#don’t know wat to write here

[jungwnies]

f1 grid (1/2) | come back to bed

୨ৎ : featuring : max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri (click here for part two) ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by @makanirock05) : you tell your f1 boyfriend to “come back to bed” while they're gaming or doing something and when they come in the room you flash them ;) (tiktok trend)

୨ৎ : genre : comedy / tik-tok trend ୨ৎ : tws : slightly suggestive ୨ৎ : word count : 2783

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : you guys KNOW i love writing these trend posts.. also monaco weekend lAWDDDDD I HAVE BEEN ANTICIPATING THIS MOMENT.

ʚ・max verstappen

the sound of engine revs echoed down the hallway — max was deep into some sim racing session, probably mid-championship, headset on, completely in the zone.

you leaned on the doorframe, wearing nothing but one of his oversized red bull shirts and a mischievous smile.

“max,” you called softly.

he didn’t even glance up, adjusting the wheel with intense focus. “mhm?”

“come back to bed,” you said, voice sweet and low.

still nothing — just the clicking of paddles and the occasional mutter in dutch. a full-on tunnel vision moment.

you bit your lip, then slowly stepped into the room, arms folded behind your back.

he must’ve sensed movement in his periphery because he finally glanced toward you. just a glance.

and then?

immediate double take.

his eyes widened as his jaw went slightly slack. “wat de f—”

you didn't say a word. just dropped the shirt, still holding it in place for now, and tilted your head toward the hallway. “bed. now?”

the silence that followed was deafening. his car slammed into a barrier on-screen, the thud echoing through his headset, but max didn’t even flinch. his controller dropped to the floor like it offended him.

“okay—yeah. yes. i’m—give me a second.”

he tugged the headset off so fast it caught in his curls. tripped over the wires. stepped on his own sock. you didn’t even move — just stood there, blinking innocently as if you weren’t actively destroying the man’s brain.

he crossed the room in three big strides, his hands reaching for your waist like it was pure muscle memory. “you planned this.”

you smiled. “i don’t know what you mean.”

“you definitely planned this. i was leading.” he kissed your shoulder, then lower. “now i don’t care.”

“you lost?”

max looked up at you, eyes dark, voice low. “i’m about to win something better.”

you barely had time to laugh before he scooped you up — shirt still dangling from your hand — and carried you toward the bedroom like the sim rig had ceased to exist. the sound of his game over screen blinked softly in the background.

“max,” you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck, “you didn’t even pause.”

he grinned against your skin. “i did. i paused my whole life. for this.”

ʚ・lewis hamilton

it was late, but lewis was wide awake, perched at the edge of the couch with his laptop in front of him and his glasses slipping slightly down his nose. some kind of zoom call played quietly — a team debrief or maybe a sponsor meeting. you couldn’t tell. you weren’t paying attention.

you were wearing one of his t-shirts, soft with age and hanging off your shoulder. nothing underneath. not really planning anything… until you saw him push the glasses up and bite his lip slightly while concentrating.

yeah. it was absolutely planned now.

you padded softly into the room, leaning on the doorframe just out of the camera’s view.

“babe,” you whispered, voice low and teasing.

lewis glanced over with the faintest smile. “hey, baby. i’ll be done soon.”

“come back to bed.”

he didn’t look up right away. “i will, i promise. just gotta finish this slide.”

you stepped closer. still out of frame. still innocent.

and then you let the shirt drop.

his jaw didn’t drop, but his hand froze on the keyboard. his eyes flicked from the laptop to you, down your body, and then back up to your face — expression completely unreadable for a second.

then he said, very calmly, to his screen: “can you give me two minutes? i’ll be right back.”

he didn’t even wait for the response.

the laptop snapped shut in one swift motion.

“lewis—” you started, backing up with a giggle as he stood up, adjusting the waistband of his sweatpants.

“you can’t just do that,” he muttered, stalking toward you with a calmness that was somehow more dangerous.

you took one slow step backward. “do what?”

he smirked. “walk in here like that. drop that shirt like it’s nothing.”

“it was nothing.”

“mhm.” he reached you, fingers sliding gently along your bare waist. “it’s something now.”

your back met the wall, but he was already pressing a kiss to your shoulder, slow and deliberate.

“thought you had a meeting,” you teased breathlessly.

“not anymore.”

you wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling as he tilted your chin up. “that was fast.”

he chuckled, voice low in your ear. “there was a much more urgent situation happening in the hallway.”

you didn’t say anything else. you didn’t need to.

the laptop sat forgotten on the couch — screen off, meeting abandoned — while lewis carried you right back to bed.

ʚ・george russell

george was hunched over the dining table, sleeves rolled up, laptop open, glasses on, and completely immersed in a spreadsheet titled something painfully dull like training metrics - q2 review. you watched him from the hallway in silence for a moment, admiring the little furrow in his brow and the way his foot tapped softly against the leg of the chair.

you weren’t trying to distract him. not at first.

but then he let out a soft sigh and rubbed the back of his neck, and your brain short-circuited. you were still in his shirt — just his shirt — and he hadn’t come back to bed like he promised.

so you padded across the hardwood floor quietly and leaned on the wall near the kitchen entrance. his back was to you, so you cleared your throat.

“george,” you said sweetly.

“mhm?” he hummed, not even turning around. still typing.

“come back to bed.”

“in a moment, love. just finishing this—wait—”

you dropped the shirt.

he heard the sound of fabric hitting the floor and finally turned his head — just a little. then a little more. then he full-on spun around in his chair like a dramatic movie character discovering a plot twist.

his mouth parted just slightly, eyes going wide.

“good god,” he whispered.

you gave him a sheepish shrug and a cheeky smile. “bed?”

george blinked hard like he was trying to reboot. “that… that is so unfair.”

you laughed as he stood, chair squeaking back against the floor. “i was being productive.”

“you still can be,” you teased, stepping back slowly as he approached, tugging his glasses off with one hand and tossing them onto the table without breaking eye contact.

“not when you’re walking around like that. christ.”

“are you blushing?”

“i’m british. of course i’m blushing.”

he reached you, hands gently settling at your waist, voice dropping lower. “you know i had two more pages of data to go through?”

“consider this a better use of your time.”

george leaned in, kissing your forehead first, then your lips — slow and warm and full of restrained chaos. “i’ll be giving you my full attention now.”

and with that, the spreadsheet was long forgotten. the only numbers he cared about tonight were the goosebumps rising across your skin.

ʚ・carlos sainz

carlos was lying on the couch, shirtless, legs stretched out, fifa controller in hand and a smug look on his face. you could hear the commentary from the game echoing softly down the hallway — he was winning. of course he was.

you leaned on the doorframe, wearing the thinnest tank top and underwear, watching him like he was some sort of wildlife documentary subject. calm. focused. unbothered. and clearly neglecting his “i’ll be right there” promise from twenty minutes ago.

you cleared your throat. “carlos.”

he didn’t look away. “mhm?”

“come back to bed.”

he laughed under his breath, still controlling his virtual team. “let me finish this match, cariño. i’m almost done.”

you stepped into the room, letting the soft overhead light catch the curve of your body as you moved to the side of the couch — just out of reach.

“carlos,” you repeated, voice slower, sweeter. “come. back. to bed.”

he glanced up.

and that’s when you dropped the tank top.

it hit the floor silently.

carlos didn’t.

his thumb missed the joystick, sending the ball flying into the corner flag, and his jaw literally dropped open. the controller clattered to his chest as he just stared — fully, openly, no blinking.

“madre de dios.”

you raised your brows, all innocence. “something wrong?”

he blinked. “do that again. i dare you.”

you smiled, tilting your head. “do what?”

he groaned, sitting up like gravity had stopped working, running a hand down his face. “you’re trying to kill me. i swear.”

“you’ve been playing for so long…”

“i was playing well—until you came in here with your evil tricks.”

“are they working?”

carlos stood up slowly, gaze trailing over you like he was trying to memorize the moment. “you think i’m just going to let that slide?”

you laughed and took a step back, holding your hands up. “hey, i just made a request.”

“you made a statement,” he muttered, already circling the couch.

“where are you going?”

“to make sure you never have to ask me to come back to bed again.”

you shrieked when he lunged, catching you by the waist and lifting you effortlessly. he carried you off toward the bedroom like a man on a mission — fifa completely forgotten.

“your game!” you giggled, kicking your legs.

“it can lose.”

carlos was officially done playing — just not the way you expected.

ʚ・charles leclerc

charles was at the piano.

hair messy from a shower, plain white t-shirt hanging just right, fingers dancing effortlessly over the keys. he wasn’t even reading sheet music — just lost in some improvisation, humming softly as he played.

you were supposed to be patient. you’d already said “come to bed” once and he’d mumbled “just a few more minutes, amour.” that was fifteen minutes ago.

now?

now you were done playing nice.

you padded softly into the living room, the only light coming from the dim lamp by the piano. you didn’t say anything. just stood in the doorway for a second, watching him — this boy who looked like art, who played like he was trying to say everything he didn’t know how to say out loud.

“charles,” you said gently.

he kept playing, glancing over his shoulder with a lazy smile. “oui, chérie?”

“come back to bed.”

“i’m almost—” he started, then froze.

because the second he turned his head fully, you let the robe fall from your shoulders.

soft, slow.

deliberate.

you were wearing nothing underneath.

his hands stilled on the keys mid-note. for a moment, he just blinked — once, twice — like his brain needed a second to process what his eyes were seeing.

then?

his mouth parted just slightly. “putain.”

you stepped closer, saying nothing, letting the silence thicken like syrup between you.

“are you trying to ruin me?” he asked, voice low, breath catching just a little. “because it’s working.”

you smiled, all innocent. “you said five minutes.”

“that was before you—” he gestured vaguely, eyes still fixed on you like you might disappear if he blinked.

“you looked busy,” you teased, walking over to him slowly.

“i’m about to be,” he muttered.

he stood, chair scraping softly against the hardwood as he reached you. his hands settled on your waist gently, reverently, like you were breakable. his voice was a whisper against your skin. “you walk in here like that and expect me to keep playing?”

“i was hoping you’d switch instruments,” you said sweetly.

he huffed a laugh — strained, desperate. “you’re impossible.”

you leaned up to kiss him, slow and teasing, and felt the sharp exhale against your mouth as he melted into you.

the piano sat behind him, long forgotten, as charles slid his hands down your back and murmured something in french you didn’t quite catch — but didn’t need to.

you already had his full attention.

ʚ・lando norris

lando was deep into a stream — headset on, focused expression, yelling at his teammates like they could actually hear him better if he leaned closer to the mic.

“BOX, BOX, BOX—NO YOU’RE MEANT TO COVER THE INSIDE, YOU TWAT!” he yelled, halfway off his chair. you’d been watching from the hallway for a few minutes, biting your lip, waiting for the right moment.

you were wearing his mclaren hoodie and absolutely nothing underneath.

it was time.

you knocked on the doorframe gently. “lando.”

he glanced over, smile automatic. “hi, babe. i’m almost done, yeah?”

“come back to bed,” you said sweetly.

“promise i will—give me five mins, i’m in the last few laps.”

you tilted your head. “are you sure?”

“baaaabe,” he whined, eyes back on the screen, “i’ll be quick i swear.”

so you dropped the hoodie.

soft fabric pooled around your feet.

he didn’t see it immediately — but when he looked again, mid-turn, his reaction was instant and explosive.

his head whipped toward you. controller dropped. car went off track. he yanked off his headset like it had personally offended him.

“what the f— oh my god. oh my—babe.”

you blinked innocently, still standing there in absolutely nothing, hands behind your back.

“i—did you—what—why?”

you shrugged. “i was cold. needed you to warm me up.”

he blinked like you’d slapped him. “i just drove into the wall.”

“oops.”

“no no, not oops,” he said, standing up so fast the chair nearly tipped. “that’s—i’m gonna crash again. on purpose this time.”

you giggled as he crossed the room toward you like a man possessed, eyes wide, mouth parted in disbelief. “you flashed me. mid-race. you flashed me.”

“i asked you to come back to bed.”

