left hand is on his thigh now, and you squeeze.

Eddie pulls you into his lap, running his hands down your sides- right across the exposed skin from your tank top that had ridden up. Your tongues rub together, the sensation sending a message to your groin.

You grind down on Eddie and feel how hard he is- but you want him even harder.

“Yeah, like that, baby. Feel good for you?”

You nod, grabbing onto his hair with both hands now- being a bit more rough. Eddie bucks up into you- making you yelp.

Before you know it, he’s pushed you onto your back.

“You alright?”

“Mhm. Are you?”

He pulls off his shirt.

“I’m wonderful. Just trying to thank god real quick for the fact that you exist.”

He grabs the hem of your tank top, looking at you for permission to keep going.

“Please, Eddie. I want you.”

“Don’t worry, baby. You have me.”

He pulled the shirt off, your bare breasts exposed to him- you had skipped out on a bra quite often. Something Eddie DID notice but had to refrain from paying attention to- out of respect. Or the fact that he would be popping boners constantly around you.

Eddie slinks down to your breasts, massaging one while he takes the nipple of the other into his mouth. He lightly pinches it with his teeth and flicks his tongue over it, making you arch your back and moan out.

Suddenly, you’re noticing every touch- whether it’s the fabric barely brushing against your clit or the way his right hand is touching your inner thigh. They were overly sensitive- and you had a feeling that he somehow sensed that.

You’re squirming under him, almost too dazed to notice his hand slip beneath your pants and into your underwear.

You break the silence, panicking.

“I’m sorry- I haven’t exactly… shaved.”

He looked down at you, puzzled, through his mop of hair hanging down. He quickly yanks your pants off of you, your underwear coming with.

“You don’t have to apologize for that, I think it’s hot.”

Eddie wasn’t lying. He had a few moments where he thought about what you had rocking underneath your pants. Bush? Shaved? He had preferred hair, though. There was just something about it that he loved.

He grabs your knees, pushing them apart to look at you. You get nervous at the thought of him fully seeing you- but he just told you how he felt- so there was no need to worry yourself.

“Mind if I…” He asks.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, confused.

“Well, maybe I should just show you, then.”

Eddie sits you up, your legs hanging off of the couch. He settles in between your thighs, his mouth attaching to your clit and sucking.

You almost jump out of your skin.

“Holy shit. Fuck.” You moan out, gripping onto his hair.

He laps away, flicking his tongue right on your bud. You swear you’re seeing stars- right before your stomach knots.

“Eddie. Fuck. I’m about to-“

He doesn’t stop, he instead inserts a finger into you- and then a second. They curl into your spongy spot, making you jerk and snap your knees around him.

“S-sorry Eds.”

“Don’t be sorry baby. Just means I’m doing good.”

“Fuck. fuck. Oh, Eddie.”

You feel the release, followed by him furthering his motions to let you ride out your orgasm- meanwhile, he’s losing his mind at the way you say his name.

Once he thinks you’ve had enough, he pulls away and moves to plant a kiss on your forehead.

Then Eddie stands to remove his jeans, followed by his boxers- and returns to the couch, settling you onto your back once more.

You take a glance at how well-endowed he is, it was easy to see through his jeans but it’s even more intimidating without. Almost as if you’re seeing something you weren’t meant to- but took pleasure in anyways. He pulls out a condom from his pants on the floor, rolling it down onto his shaft.

The heat between your legs is unbearable, and Eddie positions himself over your entrance- gliding past you sensitive bits in the process to coat himself well enough.

He looks at you.

“You sure you want to do this? We can stop at any time, okay?”

You smile, appreciative that he’s so considerate but you’re also desperately horny for him.

“I want this. Please.” Your hands travel up to his shoulders for you to brace yourself- and Eddie sinks down into you slowly.

“Fuck, baby. This wet for me?”

“Y-yes, Eddie.”

Once he’s fully in- you take notice of how full you are. Your poor cervix is flush against his cock.

Eddie drags his hips back- slamming back into you. Again. And again. Your moans are getting careless, along with Eddie’s groans.

“Fuck baby. You’re being so good f’me.”

He nestles his mouth over your neck, leaving swollen, red and purple patches in the process.

“E-Eddie!” You half care-half don’t.

His lips grin against you while he starts thrusting into you faster- and harder.

“Let this be my affirmation that you don’t have to worry about anyone else, huh?” He says, groaning. The sound of flesh hitting against you, along with both of your forbidden noises fills the room quite loudly.

“-and, if you ever even thought about Tyler- I want this to make you forget about him.”

You nod, too pleasured to respond properly.

“I want you to say it.”

“Say what, Eds?”

“Say you don’t give a shit about Tyler- fuck. You’re so fucking tight. J-just be a sweet girl and tell me you don’t care about that asshole.”

His jealousy takes you aback- you had been jealous too, but you didn’t think he’d be the type. Either way, it turns you on.

“I don’t give a shit about him!” You whine, your legs hooked around his thighs now to pull him closer.

His hips are crashing against your ass and lower thighs at an ungodly force, surely leaving behind marks.

Eddie reaches a thumb down to your clit, rubbing with just the right pressure. He can feel you clenching around him.

“Glad to hear it. When he’s saying some stupid shit to you at work- I want you to think of this.” Your belly is knotting again.

“I w-will. F-fuck! Eddie, I’m gonna cum again!”

“That’s alright baby. Cum on me, it’s okay.”

You feel the shockwave once more, the dragging of Eddie’s cock along your walls becomes ten times more sensitive.

“Fuck baby, keep moaning like that. I’m almost there.”

He comes down on you as hard as he can muster, your noises making his cock twitch as he releases into the latex. He lets out a mix of whimpers and a groan, still thrusting with decreasing pace to ride out his high.

He pulls out of you and throws the condom in the nearby bin, before he pulls you into his arms on top of him.

Eddie plants a few kisses on your face while rubbing a hand down your back.

“You okay?” He asks, desperately wanting to make sure you’re comfortable.

“Mhm. More than okay.”

He chuckles, tangling a hand up in your hair to play with it- something he seems to love doing.

———

Steam blows out of the room as you open the bathroom door. You took a shower and put on some fresh clothes- one of your oversized t-shirts and loose pajama pants.

Eddie is still asleep on the couch, and you decide to wake him up so that he can get into your bed and not have terrible back pain in the morning.

You both crawl into the blankets, exhausted from earlier.

“Mm. You’re so warm.” He mumbles into your neck.

You smile, knowing this will be the best sleep you ever get.

‘Maybe every night will be this good.’

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[erigold13261]

How did the NSR cast forgive B2J post revolution? Bc I just find it nearly impossible for the NSRtists to forgive those two after they’ve done massive damage to everyone although they helped.

I mean, there was music magic that helped a lot. I'm sure that there was some bitterness between the NSRtists and B2J, but not a lot. They SEEMED okay with B2J at the end of the game, but that was honestly a crisis situation that was happening, so we can't really use that as how everyone feels about each other.

Like Eve had a full on conversation with Zuke and was able to reconcile with him right then and there. So I doubt she was all that upset at getting her ass kicked a bunch since she and Zuke were now on good terms (and he even implied of him hanging out with her so she could get to know Mayday).

Sayu's Crew seemed more scared of getting hurt by Mayday than anything else, and when they were not hurt and Mayday was just looking out for them, I doubt they would hold a grudge against her or Zuke.

Yinu honestly cared more about her piano than anything in the moment, and when it was musically magicked to perfect condition she probably let go of any and all anger she felt. Mama is probably still bitter toward B2J until they fully apologize and probably do some things to make up for their actions.

DJSS seemed fine with them at the end, saying they weren't as bad as they thought. His ego was put in check and he was a bit more humble because of B2J's actions. His head was also fixed thanks to music magic. I can see him making snide comments here and there, or trying to get them to do something for him. Like imagine B2J hanging out with DJ and they tell the two to get them an ice pop, which at first the two refuse until DJ goes like "So cracking my head open is easy but getting an ice pop is hard?" And then May or Zuke go and get ice pops for all three which DJ kinda protests but in the end doesn't care since he has a pop at least.

Neon also seemed fine with them, especially when May started crying and he went into dad mode. I can see him being a bit more wary of B2J at first, trying to make sure his kids aren't in danger or anything. But soon he would warm right up to them and try to help them out of the sewers or get better instruments. He's try to collab with them and get their ideas for how to better reconstruct NSR for the people. Neon would just try to be really nice and all that to them. He would be pretty easy to forgive once he sees the hard work they did to rectify their actions.

1010 on the other hand would be the least easy to forgive B2J. At least at first. 1010 were out of commission whenever B2J apologized to all the NSRtists, so when 1010 did end up at a meeting with B2J they were all super wary and kinda scared because no one really told them what happened (Neon just forgot). Most of 1010 tried to act the usual way with Mayday like they did in their boss fight, with the exception of Eloni and Purl.

Eloni was just terrified of B2J, only warming up to them once Rin, Zimelu, and Haym became friends with them. Purl though was not only scared, but hateful too. They hated B2J but were also terrified to say anything. The hostility coming off of Purl was seen by everyone. They didn't even try to hide it like the others. Purl never said WHY they were acting like that, but it was obvious they hated B2J.

Their fear was not as easy to see. If you watched their movements you could see them flinch whenever May or Zuke raised their instruments, or step back while the two walked by. Even when trying to sleep, Purl would have nightmares and bad thoughts about losing everything and everyone to B2J, which only made any kind of friendship with them that much more difficult. It took a very long time for Purl to forgive B2J, but at some point they do and even though they aren't the best of friends with May and Zuke, they respect the two.

[peace-coast-island]

Diary of a Junebug

Watermelon tea, pan fried dumplings, and vinyl records

A winter storm has hit and so we’re all cozied up in the cabin while waiting for it to pass. Good thing it happened later, just right when we got back to the camp instead of before, or else we’d be stranded. As long as we have heating and electricity, it’s all good.

Daisy Jane, Almie, and Pippa met up with Connie, Xiang, and Pai at Royal Botanical to see Ying and Hua perform. They’re on tour to promote their collab album Moon and Stars Intertwined, which came out a couple months ago. I got the album as soon as it released and it’s quickly become one of my favorites.

Ying and Hua always wanted to do an album together so this is a special project for them. What makes their music unique is that they have completely different styles - Hua is classical and traditional while Ying is rock and roll - so combining those styles leads to interesting results. I’ve always been a fan of artists who manage to incorporate classical elements into modern sounds so obviously their music caught my attention. I’d say they did a fantastic job and I can’t wait to hear more!

To promote the album, the duo went off on a tour. I didn’t expect to snag some tickets to catch a concert, mainly because I didn’t think they’d be performing anywhere near here. Well, Royal Botanical isn’t really considered “near” as it’s a seven hour drive, but it’s mostly a scenic route so the drive isn’t too bad. Connie and Pai are on a bit of a break now that things have slowed down on their end and Xiang happened to have a few extra tickets when the tour extended. So they invited us since we were kinda close by, which works out because not too long after we got the weather advisory for the winter storm

I mentioned to Connie that Sophea and Shinobu had visited earlier and they were kinda disappointed that they missed them. Now that I think about it, the camp’s sorta becoming an unofficial meet up place for Connie and their team. Location wise it’s kinda inconvenient because it’s so out of the way for everyone but they come here to chill not work so it’s fine. I have yet to meet more of Connie’s recruits from Adrikha so we’re working on planning something to get them together. With Connie’s team getting bigger and more spread out, the camp seems to serve as a good way to get almost everyone in one place and get to know each other better. I feel honored to be able to help Connie and Pai bring their friends together!

The concert at Royal Botanical was awesome! Ying and Hua killed it on stage - it’s no wonder why their tour was extended twice. My top favorite song - it’s so hard to choose - is Night Memories because the orchestra really elevates the song in the album while the stripped down arrangement live puts more emphasis on the lyrics. It also happens to be one of the duo’s most personal song so there’s a lot of emotion behind it and I think that’s why it really sticks out to me. Something about being aware of the passage of time hits hard, especially when confronted by childhood memories of a past that no longer exists except in faded remnants.

I kinda want them to release a live version of Moon and Stars Intertwined just so I can listen to that version of Night Memories on repeat. I would also love to hear how their other songs would sound with a different arrangement. Also, Ying and Hua are more performers than recording artists so they totally would be able to pull it off.

After a busy tour, Ying and Hua have been looking forward to some well deserved rest before going back out on the road again. Xiang has been tagging along with them on and off for the past few weeks.

Ying said her parents attended one of their concerts, which was a nice surprise. She mentioned that her parents have been slowly coming around and being open to her music. Things obviously aren’t perfect but they’re trying to meet up in the middle and it’s going all right - could be better, could’ve been worse, the usual.

One of the songs in the album, Nothing Much, is the one that got Ying and her parents to open up to each other. Ying initially wrote the song not too long after being diagnosed with ADHD, something that caused conflict between her family. The song is kinda a vent on how certain people close to you try to deny certain parts of you that they don’t like. While her parents have sorta accepted her being neurodivergent, there’s some family members who aren’t as tolerant.

It’s the whole we’d rather think of you as dumb and incompetent rather than someone with a disability that affects their day to day life. And they wonder why we refuse to open up to them about certain things, even if it means suffering in silence. It’s that fear that people will only accept you if you are a certain way so you try to force yourself to fit in their standards only to constantly fall short of them. The song is about confronting those fears and doubts and learning how to find your footing once you release yourself from these arbitrary expectations.

At this point what’s done is done and if they refuse to respect her for who she is, then she won’t bother and just get on with her life. That’s all you can do really, block out those voices who try to cut you down and focus on yourself. From experience, living out of spite helps because what better way to prove that you’re doing your best than to stick it up to those who constantly criticize everything about you? If they keep trying to poke holes and finding something to be mad about, that’s their problem, not mine.

I’m glad that Ying’s getting along better with her parents, mainly her mother, she says. Her bisexuality is another thing they’re slowly accepting too, but is causing a rift with extended family. Her mother in particular has become kinda overprotective when the homophobic relatives step out of line. On the other hand, her father is the kind of person who’s like I won’t be a dick about it but I hope this is just some phase you’ll get over with once you come to your senses because I refuse to fully accept it kind of thing. She says her mother’s always been more open in general while her father leans more conservative so that has caused some problems in the past.