“you’re naked!”

you tilted your head. “so are you, technically, under your clothes.”

he groaned like he was in pain, hands running through his curls. “oh my god, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

you wrapped your arms around his neck, swaying into him. “wouldn’t be the worst way to go.”

he let out a choked laugh, already backing you toward the bedroom, mumbling under his breath. “someone clip that stream. i need to see the exact moment i lost the will to compete.”

“and what’re you doing now?”

he kissed your shoulder, voice rough. “retiring. immediately. full dnf.”

ʚ・oscar piastri

oscar was perched on the edge of the bed, laptop open, ipad in hand, headphones in—all business. his brows were furrowed in that quiet, determined way he always got when reviewing footage, laser-focused on sector times like they were sacred.

he’d been sitting like that for almost an hour, eyes flicking between data sets like he wasn’t actively ignoring your very obvious attempts to get him back under the covers.

you were trying to be patient.

but then you caught your reflection in the mirror—one of his oversized shirts hanging loose off your shoulder, legs bare, nothing underneath.

and your brain said: what if?

you walked to the doorway and leaned your head around the corner.

“oscar,” you called gently.

he didn’t look up, but you saw the faintest twitch of acknowledgment. “mm?”

“come back to bed.”

“i will,” he said distractedly, scribbling something on the ipad. “just want to finish this last lap analysis.”

you stepped into the room. “you sure?”

“yeah, it won’t take long.”

you dropped the shirt.

it landed softly at your feet.

oscar finally looked up.

and stopped breathing.

his hand froze mid-air, stylus hovering inches above the screen. his mouth parted slightly, not dramatically, but in that rare way he only ever looked when he was completely, truly speechless.

you blinked innocently. “problem?”

his voice cracked a little when he answered. “i’m… gonna need to pause.”

you watched as he calmly removed his headphones. closed the laptop. put the ipad aside.

then slowly stood.

“you planned this.”

“me?” you said, stepping back as he approached. “never.”

“you’re naked.” his voice was calm. controlled. except for the very obvious shake at the end of the word.

“you weren’t listening.”

he stopped in front of you, jaw tense, eyes scanning your face like he was trying to memorize every detail.

“i was listening,” he said softly. “i just didn’t think you’d weaponize it.”

you smiled. “effective, though?”

“devastating.”

you leaned up to kiss him, and he caught your waist mid-movement, fingers digging in just a little harder than usual.

“you’re evil,” he muttered against your lips.

you kissed him again. “you love me.”

“unfortunately,” he whispered, lifting you into his arms like it was the easiest decision he’d made all day. “i really, really do.”

the laptop beeped in protest somewhere in the background, but oscar didn’t hear it.

he had a new favorite sector to analyze.

and it wasn’t on the screen.

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[haerenven]

Hi hi!! I love your writing so much ♡ I was wondering if I could possibly ask for ace, Sanji, Zoro, law, kidd (or whoever you would like) and the sweet nothings they like to whisper to reader. Like through out the day to see their reaction or late night when they are both drifting of to sleep.

Pairings. P.D.Ace - R.Zoro - V.Sanji - T.Law - E.Kid

Summary. Words can make you wet

— (a/n): thank you for your request, honey. I actually loved it so much, request are open.

Portgas D. Ace

Ace is the kind of man who can turn anything into a game, even love. He doesn’t just whisper sweet nothings—he gets a kick out of watching your reactions, saying things just to see the way your lips twitch or your eyes roll. So, when he leans in, voice lazy and warm, grinning against your ear, you already know whatever comes next is going to make you want to smack him.

“You ever notice how every time I touch you, you get all stiff like I caught you thinking something you shouldn’t?” His hand is already trailing up your arm, fingers featherlight and deliberately slow, laughing under his breath when you swat him away. “Yeah, just like that. Cute.”

He’s impossible, all teasing heat and cocky amusement, and he loves knowing exactly how to push your buttons. But just when you think he’s done, when you roll away and mutter something under your breath, he shifts closer, voice dropping lower, enough to make something coil hot in your stomach.

“But, y’know…” He hums, watching you through half-lidded eyes, “I like it better when you stop pretending and just let me hear those pretty sounds you make when you’re too lost in me to care.”

Your breath catches, and Ace? He just grins, triumphant.

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro doesn’t do flowery words. He’s not poetic, not someone who spills grand declarations. When he speaks, it’s because he means it, and when he chooses to say something, it hits like a well-placed strike—precise, powerful, and enough to leave you reeling.

So when you’re curled against him at night, his arm thrown over you in that lazy, possessive way of his, and he suddenly mutters, “Tch. You ruin me, y’know that?”—your brain short circuits.

You shift to look up at him, half convinced you misheard, but he’s already got his eyes closed like he didn’t just say something that made your stomach twist.

“…What?”

His grip tightens, like he’s already annoyed at having to repeat himself. “You heard me,” he grumbles, voice rough with exhaustion, then—after a beat—“Not saying it again.”

And that’s it. No grand speech. No elaboration. Just that single, gruff confession, tossed out like an afterthought but hitting you like a damn earthquake.

You stare at him, trying to figure out whether to be exasperated or completely wrecked, but he just pulls you closer, buries his face against your neck, and within seconds, he’s out. Meanwhile, you’re lying there, wide awake, heart hammering, completely ruined—just like he said.

Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji doesn’t whisper sweet nothings because he thinks they’ll make you blush. He does it because he knows they will, and because he craves every little reaction like a man starved.

So when you’re standing in the kitchen, minding your business, and you feel him sidle up behind you, his breath warm against your ear, you already know he’s up to something.

“You know, cherie,” he muses, voice dripping with that signature charm, “I’ve seen men start wars over the mere idea of a woman like you, and yet here I stand, the luckiest fool in the world, holding something no king could ever claim.”

Your fingers falter over the plate in your hands, heat crawling up your neck, but before you can even think of a response, he takes your wrist, guiding your hand up to his lips.

“And the cruelest part?” His lips brush over your knuckles, just barely. “I don’t think you even realize the power you have over me.”

You don’t answer—can’t answer, not with the way your breath stutters and your heart is threatening to burst out of your chest. And Sanji? He just smirks, watching your expression with something dangerously smug.

“Mmm… Thought so,” he chuckles, stepping back. “I’ll leave you to think about that one, ma belle.”

And then he’s gone, just like that, leaving you standing there, still gripping the plate, absolutely wrecked.

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Law doesn’t talk just to fill the silence. When he says something, it’s because he’s already thought it through, weighed the value of his words, and decided they were worth sharing. And when it comes to you, his words come sparingly—but when they do, they stick.

So when the two of you are lying in his quarters, the hum of the ship beneath you, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your cheek, you don’t expect him to speak. He rarely does in moments like this. But then—

“If I lost you, I wouldn’t replace you.”

You freeze. Not because of what he said, but because of how he said it—calm, quiet, a simple fact. It settles deep into your chest, something final, unshakable.

You lift your head to look at him, but his gaze is already on you, dark and unreadable. “Law—”

“I mean it,” he cuts you off, voice even. “I don’t believe in irreplaceable things. People die. Things break. The world moves on.” A pause. A breath. And then—soft, certain—”But not you.”

You swallow hard, something thick lodging in your throat. And Law? He just watches you a second longer before exhaling, pulling you back against his chest like the conversation is already over. Like he hasn’t just branded those words into your soul.

And maybe that’s the worst part—he has no idea what he’s just done to you.

Eustass Kid

Kid doesn’t do soft. Doesn’t do sentimental. But he does you, and that means his version of sweet nothings comes with sharp edges, rough hands, and a voice that commands rather than coaxes.

So when he grabs your chin one day, tilts your head up so you have no choice but to meet his gaze, you expect some cocky remark. What you don’t expect is—

“Yeah, you’re a pain in the ass.”

You blink. “Excuse me?”

His grip tightens, not enough to hurt, but enough to make your breath hitch. “You heard me.” His eyes flick over your face, and then he smirks—smirks—like he knows exactly what he’s about to do to you.

“And yet, somehow, every time I look at you, I wanna ruin something.”

Your stomach flips, your brain short-circuits, and Kid? Kid just chuckles low in his throat, thumb swiping over your bottom lip before he releases you.

“Yeah. That’s the look I was waiting for.”

And then he just walks away, leaving you standing there, pulse hammering, feeling more thoroughly destroyed than if he had whispered the filthiest thing imaginable.

[p0orbaby]

Oh so exciting about the currently working on!! Is there any chance you could do another like seperate universe where ale is a provider of some sort like that I love the way you write that dynamic - like she’s sort of mean but also whipped af

context: so they’re together romantically but ale gives reader like a monthly allowance

also @wosospacegirl wrote a similar trope here so go check it out!

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You don’t ask for the money this time.

That’s what makes it worse, apparently.

“You’re getting clever,” she says, not looking up. She’s reapplying lip balm with the precision of a sniper. Her eyes are flat and reflective, like polished stone, like there’s something buried behind them—something untraceable, long dead and vacuum-sealed. “Which is dangerous. For you.”

She transfers it anyway.

You hear the low, satisfied thrum of the Monzo notification against the marble kitchen counter. Your phone doesn’t unlock—Face ID can’t identify you under the sulphur clay mask you put on half an hour ago, the one that smells faintly of wet pennies and promises a brighter complexion in twelve uses. You got it free in a PR package you never posted. The other items still sealed under your bed, probably expired. You liked the name of the brand—RUIN, all caps—and their slogan: deconstruct your skin. Thought it was funny.

You pick up the phone with a slow sort of reverence, like you’re checking exam results you already know are excellent. “Three days early,” you say, not bothering to keep the smile out of your voice. “You feeling generous, or just reckless?”

Alexia doesn’t reply. She lifts her glass of Verdejo—chilled exactly to ten degrees, the way she insists, the way you now recognise by tongue alone—and takes a measured sip, like it owes her rent. Her expression is dry and remote. Old-money disdain tempered by post-sex warmth. She’s wearing a floor-length robe in ivory silk, Valentino, vintage. The hem nearly touches the floor but never quite does—like even the fabric’s been trained not to presume.

The neckline is low enough that you catch the edge of a missed tan line, a delicate crescent just under her collarbone. A soft curve of pale skin that makes her look human, briefly. Unfinished.

You wonder, not for the first time, who left the mark. Herself, or someone else.

She sits. She always sits like it’s a statement. Like the air parts for her. The robe falls open just slightly at the thigh, enough to derail your thoughts mid-sentence. It’s not a mistake. Alexia doesn’t do those.

“You think this is a game,” she says, calmly. “It’s not Monopoly, guapa. You don’t get to collect two hundred euros for passing go.”

You tilt your head. “No, but I do get to stay in the hotel suite and wear the jewellery and get absolutely railed against floor-to-ceiling windows. That’s kind of the same thing.”

She sighs. It’s not exasperated. It’s theatrical. Composed. Like an aria just before someone is stabbed. Her toenails are painted a lurid, almost hostile shade of coral. New. You stare at them. You know her taste well enough to know she’s trying something different. A softness she hasn’t earned, or maybe a protest in disguise.

She once told you—after two negronis and a very slow orgasm—that she didn’t wear warm tones because they made her look “Mediterranean in a vulgar way.”

You’d blinked at that. “You are Mediterranean.”

“I’m Catalan,” she’d corrected. “There’s a difference.”

You’d let it slide. You’re used to her taxonomy of the self.

“You’re intolerable,” she murmurs now, almost affectionately. She’s swirling the wine with idle menace, not drinking it. “A charming parasite. Like toxoplasmosis. Very bad for pregnant women.”

You grin at her, wide and deliberate. She hates when you do that. It makes her want to ruin you. “Still keeping me around, though.”

“I don’t keep you,” she says, sharper now. Like a shard of glass wedged under skin. “You’re not a pet.”

You stand. Take the wine glass from her hand like it’s legally yours. She doesn’t stop you. Never does. She watches as you drink, watches the lipstick smear on the rim—Hermès, shade Rose Boisé, which she bought you last month in a silence that felt like penance.

“I’m not a pet,” you say, easing yourself onto her lap like you’re made of something softer than you are. She’s all tension and cheekbones and proprietary rage, but she smells like cedarwood and powdered sugar and some French brand that doesn’t even have a website. “But you do pay me. And feed me. And fuck me. So, if it quacks…”

She kisses you before you can finish. It’s brutal. Less affection, more obedience training. It makes your teeth knock a little. You like that. She doesn’t.

After, she touches your cheekbone with her mouth. It’s almost tender. Almost.

“You’re very lucky I like you,” she says, like it hurts her.

You hum into her collarbone. “Like me? Or love me?”

She doesn’t respond. But you feel her reach for her phone. She scrolls with surgical detachment, then taps something. The coat arrives two days later. The one you sent her a screenshot of at 2am, with the caption I want this like I want God to apologise.

You told her you’d forgotten about it.

She didn’t.

You don’t say thank you. You just press your mouth to her jaw, just where it starts to go sharp. You whisper, “You’re such a melt.”

Alexia exhales like she’s surrendering. “I really am.”

[garbinge]

Shot To The Heart

Tim Bradford x F!Nurse!Reader (turned SWAT/TEMS) 30 Day Fic Challenge (13/30)

Word Count: 1.3k A/N: Just something small for this wife reader/Tim universe I occasionally write for. Looking forward to season 7, and hopefully a Chenford reunion lol.

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Mentions of violence, gunshot wounds, ptsd, wat flashbacks, hospitalization, light angst. The Rookie Taglist: @simrah1012 @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @kmc1989 @afuckingshituniverse Other fics with this reader: Clean Cut - Tim Bradford x F!Nurse!Reader Earthquakes and Promotions - Tim Bradford x F!Nurse!Reader

“Hey I was just about to call you, I’m wrapping up my shift but the team is heading to get drinks, figured you could meet us there? We’re going to that spot that has those mojitos you like.” Tim had a smile on his face as he answered your phone call. He was walking through the station towards the men’s locker room, ready to change out of the stench of a long patrol day.

“Before you freak out, I want you to know I’m okay.” Your voice was completely opposite of his. It wasn’t shaky for what happened, but you were solemn and still in your delivery. It was honestly silly to start your conversation this way, Tim wasn’t one to freak out, but he was one to think the worst first. 

“What happened?” His voice immediately matched yours. Very typical for people that held the positions you did, to be calm under crisis. 

“I got shot on shift today. I’m at the hospital.” 

“You what?” Tim had stopped in his tracks immediately waiting for more information. 

“My thigh, it’s not a big deal. It missed my artery but protocol is for me to be here for the next couple days.” You didn’t exactly want to get into details but you knew you had to give him some information. 

“Why am I just finding this out?” Tim was now rushing to the exit doors. 

“I told them not to call you, I wanted you to hear it from me, not some random SWAT member.” 

“You do realize they’re not random, they come to all our barbecues, we’ve been to their weddings…” Tim was starting to argue with you. “Not to mention, I should’ve heard it on the radio.” 

“Really wanna argue with me right now, Bradford?” You sighed despite the smile on your face. 

“I really wanna know what happened.” 

You could hear his truck engine start in the background and from that you knew he was going to be at the hospital in minutes. 

“We got called in on some cartel tip, it was off-channel, stealth.” You explained knowing he wasn’t going to let it go. “I was applying aid to a hostage and it just happened.” 

“I really hope you didn’t write your report that way.” Annoyance was dripping off his tone. 

“Tim.” You said with the same amount of annoyance. 

“No, you don’t get to be mad at me for being mad.” He was on the highway now, you could hear the change in background noise. “I’ll be there in 5 minutes.” 

With that he hung up, and was in front of you within minutes. It made you wonder where he left his truck and who he talked to before getting to your room. 

“Jesus.” He was at the edge of the bed looking down at you. “How you holdin’ up?” 

“I’m fine, I just wanna go home.” You brushed him off. 

“What the hell happened out there?” His voice didn’t sound angry like it did on the phone, he was genuinely upset. 

“I told you, it happened fast, I was applying aid and then the next we were under fire.” You shook your head, not able to look him in the eye. 

At that motion he walked over to the side of the bed, quickly engulfing you in a hug. “I know when you’re lying to me.” He mumbled into the top of your head before placing a kiss there. 

You leaned into him, despite all his gear from his belt making it rather unpleasant to be in his embrace, it was the most comfortable you’ve felt since everything happened. You leaned into him more, gripping him closer to you when you let out a little sob. 

He gently scooted you over, making sure he didn’t aggravate or even touch the leg with the bullet wound. It was just enough so that he could sit next to you in the bed and shield you from prying eyes outside. 

“It’s alright.” He hummed as he rubbed your back up and down. A nurse had entered at one point and Tim just politely smiled and asked if the two of you could have a couple minutes. 

The tears you let escape you were some that you hadn’t shed in years. It was buried down deep, being in your field, being at war, it did that to you, it bottled everything up and left you to deal with it at another time, and each time being more inconvenient than the last left for it to overflow now. 

As you calmed down, you took a deep breath and wiped your face before looking at Tim. 

“You went back.” Tim said not needing you to say anything in explanation about what happened. 

“It was like I was right back in Afghanistan.” You nodded. 

“Protocols are different here.” Tim tilted his head to look at you, wondering if he pushed you into this too soon. 

“Yea, they got me on probation. Seeing the shrink tomorrow where they’ll figure out when I’m cleared for active duty.” 

“You know, if you wanted to go back to work at the hospital, no one would hold it against you.” Tim offered up a solution that was more for him than it was for you. 

“I was doing fine up until now, I think all the dust from the desert we were in, my hands wrist deep into this guys abdomen, brought me back to when you were bleeding out in front of me. Getting shot brought me back to the moment, it was like the shake back to reality I needed.” You shook your head as you thought through it all. 

“Yea the shrinks gonna have a ball with you.” Tim teased you before getting serious. “You’ve always been self-aware. On top of your shit, you’ll be back on active duty in no time.” 

“You sound worried.” It was obvious to notice the hesitancy in his voice. 

“Just can’t help but feel like I pushed you to this.” Tim sighed deeply. 

“I chose this.” You began to argue with him. 

“But I planted the seed.” He argued back. 

“You give yourself too much credit.” You laughed and squeezed his hand. “Remember when the Chief’s daughter came in, and I took her on as my patient, he saw how I handled everything, when they checked out, he mentioned how I might be good in TEMS. I brushed it off, but when you brought it up again, it just was harder and harder to brush it off. It just made sense.” 

Tim looked down at you shocked that you never mentioned what his boss said to you. 

“I’m just saying, don’t give yourself the credit for this.” You shrugged and teased him. 

“I just want to make sure you’re good.” Tim got serious again after letting out a laugh from your tease. 

“I’m fine, and after I see Dr. Shrink tomorrow I’ll be even better.” 

“You’re not opposed to it, which is already how I know you’re fine.” Tim joked as he brought you closer to him as both of you relaxed in the bed. 

“That’s that machismo stigma, I love talking to people about my problems. Which, speaking of, you didn’t take the trash out this morning.” 

Tim let out a belly laugh, “I’ll be sure to take it out tonight.” 

“No you won’t. You’re staying with me, Sarge.” And with that you cuddled into him as best as you could and closed your eyes so you could get as many minutes in the the most comfortable sleep you’d get while being in the hospital. 

[sterredem]

Pretty Boy

Oscar piastri x Famous!Reader

Face claim: random girls on Pinterest

Summery: When Oscar meets a pretty girl he is interested in her and decides to shoot his shot.

Word count: 938

A/N: Sooo this is my first fix. I am very nervous but I hope you like it! I know I made the polls and the results were completely different from this but I need to do a lot of research for that one so I thought that this could be fun.

Also this could be red with everything in mind. It is a female reader but you can read it with whatever job you want!

I did make it with a European singer in mind but chose what you want!

Please give feedback or comment!

Extra info for fic: the note, Insta DM’s

Y/n always felt like she was being watched. Whenever it was by her friends, paparazzi, fans or just people walking by it didn’t matter. She felt it.

But this time it was different, she didn’t know who was swatching her, normally she could figure it out really quick who was watching but now… she just couldn’t figure it out. And it also felt different then normally, this time it didn’t feel like they wanted something from her. Everyone always wanted something from her; a picture, money, publicity anything really. But no this time it felt different. The ‘stare’ felt more caring (for all she could know because stares don’t really have feelings) it felt more intense but in a good way, like they were zoned out or something. But she didn’t know who was watching her or why.

So because she couldn’t figure it out she turend back to het coffee and her work. She took a moment to look around in the cafe to look at if she can see who was staring at her. But she couldn’t figure it out.

Wat she did saw was a very handsome man talking with who she presumed to be his friends. He had brown fluffy hair and brown eyes. She had to admit he looked really pretty.

But now that she was thinking he did look away when she looked at him. And then she realized, he was the person that was ‘staring’ at her. Now she was actually thinking, that was pretty creepy.

But ignoring all that she decided that her work is more important than the pretty boy staring at her. So she turned back to het coffee and work… again.

Meanwhile Oscar or better known as ‘the pretty boy’ was star struck. Not because he knew she was famous no, but because of her beauty. She was the most beautiful girl in the world in his eyes so he couldn’t help but stare at her.

But when she turned around he knew he was caught and quickly turened around back to Lando.

Because if he was being honest it was pretty creeping with him staring at her. He just hoped she wouldn’t find it to creepy.

“Hey you okay mate?” Lando asked after Oscar spaced out for a long time.

“Huh what?” He asked still in a daze from the beautiful girl.

“Are you okay? You were liked zoned out or something.” Lando said a bit confused with how his friend was acting.

“Oh yeah I am fine. Just got distracted.” Oscar said now focusing back on the conversation.

“Okay… you sure? What got you so distracted?” Lando asked with a teasing smile.

“Oh nothing important.” Oscar said blushing a little.

“Okay I will drop it. But if you want to talk about it I’m always here.” Lando said now becoming a little more serious again. “Zak will be here in a minute so if I where you I would figure the distraction out before it becomes a problem.”

“Yeah okay, okay I will. Just wait one second okay?” Oscar said already coming up with a plan to speak with the gorgeous girl.

“Yeah, yeah okay I’ll cover for you if it takes too long” Lando said preparing to cover for his teammate.

Oscar walked away to the bar and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and write something on it.

He then waited for her to go to the bathroom (no he is not a stalker) and then walked to her table and put the piece of paper down by her work stuff and walked back to his table just in time for her to get back and for Zak and a few other members of McLaren to come into the cafe.

When y/n came back to het table from the bathroom she saw the pretty boy walking away and she saw a piece of paper on her table.

She unfolded the paper and smiled at what stood there, she grabbed her phone and goes to her instagram.

She took a quick Look at the note again.

Hey, sorry if this is a bit weird but I think you are really pretty and would like to talk some time. Btw: sorry if the staring was a bit creepy didn’t meen to stare :) if you want to talk you can just DM me on instagram. My user on there is: JackOP81.

She smiled at the note again and logged in on to her alt account and searched the user name. She followed it after she had found it and DM’d him.

Hey coffee shop guy! This is the girl you gave the note to. I am guessing your name is Jack? So hi! I would also like to get to know you.

Instagram

Pop Crave

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Pop Crave: @_Y/n_y/l/n seen in cafe working on something new? Possibly new content? We are excited to see what is going to come from this!

Comments:

User1: OMG I AM SO EXCITED FOR NEW CONTENT!

User2: This is so disrespectful! You are basically stalking her!

User3: that’s so true! It is always so disrespectful erom where they take pictures!

User4: ew not her again

User5: why are you being so mean? She is amazing!

User6: YES I LOVE HER!!!

User7: Wait weren’t Oscar and Lando there?

User8: OMG YOU ARE RIGHT!

User9: it is probably nothing! They have never been seen together! We don’t even know is y/n like F1!

JackOP81: @_not_y/n this you

Not_y/n: well we seem to both learn something new!

Would you guys like a 2nd part?

Pls comment, like or repost if you enjoyed it! And let me know any thoughts and feedback!