Hua and Xiang say they’ve been lucky to grow up with parents who are more accepting, though things aren’t always easy with them either. Hua says the elders she’s with can be a bit stiff and too old fashioned but they try their best to keep an open mind and be receptive to changes. Some didn’t like the fact that she hangs out with Xiang and Ying and even tried to interfere with their friendships but they were set straight by the others.

Why can’t some people mind their own damn business and let us live our lives? It’s exhausting constantly walking on eggshells around certain people who are involved in most of our lives and have some authority over us to some degree but sometimes you just have to pull through. If you’re lucky then you can hopefully reach a point where you can safely distance yourself from them.

Moon and Stars Intertwined serves as a milestone for Ying and Hua in many ways. Aside from it being a dream project for the couple, it was an eye opening one that kinda serves as a snapshot of their lives at this moment. Part of the reason why the album came together so quickly was because it was personal, thoughts and emotions that have been left unsaid until expressed through music, they said. I can see how much they put into this album and that makes me appreciate it even more.

As for a follow up album, that’s definitely in the cards. There’s no set plans yet but they’re already working on some things that’ll hopefully come to fruition. Although they already set a pretty high bar, I don’t think that’ll be a problem. They don’t need to go above and beyond, just expanding on what they already established is more than good enough.

After the amazing concert we hung around Royal Botanical for a day before heading to the camp. We would’ve stayed a little longer if it wasn’t for the impending storm. Royal Botanical looks like a huge place and the gardens would’ve been worth exploring if we came a couple months later. Maybe one day I’ll go back up there when the gardens open up. I’m sure I can find some inspiration for garden related events as I’ve run a little dry on those.

We mostly stuck around a shopping area that had a huge Asian store so we were able to stock up on food. Xiang suggested that we make dumplings so we got a bunch of ingredients for that. The store also has a huge selection of teas, watermelon being a popular specialty there, so we got a bunch to try. Next door was a record store so I browsed around there a bit and bought some albums.

The drive back to the camp went smoothly as we avoided the impending traffic that would come right before the storm. While I’m disappointed that we didn’t get to see much of the city, we didn’t want to risk getting stuck on the road. It was a bit close but we made it back just in time.

Today has been chill since we’re still tired from being on the road all day. So we’ve got the record player on while enjoying watermelon tea and making dumplings.

As expected, Xiang has a bunch of new recipes she wanted us to test out. We tried out a couple and they turned out good. There’s a couple that we haven’t tried out yet and they seem questionable. While Xiang’s creations tend to be a hit or miss - usually the former thankfully but when she misses, it’s a class of its own - I appreciate her creativity. Sure, some of her ideas are way out there, but I like how far she’s willing to go - as long as it’s within reasonable limits. As far as I know, she hasn’t accidentally killed anyone - poisoned maybe but nothing fatal I hope.

(Maybe I shouldn’t have jinxed myself…)

I’ll admit, I was a bit skeptical about the watermelon tea at first. I mean I’ve had watermelon oat milk boba and that’s good. I think the green tea blend goes well with the watermelon, providing a nice balance of flavors. Add some honey and a splash of oat milk and it makes for a perfect drink to combat the winter chill.

To pass the time, we’ve been making loads of dumplings. It seems like the general consensus is that we like our dumplings pan fried with a crispy cornstarch skirt. We also set aside some dumplings for soup, which is also essential for winter weather. We’ve also set aside some broth to make soup dumplings tomorrow. I think today we’ve made five different fillings - two being Xiang originals.

There’s something about food that brings people together. I feel like it’s such an Asian thing to gather ‘round the table making dumplings. It brings back memories when me and my sister would help our mom make dumplings. Pippa and Almie recalled making wontons with their grandma when they were little. Daisy Jane and Ying had their share of helping with cooking during family cookouts and holidays. Hua saying that one of the many ways she and the elders bond is through food prep. Connie and Pai also mentioned that they often spend their downtime together cooking - Xiang made the right call by suggesting we make dumplings.

One of the dumplings is an original from Xiang’s mother, one that she spent the past couple years trying to recreate as there’s no written recipe. She had mentioned that she learned how to cook from her father, who owns a restaurant and has always been her biggest supporter. Her mother died when she was young so she doesn’t have a lot of memories of her. One of the few things that stuck to Xiang’s memories was some of her mother’s recipes, some she was able to recreate, others she’s still working on. It was a big moment for her when she was finally able to get the recipe just right. To live on in someone’s memories through food, it’s no wonder why Xiang’s so passionate about cooking.

Even though we’ve made a lot of dumplings, I’m nowhere near tired of them. Snow falling from the sky, vinyl records playing in the background, a warm glow from the fireplace lighting up the room while we bond over memories of food and family - it’s like a song straight out of Moon and Stars Intertwined.

Read on AO3

[prettyallfriends]

Pretty Rhythm Rainbow Live: Kirakira My☆Design (RL) Chapter 13, 14, 15 English Translation

oh im in the Zone

RL Chapter 13: Ito’s Binding Cool Makeup

Ito: Sorry for suddenly calling you away like this. But um… so, like… your Show for the tea party just then was on fire. So I have a favour to ask you… um… So, I’ve been thinking tha Prism Stone’s gotten way hotter ever since you showed up. Naru’s been super energetic as the manager, and Ann’s sweets have been flying off the shelves… So, um… like… I, um… Agh!! I can’t bring myself to say it!!

Otoha: Understood, Ito-san!!

Ito: Gah!! Otoha!! Where the hell d’you come from?!

Otoha: Eek! I’m so sorry. It’s just that you two were gone for so long, I was wondering where you’d went.

Ito: Oh, right. Sorry then. …Wait, what did you mean by “understood”???

Otoha: Ehehe. You want to make Prism Stone more exciting like Naru-san and Ann-san have been doing, right? …..Märchen!

Ito: Well… I guess you’re kinda right… but how come you knew that?

Otoha: Because the scent of fresh sprouting leaves was wafting from your heart~

Ito: I have absolutely zero idea what you mean by that… Well, I was thinking i’d like to heat up Prism Stone too…

Otoha: In that case, why not drum up some excitement with your makeup corner?

Ito: The makeup corner?! But how…?

Otoha: Put together a coord that compliments your makeup, and organise a fashion show!

Ito: That’s it! Hey Player, you’re studying Design now, right? Would you be able to Design a coord to go with my cool makeup?

Choice: Of course! I’ll help however I can. / I’m worried I’d just mess it up…

Ito: Seriously?! You really are hot, huh? I can’t wait to see the cool design that someone as hot as you will create.

Otoha: A collab between a coord Designed by Player-san and Ito-san’s cool makeup… I can’t wait to see this! …Märchen! Ann-san and Naru-san will be in for a big surprise too!

Ito: Phew… I really want to put on a flaming hot fashion show, with you two taking part. So, first up… Design a coord that will compliment a cool makeup look. 

(mydesign. Which is ass btw theres only 3 bases. Also this is a cry for help how do i get the bottom middle style. Between wedding and galaxy)

Otoha: Now that that’s done, it’s time for the fashion show!

Ito: Hot… Player, your Design is so cool and hot! It’s got a totally different kind of appeal to the cool coord I’ll be wearing… and it’s set my heart on fire!!! Stepping onto this hot and cool runway with… Heartbeat Heat!!!

(runway)

Ito: …Hot!!! Nice runway, Player!

Otoha: That was a wonderful runway! And the customers are also enjoying themselves… märchen!

Naru: Ito-chaaan! Otoha-chaaan! Player-chaaan!!! That was such a happynaru fashion show!

Ann: I was so surprised, I can’t believe you guys did all the prep in secret!!!

Naru: Oh! There’s a buncha customers at the makeup corner!!!

Ann: And there’s a load of people saying they want the coord that Player designed!

Ito: Thanks, Player. The makeup corner is so lively now. Your My☆Deco is great, but your Design is catching up fast. I’m looking forward to seeing what else you design from now on.

Otoha: Ehehe. Design a feminine coord for me sometime too, please!

???: Meowmeowmeow~? Why’s everyone look so excited right meow~?

Otoha: What is it, Wakana-san?

Wakana: Meowmeowmeoow! A wild Wakana appears!!!

RL Chapter 14: A Coord to Catch Wakana’s Eye!

Wakana: Meowmeowmeoow! A wild Wakana appears!!! Mew. seriously, this place feels super energetic, huh?

Otoha: Why are you here, Wakana-san?!

Wakana: Hm??? Well, I heard a really cool cat has been hanging out in Prism Stone lately. Wait a minute, are you Player?! Huh… so you’re Star who the stylish gang leader, Houjou Cosmo calls her rival, and mew also have the power of My☆Deco and Design, right? The winds have been changing lately thanks to mew!!! So, didya study up on Design yet?

Choice: Yeah, Cosmo taught me all about it! / Verily. I am in fact the princess of the Kingdom of Design.

Wakana: Meowmeowmeow?! The Kingdom of Design?! That’s amazing! So your sparkly radiance was because you’re a princess! I’m at your disposal from meow on, Your Majesty!!! …As if! You’re pulling my tail! I already knew that Cosmo’s the one who taught mew about Design!

Ann: Wakana! Heel!

Wakana: Gah, Ann! Don’t treat me like some stupid dog!

Ann: Then show some discipline! You just show up out of the blue, don’t even say “hello”, and immediately start scaring Player, it’s rude!

Wakana: Alright, alright. I’m Morizono Wakana. Nice to meetcha~ …Was that good enough?

Ann: You’ll need to give a bit more info than that! You can’t just expect everyone to be all whimsical like you…

Otoha: Wakana-san is a student of Edel Rose, like me. Bell-san, Wakana-san and I also form the unit Bell Rose!

Ann: Wakana might seem like a complete and utter idiot, but she’s actually pretty serious, so you don’t need to worry about her!

Wakana: Hey, mew didn’t have to add that last part! You’re really changing your tune too…

Ann: Anyways, why’d you come her so suddenly?

Wakana: Hmm… Well, I heard that this cat Player was creating some amazing designs, so I wanted them to design a coord that’d suit me!

Naru: Oh, so that’s what’s going on! What kind of design would ya want~?

Wakana: Would mew be able to design a stylish jacket for me?? Actually, I have another request too… Wear the coord mew design and do a Prism Show-down against me!

Ann: Why d’ya wanna do a Prism Show?!

Wakana: Aren’t I the smartest? I wanna see the coord shine its brightest during a Prism Show! And, if mew win I’ll tell mew how to pull off the ethnic Seventh Jump! So, what’re ya waiting for? Let’s begin: the Design & Seventh Jump Challenge!!! The wind’s blowing in our favour, myaha!

(design but u cant use all the colours/patterns/styles. Wakana hates creativity </3. And then prism show)

Wakana: Myahaaaa! That was great! You’re the real deal!! And so… mew pass!! Congrats! Clapclapclapclap!

Ann: Huh? What do you mean? They “passed”... do you mean the Seventh Jump?

Wakana: That’s part of it, but it’s not the just that. Hehehehe… So, Player. Could you design Bell’s coord for the next tournament?

Naru: WHAT?! You want them to design Bell’s coord?!

Ann: By “tournament”, do you mean… “To●ki●me●ki Days Session”?

Wakana: You know how Bell can be~ I was having trouble picking a designer, but everything will be fine if I pick mew. Your designs are really stylish, after all! So, I hope we’ll work well together! Buh-buh-buh-bye!

Ann: Hey! Wait a sec, Wakana!! …Aaaand she’s gone.

Naru: This is great, Player-chan! Designing a coord for Bell-san is a dream come true!

Otoha: Woow, Bell-san’s going to be wearing one of Player-san’s designs… Märcheeeeen!

Ito: But… will it be alright? I mean, Bell’s kind of… super nitpicky when it comes to choosing a coord that suits her. Nobody feels as strongly towards Prism Shows and tournaments as her, you know?

Ann: You’ll have to think up an amazing design that she’ll be satisfied with!

Naru: Good luck, Player-chaaan!

RL Chapter 15: The Heart-Throbbing Gorgeous Lady, Bell

Ann: So, To●ki●me●ki Days Session is finally here!

Naru: What kind of designs did you think up, Player-chan? … Wooow, they’re all so pretty~!

Ann: Yeah, any of these are sexy enough to look great on Bell!

Naru: Bell-san would definitely like this design!

Otoha: Everyooooone! This way~!

Naru: Oh, Otoha-chan!

Otoha: Sorry to keep you all waiting. This way you’ll find…

Bell: I’m Renjouji Bell. So, you must be… Player?

Wakana: Yup! They’re the talk of the town around Harajuku~!

Bell: Thank you so much for accepting my sudden request. Would you be able to show me the designs I may be wearing in my Show now? 

Ann: Here are Player’s designs!

Bell: …

Wakana: Well, do mew like them? Doth these designs remainst steadfastly in milady’s favour?

Bell: …

Otoha: Bell…-san?

Bell: Huh. They’re all… wonderful. However… could I ask you something? …Why do you design?

Choice: I want to help people shine onstage. / ‘Cuz it’s fun.

Bell: I see… What a wonderful answer. Although… there’s still something missing… You can’t just think about the people who you’re designing for. You must also look into your own heart as you design.

Wakana: Gorsh~ You’re so egotistical, Bell. What are mew even saying?

Bell: Well, this is just a “what-if”, but… what if you arranged this coord a bit differently?

Ito: Arrange…?

Bell: Cosmo chose you to teach about design, so you should be able to do a lot more than before.

Naru: Oh, you mean deco-ing a design with a new image, right?! A new image… for Bell-san… 

Cosmo: ‘Gorgeous’ would be good, right?

Naru: Co… Cosmo-chan?!

Cosmo: If you expect the rose queen, Renjouji Bell to wear your design, it’s gotta be gorgeous, right?

Bell: The stylish gang leader… Houjou Cosmo… Will you also be entering the tournament, then?