[flippinpancakes64]

ןhiii can i please ask for the cullen with a mate with a powerfull gift like elament control b i love 💓💓💓ur writing english is my first lanugne so sorry

The Cullens with a Reader who can Control the Elements

Hello! Thank you so much for the kind words! And don’t worry about your English, I think I understood what you were asking for

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He is astonished

When he knew you when you were human, he never would have been able to guess that you would have such a powerful ability

He thinks you are fully deserving of it though

He loves watching you use your powers

He’s always there if you want someone to practice with

He might ask you occasionally to use your abilities for something mundane

Just for the fun of it

“You should take the water that’s in that glass and dump it on Rosalie’s head”

And he is always there to defend you from the Volturi looking to expand their guard

Alice:

She's used to being the one with the most powerful ability in their family

But she did see this coming so she's not surprised

When you were still human she could see flashes of you moving water, bending fire, and shaping the air

She knew you would be amazing

She loves your ability

She could watch you work for hours

And she does

Her favorite pastime is watching you as you practice using your ability

And she knows how it feels for the Volturi to want you so bad they would be willing to do anything to get you to join their ranks

She's always on edge waiting to see if the guard tries to move against them

The Volturi will get to you over her dead body

Jasper:

He's shocked

He's only ever known mental abilities

A couple of the Volturi have the ability to manipulate the world, but it's still mostly mental

He thinks it's amazing, but he is also a little on guard

Whether he knew you as a human and you were turned, thus being a newborn, or you were another vampire who joined their little family, he's watching you closely

He wants to make sure that everyone he loves is safe, and since you have such a strong ability, he's on edge

But after that he is entranced

He loves watching you work

But he also understands if you just want to be left alone

And he doesn't like the Volturi anyway

So if they even ask if you would like to join them, he is on their asses

Rosalie:

I feel like she's always had a little bit of a complex that she doesn't have an ability but Edward does

So she's a little self conscious when the human that she fell in love with and turned ended up having an even stronger ability than anyone could have predicted

Cue the feelings of jealousy and inferiority

It takes her a little bit to get over it

But when she does, she loves your ability

It's very useful

She knows that she'll need to touch a human's hand but doesn't want them to get suspicious because she's too cold?

Well you're here and you can just sort of make fire so it's a perfect scenario

She needs to leave right now but her curling iron is too hot to just leave there?

Boom ice

And she's not afraid to kick some Volturi ass so don't even worry

Emmett:

Hell yeah

He loves it

He's so used to being the scary dog, now it's your turn

Like yeah stay away from us my SO will kick your ass

He thinks you're so cool

He loves watching you practice or do anything with your ability

And he has plenty of suggestions for what to do

"You should turn that puddle into ice so when that guy walks on it he slips"

"That guy just spent 10 minutes waiting for his pizza to cool down... you should heat it up again"

He likes to play pranks, and now he has you and it's so much easier to do

But don't even get me started on the Volturi

He legitimately hates them

Like he can't stand them

So if their old asses ever show up at their house to try and get to you they won't even be able to step inside

Esme:

She's amazed

She's seen so many amazing things since she joined Carlisle, but this definitely takes the cake

She just can't even fathom how you're so powerful and talented

She loves to watch you

And help you out from time to time

Even if she doesn't know what it's like to have an ability

She will do her best to educate you about the Volturi

She doesn't ever want you to leave or to join them, but if that's something that you want to do, then she won't stop you

She'll be very upset and sad, but she would let you go

She just does her best to tell you everything that she knows about them and that she has experienced in the past

Just wants you to make an informed decision

And hopefully not leave her

Carlisle:

He's met many powerful people over the course of his life

Of course, he's met Benjamin too, who has the same ability as you to control the elements

But that doesn't mean he's any less astonished

He always thought that Benjamin was a one in a million chance

So he is very interested to know how you managed to get the same ability as him

He's very helpful when learning how to control your ability

Even though he doesn't have one himself, he has raised three vampires who do (not including Jasper)

Like Esme, he prefers to tell you everything that he knows about the Volturi in the hopes that you'll make your own informed decision

He doesn't want you to join them

But he won't force you to stay with him

That's not his style

But if you express that you don't want to join them but they still try to get you to, he won't hesitate to fight

Vampire! Bella:

All she can say is wow

She's a little butthurt

I mean, she wasn't very happy that her only ability is "to have an incredibly thick skull"

But she is happy for you

She just wishes she was also cool

She loves to watch you work and practice

And she's very helpful with teaching you how to control your ability

She's the most fresh one anyway, it feels like she just learned how to control herself yesterday

And yeah she hates the Volturi's guts

I mean, they were fully intent on killing her daughter and her whole family so

She will fight again if she needs to

[queen-of-diamonds-xo]

Hey i rally love your writing! I was wondering, if your requests are open, and of yes you could do something with benny watts from the Queens gambit. With the hat rule( you Wear the hat, you ride the cowboy). Like maybe they are friends and she steals his hat and He asks her if she knows the rule. And shes like yes i do. If you dont want to ist totaly ok. Once again i love you writing thank youu

Hey so like… I know it’s been uh, years since you requested this. But; here it is haha! I stared this blog than immediately ditched it because life got in the way. But I’m here to let out some of this creative steam that’s blocking up my brain.

Side note, this is totally not proof read.

Also- she gets a little spicy

How’s that saying go?

Benny Wats, how would you begin to describe the man? Intelligent, Skilled, Quick witted, and undeniability jaw dropping, stupidity pretty. At least, that’s how you described him. Right now. Cackling meanisily as the words flow from your mouth. Delivered in a slurred, almost unrecognisable pattern thanks to the liquid courage flowing through your veins. Two beers, four shots and three of the “speciality cocktails” deep. The ‘speciality’ in question is tequila. In burns hot in your veins warming your body, causing it to flush with a glowing pink rays. The bounce off your, directing straight at Benny.

He had to admit when he suggested going to a bar to drink his sorrows away after a recent defeat. One that came so unexpectedly and hit him hard, cutting deep in his ego. He hadn’t expected for you to tags along. And he especially didn’t expect for you to get absolutely shit faced.

You sit across from him, grin wide on your flushed features, eyes twinkling with a fuzzy haze as the barley even on lights flicker in the dingy dive bar. It wasn’t the nicest place to be. But right now Beeny is looks at what he considered to be the most incredible view of his life.

Your shoulders are released against the worn leather of the booth, the (also barley even on) tank top sits crooked across your body. Your breasts essentially spilling out of your bra. The jacked you wore on the once fridged autum night now lays abondoned. Slung poorly across the back of your chair.

He had to call it. Benny was a gentleman after all, and he fears if you keep looking at him like that, sitting so prettily across from him- he shuffles slightly in his seat, suddenly growing uncomfortable in his once lazed position.

“Okay, pretty thing.” He practically coos at you as he stands. His skim frame hovering over you. You shrink at little at this, feeling the weight of his stare and the tickly of his words in your chest.

“Time to go.” He extends a hand out to you. Allowing you to slowly stand, head reeling slightly tipping back as if the weight of your own extremely had not been known to you.

He steadies you quickly. Arms reaching to your waste, allowing you to wobble slightly in place. Providing a barrier so you don’t eat shit, essentially. One you are stead he’s quick to move. Gathering up his coat and yours in his arm. Reaching for his hat, you are quick to act. The movement surprising the man. You snatch his hat from the table, clutching it close in your arm.

“I got ya hat.” You smile a wicked grin at him, wiggling the before mentioned item in your hand. Allowing it to dangle enticingly at Beeny. Your eyes shining, glinting with mischief.

“And if you want if back-“ you begin, taking slow cautious steps backwards, finding your footing. The man tilts his head at you, a stern look is his bright eyes, but a small smile rested upon his face. His shifts the jackets to one arm, silently preparing for some kind of antict.

“Your gonna have to catch me!” You yell the last part of your sentence as you bolt through the front door of the bar. Benny swears under his breath. Fumbling with his wallet he throws a stack of whatever amount on the table before running after you. A boyish laugh rumbling in his chest.

As he jogs up to his car, been stops in his tracks. You are leaned against the passenger side door, arms crossed with a shit eating smile etched across your face. His hat, lay triumphantly atop your head.

Benny can’t help the heat that consumes him. His mind going foggy and his head spinning as he sees you, in his hat. He didn’t know it was an image that could illicit such a reaction. But yet hear the man stands, battling with his emotions like some kid if teenager. He doesn’t know what consumes him.

He needs to be close to you.

Beeny practically stalked up to you, eyes narrow and pointed starting at you like a wild animal. You don’t know what to do, like a dear in headlights you stand frozen in place. He’s on you now. So close you can feel his breath on your lips. Hot bursts as he pants, practically drools over you.

One arm come up next to your head, softly resting on the cool metal of the car. The change in temperature is welcomed to Beeny. His other arm comes across you, not touching. He lays his palm on the metal of the door.

“Now darling.” It comes at low and raspy. Pulled from the back of his throat.

“You can’t just go around wearing a man’s hat like that-“ he lowers his voice into a husky whisper. He’s towering over you, making you almost feel small. Hands shaking as adrenaline kicks in. Your teeth pulling your lips into a light hold. Sucking harsh at the plump skin.

“There are rules about these things you know.” He says it like a secret, his thumb coming up to release you lip from the tortuous hold of your lips. Staring intently at the swelling skin.

You push back against the car slightly, head tilting to meet his gaze. Your eyes burn fierce into his. Causing another hit wave to push through his body, stomach tightening and his eyebrows shit up is surprise.

You blink once, then twice. Slow and calculated. Once you know his attention is fully on you, you swing both your arms around his neck. Pulling him flush with your body. Benny can’t help the groan that seeps through as you meet his gave once more.

“How’s that saying go again.” You query, rotating you palms up and moving to place them on top of his hat, sitting so pretty on your head. Pulling Beeny closer, forcing his to crouch slightly, tilting his back back to keep in sight.

“Save a horse. Ride a cowboy?”

You take the hat and place it harshly on top of Bennys head. Causing his to lose his footing and stumble back slightly.

A giggly erupting loudly from you as he places his hand onto top of his hat, on his head. And suddenly, it doesn’t feel right. His misses the way you glow, his hat sitting like a crown on top of your head. His misses that view already.

[my-name-is-baby]

Because You’re Mine, I Walk the Line 

Rafe Cameron x female reader 

Warnings: mentions of death (reader’s father, Rafe's mom), mentions of overdosing, angst but also lots of fluff, mentions of drug use, rehab 

Author’s note: hiii, so this is my first time ever writing fanfiction, though I’ve been an avid reader for many years, so I hope this turned-out okay. o_o Also I was inspired by the song I Walk the Line by Johnny Cash, hence the title. 

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Rafe knew he liked you the moment he saw you smile.  

You and Sarah had become friends in Senior year of high school when you were paired up on a history project.  

He hadn’t known that anyone was coming over when he heard the doorbell ring. You looked up from your phone and nodded at him when he opened the door. 

“Hey, Rafe,” you greeted him.  

With a puzzled look, Rafe retorted, “I don’t know you.” 

You let out a breathy laugh. “Well, that’s fine cause I’m not here to see you, silly,” you said with a smirk and suddenly he wished you were. 

“Y/N!” Sarah exclaimed as she came down the stairs. At that moment, Rafe saw your face break into a true and genuine smile, and he knew he would give away all of his dad’s stupid money to be on the receiving end of it.  

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From then on you were a permanent fixture at Tanneyhill. 

One day, when he got home from golfing with Topper and Kelce, Rafe was hit by the sound of boisterous laughter from the living room. When he peeked in, he saw you, Sarah, and Wheezie piled on the large sofa, watching one of the Twilight movies, he wasn’t sure which one. All he heard was you shouting something about someone “imprinting on a baby??”  

He stood in the doorway for a minute before you glanced up and saw him. He was startled when your smile brightened and even more startled when you called out to him. 

“Rafe! Come join us! These movies are wild, you need watch with us.” 

Sarah gave you an incredulous look accompanied by a short laugh. “There is no way my brother would wat-” 

Before she could finish, Rafe was already sitting down between you and Wheezie, who was attempting to catch him up on the plot.  