Cosmo: Nah, I’m just here to watch. Anyways, just another sexy design would be boring, so combine the power of Design and My☆Deco to show us a sexy, gorgeous design. 

Bell: Hehe. You two seem to be really close… You didn’t come all the way out here just to see your rival’s design, did you?

Wakana: Wa-wait a sec, Bell! What’re you talking about!!!

Bell: Player! You’re entering the tournament. Enter To●ki●me●ki Days Session right this instant!

Otoha: Huuuh?! So Player-san’s also taking part? …Märchen~

Wakana: God, Bell you’re so… well, you’re always like this, I guess. There’s no arguing with Bell, so good luck, Player.

Bell: Come at me fully intending to beat me. I won’t have you compete against me any other way. If you can beat me, I’ll teach you the sexy Seventh Jump. Let’s go, To●ki●me●ki Days Dession is starting. Prepare yourself for the Sexy and Gorgeous Design & Seventh Jump Challenge!!! I’ll show you the power of a rose!!!

(design nd show. But like could u imagine going to one of these tournaments like everyones doing the same song. And noah fence but tokmeki days is just fine)

Bell: That was a good Show, Player.

Otoha: It’s time for the results! The winner is…

Wakana: Woooah!!! It’s Player!

Bell: Congratulations, Player. I had a feeling you would claim first place this time. From now on, try your hand at using Design and My☆Deco to make yourself shine, and I’m sure you’ll become a wonderful Prism Star. And not just you… Houjou Cosmo too…

Cosmo: Huh? Did someone call me? ‘Grats. And not just on the win, but on being acknowledged by Bell-sama. Your sexy and gorgeous design wasn’t terrible.

Wakana: Mew could just tell them you liked it, you should really be more honest with your feelings!

Bell: You really don’t get to tell someone else that, Wakana…

Wakana: Meowmeow?!

Cosmo: Anyway, it looks like you’ve gotten more used to the power of Design. It’s about time I get serious too. I, Houjou Cosmo, will cosmically conquer Harajuku with my Harajuku Style-Jack!!! So prepare yourself… Laters.

Otoha: Cosmo’s quite the funny person, isn’t she? Ehehe.

Bell: Yeah. It’s a good thing, too; Player needs a rival like that to raise their skills. I’d be happy if you could see me as such a rival, too.

Otoha: That’s it! Everyone! Would you all like to have a tea party?

Bell: That sounds nice. Let’s go with Darjeeling today. Here’s to a fruitful friendship, Player.

[baekhvuns]

They'll probably have an American tour in summer 2023 🤡 say this to me and my avocado toast Baeksy 💀 nah, but avocado on its own isn't particularly tasty, but I love guacamole and smashed avocado on bread

Also, a lot of those stalkers aren't really fans, like that one Yeosang fansite who shits on him??? Yet follows him around, like? Get a fucking job, bitch

The MOTH novel is so fucking looooong and on-going. It gets spicy cause there are even kids involved. Oh, bestie I read some things on Mr Knight and yeah he did get attention, however he also fucked up. 🔪 I was shook to read who the first father of Latil's baby was, but now there's a new child coming and I hope it's Tasir's 😊 (even though fuck them kids ofc) let's see if the Webtoon ever gets there though. I read one scene between Tasir and Latil that was posted on Tumblr and wheeeeewooooo 👀

The Premier League this season is crazy, Newcastle so high?! No more 4rsen4l 😭 I remember Mbappe's debut at WC in 2018 I was really impressed by him and followed him ever since, also wanted him in RM, but his Frenchiness is showing 😭 stop the arrogance. Football is not going home, oh well... I feel bad for Croatia and Morocco 💔 but they did well

Right, sometimes I'm like "what a shame I don't follow NCT and RV, cause their albums design?! Amazing" but it's better for my wallet. I think Jinni must have violet the contract at some point, not necessarily in a bad way, people are too quick to accuse her of shit... Orbits are really boycotting the comeback (it's sad, cause it looks pretty cool so far, but deserved), I've never thought kpop boycotts could work, but wow

I lost the sight of the 🦘🥊 and was paranoid they'd jump on me once I leave the house akhshahsjshshdhhs. ETL is reserved for me in my dreams, yes 💖 actually yeah, one of my friends had some hate sexual activities that resulted in a relationship and my friend's cousin has recently found herself in a ETL scenario, tho I don't know the details

Southern France is nice! Definitely recommend it more than Paris. Côte d'Azur is pretty.

I'm waiting for lilac Hwa, he even told me he'd like to try purple and remember that random lilac shade he had in Fever Road? It was pretty 😍 Hongjoong needs to do blue again, or Mingi... anyways, yessss long haired Teezers PLSSSS. Seonghwa with hair like this a girl can dream

No because I was about to say FLORIST HWA IS REAL 😌

The beef dumbtinys have with Eden and clam he hates Yeosang 😬 get some help, people. Like I said, there's room for improvement, but he made so many bangers, leave him be

The way he looks here, but he's holding his plush baby so gently. I'll eat him, a silly goofy man

Speaking of SG. COLLAB!!!

I usually pay very little attention to JP albums cause they mostly remixes. The intro and outro is nice, though I don't like Paradigm the song 😭I hope this new song is different and makes me pay attention to this cb (but it's kinda messy, it came out of nowhere and they drop shit suddenly, everyone's broke, the Europe exclusive pre-sale from hello82 was posted AT 4-5AM our time?!?!, the versions are idk... I'm not buying any kpop stuff atm, but I'm not sure if I'm ever gonna purchase it. Maybe the limited version only)

AAAAAAAAAWOOOOOOOOO?!?!?! Giving crucifixion but hot 😳😳😳😳 if he needs bandage person I'm available 24/7

Also tomorrow's KBS Gayo is Y2K themed hmmmm, hope stylists do a decent job

Heeeeeyyy how you feeling? - DV 💖

hi hello!!

They'll probably have an American tour in summer 2023 🤡 say this to me and my avocado toast Baeksy 💀 nah, but avocado on its own isn't particularly tasty, but I love guacamole and smashed avocado on bread

STOP 😭😭😭 IF THEY DO THEN THEYLL FOLLOW IT UP WITH A EURO ONE TOO 🤚🏼 i just think the avocado tastes a lot like grass and earth fbwkfhwk maybe it’s the type i ate but it’s left a bad taste 😭😭

Also, a lot of those stalkers aren't really fans, like that one Yeosang fansite who shits on him??? Yet follows him around, like? Get a fucking job, bitch

half of those fansites are people are whole adults! taking it to social media to shit on them like girlie, worry about your next shift? retirement plans?? obviously not everyone 30+ person is like that but somehow, the fansites turn out be them and it just makes me wonder how much time u got, like if a 20 year old is mad busy BUT YOURE NOT??? HOWIE ???

The MOTH novel is so fucking looooong and on-going. It gets spicy cause there are even kids involved. Oh, bestie I read some things on Mr Knight and yeah he did get attention, however he also fucked up. 🔪 I was shook to read who the first father of Latil's baby was, but now there's a new child coming and I hope it's Tasir's 😊 (even though fuck them kids ofc) let's see if the Webtoon ever gets there though. I read one scene between Tasir and Latil that was posted on Tumblr and wheeeeewooooo 👀

IM SORRY WE GOT KIDS???? WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCKRJWLFHWK IF U HEARD A SCREAM IT WAS ME, T’WAS ME !!!!! omg he got attention? WHAT DID HE DO STOPPPPP 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 whims the baby daddy, tell me idc i will not read this fic, i need u to tell me who married latil, if sonnaught married her, if tasir latil sonnaught have a poly au- who the father is, who the kid is and who does it look like, is it bot or a girl, hair style I NEED EVERYTHING! GIMME THE BIO DATA!

The Premier League this season is crazy, Newcastle so high?! No more 4rsen4l 😭 I remember Mbappe's debut at WC in 2018 I was really impressed by him and followed him ever since, also wanted him in RM, but his Frenchiness is showing 😭 stop the arrogance. Football is not going home, oh well... I feel bad for Croatia and Morocco 💔 but they did well

NO SERIOUSLY WHATS GOING ON FBWNDHEJ this entire year is so u predictable when it comes to footbal, THE WAY HE REJECTED RM FBWMDBWK 🔫🔫🔫🔫 his french ness really is showing bc man what an ego this guy got 😭🤚🏼 football aint going home but the harry meghan docu series is 😭😭🤚🏼 STOPP I DO TOO ESP FOR MOROCCO BC THEY PLAYED SO WELL THEIR DEFENSE? NOT EVEN MBAPPE GOT THRU tbh france winned thru loophole, narrowly won bc mr was not letting them go thru, what a team 🫡 their defense sent half the french players to the hospital 🫡 hopefully the 3rd place play off’s be well to the teams! kinda cried at this thread

Right, sometimes I'm like "what a shame I don't follow NCT and RV, cause their albums design?! Amazing" but it's better for my wallet. I think Jinni must have violet the contract at some point, not necessarily in a bad way, people are too quick to accuse her of shit... Orbits are really boycotting the comeback (it's sad, cause it looks pretty cool so far, but deserved), I've never thought kpop boycotts could work, but wow

YEAAAHH the album aesthetics of sm are truly top tier >>> also wtf???? yg sucks with albums, they always do the ugly ones,,, ahhhh ur right, hopefully she’s away from social media and the comments and focusing on being well! kpop boycott of mama couldn’t work i doubt this one will once the release date is closer tbh 😭😭😭

I lost the sight of the 🦘🥊 and was paranoid they'd jump on me once I leave the house akhshahsjshshdhhs. ETL is reserved for me in my dreams, yes 💖 actually yeah, one of my friends had some hate sexual activities that resulted in a relationship and my friend's cousin has recently found herself in a ETL scenario, tho I don't know the details

NAURRRRRR FBWMDHWK NEWS ON AUSTRALIA “TOURIST JUMPED BY TWO FIGHTING KANGAROOS!” SCREAMING GFBDHD,, WHEN IS UR ETL COMING !!!! MANIFESTING SOME WORK ETL OR NEIGHBOUR ETL 🤚🏼🤚🏼 o…my god. so ur saying ETL can actually happen 😮😮

Southern France is nice! Definitely recommend it more than Paris. Côte d'Azur is pretty. //// I'm waiting for lilac Hwa, he even told me he'd like to try purple and remember that random lilac shade he had in Fever Road? It was pretty 😍 Hongjoong needs to do blue again, or Mingi... anyways, yessss long haired Teezers PLSSSS. Seonghwa with hair like this a girl can dream

i just looked it up and omg it’s sO PRETTY ill def go there saint tropez, cannes cassis! STOP IT DONT MANIFEST IT IF UR NOT GONNA GET TO SEE IT, LET IT BE SOME BASIC COLOUR FHWKDHSK no bc blue hong was legendary, i always see him as blue silver or red headed, blue was so legendary jcbsks MINGI LONG HAIR BESTIE FHWJDHWK

No because I was about to say FLORIST HWA IS REAL 😌 //// The beef dumbtinys have with Eden and clam he hates Yeosang 😬 get some help, people. Like I said, there's room for improvement, but he made so many bangers, leave him be

bestie u are the psychic, ur want came true 🤲🏼 NO REALLY THIS BEEF GOTTA STOP 😭😭😭 if he hated yeosang, he’d do much more than just not give him lines c’mon 😭😭 no yeah, let them vibe, this beef will just strain their relationship if it reaches them, itll do more harm than good

The way he looks here, but he's holding his plush baby so gently. I'll eat him, a silly goofy man //// Speaking of SG. COLLAB!!!

tell me is that not bbhwa going soft, SORRY WHAT HAPPENED IN THE SECOND EDIT DHAKDHWKDHWKD THE ASS LETTER WRITING 😭😭😭

STOP BC DC AND ATZ DROPPING A BANGER WOULD END ME, DAMI AND MINGI DUO 🤲🏼🤲🏼 ON MY KNEES DAMNIT

I usually pay very little attention to JP albums cause they mostly remixes. The intro and outro is nice, though I don't like Paradigm the song 😭I hope this new song is different and makes me pay attention to this cb (but it's kinda messy, it came out of nowhere and they drop shit suddenly, everyone's broke, the Europe exclusive pre-sale from hello82 was posted AT 4-5AM our time?!?!, the versions are idk... I'm not buying any kpop stuff atm, but I'm not sure if I'm ever gonna purchase it. Maybe the limited version only)

imma say it sounds pretty messy, my personal opinion is that their voices are so loud and sharp and the instrumentals quite loud as well so it makes it an awkward mismatch in my opinion 😭😭 this cb is def not necessary but let’s see how it plays! hopefully they get enough rest before the euro tour!! NO BC THERES NO 12PM KST ANYMORE THEYRE DROPPING IT WHENEVER THEY LIKE FBENDB im also thinking of not purchasing it tbh, maybe if the hwa pictures give my heart a change but id tbh save the money bc recession is upOn US

AAAAAAAAAWOOOOOOOOO?!?!?! Giving crucifixion but hot 😳😳😳😳 if he needs bandage person I'm available 24/7

Also tomorrow's KBS Gayo is Y2K themed hmmmm, hope stylists do a decent job

GET THE FUCK OUT NOT THE CRUCIFIXION AGNWMBDWKJDWKDBWKDH THE BANDAGES 😀😀 BOXER PARK SEONGHWA IN YOUR AREAAA,,, no bc the theme is Y2K watch jongho pull up in all black 😭😭 WHERE IS THE Y2K

Heeeeeyyy how you feeling? - DV 💖

i.

come back confirmed.

character of men of harem u say

giving edward cullen a run for his money

[yandere-daze]

hey daze! i've been reading your (yandere) self aware enstars stuff recently and just wanted to share some short snippets of ideas and such that i have that i hope are okay to share! also, i wouldn't call myself the creative type so my ideas might be a little boring or lackluster so apologizes in advance (╥﹏╥)