The rest of the night was filled with pausing to rant and explain, shouting, and laughing. When they finished the movie, they even decided it wasn’t too late to start back at the beginning to show Rafe the first film in the series. He was bewildered to say the least and a little peeved by your crush on Bella’s dad, but he was just happy to be included. This was the closest he had been to feeling like a family with his sisters in a long time.  

It was 1am when the credits finally began to roll. Wheezie had long been asleep on Rafe’s shoulder. He had one arm around Wheezie and the other slung over the back of the couch so whenever you leaned back your head you were leaning on him.  

Eventually Sarah slapped her knees and sat up. “Welp, Y/N and I need to go to bed. You got Wheezie?” 

Rafe nodded before shifting his eyes to you. “G’night Y/N/N.” 

You smiled back at him. “Night Rafe, don’t let the Edwards bite.” 

Rafe chuckled, “I’ll do my best.” 

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When you and Sarah got to her room, your head was spinning.  

“Hey Sar,” you started, “would I be a complete idiot if I said your brother is cute?” 

“Oh my god ew, really? Please no,” Sarah replied as she turned to you while slipping on a sleep shirt. 

“Damn, okay then. I guess I’m an idiot then.” 

“No, no, you’re not. It’s just that,” Sarah sighed, “tonight was a good night for him, but he’s not usually so nice. You’ve been to parties he’s been at, right?” 

“Yeah, but you know me, I like to leave before shit kicks off.” 

“Yeah, well, when shit kicks off is when he’s coked out of his mind, and he is violent and mean. I hate to say it, you know, cause he’s my brother, but I don’t think he’d be good for you, especially with your history.” 

“Oh, fuck, really? I had no idea, I’ve never seen that side of him, I guess. But you’re right. I cannot go through that again. Thanks for looking out for me,” somber for a moment, you look down at your fidgeting hands. “It’s a shame he’s sexy as fuck,” you say to lighten the mood. 

“Ah! GROSS!” 

You and Sarah devolved into laughter while climbing into her bed.  

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The next day, after you had left, Rafe was sitting at the dining table with Sarah. She was eating an apple while scrolling on her phone. As Rafe finished off his sandwich, he spoke up. 

“Sarah, can I ask you something? But promise not to laugh.” 

Sarah looked up mid-bite. “I will make no such promise but shoot.” 

“Do you think Y/N would be interested in me?” 

Sarah snorted but then saw the look in Rafe’s eyes. “Oh, wait you’re serious? Uhhh, no. She likes... good guys.” 

Rafe put a hand on his chest in faux offence. “Are you saying I’m not a good guy?” 

“You know what I mean.” Sarah took a breath, “addicts, she doesn’t like addicts.” 

“Well, hey now, I know for a fact that I’ve seen her sharing a joint with JJ.” He leaned forward on the table as he grimaced at the memory. 

“That’s not the same and you know it, Rafe. That shit won’t kill you,” Sarah said, growing agitated with her brother.  

Rafe scoffed, “I’m not gonna die from anything I’m doing.” 

“Do you seriously not remember what happened to her dad?” Rafe shook his head. “He OD’d when we were freshmen. How did you not hear about this?  I think he was on life support for a couple days before they called it. Dad went to the funeral.” 

Rafe’s mind was reeling. How did he not know about this? How could you have gone through this and still have such a bright smile? When his mom died, he lost control. It was a large part of why he is the way he is. His family had fallen apart, and his dad had done nothing except remarry to give them a “new mom.” He couldn’t believe he hadn’t known what you had gone through.  

“Fuck,” Rafe breathed out 

“Yeah,” Sarah agreed 

But Rafe didn’t want to give up. He cared about you too much. He liked you and the person he got to be around you. There were no expectations for him to be more than he was. He was determined to have a chance with you. 

“And if I quit? Do you think she’d be interested then?” 

“What?” Sarah nearly choked on a bite of her apple as her head whipped back up from her phone. 

“Like if I sobered up. If I cut off all the dangerous shit, do you think she could like me?” 

“Um, Rafe, have you met you? There’s no way in hell that’s happening. You once took money from Wheezie to buy coke. You’re not gonna quit over some crush.” 

But to Rafe it wasn’t just some crush. He wanted your light in his world for the rest of his life. He needed it.  

“Come on Sarah, please, hypothetically,” he pleaded. 

Sarah heaved a sigh, dragging out her words, “Hypothetically, then ... yes... I do think she’d be interested, but I find the whole thing highly implausible.”  

But that was all Rafe needed to hear. He was gonna quit.  

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At first Rafe tried to go cold turkey by himself, but all the parties and pressure of his friends mixed with having no support system at home proved to be too much. His withdrawal symptoms were too much. He was paranoid and anxious. He slept all the time and couldn’t focus on anything. Even Barry was worried about him.  

He broke down one day and grabbed the last of his hidden stash. He was halfway through a line when he heard your laugh wafting through the house. It woke him up. He dragged his hands through his hair and tried to hold back his tears.  

He needed help.  

That night he took his bike and drove himself to rehab. Before he left, he stuck a note on Sarah’s door. From inside he could hear you giggling and he knew he was doing the right thing. 

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After about a week, you knew something was wrong. You hadn’t seen Rafe around Tanneyhill or at any of the various parties you attended. It took you another week to finally ask Sarah what was going on. You didn’t want to admit how much you cared, but you couldn’t take it anymore. 

You and Sarah were sprawled out on her bed listening to music and painting your nails. 

“So,” you broke the silence, “is Rafe out of town or something?” 

Sarah looked up at you from the corner of her eye before continuing to paint pink polish on her toes. “Yeah, something like that.... he’s in rehab...”  

“Oh.” You sat stunned for a second, “really?” 

Sarah smirked as she glanced at you, “apparently, there’s this cute girl he likes that doesn’t date cokeheads.” 

Your eyes widened as you began to blush, “......Me?” 

Sarah burst into laughter, “yes girl.” 

You felt like you were gonna melt. You had watched your dad struggle with his addiction for years before it caught him and not once had he tried to quit. He didn’t try to quit for your mom, his parents, your brother, and least of all for you. He had OD’d a couple times without it being fatal and each time you sat next to his hospital bed, clutching his hand, and begged him to quit, begged him to keep your family together, begged him to care. He never listened.  

But now, someone was trying to get clean just for the chance to be with you. You couldn’t wrap your head around it.  

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Rafe had been in rehab for three weeks now. He was surprised by how much he liked the routine. The nurses were nice, and the food was actually good. He had even made a couple of friends. It was the most he had been taken care of since his mom had passed away.  

Despite all that there was still a huge part of him that felt lonely.  

He sat in the sterile white room he’d been given that wasn’t too unlike home. The emptiness matched that of Tanneyhill. In theory he could have someone bring some things from home to make the space more his own, but he couldn’t think of anything he wanted or anyone who’d bring it.  

There was a knock at his door and a nurse peeked her head in, “There’s a call for you Mr. Cameron.” 

He went to the common area that held all the phones expecting to hear Wheezie’s voice, she was the only one who had called him while he was here.  

“Hello?” He spoke; his voice raspy from disuse.  

It was quiet for a moment and then he heard your voice, “Hi, is this Rafe...?” 

“Y/N?” He breathed out, gripping the phone closer to his ear. 

“Yeah, hi Rafe,” he could almost hear your tentative smile, “how are you?” 

“Better now,” he said, still in shock but not missing a chance to flirt with you.  

You lightly giggled, letting some of your tension float away. You had been so nervous to call him but now that you heard his voice you couldn’t remember what you were so worried about. 

“Sarah told me you were here.” 

“And did she tell you why?” 

You bit your lip, debating whether you should lie or not, “.... yeah.” 

“Cool,” and he left it at that, “how are you doing?” 

“I’m alright,” you replied, surprised but glad that he didn’t press the subject further. You knew you liked him, but you wanted to spend more time with him before you admitted it.  

“They played the second Twilight movie here the other day,” Rafe spoke up. 

“Did you watch it??” 

“Well, I had to know what my guy Jacob was up to, obviously.” 

You chuckled, “naturally. So, what’d you think?” 

“I was still confused but one of the nurses gave me a pudding cup, so I was alright.” 

Your heart almost melted at the mental image of Rafe sitting there eating a pudding cup and watching Twilight. "That's actually adorable,” you cooed, a blush taking over your cheeks. 

You chatted for a little longer about what rehab was like and the drama happening back home before Rafe was told someone else needed the phone. 

“Hey, it looks like Charlie needs the phone so I gotta go. But it was really nice talking to you. I think your voice calms me,” Rafe said with an awkward laugh. 

“Maybe, if you’d like, I could call again tomorrow?”  

“I would love that.” 

Rafe was beaming for the rest of the night. 

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After that your calls became a nightly occurrence, he got his after-dinner pudding treat and then went to talk to you. Knowing he got to hear your voice at the end of the day made his treatment somehow easier. Even the doctors noticed the change. 

You actually visited him a couple times after he mentioned that only Sarah had visited him and that was partially because he asked her to pick up his bike so it wouldn’t get stolen from the parking lot. The visits were great, but they never felt like enough. You had to stay in a small room that was filled with other patients visiting with their loved ones and you only got an hour.  

Before one of your visits, he told you how empty his room felt. So, the next day, you brought him a stuffed animal of yours to keep him company, a blue gorilla you told him was named Professor Bobo. It smelled like you and that was Rafe’s favorite part. 

From your research about rehab that you did while trying to help your dad, you knew how important the support of friends and family is to recovery. You wanted to be there for him the way your father never let you be.  

On one of your calls, Rafe got quiet for a second. 

“Hey, so, I’m getting discharged on Wednesday and I need to give them the name of who’s going to pick me up... Sarah’s busy and my dad is, well, you know-” 

“Rafe, I’ll pick you up,” you cut off his rambling. 

“Are you sure? Because I could figure something else out, I bet Topper or Kelce would do it.” 

“No, I want to pick you up, Rafe.” His heart always jumped when you said his name. 

“Okay, thank you Y/N, I’ll tell the nurses.” 

“Sounds good. Don’t forget Professor Bobo when you’re packing up your stuff.” 

“I would literally never, he’s my best friend.” 

You let out a bright laugh, “are we going to have to figure out joint custody for him?” 

“Or we could just move in together,” Rafe said with a creeping smirk, “I’d hate for him to have to do separate holidays.” 

“How thoughtful of you.” 

“I’m really a good father like that.” 

“I guess we’ll have to get a place together, for the kids,” your teasing smile starting to shift to a genuine one. 

“Kids? Plural? Is there something you want to tell me?” Rafe said playing into the joke. 

You burst into a fit of giggles. This was going to be good.  

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You were barely able to sleep on Tuesday night because you knew you were going to see Rafe, out in the real world, just you and him.  

He was already waiting in the lobby when you got there, despite you being five minutes early. He was sitting with his chin resting on the top of Professor Bobo’s head while staring out the window. When he saw you walking up, barely restrained excitement took over his features. 

After finalizing everything with the nurses you were good to go. 

Rafe grabbed your hand, and you walked out to the parking lot together. 

When you got to your car you turned to each other. Rafe’s eyes were soft as he tilted his head, asking for permission. 

You nodded and without a second thought he kissed you. It was gentle with the promise of more to come.  

“Thank you,” he whispered as you pulled back. 

“For what?” 

“For giving me a reason to want to live.” 

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A/N: Thanks for reading! If feel like the ending was a little rushed but I kinda ran out of steam lol. Feedback is appreciated!  

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"You Know I Mountain Dew It For Ya" | Spencer Agnew x Reader | Pt. 14

Part 14: The Date

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“That’s SO good, wait.” You laughed. Courtney was testing a new TNTL bit with you, explaining the props and joke. “I think that would kill either Amanda or Trevor.” 

“You think so? I wasn’t completely sure the joke made sense to anyone but me.” 

“If you don’t do it I swear that I will.” You laughed, high fiving Courtney before heading back to your desk. 

Your day had been great so far. You filmed a beopordy and had a meeting about an upcoming character based games video. Everyone loved the character pitches you gave, boosting your confidence a little higher all day. 

Your date with Spencer was tonight. You thought you would be more nervous but so far you only felt excitement and positivity. Everyone could tell you were absolutely giddy, the energy radiating off of you was contagious. 