(okay, so i'm not sure if you outright established if the ensemble star characters can actually see or hear you through the screen but i kinda implied that they can, so i hope that it's okay!! <3)

ok, so...imagine the yandere self aware enstars characters having a player (who joins their world) being very persistent on leaving. no matter how hard the characters try to make them feel comfortable or offer their support, the player is always refusing and trying to find a way out (so basically, player with trust issues). and maybe, instead of sticking to those who are more protective/bound to keep them safe, they stay close to the ones who seem to know how to get them out of here (but of course, those ones are just secretly manipulating them so they can have the player all to themselves <3). also, regarding that scenario, if the player does end up getting stuck in the self aware enstars world, do you think there would ever be a way to get out/return to their world?

oh, and another idea! how do you think the self aware characters would react to the player favoring another game? let's just say...twisted wonderland, for example (though you can use any to add to this idea!). maybe the player really enjoyed enstars and would almost spend their whole day playing the game until they were introduced to twst. now, it's not the player completely ignores enstars, but it's definitely noticed to the other characters that the player is coming less and less. do you think they would actually come to the realization that another game was stealing all the player's attention or come up with an excuse for themselves that the player is still interested in them and the game?

but anyways, idol player is always being dragged from unit to unit (and then to anzu because she always has them back in her arms ♡) because each one wants to convince them to join their units. so like, at the end of the day, once anzu has them back, idol player is babbling about what they did that day with the units as if they weren't literally being tugged at the arm as if it was a game of tug of war. despite that, the idol player tells her how nice valkyrie's uniform looked when they hanged out with the corresponding unit and even was offered by shu to design them one until they were dragged away by a member of knights and shown the latter unit's uniform (and being told how it's much better than valkyrie's and that they should join knights by the unit members...). then, they were dragged by rinne to go watch one of crazy:b practices and was marveled by their choreography and was even allowed to join them (rinne was very "helpful" with teaching them some of the unit's dances, much to the other members disapproval). and after crazy:b, they're dragged off by another unit...and another, and another, and another until they've visited all the units and are back with anzu.

okay, that's all! i hope that wasn't too much because i think I got a little carried away (๑•﹏•) anyway, i hope you enjoy these little idea of mine (that weren't proof-read so you might see some errors...whoops)! (oh, and also!! daze, are you pulling any cards from the link click collab with enstars? i was able to get my beloved mika after 20 pulls <3)

- 🗡️ anon

Welcome, welcome, glad to see you again, 🗡 anon! Hehe, yeah the self aware au kind of took off which really surprised me in the beginning! But I´m happy to see that everyone seems to be enjoying themselves ^^

I think your ideas are really neat and creative so there´s no need to apologize! I like reading them and thinking about them. There´s lots to talk about here so let´s move this under the cut

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, manipulation

A player that wants to escape as soon as possible; a player that instead gets interested in a new game and idol! reader getting many offers to join another unit

Wanting to leave as soon as you enter ensemble square is not that strange of a reaction if we´re being honest. Like obviously we like thinking about what it would be like to hang out with our favorite characters and all that but actually ending up in the world of a game? And a game that has a crazy cast of characters like enstars? It´s really no wonder you might want to get away. The fact that everyone is bending over backward to accommodate you and the way they look like they have hearts in their eyes whenever they talk to you probably isn´t helping your trust issues either.

And so it´s only natural that you would try to stay away from the ones that are suspiciously friendly and always with you to “protect you” or “keep you safe”, right? I mean why would they care so much about the well-being of a stranger? It´s all kind of fishy to you

So you avoid most of the characters and you´re pretty happy with that. Until you are approached by a person you can´t simply avoid. They´re as welcoming as the rest and while you´re contemplating how to best get out of this conversation, they tell you that they know a way for you to go back home. Truly, they understand how overwhelming all of this is, with everyone trying to talk to you and spend time with you while you´re just confused. But fear not, they are willing to help you out! And like sure, they obviously sound pretty shady in their own right but you can´t really ignore a chance like this, can you? I mean you have no clue how to get home so any pointers would be very welcomed

So they tell you “all they know” about this place ( they only tell you what they think you need to know) and give you advice on who best to avoid. Sure, the goal is to go back home but it doesn´t hurt to know your way around the place while you´re still here. They tell you all about possible ideas to go back to your world that they´re all too happy to look at with you. It makes sense that they would be with you to test things out. Sadly none of their plans have worked so far but they assure you the next one is going to work, you´ll just have to try again

And the entire time they get to be around you, all alone. I think characters that would try to pull something like this include Eichi, Ibara, Natsume and Rei.

The player favoring another game with twisted wonderland as an example? Man I can really relate to that, my hyperfixation keeps switching between these two games and the characters would be so confused by that, I imagine!

There are times when you are very active and they´re really happy about that obviously! They bask in your time and attention but eventually they notice that you´ve been playing less and less lately and they get a bit concerned. At first they just assume that life must have been pretty busy for you and that that is the reason why you aren´t playing as much anymore. They miss you a lot but they understand. They just hope you´ll have more time soon!

But it just doesn´t get better at all and they get really worried and panicky. Have they gotten boring? Are they not interesting anymore? They try to listen to you speak through the microphone to maybe get a hint on what´s been going on.

They aren´t very likely to find out about the other game you have been playing on their own because their reach is mostly limited to just enstars and what other permissions they can gain on your phone. They aren´t really able to infest another game entirely so there would be no way for them to know what else you´ve been doing on your phone.

But if you suddenly start mentioning another game or a name they don´t know of? Oh they´ll get very suspicious indeed. This is one of the only times where everyone would work together to find out just what exactly is going on. You like to change the characters on your home screen or the idols you use in lives so they all need to come together and share the info each of them has gained to hopefully get the larger picture.

They will not be pleased when they find out the truth. Be prepared to be bombarded with guilt-trippy messages and voice lines where they ask you if you don´t like them anymore :/

Love the idea of idol! reader being dragged around by everyone because everyone desperately wants them to join their unit and they´re just excited to see all these cool outfits and learn new dance moves that they almost ignore how creepy this kind of is, with the way everyone is roaming the halls, hoping to find you and snatch you away from whoever you are with the second they spot you. No one wants to be shown up here, even the ones that normally wouldn´t take such bold approaches. It simply wouldn´t do for everyone else to get a “chance” to pitch their unit to you without them too getting their turn.

So while you might be having fun getting measured by Shu for your own outfit, everyone else is scrambling to find you so they can convince you to join them instead. They´re all so persistent about it too, none of them wanting to back down.

I like all of the neat ideas you´ve shared there as well, it all sounds very fitting for the units to do. Omg typical Rinne 💀  and everyone else is just losing their sanity ( if they even had any in the first place)

And Anzu just listens to you talking about your day with a smile on your face and she is just so concerned ( and jealous).

“AH, I think as a producer I must choose the best possible career choice for you. I think it would be best to continue with your solo work for the foreseeable future. Of course I´m going to be with you every step of the way!”

[yutahoes]

Love and Letter

pairing : college student! Yuta Nakamoto x secret admirer

word count : 4.5k words

genre : fluff

summary : A series of letters melt the anti-love’s heart.

warnings : cursing

For the “...dear you” collab hosted by @theje0ngs 😄

I had fun writing for this story. I’m sorry if I posted this early, I’m just so excited to show this to you. Please enjoy and leave feedback. 😁

Nakamoto Yuta. The perfect embodiment of the rebel guy moms would always remind young girls to get away from. Pierced ears, long hair that defies the school rule, a scowl on his face as if hating everyone which he does. A total rebel that is feared by students and teachers alike. The classic bad guy who never showed up for classes, only staying a minute for attendance roll call then skipping. 

And he wanted it to stay like this for the whole year. 

Why does he have to attend Creative Literature class when he’s not even a Literature major? Annoyed, he pushed the door of his locker and was startled when a piece of paper fell from the said locker. His name was written in front in cursive form. To say that he’s not intrigued is a total lie but he waited until he was seated in class when he unfolded the paper. 

‘Hi, Yuta. 

Please don’t be alarmed, I’m not a bad person. 

I notice you a lot in the school hallways and honestly, you’re a little scary. 

I know you’re a nice person. Please lighten up a bit.

XOXO,🍎’

A chuckle escaped his lips. Just a little scary? Him? A nice person? Isn’t this weird? Who in their right mind would make an absurd letter like this? 

But a smile escaped his lips as his mind drifted on the letter in his pocket. Should he start smiling more? Talk to some classmates? Maybe he can find out who wrote the letter. Fuck, this is so dangerous. 

Although it is ultimately different from his usual aura, he greeted the discipline director waiting by the school gate. He also gave a bow to the teachers he passed, smiling lightly at his classmates he only recognized by faces. They were obviously surprised at the sudden shift in his attitude but greeted him as well. By lunchtime, he was hanging out with the guys in his Physics class and laughing at their jokes.   

‘I don’t know if you received my letter the first time but I noticed that you’ve been a little brighter and that you’ve been hanging out with some friends. 

That’s nice. 

I’m happy to see you happier. 

Thank you for making my days brighter, Yuta.

XOXO,🍎’

Yuta smiled. But it was the letter sender who made his days brighter. Does that person like him so much? Or is this something that is made up? He doesn’t want to know but he liked the feeling of receiving the letter. 

He’s used to it by now, saying good morning to the school guard and the discipline director before entering the school gate. He would smile at the other students who were early for class, even helping some with their things. 

Every morning, he would pass by the school’s soccer field. His turf back in high school. If only he continued playing soccer, maybe he can be a part of the team and defeat these guys with terrible form. He smiled while rubbing the back of his head, walking to where the Arts building is. Soccer isn’t for him. 

‘Do you like Messi? 

I noticed you’ve always stopped by the soccer field every morning. 

Maybe you can try out for the soccer team. Didn’t you use to play for the team back in high school? 

It will be cool to see you play again.

XOXO,🍎’ 

He glanced around to see if someone was watching him read the letter but the students are busy with their own things. That person knows that he plays soccer back in high school? Is that person a schoolmate from before? But he’ll have a hard time locating who it is considering that he went to a local high school near the university. 

Is this a sign from above? Should he really try out for soccer? He did miss the feeling of the ball in his feet, the smell of the grassy field, and the excitement it brought him. Why did he even stop playing for a girl who never cared about him?

With the letter in his pocket, Yuta got accepted in the soccer team. The coach even thanked him repeatedly for changing his mind, claiming that he had been coaxing Yuta into applying since his freshman days. The guy only smiled, rubbing his head while apologizing. “The soccer golden boy is back.” And he is. He’s happy to be back. 

But training is so tedious that it startled him. Back in high school, training is such a piece of cake. Why did you have to run fifty laps around the field now? Maybe his body is really startled that for the first time in his college life, he got sick. For two days, he skipped school and just stay at home to rest. Now, he’s debating if playing soccer is all worth it. Should he quit? But he just started. Can his body take on this intense training? 

His friends were greeting him when he returned to school. The other guys from the soccer team teasing him that it’s like that at the first time but he’ll get over this. Hopefully, he will. There isn’t a letter in his locker that made him feel odd. Well, what did he expect? Maybe it already stopped. But he kinda liked it. Even looking forward to it every morning. 

“Dude, you have to attend creative literature tomorrow.” Jungwoo, one of his classmates on the said subject claimed. “We already paired for the project. Your partner seemed really down.” 

Yuta laughed at that. “Who is my partner?” 

“Y/N. She always comes early in class, sitting on the back row.” 

“A girl? Can’t I pair up with you instead?” He revolted quickly that made his friend reason out that nothing will be done if they pair up for the project even asking him the golden question of all, ‘Why are you so scared of girls?’ But Yuta just shrugged, not wanting to explain it to him. 

‘An apple a day keeps the doctor away. 

I’m glad you’re feeling fine and that you’re back in class. 

Also, the apple juice from the vendo machine tastes great. 

I hope you’re not allergic to apples.’

XOXO,🍎’

Funny, that person will say that. He isn’t. And it’s not bad to try it out. 

When he entered the room for their creative literature class, he immediately saw the girl Jungwoo was describing with her face buried in the book. Why is he even scared of talking to a girl? 

Yuta breathed hard before sitting beside her. “Y/N? Am I correct?” He asked which made the girl turn to him. Yuta handed her the same apple juice he’s drinking. “I’m Yuta Nakamoto and we’re partners for the project?” 

The girl nodded, thanking him for the drink. “It’s an epistolary piece we should make…” 

“Epis…? What?” 

She lightly giggled at that which made him stare. “Epistolary.” She said emphasizing all syllables. “It’s a letter-type fiction. We write a story using letters.” Yuta nodded at that. Letters. “I have the idea already but since it’s a pair project, I can’t start on it until I show you.” 

Can’t she show it now? Can she just do the project without his help or without talking to each other? “Do you want to discuss it after class? I’ll be in the library if…” 

“I have soccer practice.” He immediately said that made her stop. He gave her his phone, asking if they can just talk through messages that made her nod, typing her number in. The moment she returned the phone, he immediately stood up to talk to his friend, Taeyong, in the first row.

---------

“You just ditched her?” Taeyong asked that made Yuta ruffle his hair. He shouldn’t have told him. “That’s a pair project, Nakamoto. You’ll both get a zero if you don’t cooperate.” 

Yuta showed the text message he shared with Y/N. “She said she’ll just do it. She’s smart. She can do it.” 

The other shook his head. “Why can’t you just talk to her? Y/N isn’t bad. The thing you’re scared of with girls. I’m sure Y/N isn’t like that.” He raised an eyebrow at him. “All I’m saying is that you should stop being this total jerk on her. He’s not like your ex, Yuta.” That took his attention. How did he know that? “There are talks around.” But before he could ask him to elaborate, Taeyong turned a sharp left. 

The rain was falling hard that made Yuta sigh while taking out his umbrella. Soccer practice ended early because of the muddy ground that made him hate the rain. Today, of all days? He just returned from sickness and yet there’s no training. As he neared the steps of the building, he saw a familiar girl with her hand held out in the pouring rain. “Y/N.” he called. 

The girl gave him a timid smile before returning to what she was doing. Weird. Does she love the rain so much? “Do you have an umbrella?” He asked that made her shake her head. “Do you want to share? I can walk you to the bus stop.” 

“It’s fine, Yuta.” Y/N whispered while shaking her head. Once again, she started playing with the droplets of rain. Truly odd. Maybe Taeyong is right, she really is different. Yuta handed the umbrella that startled her, “Yuta!” But he was already running in the rain. Shit, he might get sick again with this. 

‘It’s been raining non-stop this past few days. It’s so gloomy. 

Also, I learned a new word today.

Niwakaame. 

Isn’t it Japanese? 

Rain Shower. 

I love the rain shower. 

How about you? I hope you don’t hate the rain as much. 

It helps water the plants, you know?

XOXO,🍎’  

A giggle escaped his lips. It does, doesn’t it? 

He just had a reason to like the rain. 

Since soccer practices had been on hold because of the rainy weather, he would always find himself in the library working on that epistolary piece with Y/N. She would always type her ideas and he would check if it was alright. But really, what does he know about all of this? 

He was just thankful that she became his partner, she's really smart and creative. He'll probably pass creative literature with ease because of her help. Another thing is that she never talks when she's in front of her laptop and he was thankful that she's saving them from awkwardness. 

He put on the straw of the apple juice before slipping it beside her notebook. Yuta returned to his comic book when he heard her say in a soft voice, "I didn't know you like apples." Yeah, he honestly didn't know that he did either. 

‘Soccer is such a boring sport for me before. Why does it take so long for players to score a goal? 

But watching you play, scoring that goal in the last minute, I’ve never felt that thrill and happiness before. 

Congratulations! 

And if no one told you this before, I guess I’ll have to tell you now. 

You are really cool, Yuta Nakamoto!

XOXO,🍎’   

The class was cheering with excitement when Yuta entered the room, everyone was congratulating him for the amazing game. He beamed happily, thanking them as he poked a straw to the apple juice he was holding and putting it on Y/N’s table but she didn’t even look at him and was just typing in front of her laptop. 

“You’re being chummy with her.” Taeyong claimed while elbowing his side. “So what’s special about Y/N that she’s the only girl you talk to?” 

Yuta had to laugh, voice resonating to the whole room. Instead of the professor, it was the TA who came for class. He just asked them to talk with their partners that made the class scrambled on their seats. Yuta sat beside Y/N who kept on typing in her laptop as if not caring about anything. “Y/N.” He called softly. “Are you alright?” 

The girl almost screamed when Yuta held her shoulder. “Yuta?” She called then stared around. “I’m sorry. Is the class starting?” She immediately put down the screen of her laptop while biting her thumb. 

“The prof isn’t here. The TA just wanted the pairs to talk about the idea.” She whispered an ‘oh, I see’ before putting out her laptop which opened a document. “You seemed busy.” 

“Paper due today.” She answered while typing, bouncing her legs while she bit her lip. 

The TA started walking around the room to see what the students are doing which made Y/N close the document, groaning when she failed to save it. The girl bumped her head to the desk that surprised Yuta. “You can type your paper and pretend to listen to me.” Yuta suggested that made her look at him. There were tears in her eyes. “Just pretend that I’m telling you the story.” 

Y/N wiped her eyes then breathed hard before opening her laptop to start with her work. Yuta smiled when she started typing words on her laptop. “Someone is giving me letters.” But her typing didn’t stop and he wondered if she was even listening to him. “I don’t know why but that person gives me comfort all the time.” The TA approached their table and she started typing at a slow pace as he continued talking to her, “I always wait for that person’s letters every morning.” 

When the TA passed, Y/N returned to her usual typing that made Yuta shrug and just watch as she focused on her work. Maybe she isn’t interested in hearing his story but it feels good that he got this chance to tell someone about the mystery sender always giving him smiles. He placed his head on the table, facing her. “I hope you meet your letter sender, superstar.” Y/N said without looking away from her laptop. And he wished he did too. 

‘Ureshii. 

I’m happy you’re always happy, Yuta. 

I’m happy to hear your laugh echo in our room. I’m happy to see you smiling at everyone you pass by. 

I’m happy you’re coming to class and enjoying soccer. 

I’m really happy for you, Yuta.

XOXO,🍎’

A smirk appeared on his lips, so this person is in the same class as him? He usually passes by this person as well. He really wants to see this person once and thank him or her. 

A thought passed his mind. What if the sender is a girl? Can he actually talk to her? Maybe not. This is probably better. That he’s curious about the mystery letter sender. 

It was the midterm week. Everyone is super busy with the things they have to do, college life is so fast-paced that it scared Yuta. He’s used to getting left behind but what if he gets too left behind? He’s not super smart, not even studious. And a failing grade meant an automatic expulsion from the soccer team which he slowly grew to love. He should just be back from his usual rebel phase. 

The thing he was scared of happened because of Math, specifically Trigonometry. He had to admit that he was blank the whole time, the result of not going to class during the first few months of school. What’s more annoying is seeing everyone’s score on the bulletin board and his fifteen points in Math. 

“Take a tutorial class and retake the exam. It isn’t that hard.” The soccer coach said. “I don’t want to expel you in the team, golden boy.” But most of the tutors are all girls which scared him the most. Yet he didn’t want to fail. 

As he skimmed the possible Math tutors to help him, his eyes fell on one specific girl that he knew who could help him. The only girl he could talk to. 

‘Keep your head up. 

It’s Math. It is naturally hard. 

Don’t beat yourself up instead focus on what you did. 

You solved an entire equation, fifteen of it and that’s admirable already. 

Keep it up, Yuta! You’ve done a great job. 

XOXO,🍎’ 

“This answer is wrong, superstar.” Y/N claimed, circling her pencil to the number two which Yuta got as an answer. The guy looked at it curiously, sighing hard while bumping his head on the table that earned looks from everyone inside the coffee shop. The girl had to giggle at him before closing her book, “We can rest if you want.” 

Yuta followed her by closing the book then drank his apple juice that made her shake her head. “Y/N, do you remember the letter sender I told you about?” He asked before leaning his head on top of the books. The girl only nodded in answer. “Should I meet him?” 

“Him? Your mystery sender is a guy?” 

The guy shrugged. “But I want to think that the sender is a he so I won’t get too nervous.” But Y/N only gave him a confused look. “I’m not good with talking to girls. I mean, I’m really scared of holding a conversation with them especially after I broke up with my girlfriend.” Yuta breathed before continuing, “She gets jealous even if I just smile at another girl and maybe that was when the trauma started. When we broke up, I just can’t shake it off. I feel like it’s wrong for me to be talking to a girl.” 

Y/N nodded. “Well, you just told that whole sentence to me. And I’m a girl.” 

“Oh shit!” Yuta exclaimed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Please don’t be offended.” Y/N shook her head, smiling at him. “I think you’re really pretty and smart.” 

“You think I’m friendly?” He gave her a confused look. Friendly? But he clearly said pretty. Yuta chuckled before nodding at her. 

It was Y/N’s idea to give the mystery sender a response in a form of a letter, just Yuta saying that he’s thankful for the letters the sender gave him. He even shared how he liked Keisuke Honda better than Messi, how he thinks the apple juice from the vendo machine is the best drink there is in school, and how he started to think of the rain in a better light. He thanked the sender for encouraging him to study Math and the support he got from playing soccer. By the end of the letter, he told the sender that he will wait in a coffee shop to meet him or her so he can properly thank him or her. 

"Y/N!" Yuta called while running in the hallway to where she was. He kept bumping on other students, apologizing quickly to them. "Y/N! He took the letter." She shrugged, looking at him confused. "Do you think he'll come to the coffee shop and meet me?" 

"Did you tell her that?" He leaned beside your locker while she took out books for her consecutive classes. 

Yuta nodded, taking her books for him to carry. "I'm nervous. What should I do?" Y/N was startled at the action. "What if the sender is a she? How can I even talk to her?" 

The girl giggled. "Like how you're talking to me, Yuta." 

He stopped walking and she was steps ahead when she noticed Yuta was gone. "Can you come with me later?" 

Y/N sighed, shaking her head at him. “You can do this, superstar.” 

--------

Yuta was so nervous that he kept on ordering water to ease his nerves. Every time the chimes of the door ring, he would stare at the door and hope that it was the letter sender. He lightly glanced at his wristwatch, it's been an hour. Will that person even come? 

He's in his fifth cup of coffee, almost two hours have passed since the time he told the person in the letter. Yuta had already given up. Maybe she wouldn't come. He was about to stand up when Jungwoo came inside the coffee shop and sat in front of him. The younger guy handed him a folded piece of paper, "Someone wants to give you this." 

"You know who it is?" 

He nodded, "I saw her putting the letter in your locker once." Her? "But Yuta please know that she has her reasons why she doesn't want you to meet her." 

"Can you just tell me who she is?" Jungwoo shook his head, apologizing before standing up to leave Yuta alone. 

‘I received your letter and I’m so sorry for not coming to meet you. 

I’m scared. I don’t know why but I am. 

I don’t want to erase your smile when you find out that this is just me, I appreciate your letter, I really do. 

And I’ll treasure it all my life. Thank you, Yuta. I’m sorry.

XOXO,🍎’ 

That's it? He won't get to know who she was. He cannot thank her for giving him something to look forward to every time. Is it possible to have your heart broken before it can even beat for a person? 

Creative Literature class. Today is the last day of submitting the epistolary piece he and Y/N had been working on. He did the usual morning routine, go to the vendo and pick up a juice for him and her. But he can't seem to find the courage to push the button for the apple one so he settled to the orange-flavored juice. "Shit!" he cursed. He never knew Y/N's favorite juice flavor. He would always give her the apple flavored one. So with a heavy heart, he settled on the apple one. 

Weird, he thought. It's almost time and Y/N isn't here yet. Taeyong entered the room and placed a folder in front of Yuta. "Y/N wanted to give you this." He was startled. There's always something fishy about Taeyong and Y/N so he asked him the question that's always bugging him. The other guy chuckled, "We're cousins, stupid." Taeyong supplied that made Yuta nod. He didn't know that. 

"Where is she?" Yuta asked while opening the folder. There's a page full of computerized words, the story she wrote. "Is she sick?" Five pages of the story and on the last page, hers and his names are written in her handwriting. 

"She didn't tell you?" Yuta shook his head in a questioning manner. "She's going to New York for the Exchange Student Program. It's her flight today." 

Yuta skimmed the contents of the epistolary piece she made then focused on the handwriting. Why did it take him so long to realize everything? Taeyong called for his name but he was already outside the door of their classroom. He heard Jungwoo calling him but he was already out of the gates and hailed a cab. "Airport. Please step on it." 

He took out the letters that he kept in his notebook, nine different letters to be exact. Yuta smiled seeing the hidden message in the letters. She cannot hide from him anymore. "Where are you?" Yuta asked when she answered the phone, his foot stepped inside the crowded airport. 

"Airport?" He answered 'I know', "Gate four."

"Wait for me there." She called for his name but he was already running to where she was, putting the phone in his pocket. "Y/N!" he called which made the girl turn to where he is. He lightly bowed at her parents, asking if he can talk to Y/N for a while. 

"It's you, isn't it? The letters." He asked which made the girl stop. "Why didn't you just tell me?" Then he shook his head. "After confessing, you're just going to leave me?" 

The girl giggled at that. "It's just for two months, don't overreact." The guy breathed hard. "Did Jungwoo tell you?" 

"I saw the pattern with the epistolary you did. Saw how you wrote my name and realized you never told me the juice you wanted and just went with the apple juice I always gave you." The girl smiled then he showed the nine letters he was holding. "Why the hell are you so smart that you have to put a secret message in your letters?" The girl giggled. 

The announcement for the plane passengers heading to New York can be heard, "I have to board, Yuta. I'll see you when…" 

But he pulled her closer, wrapping her in his arms. "I like you too, Y/N." A final call for the passengers can be heard and he hesitatingly let go of her. "I'll message you every day." Y/N nodded before saying goodbye to him and her parents, facing the boarding gate without even looking back. 

----

Nakamoto Yuta. The perfect embodiment of the soccer superstar every university wanted to have. The model student who greets everyone, female or male, when he passes by them in the hallways. The loyal boyfriend who only has eyes for one girl. 

He couldn't believe only a month had passed. He misses her so much even if the time they spent together is much longer than the time they're away from each other. 

A normal day, a normal scenario for him. He quickly went to his locker to get his books for Physics class when a piece of paper fell, making his heart race. 

'Did you miss me, my soccer superstar? 

How many girls have fallen for that smile? 

Or are you just smiling for me? 

If you do, Room 3F.

XOXO, Y/N' 

He slammed his locker shut then passed by the vendo machine to get an apple juice, even tapping his foot when it took a long time to go down. Yuta ran to the third floor, catching his breath when he's outside room 3F. 

The moment he opened the door, a pair of arms wrapped around his neck. "Hi, Yuta." She greeted that made him smile. 

She's here. She's really here. 

"Why didn’t you tell me you’re back?” But he just wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her tight. “And I was complaining last night about missing you.” 

Y/N giggled. “That’s why I went home early. I heard you’re famous with the ladies lately.” Yuta sighed, bopping her nose while teasing her for being so jealous. “Too bad we don’t have the same class together.” 

The guy chuckled worriedly. “Well, you know I had to skip class that day and go to you to the airport.” Y/N nodded. “I didn’t submit our project so the professor gave us a zero.” 

“What?”

Yuta laughed, shrugging. “On the bright side, we’re going to attend the same class in summer.”  

And he knew, from her grin, his anti-love phase is over. 

tagging : @jenosdaemi @notworthit24​ @smrutiisiva-13​ @justpeachygirl​ @notmejustmymind​

I know someone is going to ask me about the secret message in the letters but I’ll let you discover it. 😁 

[chiwhorei]

pollock

paring: art major!k. tsukishima x fem!reader

genre: a dash of angst, hurt/comfort, smut, 18+ minors dni

wordcount: 3.2k

warnings: dom/sub dynamics, fingering, spitting, dacryphilia, praise, daddy kink, breeding kink, impregnating kink, soft and kinda hard dom!tsukki, sub!reader

a/n: ahhhhh!! this is my first longer fic to come out in a while and i am ~so~ excited to share this with everyone. i have been keening over the idea of art!major tsukki and i hope you all like him as much as i do! this is piece is brought to you by the hqhq monthly server collab, so please go check out everyone’s amazing writing, the masterlist can be found here!

hymn: validation by herrick & hooley, cherry hill by russ

“Your work is always technically very well executed, Tsukishima-san.” The round, bald-headed man shuffles through the photos on his desk, pieces of Tsukishima Kei’s senior project that he’s tried to fit together before his final exhibit only four months away.