You felt like you were bouncing off the walls, every time you saw Spencer you both were blushing messes. 

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Everyone broke for lunch, giving you the opportunity to spend some more relaxed time with Spencer. 

“Hey,” You began, sitting next to Spencer with your plate of food. 

“Hi beautiful.” He responded, earning a swat to his arm as you blushed. 

“What’s the rest of your day lookin’ like?” You asked, beginning to eat. 

“I’ve got another meeting then we’re shooting a games video and a Shayne guesses. Oh! Which reminds me, would you be able to fill in for Court in the video? They got a bad migraine and their medication isn’t helping so they went home.” 

“Yeah of course, anything for you and Court.” you smiled, happy to help and happy to film. The rest of your day was writing and sitting in on the Shayne Guesses video so you were glad to have a little more excitement. 

“You’re the best.” He grinned, placing his hand on your knee and squeezing it gently. 

The rest of lunch went by peacefully, people coming and going from your table to talk and hang out before making their way elsewhere. You and Spencer went your separate ways, him reminding you that games filming was in an hour, leaving you with a gentle hug. 

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You managed to get a good start to a sketch, outlining it and creating a rough draft before you left to film. You walked into the sound stage and got mic’d, excited to film. Mario Party was up on the TV so you prepared yourself to do a ‘don’t win’. 

The video began, everyone being introduced– Shayne, Trevor, Angela, and yourself. You were about to begin when Spencer interrupted, making it known that it was actually ‘WIN mario party’. 

You were on a team with Angela while Shayne and Trevor were together. 

“Okat this isn’t fair!” You and Angela complained. “Shayne and Trevor and the 2nd and 3rd nerdiest losers I know! And Angela doesn’t even have her glasses!” 

“I don’t even have my glasses!” Angela mirrored. 

“Okay… one: Rude.” Shayne began. “Two: who’s which?” 

“Trevors number two and Shayne's number three.” You explained, like it was obvious. 

“Wait who’s number one?” Angela asked. 

“He’s right behind that camera.” You laughed, gesturing to Spencer.

This made everyone laugh, knowing it was probably 100% true. Spencer got up and walked behind the couch, kneeling to speak directly into your ear, “Hey so never say that shit ever again.” 

Trevor, who was sitting next to you, laughed so hard he started choking. 

“Frankly… that’s accurate.” He laughed when he made it back behind the screen. 

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“No this is actually insane!” You exclaimed, after another win for you and Ange. “I take back what I said, maybe me and Ange are actually the best gamers here.” 

Angela high-fived you, emitting a screech with it before pulling you into a bro-hug. 

“Okaaay… that’s enough.” Trevor laughed. “I will not let my good gamer name be besmirched.” 

“Oh shut the hell up.” Angela interjected. 

You strategized with Angela to make it to the star seeing that you could both earn double stars. “It’s so over for you guys,” You began, watching your character move across the screen. “I literally freaking got your asses, Im literally- i’m literally getting so many stars and you will never have as many stars as me.” You said seriously, in a low monotone voiced bit. 

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“You know what I’m thinking about?” You asked, playing the final round of Mario Party. “Spencer in Gentleman’s don’t win. That shit was so stupid.” 

“You’re literally obsessed with me.” Spencer commented from off camera. You immediately stood up, acting like you were going to step up to him. 

“I’m just kidding!” He backtracked, “It’s actually the opposite! I’m obsessed with you, not the other way around!” 

“Yeah that’s right.” You and Spencer laughed, knowing he was actually telling the truth. 

The rest of the shoot you could feel Spencer’s lovestruck gaze against you, sneaking glances when the game allowed. 

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“Alright thank you guys for joining us! Me and Ange have proven, once and for all, that we are the best gamers in the office so don’t forget to subscribe and press the bell to be notified when me and Angela win another game and these dorks LOSE!” You outro’d, everyone saying bye before you cut. 

“Alright we have a half hour break before we shoot Shayne Guesses!” Alex announced. 

You were talking with Trevor as you both walked out of the stage, heading towards your desks. You finished your conversation and parted ways, heading to your desk and sitting to continue writing. 

You spent a few minutes writing, engrossed in the document, before a mug was placed before you. “What-,”

“Hi Y/N” Spencer said, pulling a chair next to you. “You always have tea around this time.” He continued, noticing your slightly confused face. 

“Thank you Spence,” You smiled, feeling warm. 

“How's the writing going?” He asked, leaning into you slightly to scan over your screen. 

“Pretty good I think. It’s not super fleshed out but so far I’m really proud of it.” 

Spencer’s phone buzzed, signaling he was needed for filming. “You’ll have to let me read it when it’s done.” He stood with this, grabbing your laptop and holding a hand to you. “Let’s go film Shayne Guesses.” 

You grabbed his hand, blushing as you walked together to the set, feeling him squeeze your hand every so often. 

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“This drawing is so awesome.” Shayne laughed, staring at your drawing on the screen. You were trying to keep a poker face, almost breaking when Spencer looked around the room and landed on you. “If I hadn’t already guessed Courtney I might have guessed them… This could be someone from art.. But I’ve already guessed most of them.” 

You had drawn him doing the middle splits, using one of his instagram posts as inspiration. 

Shayne was looking around the room, trying to decide from reactions who drew it. You were sitting closer to the back, your laptop on your raised knees to shield your face slightly. 

“This could be you Spencer.” He remarked to Spence who was next to him. 

“Honestly, that is really flattering.” 

“Well now it doesn’t seem like its you… I- I don’t know though so I’m just gonna guess you.” Shayne decided, bracing himself before changing the slide. “Y/N!?” 

The room cheered, Spencer waving for you to come over and say something. 

“You said you never thought you’d be able to do this splits so I thought maybe this would inspire you or like, you could put it on your vision board.” You joked, your hand on his shoulder as you leaned into frame. 

“I really thought I was gonna get you! My streak of always guessing you is lost now! This drawing is so sick tho, thank you.” 

“A comedian, actress, musician.. Now an artist? What can’t she do?” Spencer jested. 

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Your day had been incredible. You had felt just excitement all day but now that you were at home, alone, you were anxious as all get out. 

Spencer was supposed to pick you up in 10 minutes. You had been ready for about 40 minutes, scared you would be late or mess up your makeup. Now you were sat at your kitchen island, facing the door, trying to will Spencer behind it. It felt like hours had passed of you waiting but every time you checked your phone only a minute had passed. 

Finally there was a knock at the door. You were immediately able to tell it was Spencer. Even though you were anticipating his arrival you'd be able to recognize his knock anywhere; something so menial, but a detail you’d never want to forget. 

You were greeted with a stunning bouquet of flowers upon opening the door. A smile shooting across your features as you saw Spencer. He was wearing a casual suit, with his glasses and his hair perfectly styled. 

“Oh my gosh, they're beautiful.” you cooed, taking them from Spencer before inviting him inside while you found a vase and a home for the flowers. 

“Not as beautiful as you.” Spencer teased. 

“That's so corny.” 

“But it's true. You look… just wow…” Spencer breathed, taking in your appearance. “I don’t think there’s a word in any language, old and new, to properly describe you. Not just your incredible beauty, but also your dazzling mind. I feel so lucky to have the honor of taking you out.” 

You laughed and blushed at his antics, smiling as he held you an arms length away to look at you. You were wearing a deep blue silk midi dress and black heels. You weren’t sure how nice to dress and thought you may have overdressed but seeing Spencer's dark blue suit match your dress perfectly eased any nerves you had. 

“Okay stop being a dork, take me out.” You joked, excited for the night. 

He laughed with you, placing a sweet kiss on your lips before taking your hand and guiding you out of your apartment. 

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Spencer helped you out of the car, the Griffith Observatory in front of you. He gave his keys to the valet and was back at your side. 

“Spencer what is this?” You asked, in awe of the beautifully lit area, framed by stars. 

“I know how you love LaLa Land and heard about an event and snagged some last minute tickets.” He explained.

“This is incredible.” 

“This is just the beginning.” Spencer noted. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

[mishacakes]

how do you connect to your character? like how do get to know them so well? how do you pick out their likes, dislikes, habits and those itty bitty bits about them? I've been struggling to do that for sooo many of my ocs, and i'm also at a lost of how to design them. like i once had a clear idea of what kind of character they are, but i wanted to change them a bit, make them a little better, and i feel like I've lost that character and that character i'm working on doesn't exists, no matter how much i loved them and enjoyed writing an drawing them. this has happened with every single character i made and it just makes me think that i may not be cut out for drawing or writing characters. i look up to you so i thought of asking you for help

sry for the long rant idk wat im doing

HELLO HELLO THANK YOU FOR ASKING!! So basically I took this question and turned it into a 1.6k word essay on writing characters and how I like to do it, so, uh, hope you enjoy!! and hope it helps!

OK!! character writing. How do you do it? or, well, how do I do it. I’ve got a few methods that help me out the most and are the most fun for me to think about. Here’s my big secret, if it’s not fun I don’t do it. I’m not here to do homework I’m waaayyyy out of school. I’m a legal adult. I pay my taxes. I’m not gonna do something that doesn’t give my brain the good fun juice. Anyways. My methods are: symbols, archetypes, and character inspiration. I use all these to figure out the CORE of a character, their very beating heart, and most importantly, what haunts them. Everything about a character, in my opinion, comes from this core and their ghost. Their habits, their fears, their joys, their coping mechanisms. So long as you have a clear grasp on their heart, you won’t go astray. Let’s dive into it! The characters I’m going to be using to describe how I use these methods are Alice and others characters from my webcomic—namely Edith, Hatter, and Rougina—and Tomiko (you know her you love her, catgirl supreme).

Symbols! I love using symbols, they’re something that can describe a character through metaphor, even without going into detail about their whole backstory and habits. Tomiko’s symbols are lanterns (specifically light), cats, ghosts/yokai, shapeshifting, and gold. They all work to further her character as a rough around the edges monster cat with a heart of gold, who uses shapeshifting as a method (both literally and metaphorically) to mold herself into what others need her to be. Alice’s symbols are hearts, eyes, and flesh in general. Try picking one general symbol (the ocean, the forest, the city), and see how specific you can get from there. Or pick a god or goddess that resonates with your character and see what symbols are used for them. Rougina (the antagonist in my webcomic) is a war goddess fallen from grace, and is symbolized with land and volcanoes, so I’ve used volcanic plants to evoke her. Personally I also love going through the tarot for symbols, assigning a tarot card to characters (of the major arcana) is a fun exercise. Which leads us nicely into our next method:

Archetypes! The tarot deck’s Major Arcana is pretty much only archetypes. The Empress as the Mother. The Magician as the Wise Mentor. The Tower as The Worst Thing That Could Possibly Happen Oh Jesus Shit. These can help a lot with who your character is. I’m extremely storytelling oriented, so it helps me knowing What Role a character serves in the story they inhabit. Another thing I love in archetypes in the Zodiac. Yes, I am an astrology bitch. The whole reason I love talking about my methods is my Sag rising, I love giving my wisdoms. But astrology can be used for writing, and not just for excusing and not reflecting on shit behavior (can’t help being a gemini!). The zodiac is FILLED WITH ARCHETYPES!!! From elements to how they function! The four elements (you A:TLA bitches know this), and three modalities. If you’re interested please watch Eugene’s Rank King video, it’s very informative on the signs. Also many symbols! For example, Alice is a Taurus—May 4, Alice Liddell’s birthday—so she’s pretty stubborn while also loving creature comforts. Tomiko’s birthday is August 23, making her a Virgo, so she likes being precise in her work. More archetypes you can look for are DnD classes! I love using that to design costumes. One of Edith’s recent costumes is very wizard inspired, since that’s the class I see her having as she’s very studious and driven. Heck, all of Alice and the Nightmare is derived from the character archetypes of the Alice in Wonderland characters! Rougina is specifically the Red Queen, NOT the Queen of Hearts!! The confusion started with the 1951 Disney animated movie when the two characters were merged!! Lewis Carroll himself said the two were different! The Queen of Hearts is an “embodiment of ungovernable passion” and the Red Queen is “the concentrated essence of all governesses”!! GOD!!! Tim Burton meet me in the fucking pit you’ll pay for your alice crimes. anyways.