“But,” the dreaded word has Tsukki restraining himself from a long eye roll, “It seems like you’re stuck. You still need one more piece for the show. What inspires you?”

You hear a resounding slam of the front door swinging open and meeting the frame again, followed by a shuffle of feet towards where you’re standing in the kitchen of your shared apartment. Tsukki’s mouth is set in a flat line, expression softening only slightly when he sees you leaning against the counter. You greet him with a warm, but cautious smile. It had been a horribly long day, grating on every thread of patience Tsukishima has. The bubbling of anxiety and frustration mixing into a sour look on his handsome face. You hate seeing your boyfriend so defeatus, much preferring the sardonic, confident air he usually holds. Both of your final years of college have been exceptionally taxing, Tsukki’s final art project being the most stressing of all. It seems like as days propel forward, closer to his due date, the less assured he is of his talents, his passions. It’s heartbreaking to see someone so brilliant struggle through a million half fleshed-out ideas and crumbled up leaves of paper.

You pull one of his hands to you, examining the stains of paint and ink across his long digits and kissing each finger softly. You wish you could get inside that big head of his and help in some way.

“Did you have a hard day at the studio, Kei?” You wrap your arms around his neck and search his eyes. He’s not always the best at talking to you, especially when he’s upset, so you don’t expect him to give you an answer. Instead, you rub his shoulders, trying to coax the tension out. He sighs deeply at the contact, hands moving to rest at the plush of your hips and gripping tightly when you work at a particularly sore spot.

“You’re too good to me, princess. Thank you” He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, and you nuzzle into him. You don’t have the answers to his current road block, you don’t pretend to. But maybe, you think, you can offer him a more carnal outlet.

“Of course, Daddy.” The name hangs in the air for a moment, any response hitching in his throat. The title is familiar after years of being together, always being both comforting and electrifying. Since the title slipped out years ago for the first time, your boyfriend feels his cool demeanor snapping like a glow stick, leaving hot lust in its wake upon it rolling past your lips.

He pulls you closed to him by your ass, inhaling sharply at the contact on his jeans. All you have on is one of Tsukki’s loose, paint stained sweaters and a thin pair of cotton panties. You brush one of your bare thighs against his crotch, and he feels the stresses of his day falling out of frame. Your body is always a buoy to pull him back from the drowning of self doubt. A perfect slice of heaven he became addicted to from the moment he spotted you across the dusty stacks.

“What inspires you?”

The question rings in his head again, but with a new perspective. Tsukki hears pieces clicking together with your lustrous body pressed against him.

“Babygirl, I think I have an idea. But I’m going to need your help.” His hands move to cup your cheeks, scanning over your features and finding a devious glint behind your soft, e/c eyes. Tsukki trails a thumb over your bottom lip lightly, admiring how you lean into the contact. Always so eager to please him, your temperament goes straight to his cock every time.

“Anything for you, daddy.” You press your forehead against his, waiting patiently for his next move. There’s astounding beauty in the glossy, temperate look in your eyes that he wants to, has to, to freeze in time.

“I have a few things to set up. Come to the office when I call you,” Tsukki pushes a stray hair from your face with a fond smile before walking away, he stops for a moment to look at you over his shoulder, “Naked.”

Your mind races as to what exactly he wants to do with you tonight as you busy yourself with peeling off your clothing. There is very little that you and your boyfriend haven’t tried at least once, but the tone in his voice has left you reeling at the possibilities.

Your eyes catch your reflection in the hallway mirror, naked body completely exposed to your own scrutinizing stare. Had it been the stress causing the image in front of you to be so unsavory? Every plane of skin promoting a different insecurity. A blasted thing a hallway mirror becomes when you’ve never truly loved what stares back. You fuss with your hair in a feeble attempt to make yourself more presentable. The question of how Tsukishima sees you always rattling around in the back of your head, especially standing completely naked and waiting in your own insecurities.

“Princess, come here.” You are pulled from your deprecating thoughts at the sound of Tsukki’s warm voice. You walk into his office, and notice he’s changed into just a pair of grey joggers. The sight of the low hanging garment making you salivate so much you almost miss your surroundings. He’s struck some kind of inspiration, you can see it in his eyes as he adjusts his easel and props up a large, blank canvas. You fiddle with your fingers as he looks up at you.

“Jackson Pollock.” You meet your boyfriend’s eyes, confused by his seemingly random statement as he parses out different colored paints into small bowls. Red, blue, green, yellow. “He poured paint on a flat surface so that he could view every angle color could create, every curve.” Tsukki muses, dipping two fingers into the bright yellow hue sitting next to him, bringing them towards his face with contemplation. “But I think this sweet little body of yours will prove a much better canvas.”

His eyes provide no sign of bluffing, but you stare back at him dumbly. Sure, he’s used you as a muse before. Studying your hands or the way your hair falls in the sketches you see hanging up by his desk behind you. You love when he wants to use your body for inspiration, but is he really going to cover you in paint?

“We both know you don’t mind getting a little messy,” He trails his wet pointer finger across your collarbone, following a line towards your chin. He tilts your head up to meet his eyes, “Open your mouth.”

Your bottom lip parts from the top, eyes following the line of spit that drops from his mouth to your tongue with a resounding put.

You swallow thickly, the feeling of his control already bending your will to meet him at every pass.

“I want you to look nice and fucked out for me, baby. I want to show my stuffy professors where my inspiration comes from. I’m going to capture how sweet and submissive my little princess is and then everyone will get to see what I get to enjoy every night.” His unmarred hand moves towards your already disastrously wet pussy. You’re drooling at even the most slight contact, bucking into his hand in a plea for more. His words, complimentative but unmistakingly domineering, have your head becoming fuzzy.

“Daddy, please. Please touch me.” Your whines are music to his ears.

“Oh princess, I plan on it. But I need you to be good for me. You don’t want to mess up all my hard work do you?” His voice is steady, authoritative but still soft around the edges in a way that makes you feel gooey.

Tsukki leads you to the stool sitting in the middle of the room, and you perch on it with his hands keeping you steady. You are his muse and medium, his subject and his canvas to use in any way desired.

Smudges of color brandish every inch of your skin, each stroke is a reminder of where your lovers hands have been. Blue and pink splatter against your stomach, a vibrant red outline on each curve of your breast and purple fingerprints against your pert nipples. Your legs wear a trail of hand prints towards your glistening cunt, wanton cunt. Each marring of paint sits beside paths of hot, opened mouth kisses.

All that is keeping you balanced on the squeaky wooden stool is Tsukishima’s strong arms holding you captive in place. Your legs had been thrown over his shoulders after painting across your upper thighs in a sea of greys and greens. As soon as Tsukki’s eyes met with your bare cunt, his mouth was quick to follow.

He’s a mess of paint now too, muscular chest and arms covered in pigment and face covered in you. He’s always insatiable, drinking you in like it’s the only source of sustenance left in the world. He knows how to work you, how to propel you towards orgasm in a way no one else has ever been able to do. Worshiping your body with langued strokes of his tongue. You let out a pitchy moan in response to his mouth, pushing you towards an end you can feel in the back of your throat.

“I bet you want to cum don’t you, baby? I can feel it. Such an eager little thing.” Tsukishima ghosts his lips across your hot cunt, blowing at your clit to make you yelp. You’re so close, too close. Dangling above bliss but not tipping over, knowing you need permission. You’ve been so good for him, he has to give you your release.

“Please, daddy. Please let me cum.” Tears wet your cheeks as you beg, holding onto Tsukki’s blond locks like an anchor. All you need is his approval, but instead of persimmon you are met with a bawdy laugh.

You really should have known he wasn’t going to let you go that easy.

Tsukki stands up, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand. You’re wrecked in every way. Hair loose and disheveled, body dipped in a thin layer of sweat and thick splotches of paint. The look on your face is equal parts pathetic and fervent.

“I need you to sit pretty for daddy, I want to capture how desperately beautiful you look right now.” His words make you preen, but it’s a compliment and a warning at the same time. He wants to capture the look of sweet pain of denied orgasm to display at an art exhibit of both peers and his seniors. Sadistic in Tsukishima’s own unique way.

You should have known better, Tsukki’s patience has always been astounding. You know all he wants to do is bury himself in you, but he wants even more to make you suffer under his stare. There’s plenty of times he unleashes his frustration out on you physically, ripening your ass cheeks in bright red handprints and ensuring you can’t walk in the morning. But it’s these moments that can be even harsher, when he regards you with steely eyes and a aloof threat, that make your nerves catch fire more than a spanking ever could.

He sits down to start sketching on the large canvas in front of him, pinning you to your position with a practiced glare and playing on your desire to please him.

You sit as still as you can, listening to the scratch of pencil on vinyl in an attempt to keep calm. Your cunt is still twitching, puffy and slick propped uncomfortably atop the wooden stool. Tsukki hums along to the rhythmic music coming from his phone speaker, a playlist you know to be the one that helps him concentrate on his work. His brow furrows in concentration, pushing his glasses back in place as he stares at you again. His eyes are calculating and coldly observant, but his mouth quirks up in a surprising smile.

“My perfect baby. So stunning in every way.” His thoughts start tumbling out without his usual sarcastic filter.

“I have never wanted something more in my life than you. All of you, all the time.” A genuine regard for you in the lilt of his voice clamps down on your chest. He’s called you pretty, told you he loved you a million times before, but there’s a calm resonance in his words as his hands move across the white caves in front of him that catches in your throat. With the pressure of graduation looming over the two of you these past few months, romantics have been pushed to the side to make room for laser focus on finishing your degrees.

Your eyes well at his confessional, struck by the vulnerability so unfamiliar to him. You missed this side of your boyfriend, unlocking it incrementally through the years and finding it virtually non-existent recently. He sees your shoulders trembling slightly and tears his eyes up to your form.

“I told you to stay still.�� His voice comes out harsh, but melts away when he sees fat tears rolling down your puffy cheeks.

“Y/n, are you okay? Did I upset you?” He moves to console you, the action causing another round of sobs, your body on edge in every way after both the teasing and his impromptu affirmation. Your response surprises yourself just as much as Tsukki, not realising how starved of his affection you had become.

“I’m sorry daddy, I-I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I just- do you mean all that?” You lower your head in embarrassment, and Tsukishima’s heart breaks at the realization. Had he unintentionally disregarded you? Had he been ignoring you?

“Fuck baby, of course I mean it. I’m so sorry I made you doubt that.” He pulls you up into his strong hold, he lets you cry into his shoulder until your wracking sobs simmer to sniffles. He holds you tightly in an attempt at atonement. He has to do something to show you how he feels now that he knows his words have failed him. His actions have to speak in his place.

Tsukishima pulls you away slightly to meet his gaze before colliding his lips against yours. He traces his tongue in sonnets across your mouth, tasting the lingering essence of your arousal and the salt of your tears. He writes prose in the breathy gasps as you part for air, chests heaving. He has to show you what his words won’t always allow him to.

It’s bodies tangled together, covered in the colors of a man trying his best to show you how much he loves you. You had fallen to the floor at the behest of passion, Tsukki’s body covering yours, lips kissing any extension of your skin, uncaring of the paint covering both of your writhing frames.

You paw at his sweatpants as if they are the most offensive thing you’ve ever scene, Tsukki’s cock springs out to slap against the hard muscle of his abdomen. You don’t waste any time lining him up to your dripping folds, you’ve waited long enough. Hips crashing together like a fever dream, you’re wrapped in each other as if there’s nothing else in this world outside of a set of paints and four walls of a dimly lit apartment. The sun could be hurling towards the sidewalk just outside and Tsukishima, usually observant to a fault, would have no idea. All he knows is your body beneath him, clawing desperately at his back with every deep thrust, and the love poem he has written on your body. Reds across your breasts and brandishing your thighs. Greens and yellows across your neck, up your arms. Messy, sticky, covering the thin sheet Tsukki laid out to spare the hardwood.

Your panting, crying out for your daddy and consumed in the salty taste of love and lust crashing together like waves. His cock is heavy inside you, filling you up so completely. Tsukki rowes on, not daring to stop now, not with the resounding drumming of two hearts beat so perfectly together and the feeling of your clenching, velveteen walls hugging him like he’s coming home.

“I am so desperately in love with you. I want you like this, with me, forever.” He’s delirious, drunk on your body. Primal, as he stares down at you, colorful and completely conquered. He sees everything in your eyes, every baser desire, every hope for the future.

“I want to fill you up with my cum, princess. You are mine in every way. God, I want to see you swollen with my baby. Right here.” He presses against your belly, feeling his cock moving inside you from the splotches of pick and blue.

His confessional spurs you on, the emotions overwhelming. Feeling so loved, so needy, wanting everything the blonde above you is willing to give.

“Ah, Daddy! Please, please fill me up. I wa-want you to put a baby in me, I need it.” Your clenching tightly, each pump of Tsukishima’s cock better than the last.

“You are such a good girl baby, always saying exactly what I need to hear. Cum for me, princess, let me see how good I make you feel.”

His warrant is all you’ve needed this whole time, snapping to hours of tension with a sharp cry. You’re thrown into the pooling, honey-sweet feeling of release. Sinking every inch of your aching body into a blissed haze. Your walls spasm violently, tightening around him like a vice. He meets your hips with his own, knocking hip bones together like pool balls and holding himself in your heat as you milk his throbbing cock, stealing every drop of hot, while cum he has to offer.

He crumbles to the floor beside you, pulling you to his chest. Lying in a mess of paint and sweat and staggered breathing. Through the fog still resounding in your head, you hear Tsukki laughing lightly, “How’s that for inspiration?”