Archetypes help a lot in costumes too, figuring out what kind of fashion they���d like to wear. You can start broad and get more specific with it (like going from a wizard type character to a wizard character with steampunk themes). Fashion is just an extent of character. What are they comfy in? Are they confident in their body? What colors do they like? Bright high fashion or simple dark sweaters? Ryoko Kui is a master of character design I HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend checking out her work.

Another method I like using, specifically for Alice and the Nightmare characters, is what I call the “three trait method”. When I was in middle school we did a production of Alice in Wonderland (I was the White Knight), and too many girls auditioned for Alice. So the director’s solution was to split the character into three parts, and assigning each part to an actor. Her temper, her intelligence, and her innocence, all used in different scenes. Now I use that to think about my own Alice character, except with “polite, temper, and curious”. Edith’s keywords are “nervous, tactical, and intelligent”. Hatter’s are “kind, enthusiastic, and intuitive”. Using keywords can help figure out how they’d react in a situation, what side of them would shine the brightest. Hatter’s want to help everyone is his kindness, but overstepping his bounds can be attributed to his enthusiasm. Edith can know what path to take in a pinch, but her nervousness can freeze her in place. Reading the source material helps a lot with Alice characters too, which brings us to our final point:

Character inspiration!! The art of taking things you like and shoving them into your own characters and stories. DISCLAIMER THO!!! If you take things without really EXAMINING what about them you like, WHY you like them, and how you’d like to evoke that same love in the things you make, the interpretations can come off as shallow. (for more on this subject, watch HBomberguy’s RWBY video essay, specifically the section on “anime homework”)

Tomiko’s biggest inspirations are Izutsumi from Dungeon Meshi, April Ludgate from Parks and Rec, Power and Reze from Chainsawman, San from Princess Mononoke, and Mei from LMK. It’s a good cocktail of aloof, biting, vicious, weird, fierce, loving, and bright. Figuring out what I love about the characters and what I want to write in a character like that helps a lot in writing Tomiko. It’s also really fun in a sense for screenshot redraws and memes.

Music is also a HUUUUUUGE source of inspiration for me, I love making playlists. And even as playlists can change as characters grow and change, having a couple of core songs still helps me ground to that character’s center. For Tomiko it’s “Make Them Gold” by CHVRCHES, and “Nice Girl” by Ashnikko. Alice’s is “Headlock” by Imogen Heap and “Demons” by Hayley Kiyoko, Edith’s is “Warrior” by Kimbra, and Hatter’s is “Dementia” by Owl City.

Ok, we’ve gotten though symbols, archetypes, and made a couple of banger playlists. Next is something that can help write your character, the Big Lie. The thing that keeps them up at night. Their biggest fear, their ghost, what haunts them. What’s holding them back from their goals? What do they need to overcome? That can be as central to their theme as any symbolism. For Tomiko it’s the lie that her emotions don’t matter, only what she can do to be of service to her mother. Her arc is about overcoming her dismissing her own emotions and learning to not run away from the people who she truly cares for. Alice dismisses the literal ghost that is haunting her believing that that will let her have a normal life. Edith pushes down abilities that come naturally to her for fear that she’ll be exiled, not just from society, but the world. Rougina believes she must burden the world’s problems on her own shoulders with no one’s help. The outer character and the inner ghost can reflect, mirror, and inform each other.

Now, listen, sometimes characters are hard to get to know! Tomiko was lol. Quinn was for a looong time. And in times like this, I just, let them be. I listen to some music to get inspired, and let them tell me about themselves when they feel like it. And they will, it just take a little while. And a few dozen quick exploration drawings. But they come through. Also, try not to get bogged down with habits and little details of their character, keep their core in mind, what their heart is. Start broad and get specific. That way, if you feel like you’ve lost your way or the character feels different to you, recenter yourself at their heart and go from there. Or, if you find that their center no longer fits, don’t be afraid to change it! Characters are meant to be fun! First and foremost!! I make characters cause I like writing and storytelling, and drawing little comic for fun and me time. Sometimes characters stick around, sometimes they fall by the wayside. You really have to find what sparks joy, and chase your bliss!

So as long as you have your character’s essence in your hands, and you WANT to keep working on them and drawing them, there’s really no wrong way to go. This whole essay I’ve given is just a set of tools that works for ME, and I HIGHLY encourage you to find stuff that works for you! I really really hope that all this has made sense and isn’t just the ramblings of a madman. Good luck and happy charactering!!

[bigsexiest]

Strange Rain Sickness

Rain's sickness is sort of vaguely described as "drying out". Do with that what you will. Swiss could've probably had a bigger role in this but whatever. I've been feeling somehwat brain sick and I thought this would be cute to write out. For some reason I've been second-guessing the validity of my work despite this being a completely anonymous account. I'm overthinking. I just need some cute ghouls to make me feel better. Rainy is so pathetic and Swiss is so hero. I love them so much.

word count: 1420

synopsis: Rain starts feeling hella sick and Swiss is there to save the day

The second the water hit Rain’s skin, he felt much better.

The pack had been rehearsing in the abbey. Nothing intricate, just making sure everything looked and sounded good. Rain figured he must have head-banged too hard or stomped across the stage too fast. He was drying out. He skipped his regular morning shower, expecting to make it through the day fine. Rain knew he would fall over if he did not come into contact with water soon.

Luckily, Papa had just called for a break. A strange tingling sensation had started in the tips of Rain’s fingers and slithered up his arms. The same happened with his feet and legs. His head felt as though they weren’t connected to his body. Rain was running out of time.

Leaving the stage, Rain practically threw his bass at a sibling of sin and ran as fast as he could toward the ghoul den. He didn’t care about returning. He just needed to get to water.

He couldn’t feel his legs, but he made it just the same. Flipping the light switch would have taken him too long so he hopped into his bathtub in the darkness. It didn’t matter, he could see in the dark despite his quickly blurring vision.

Turning on the faucet brought immediate relief. He blacked out in the pleasure. The sensation was reminiscent of falling backward or drifting to sleep after a day of hard work. The longer Rain existed outside the pit, the better he has gotten at not drying out. If he’s lucky he can go days without needing to submerge himself. Not that that happens often.

Usually, Rain stays comfortable by using the water from his showers. Occasionally he’ll use the lake. Rain will start drying out if he doesn’t submerge himself in water often enough. It’s a water ghoul necessity. Drying out has its own array of problems. It starts with a dry feeling in a ghoul’s mouth and on its skin. Sometimes these symptoms can be overlooked. If they are, the ghoul will begin feeling nauseous, lightheaded, and weak. These symptoms are much easier to realize. Finally, if none of these symptoms are managed, a ghoul can pass out and eventually even die. 

Rain doesn’t understand why he missed the warning symptoms earlier. It hadn’t been that long since he’d showered. Rehearsing had never been an issue before, nor did he think he was doing anything more strenuous than anyone else. Taking all of this into consideration, he had no explanation.

The water had filled up the tub and Rain finally turned off the faucet. His body was submerged up to his neck. Lukewarm water flowed in and out of his gills. He found it easier to rehydrate if he used them.

Quiet droplets dripping from the faucet had just started to lull Rain to sleep when a frantic knocking could be heard coming from the door to his room. Rain sat up but made no move to get up and actually answer the door.

“Rainy, are you in there?” Swiss’s voice stood out. It was loud and emotive. Rain liked knowing what faces the multighoul was making based only on the sound of his voice. The door to the bathroom was open so Swiss could hear when Rain called for him to enter.

From the bathroom, Rain saw the confused look on Swiss’s face as he looked for where the water ghoul was. 

Rain called to him again. “I’m in here.” He was so tired.

His eyes were closed when Swiss crouched down beside the tub. “Little ghoul, you don’t look so hot.” 

Rain made a noncommittal ‘mmhm’ noise in return. The original bliss of the water had started to wear away. It wasn’t as urgent, but he was still in pain.

“How long have you felt like this, Rain?” It was clear Swiss was no longer teasing, his voice was serious and concerned. 

There was nothing Rain wanted to do less than explain how he felt. Just listening to Swiss was making things worse. He wished he could just fall asleep until he felt better. 

Rain must’ve passed out. He doesn’t remember anything other than the excruciating wave of exhaustion after Swiss’s questions. He knows he hasn’t moved from the bath, but Swiss isn’t in the room anymore. Rain even leans forward to try and see if he’s in the main room anywhere. 

Rain wonders to himself if Swiss had ever been there at all. What if he had been hallucinating? Rain realizes he has to find help. The water might be making things more bearable, but he was not feeling any better. Something was seriously wrong.

Despite the various red flags raised in his mind, Rain forces himself to grab the edges of the bathtub and push himself to his feet. The cold water dripping off his body gives him a chill and he shivers violently. He wraps his arms around himself but the sudden lightheaded feeling he gets gives him an immediate headache. Through the extreme pressure building in his head, he wonders how he’s supposed to find help. He can barely see through the pain.

His clothes are plastered to his body and his hair is in his eyes. He feels pathetic and he can clearly see in his mirror that he indeed looks like a drowned owl. Shuffling across the floor is slow but anything faster might put him in his grave. The shivering rattles Rain’s body deep within his chest. He can’t take deep breaths without risking a coughing fit. 

Just as he’s about to reach for his doorknob to leave the room, Swiss barges in. His eyes are wide and panicked. Rain doesn’t see much, he closes his eyes trying to avoid being knocked over by the big ghoul. 

He can faintly feel what must be Swiss’s hands on his upper arms holding him up and guiding him to the bed. Everything sounds and feels like it's miles away. It takes a conscious effort to open his eyes and be present. 

Rain’s vision is still blurry but as he’s laying back on his bed he’s sure he can see what looks like either Omega or Aether standing next to Swiss. They’re looking down at Rain, Swiss looks worried but what now appears to be both Omega and Aether are trying to ask Rain various questions that he can’t understand. 

Rain tries to convey his confusion, but it’s just a mumble. The quintessence ghouls look at each other, but Swiss doesn’t take his eyes away from the water ghoul. 

Rain isn’t sure about how he ended up in Omega’s arms, being carried through the halls. He wasn’t very familiar with the ghoul. Rain only knew it was Omega because his scent was so different from Aether’s. Aether’s warm cedar and honey scent had been a comfort for Rain for the many years they had known each other. Rain’s eyes were closed but he could still faintly smell both Swiss and Aether under Omega’s scent. 

At his soft whine, he felt his hand taken up and held in the warm hand of another ghoul. Upon opening an eye a sliver, he could see Swiss still looking at him with concern holding his hand. He was jogging to keep up with Omega’s quick pace. Feeling safe despite the pain, Rain closed his eye and allowed himself to drift off again.

Waking up in the infirmary was never fun, but at least Rain didn’t feel as bad as before. He was still exhausted but seeing Swiss curled in a small chair beside his bed holding his hand filled his heart with a unique warmth. Soft snores were the only noise in the room. Rain wanted to cry out with adoration for the multighoul, but opening his mouth would be too much work. Instead, he let out a discomforting whimper loud enough to wake Swiss and squeezed his hand. When Swiss opened his eyes and straightened in his chair to check on Rain, Rain used the last of his strength to pull Swiss’s arm towards the bed. He scooched to the edge of the bed so Swiss could fit. There was a second’s hesitation in the multighoul’s eyes, but then he climbed onto the bed and pulled Rain close. Quickly drifting off to sleep again, Rain began to softly purr in satisfaction at being comforted despite being so sick. Starting the slow recovery process from the strange sickness, Swiss decided then and there that he wouldn’t leave Rain’s side.

[imaginethezeldaverse]

Hello! I don't know if you write for the more obscure characters in Botw/Totk but I figured I'd ask just in case ☺️ Could you please write something about Tauro, Purah, Sidon and Zelda dating a Sheikah s/o who's chronically ill/disabled? It'd be great if you could make them specifically have weak bones and be really short too, and they're often upset how people keep babying them because they might fracture or break something. But if you want to keep it more open-ended that's fine too!

Thank you so so much, you're probably my favorite Zelda blog on Tumblr! Your writing and ideas are always like *chefs kiss* 😘! Have a good day and drink lots of water!