-Four Months Later-

You shift on your toes in anticipation, waiting for Tsukishima to release the hold he has around your eyes. You hear the bustle of people around you, the laughter and tinkling of glasses clinking together filling your ears. He kisses your temple before letting go, and you are met with a new reflection of yourself hung proudly on display. All of the places you see blemishes are drawn with vibrant purposeful color. Every curve of your form mapped out with the care only a lover could administer. Your naked form exhibited for hundreds of critiquing eyes, but there’s not a bone in your body that could feel embarrassed in this moment. As reflection so beautiful it’s unbelievable is staring back at you.

“Is this really how you see me, Kei?” You turn around to meet his eyes, his stare holds the love of epics. He would write you novels if he could, but this picture is worth a thousand words.

“Of course it is, baby,” He brings a hand to thumb at your slightly swelling belly.

“Of course it is.”

all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

[simpz-art-stash]

Forgotten Prince AU [LMK]

(Idk why I came up with this, I guess cuz I drew a design an wanted something nice to go with it. DUNNO IF I’LL ADD ONTO THIS BUT WE’LL SEE!)

Summary below, feel free to collab or do ur own thing with it, :v I just like spreading the pain to all my favorite protags! <3

So this takes place in the future, past S3, LBD is defeated, MK is allied with Red Son (maybe more~?) MKing and Mac left to go on an actual vacation together, leaving MK in charge of the city with his friends after having made SURE he'd be okay with them gone. (Mac n’ MKing are mates, and totally both adopted MK BECAUSE IT’S MY AU AND I WANT AN ANGSTY MONKEY FAMILY! Also hence why he’s a Prince.) (I figured more or less Red Son’s fam is allied with them at this point. There was a theory I saw regarding how LBD locked away Red Son’s Samadhi Fire via making both him and everyone else regarding him forget about it or something. Idk. I just figured when he finally got his fire back that curse would be broken and his family would be a HELL of a LOT nicer. lol)

Cut to a strong demon attacking the city, not as strong as LBD but just as dangerous due to their cunning. Somehow they manage to make MK go BALLISTIC with his Dharma. Probably through hallucinations of madness or something. (If you’re unaware of what a Dharma is, it’s basically my name for SUPERCHARGED MONKEY FORM. Think of Nezha and their giant three heads & arms kinda form. lol)

MK had been allied with Yin and Jin as well, probably due to Mac hiring them. (Inspired a lil by winterpower's AU's) During MK’s rampage the gang can't really calm him down, and in the end use a new upgraded version of the Calabash 2.0 the twin's made in order to capture MK. Temporarily putting him in timeout.

They surrounded him in the familiarity of his world, but not without telling him what had happened of course. (Very carefully.) MK claims that he would prefer to stay in the Calabash 2.0 until MKing and Mac can return to help him deal sort out all that. Especially his new monkey form.

(The neat thing about this world is that MK can influence it directly? Extra feature the twin’s made in order to use it as a simulation of sorts for training I guess I dunno, lol)

He's used his Dharma before against LBD in the final battle, but it wasn't something so chaotic before. Probably because at the time he had a more direct state of mind, instead of the insanity that had inflicted itself upon him, leaving him the literal monkey he is right now. (YES FOR MONKEY MK)

MKing and Mac eventually return, but not before a more powerful demon somehow gets their hands on the Calabash 2.0. Having seen the whole thing on tv or something. And in turn holds intent in using the chance to basically brainwash MK into becoming an underling to them. Doing so ends up with them wiping MK's memory altogether, and putting him into a world of the demon's choosing. Slowly building them up.

All the while everyone else frantically searches for their MK.

(There’s also a sub-AU where the Calabash 2.0 actually ends up getting lost altogether, and having been reset, leaves MK in control. Where he basically ends up becoming a little god of his own world. I kind of like to imagine it starting off sort of like Deiland’s little planet. (Cute game, check it out!) Small but filled with enough life to support himself with. And eventually he goes onto building himself a whole new world altogether. New friends, family, (some that look eerily familiar.) Musical inspiration because I’m a SUCKER for vibes.

[hitoshisbabygirl]

Author's Notes ♡: Hey Hey, it’s me, ya girl and I’m back with another collab! Ive always loved the roommates theme and have a few ideas for some other ones in my head making this. It’s kinda all over the place because it was a professing with their friendship! Yes I made a Zelda reference and I land about it no. I know Rapp is seen as violent and dense but but this is in a collage au so he’s just a bit...aloof I just love the idea of him actually being a big softie ʕ⊙ᴥ⊙ʔ. I hope you enjoy! ~ bunny ❥

Warnings : NSFW!!! (◎_◎;)

Sweet caring sorta himbo(meh?) Rappa, female oral, Big Dick Rappa , sorta size kink if you really sqint,cheater ex mentioned like once , language

Word count : About 5k! Yikes ^^’

Paring(s) : Kendo Rappa x F! Reader

Enjoy ♡

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Having Kendo Rappa as a roommate is an interesting feat in itself. He is big, and loud , very very loud. He wasn't a bad roommate he just..was like a cute large and fluffy puppy that didn't know his size...or power. Their interactions started as the two met during a halloween party one of the frat houses down the street thew. [ ] went as Midna, her best friend Rumi was dressed as Impa while the last two of her friend group , Amaya and Asa, a pair of sisters, were dressed as fairies. “[ ]! Rumi! you two are so cute! Zelda costumes?” Asa asked as her sister ran up to admire their outfits. “Yeah! [ ] wanted to do some characters that matched us y'know?” She said as she nudged her quiet friend , the girl jumped and laughed , scratching her neck as she gave the excited sisters a small smile “If i was coming out tonight I was gonna wear what i wanted to really wear” [ ] said as the group of them laughed and mingled with their other friends and classmates. While heading to get juice , she heard loud screaming , as the sport boys were starting to show up. First was the football team, then the basketball. Baseball and wrestling came next, then the smaller clubs finished them out. Sighing [ ] was content away from everyone as she watched mayhem ensure, chugging of barrels , more music, girls swarming around the players they crushed on as they did minor things, like talk to their teammates or eating from one of the big food trays laying around. Feeling a tap on her shoulder broke her from her people watching, Rumi giving her a bright smile as she took a cup and joined her. “How's my favorite antisocial babe doing now that all of the party has arrived?” She asked as [ ] gave her a pained smile, going to get more if something to drink “Well I don't feel the need to smack anyone is that a good sign?” she chuckled as she got a hug from the more energetic girl “That's my girl! Don't worry, i wanna get out asap but we’re gonna need our favourite pair of sisters before that can happen and it seems like they're fawning over some of the baseball boys as we speak” Rumi said as they watched a familiar tutu of blue go by, followed by a pink one going a similar way. “I don't get it… but at least their taste in men isn't too bad” [ ] joked as Rumi agreed , laughing “Yeah miss tsundere, you can't stand saps, or most of the jocks either” giving the white haired girl a look she rolled her eyes and gave her own laugh back “Yeah I guess i'm either picky or just got high standards” “Ain't nothing wrong with that we all do!” She said as she elbowed the girl beside her.

As the two of them sat there and talked Rumi glanced past her and her eyes widened, causing [ ] to stop talking “What is it-” before she could question her, the white haired girl jumped up, waving at someone “Rap! Over here!” Constantly yelling to someone [ ] started to ask again when a booming voice came from above her “HEY RUMI” a very loud voice called as stomping could be heard before it stopped “I see you took our idea huh?” With that comment [ ] turned around only to be face to face with a dark cover chest, only to then look up to some of the most warm and amber colored eyes looking down at her “Hello there little lady, I like your costume! Erm..Midna aint it?” The giant ganon dressed man questioned as all she could do was shake her head in agreement, causing the giant male to laugh “Awe don't be shy of me kitten i ain't gonna bite!” He chuckled some more as her friend jumped in “I told you she was shy! Be nice Rappa!” Rumi yelled at the flaming red head as he gave her a toothy grin “Oh I was just teasin’ , I bet I ain't hurt her feelin’s did I sweetheart?” Rappa questioned as [ ] face felt hot, hiding her face in her hands as the teasing duo laughed causing the girl to huff “I'm tired of you two already” She said as a giant warm hand touched her shoulders “Awe dont be like that hun, in time ya’l love me” Rappa teased as he gave her a smile,making her stomach flutter “Yeah! This is who wanted you to meet anyway [ ]! This is Kendo Rappa, our top wrestling boy, Rappa this is my adorable best friend [ ]!” Rumi said as the two gave each other a shy smile , a sly one creeping up on Rumis as she thought to herself “Yeah, this'll definitely happen”

Since then the two had become more acquainted , having many classes together and sharing some similar friends [ ] was used to the bruting and sometimes dense man making a random ( and loud) appearance. As [ ] sat in her mostly empty room thanks to her last roommate moving out after constantly breaking sound rules and getting into it with the girl downstairs for being in her bed with her boyfriend (Yikes) she felt a sense of calm. Closing her chemistry book and letting out a relieved sigh [ ] thought about the fact she was going to get a new roommate, the thought was nerve wracking but also it was exciting as well. It was almost too quiet , having the last room by the stairs meant she didn't have to deal with many people besides her friend group. They weren't loud , unless one of her friends decided to get laid and made way too many sounds, or if their neighbors under them threw parties or also had...extra partners coming around. She definitely could feel she was sorta excited she was going to have a roommate again. The sisters had a room to the left of her while Rumi had the one to the right, sharing it with a girl they knew from math. The rooms were not gender defined, some girls having rooms with guys and vise versa so it made it easy to get a room.

These dorms were also quite spacious, the walls not paper thin and a large enough area space that could house two or maybe even three people. So when she heard a knock on her door she expected it to be her new roommate she was advised would come today. Happily opening the door she was shocked and almost terrified to see just a box, well actually a few boxed stacked hiding whoever it was behind them. But if the faed rustic orange hair and wide shoulders meant anything she knew her new roommate already “K-kendo?” [ ] said as the boxes walked by her , landing with a soft thud as bangs covered the male “[ ]? Is that you?” moving his hair out of the way their eyes had the same expression, shocked. “Uh h-hey there sweetheart why isn't this cute, we’re roomies hun?” he laughed as she couldn't help but give him a smile back. “I never expected to see you as my roommate” [ ] teased as Rappa gave her a hardy laugh “Well it looks like me and you are gonna be close friends here darlin’!” With a wide smile he picked her up and gave her a tight hug, taking her breath away ‘ Oh boy i wonder how this will turn out’ she thought as she was eye leve with her giant puppy like friend, his eyes filled of joy

Which leads into now, [ ] trying her hardest to read up on what her next project could be. As she sat there thinking she heard the tale tell sound of her roommate entering with some of his teammates, the boys loud and rambunctious as they entered. Feeling a heavy hand on her shoulder she looked up to the towering boy that was her roommate, his eyes just as bright as usual. “Hey darlin, we're just gonna talk up sum strats a for the upcoming match and play some games in the back , is that alright?” He asked with pleading eyes as one of his more cocky and jock like friends spoke up “Well youre the man here, dont let some women say if we cant or can be here” Rolling her eyes and proceeding to stand up and push past the wide eyed boy who knew what was going to happen. [ ] took in a breath before opening her eyes to look up to the boy “Well it is my room, i pay shit here and the man over there didnt get this place, so i do choose who can and cant come through my place” She said as she pointed a finger to the boys chest. Trying to push his luck he pushed back against her finger “ I bet you just haven’t gotten a good enough dicking for you to just stay out of the way” He laughed. Before [ ] could hit him hard enough her rust haired friend moved in , clearly towering the boy “Yer better watch yer mouth, she has her right around here, im invatin her space so watch it before there's no place for any of us to relax without rules” He said as the boy sucked up any laughing and nodded his head in understanding. Surprised by her usually aloof roommate [ ] stood back and went back to her work, the other boys scrambling behind kendo as the boy who tried to challenge her jumped to follow, never making a move to mock or do anything again.

The boys picked back up and were having fun in the back room of kendo’s , sighs and groans when they lost and victorious laughs and screams if someone won. Once they all left and everything settle to a quiet rumble as the last few funneled out [ ] could here herself think, reading up on chemistry as she felt a presence behind her. “ ‘M sorry, i didn't know my question wouldve cause a roar outta ya..” Kendo started as she smiled gently, turning to face the wounded boy “Its okay….guess it just lit something in me i always did y'know?” She said with a small laugh as she went to type again, but was stopped by the hulking boy. “I gotta make it up to ya alright? I know i aint say anythin that he did but…. It feels like my fault y'know?” He admitted as his large hand covered hers. “You wont live this down will you?” She questioned as his eyes flickered up to hers, sparking. “Nope, not at all. Lemme treat ya right okay?” For such innocent words [ ] couldnt help the shiver that ran down her back at his words. Maybe it was because he was so close, or that the smell of his cologne was too much, either way her head was spinning as she let him still hold her hand as he tugged her away from her computer , his smile widening as she reluctantly shut the bright screen “Great! Now let's get something to eat im starvin” He rasped out as [ ] gave him a giggle that made the boy stop in his tracks. He always thought she had a cute giggle but this one,for some reason , made his heart and chest feel warm and tight. Ignoring the feeling he took the girl with him, the two headed out to get something to eat as they headed down , the sound of her giggling still running though kendos mind.

Getting a random frantic text from Kendo wasn't unusual, in fact it was quite common for him to do such, which now didn't faze [ ] at all but this one was...particularly odd giving what he was asking ‘Hair? And messy? What in the world is he up to’ [. ] thought to herself as she headed to her shared room with the boy, nervous of what scene she could be entering.

Sighing after his last text she hurried her way to their dorm room and in fact he did leave the door open, making her more nervous as she entered the living room. “Kendo?” [ ] called out as she heard a gruff sound come from her bathroom. Entering was a sight of its own; towels, a bowl of some..substance , bags and bottles of body wash and a one flustered and shirtless Kendo. “[ ]! ‘M so glad yer home here take this” The large man said as he handed her an old toothbrush that was frayed and covered with the same odd substance in the bowl. The lingering smell from the room eventually gave it away ; shampoos. “Uh why do i need this? And why is there shampoo on a toothbrush” She questioned as he groaned, taking the towel off his head as she blinked owlishly at his very faded red orange hair, the color now more of a neon pumpkin. Shaking off extra water caused even more of his hair to fall, landing between his shoulder blades as he gave [ ] a desperate look. “It wont come out, and the more i scub the more...orange i become. I look like a orange peel” He whined as [ ] figured out what he was trying to do

“ You wanna remove the color right? A bowl of shampoo and body wash isnt strong enough” Going into their kitchen she grabbed some baking soda and lemon juice , coming back to the hopeless boy “Let me mix something up ive used before okay? Then we can proceed with your hair” Two and a half hours later the boys hair was now a light peachy orange, just light enough to take up with bleach “Well, if were gonna go for blonde ill go get some bleach and some masks, deep conditioners too, your hair is definitely gonna need it and I don’t want it breaking off because you're impatient to take care of it” she sighed as he was amazed at his hair, running a large hand through the still damp mess atop his head “Wow yer good” He said as she smiled at him, taking her keys “And you have a lot of hair. I'll be back” She said as she hopped up “Wait! Lemme go with you?” He asked but also seemed to demand, pleading eyes looking down at hers as wet hair dropped onto his still bare chest.

Trying not to be hypnotized by where they landed and proceeded to slide down she looked up at her amber eyed friend, who was staring intently as he waited for her answer, soft “Please?” coming from his lips. Sighing dramatically on purpose [ ] laughed at him, giving him a grin “of course you can you big puppy” she said as he picked her up in a hug, a gesture that shows his excitement she's come to learn. Putting her down he went to go to the door before his friend called him out “uhm Kendo? You don’t have on a shirt” she said plainly as he looked at her, raising a brow as he gave his rebuttal “Its hot” He responded. Giving him a side eyed look she turned from him and towards their bedrooms, [ ] sliding into his. Soon she came out with a sleeveless one, throwing it at the hulk of a guy infront of her “You can't come in the store without one” She said as he gave a growl of his own, sliding the shirt over his head as they left their apartment “Well at least ya got me one without sleeves” He huffed as they started back to the door, heading out to finally go to the store to start another process on Kendos hair, the male just excited to finally get rid of his pumpkin hair.

As Kendo sat in the shared living room with [ ] , deep conditioning his hair at her yelling request (‘If you dont re nourish it before you want me to bleach it , I won't do it!’ ) he watched his roommate and now his best friend wanderer around and do housley things for their apartment, the girl content as she cleaned and sorted out things in the kitchen, her body turned away from him as he started to think over how beautiful he thought she was. He want the type to brag or gloat about having so many girls comment on his size , height wised and well sometimes other ways , trying to tempt him to them. All while his friends wanted him to explain how he got the attention from the other gender , Kendo hated to admit it but ,he only wanted his roommates' affection. He knew how put together she was, smart and kind. He saw what her previous boyfriend did, a cheater that didnt take care of the beautiful soul he lived with. He couldnt stand seeing her come home and cry herself to sleep broke his heart, and when he fought the cheater, in the act he didnt feel bad once. Of course it ended their relationship, and [ ] yelled at him for fighting , explaining how he couldve ended in jail for fighting her ex, but he argued it would be worth it.

Sitting and mulling over everything he realized Rumi was right, hed do anything for [ ] but not the same for the other females that passed through his life. She actually, was the first person he did that for and that thought made his head dizzy. Moving from his place on the couch he went to stand in the kitchen, waiting for [ ] to come back from her room. Hearing the iconic sound of her feet pittering across the wooden floor he gave her a lopsided smile as she jumped, smacking into the chest of Kendo. Before [ ] could fall from impacting with his chest he caught her, holding her arm to his chest. “K-kendo! You shouldve told me you were in here! Why are you in here anyway?”[ ] scolded as he laughed, moving out of the shorter girl's way as he started his staring again, this time [ ] noticed him “......What?” She asked as he looked down at her, an unreadable look on his face. “Kendo” she called as he hummed, moving closer “Yer gorgeous” Kendo blurted out as [ ] started to stutter, eyes going wide. Taking teo steps forward he essentially trapped his friend between the corner of their kitchen canopy. “Remember when I fought that bastard of an ex you had?” Kendo asked as he saw [ ]’s eyes go soft , shaking her head “What about him...i'm still mad you almost lost everything just to fight him yknow” she huffed as he poked her cheek “Id do it again if it meant you'd be happy again yaknow” Kendo said as he leaned down to push his head against hers, amber and [ ] eyes mingling. Lifting his large hands he traced each side of her cheek, analyzing over her face as he nuzzled against her nose “Stop playin hard to get would ya? Bad enough you got my heart all in your little hands” he whispered as [ ] just started at the giant , her arms gently coming over to cover his that were place on her cheeks “K-ken..i need to start you hair..” She hopelessly try to argue as he groaned, burying his face into her neck. Squealing at his damp hair touching her shoulder [ ] jumped ,pushing the large boy back “Your hair's wet!” She whined as he chuckleed, mo\ving back as it turned into a booming laugh “Oh my ‘m sorry babe , you look surprised” He said as she smacked hsi chest “Go to the sink, i need to rinse the conditioner” She yelled as he hwld his hands up in a mocked surrender, pulling his shirt up and off in one fluid movement. Caught up by him stripping his shirt off [ ] gave him a glance over, the heaviness of him admitting feelings for her in his own unique way still lingering in her mind as the toned and strong back of her friend made her head hazy. Turning around from the lack of notice of his smaller friend Kendo caught the eys of [ ] staring, her eyes quickly flickering to his curious ones as he grinned “See somethin you like darlin?” He teased as she grunted, reaching up to push his head in the sink “Shut up and let me do your hair”

And like clockwork, Kendo rappa was an icy blonde after two days, a break given to his long ,thick and wavy hair, the giant boy looking over his new look as he sighed happily, loving to have his hair finally look normal. “Well damn [ ]! Ya made it even better than what i was thinking. Look! My hair’s all wavy at the ends and it's soft! Whatever you made me do made it feel better!” He raved as the girl looked over her work. And in fact it was highly even, his hair consistent and lavishy soft. Giving him a shy look she giggle “That's what a deep conditioner will do to damage hair and the way i'm always untangling your hair for you, i knew it would need it before you wanted to go white” She said as he just kept running his hands in his hair, turning back to her “I could just kiss you right now!” He blurted out as they both froze at his words, eyes wide from both parties “I-I aint mean it [ ]” He croaked out as she giggled, stepping back from him “O-of course you didnt, why would you i mean aha..”She said as she moved away more , his own words started to hit him as he realized the reverse effect it was having “NO! No, I'd want to kiss you, I really really want to. I just...want it to be on your terms okay?” he said as he grabbed her arm, holding her in front of him as if she'd float away if he didnt.

“Kendo...I..” [ ] started as she came back to his hip, laying between his legs onto his thankfully covered chest “I just dont want to lose you if you decide you wouldnt want me around” She whispered as he pulled her even closer, kissing her forehead as he stared at her “Dont you ever say that again ya hear me? Youll be my princess and ill be your humble er..knight” He hesitated as he tried to think of a sweet way to explain his feelings. [ ] looked up to him as she felt here eyes feel heavy with tears. Before one even fell Kendo pushed his lips as soft as the strong boy could, wrapping a large and beefy arm around her waist as he slipped his tongue in her mouth, letting his hand slide down to pull her up to sit on the tops of his thighs while he leaned against his dresser. Softly [ ] pushed her hand on his chest and pulled away, now eye to eye with Kendo “Sorry , d-did i overstep my place” He asked as she let out a snot, before laughing. Confused, Kendo went to talk before she stopped him “No no, youre good, just that if we keep kissing on this dressed there's gonna be a hole in the wall” She said as she pointed to where the mirror kept tapping a spot, scrapes already aroring it “R-right!” He laughed too, picking her up to set her on his bed “Now then...lemme serve you princess” He said before kissing her again, not letting her rebuttal his own comment. As the two kissed he made sure to be as gentle as he could be , at times clumsily nipping her lip or his hand pulling hard at her clothes.

All in the name of wanting to show how much she meant to him. Soon he pulled away, a small string of saliva strung between them from the hearty kissing. “[ ]...i think i love you” He said as she gave him a soft look , trying to catch her breath from the dramatic kiss they came from “Good, because i love your loud ass too Kendo” She teased as he smirked,leaning down to bite her neck, causing her to moan loudly “We’ll see whos loud after im done wit ya” he gave his own tease back as he moved between her plump thighs, kissing the flesh there as he pulled her shorts to the side, exposing her flushed lower lips. Gasping she reached for his hand that held her legs apart causing the fresh blonde to look up at her, eyes wandering over her face for signs of him to stop “I-Im not used to being this bare sorry..” She whimpered out as it dawned on the other side of her words “Have you ever ate out baby?” he asked as she hid her face from him, shaking ehr head as he groaned, pulling her shorts down as he saw her lacy panties , a smirk placed on his lips as he peeled them off too, a string of arousal keeping them plastered to her lips “fuck, that bastared really didnt take care of you” he growled as she sat up to see his darkening eyes kiss up to her lips whispering out a “but i will” as he sucked one of her lips into his mouth, causing a lound moan from the woman he was inbetween. Slowly he licked up her lips, searching for that small pearl as she whined, a hand coming down to tug his hair. Grunting he soon found it, sucking onto her clit as she gasped, her thighs shutting over his head as he looked up to her, watching as her back arched off of the bed once her pressed his tongue hard against her clit. Softly he let a hand run under her thigh, a single thick finger tracing over her twitching hole as he pushed it in gently, making [ ] squeal. “K-Ken!” She called out as he looked up again, catching her eyes and flushed face on his actions. Making a show of what he was doing he let a second one join the first as he sucked hard on her bud at the same time making [ ]’s eyes roll back as her hand fell from his head, nervous od pulling too hard. Kendo however had other plans. Feeling her walls tighten around his fingers he made sure to find that spongy spot and hitting it, finally pulling his lips from her clit as he smiled “Uuh Uh doll, look at me” He growled as she hesitantly glances at him, regretting that she did. He looked way too good, hair a mess as he was panting, catching his breath from being down on her. With evry pump of his fingers his muscle in his arm twitched, making her own walls spasm as she watched it “Ya like it sweetheart?” He asked as she shook her head, watching him move back to her pussy “Good, cause i aint done” He said as he gave her clit kitten licks beofe slurping on it, throwing a wink at her as he picked up his pace, making [ ]’s voice rise as she felt herself getting close before quickly snapping at a particular hard thrust of his finger to her spot on her walls.

Letting out a light scream she came over his fingers and tongue, the male laughing gleefully as he sucked up her juices. LEtting her come down some he watched her face as bliss spread through her body and a sense of confidence whent though his. Slowly he picked up the pace of his fingers again, going from a shallow push to more stroking as he heard [ ] whine, grabbing at his hand “Uh uh sweetheart, you taste too good fro me to only let you cum on my tongue once” he said as he pushed her down by her stomach, letting her take his spare hand as he went back to suckling on her lower lips. He knew he had a lot in stored for her, and watching the newly admitted love of his life cum from his pleasing was enough for him to realized he needed to do more. Popping off her clit as puling his fingers gently out he looked at her ravished body, using his non wet hand to pull at his sweats. “Youre beautiful like this [ ]” kendo said as she took in heavy breaths, feeling her throat close as he stroked his massive size, rubbing the swollen head as he looked at her , giving her a soft smile “Ya dont have to take me just yet , hes just throbbin too much” He groaned as he twisted his hand hard over his leaking tip, feeling himself throb as he laid back on his bed. “Ride my face?” he asked with one of the most sinful looks [ ] had ever seen ; lustful eyes watching her as his large hand stroked his larger dick, the soft and fleshy muscle jumping at watching her crawl to him, throwing a leg over his neck

“I-i dont wanna suffocate you..” She said as he smirked before saying “Ya cant suffocate me i want it” Soon he grabbed her hip, pushing her onto his awaiting mouth as he picked up his pace, sliding his tongue into her twitching hole as she rocked her hips, keeping a steady pace as she held herself on his shoulder and headboard, ,depreate moand and cries tumbling out as he rocked her too, going from her clit to her dripping entrance, stoking his dick harder and harde as her moans spurred him on. Soon he felt the bud in his mouth twitch and throb harder, the sounds [ ] made increasing as his own hand sped up with his throbbing head, the telltales of them both getting close. A moan erruptred from the girl on his lips as she came again , her essence running down his face as he groaned, ropes of cum shooting onto his hand and stomach as he came himself, still stroking out what he could as the pressure he felt subside. Sliding off softly [ ] saw the mess behind her, taking it upon herself to lick up some of it as she was met with his same aber eyes, watching her move to his still hard member “Let me take care of you too?” she asked shyly. Fuck he was done for as he felt himslef hardend worse at her words, a large hand coming up to smack her ass as he psuhed her up and over his head, letting his tip and her swollen lips run over eachother. Slowly he pushed his tip past her budding lips, entranced by the way it swallowed her whole “Fuck...i love you [ ] and by the time im done with ya...youll know it” he whispered in her ear as she felet him push, more and moreof his large size spreading her lips father than shed ever had. Her eyes rolled up as she felt him bottom out, both moaning as he picked up his pace, making a soothing rhythm as little moans and whines came from [ ], deep grunts coming from Kendo as he kissed her shoulders and back, marking where he could as he felt himself get closer with how she was throbbing over his member.

Digging his fingers as deep as he could in her plush hips he let our a mantra of ‘Cummin’ i and ‘ I love yous’ in her ear as she pushed back against him, feeling herself teetering as he pushed as deep as he could go ,letting himself cum as she came too, the overwhelming feeling of him throbbing against her spongy walls and previous orgasms enough to push her over a third time. “[ ]” Kendo rasped as [ ] hummed , feeling her legs still shake with him in her “Im serious, i'm never leaving you...you're mine and i love you…” kendo said as he kissed the back of her neck, nibbling her ear as he stayed in her “Mhm….i love you too Rappa..”