Whenever people tell me I'm their favorite anything it literally shocks me because there are SO many fantastic zelda fic blogs on here that I feel are vastly superior - but I thank you nonetheless! 🥰

I'll write for pretty much any character - I just keep romance and nsfw content for adults. So I'd be happy to!

Tauro, as well-mannered and good-natured he is, is amongst the mass where he needs to be reminded that while you are disabled, you aren't incapable of doing normal things. He tries his best to remember that, but his rambunctious and steadfast nature leads him to be righteous and helpful, even when it's not needed. Plus given his height, he always just assumes that people tend to need help to reach things in tall places if he's ever around. He does try his best to be sensitive to your needs and wants, however, tapping his hand to his chest when he catches himself doing too much. Instead, he makes an effort to remind himself to wait for you to ask him should you need anything. Very affectionate, otherwise - he enjoys making you smile and wrapping his big ol' bear arms around you (albeit, he's careful not to actually squeeze you too hard because he does NOT know his own strength) and is very attentive on the days that you specifically don't feel well and your body leaves you in a weaker state than normal.

Purah, being the research fanatic and accomplished scientist that she is, is already aware and well read on your illness. That, however, has never stopped her from being absolutely smitten with you. Where she is boisterous and outlandish, there is a careful resilience to you that she keeps close to her heart. She sees your frustration often with the townsfolk who treat you with unnecessary delicacy, and while she understands the "good-intent", she feels as you do: chronic illness should not beget differential treatment. When you express your frustrations, she's an open ear always. Purah is never one to explain why the people of your community act this way that leans in their favor, but rather why their attitudes should not portray you under a fragile light when you are anything but. She empathizes with you greatly, knowing exactly what it's like for your own people to treat you like you're something you're not (her experiences with de-aging left quite the mark), but she assures you that you've always got her on your side.

“I’ve never much like everyone else…and neither have you,” Purah muses, tapping her recorder in her hand. She lifts her glasses, her crimson eyes blazing in your direction with admiration and sincerity, “I guess that makes us a cut above the rest, now doesn’t it?”

Sidon is about as bubbly with you as you can imagine. That sharp smile completely alight when you're with him. His height difference compared to yours doesn't bother him considering he towers greatly over just about everyone he meets, so as long as you don’t care (which he secretly hopes you don’t!) then all is well. When he learns about your chronic illness, he’s at first admittedly worried, but he sees how much you value your independence and doesn’t push you to do less than anything you’re up for. Sidon, having learned his healing capabilities from Mipha, will actually offer to “bathe” with you whenever you’re not feeling especially strong, letting the softness of his magically imbued water immerse your body and take any pain or pressure off of your form for a while and bring you some ease. You don’t take him up on it often, half because you don’t feel it’s always necessary, and half because you don’t want to impose - though of course Sidon would refute you ever being an imposition upon him. He chooses his words very carefully, making sure to give you the impression that he’s willing to do whatever you need should you need something from him, but without overstepping and making you feel incapable.

“You’ll never be without, my darling,” Sidon whispers, taking your hand, those slit-pupiled eyes softening as he brushes back a lock of your silver-white hair, “But I will never claim to know you better than yourself.”

Zelda has always been a ball of curiosity, that’s one of the things you love about her. She has an awfully curious mind, so when you explain to her about your chronic illness for the first time, she of course asks you a lot of questions. You laugh thinking about back then, how she felt terrible for borderline prying into your life though she wanted to know everything about you at that time. You remember assuring her that it was fine, and it made you incredibly grateful that Impa had introduced you before she stepped down - it allowed you two to get close. The times that you’ve gone to town together, Zelda takes notice of how people tend to treat you akin to porcelain: delicate, fragile, some even giving off the impression that you’re a lost cause because of your Sheikah heritage. Combined with your stature (with Zelda herself being on the shorter side of an average Hylian’s height), it’s enough to infuriate you both. You two tend to bounce off of one another: shes sticks up for you when you feel like someone’s unnecessarily babying you, and you put your two cents in whenever someone is overly cautious and hovering due to her status, even after proving herself beyond capable. Ultimately she too understands your plight of people looking at you differently because of who are you or what they know about you. She recants the days when her father treated her as helpless and small, hyper focused on keeping her in line rather than letting her be her own person. She takes your hand, intertwining fingers with yours and lending you a genuine smile.

“But we are not weak. We are not frail or easily broken. I am not defined entirely by my title,” Zelda kisses the top of your hand before gently covering it with her other in an endearing move, “And you are not defined by your illness.”

[jkfanfr]

Sarawat and Tine FF- 2gether The Series (BL)

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UGH! I love these two so much!!!!!!!! I don’t care what anyone says, but their chemistry is definitely one of a kind compared to many. Definitely in my top 3 couples. They won my heart when i watched the series and were just the cutest. So i’ve decided to make a FF about them because i’m just obsessed, no literally, i’ve rewatched the series like 3 times already

Disclaimer: I mean no disrespect to actual actors, this is pure fantasy for the series characters 🤍

SWEET FLUFF

AND SMUT W AFTERCARE ;)

Have fun reading, and enjoy my lovelies <33

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Sarawat- “So when are you coming back from work?”

Sarawat turned around, looking towards Tine with a gentle smile widening on his lips. He curved his palms around Tine’s waist, digging his nose into the crevice of his neck.

Tine- “Get off of me you idiot”

Tine shoved himself off of Sarawat, which of course made him a little disheartened as his smile slouched.

It’s what happens when you delete Tine’s lawful files off of his laptop. He works as an attorney, and keeps his clients information on his laptop. And not surprisingly, with how bad Sarawat is at using technology, he accidentally deleted them when looking for his own files.

Sarawat is a solo artist, working as a musician day in and day out. He was in a group called Ctrl+S a while back, but after a couple of years being together, they disbanded due to them wanting to focus on their own careers and personal lives. They are all still very close as friends even with how busy they are.

With Sarawat and Tine having busy busy jobs, they still own a home together, still cute together, still sleep together, still go on dates together. All in all, they’re still 2gether, since Sarawat first laid his bambi eyes on his chic little bunny, Tine.

And they plan to keep it that way for the rest of their lives, ever since Sarawat found him again after bumping into him at a Scrubb concert. The endless thoughts in his mind of maybe never being able to see the one he admired ever again almost horrified him. But that day wouldn’t of come anyways.

The love he felt in his heart when he found Tine again, oh Sarawat couldn’t help but fall all over him just the same as Tine did for him.

Sarawat- “Oh Tine baby..I said i was sorry about the files..”

Tine- “You’re sorry, but i’ll never be able to get them back. I’m gonna have to re-write all of that all over again y’know?”

Sarawat- “I know..and i feel really bad about it, you know i do..”

Sarawat tugged onto Tine, even if he shoved him off a million times, he’d never let his baby go. Tine looked at him with his dark circles on the prowl after the sleepless nights he’s been having to work with.

Tine- “I’m heading to work, i’ll be back by 9pm”

Tine grabbed his satchel bag, one which carried the paper files which surprisingly didn’t get deleted. He latched onto his keys, which was hung on a rusty key ring. The mirror was the last thing Tine met as he adjusted his hair in the reflection of it so he doesn’t look like a complete mess.

Sarawat shifted towards Tine, as his heart was palpitating against his chest under his old t-shirt which was bound to be years old by now,

Sarawat- “No kiss goodbye baby?”

Tine- “Do you deserve one?”

Sarawat instantly looked down at his feet as he kicked at the carpet on the floor a little. He then looked up with a little pout on his lips

Tine couldn’t help but give into his cuddly boyfriend, as he looked like a sad little dog who wanted some love

Tine- “I’m only joking, you know i’d never deny a kiss from you, come here Wat”

Sarawat’s smile sprouted up again as he quickly went over to Tine. He put his fingers on his soft cheeks before giving him a delicate kiss on his lips. No matter how tired Tine was, he could never decline Sarawat’s sweet kisses.

Tine- “I forgive you alright? I know it was an accident, but please be careful next time okay?”

Sarawat- “Mhm, i will be as careful as possible. Thank you baby..~~”

Tine forgave Sarawat still, even if he would have to go through another sleepless night. He couldn’t go through the day with thinking about how he didn’t forgive him. Tine cared for him deeply especially when it comes to his feelings.

Sarawat let Tine go after a little while before they both said their goodbyes with Tine shutting the door behind him. And with that, Sarawat was all alone. With no work, no Tine, no nothing. Just a boring Wednesday. He figured he’d spend today writing a song for Tine, as his guitar glistened in the corner of his eye. He’s been singing Scrubb songs for years now, and maybe he could finally write his own for his darling boy.

This would also be good for Tine, as he’s been so stressed lately with his job. This could be a good way to break through that hardheadedness since he’s been so reckless with his well-being lately.

Sarawat decided to take that chance and picked up his guitar, his notebook and went on to their balcony. That’s where his brain was the most efficient. In a relaxed breeze over the city, as he sat in his chair, pondering through all of his best love lines for Tine.

Later that day

Tine shoved himself through the front door, shutting it behind him before dropping his bag on the floor. He sighed deeply before leaning against the door. His eyes filled with tears before he broke down on the floor. Tine brought his knees to his head as he sat on the floor, unable to keep himself from sobbing quietly. He didn’t even know why he was crying, it was all such a trouble to his mind as he thought of how weak he was.

Sarawat was sat on his chair, studying his lyrics as he heard the front door open and close. It must be Tine, his baby. He left his chair, as he walked out of their bedroom to see him.

Sarawat- “Hey my love, how was work-..”

Sarawat’s words soon stopped as he realised Tine was on the floor, swept up in his tears. He ducked down immediately, wanting to know why he was crying so hard.

Sarawat- “Oh baby..why are you crying?”

Tine sniffled hard as he looked up at Sarawat with his twinkling eyes filled with salty tears. He still looked so angelic, even in such a state.

Tine- “Wat..”

That’s the only thing Tine said before rushing into Sarawat’s hefty arms, forcing his warm body into a deep hug. Of course, Sarawat gave into that heartbreaking hug Tine was wanting so badly. He could tell Tine was feeling so messy and out of place.

Sarawat- “Shh..baby, relax okay? I’m here, i’m here for you Tine”

Tine- “W-Wat..”

Tine’s voice was so quiet, as he was stuttering, struggling to talk properly. He was really emotional right now, and Sarawat could only feel so sympathetic, wanting to help his love with anything

Tine- “It’s so stressful..it’s so hard..i can’t do anything.”

Sarawat’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, as he looked at Tine’s glistening face which was filled with watery tears. This wasn’t like Tine, he loved his job so much

Sarawat- “What makes you say that honey?”

Tine- “I just k-keep on messing up with files and my boss complained at me so much today. I-It was always little concerns but this time was so serious. H-He said my clients don’t deserve me as an attorney. I feel so stupid a-and idiotic and and-”

Sarawat- “Tine”

Tine was interrupted with Sarawat’s voice, as he looked at his serious sort of expression. Tine bucked down, a bit worried of his sudden attitude.

Sarawat- “Do you really think you’re not a good attorney?”

Tine- “N-No..i don’t think i am”

Sarawat- “And you believe that because your boss said it?”

Tine- “Well yeah, b-because he’s my boss and he has to be honest with his employees”

Sarawat- “Do you love your job?”

Tine- “Yeah..i love being a lawyer..”

Sarawat- “So if you love being a lawyer, why do you care if your boss believes you’re not cut out to be one?”

Tine- “B-Because-”

Sarawat- “Because you don’t believe in yourself.”

Tine looked at Sarawat with a softer expression, his lips quivering at his words. Sarawat’s heart shook harder in his chest as he stared at Tine’s pink and puffy cheeks, his saddened expression.

Sarawat- “Tine baby, you’re amazing at your job. No matter how many mistakes you make, you always find a way around them. It makes me admire you even more as a person and as your boyfriend. Your boss doesn’t realise who he’s treating wrong alright? If you love being an attorney, then you need to focus on your passion than other people’s negative opinions of you.”

Tine’s eyes filled with more tears, as Sarawat’s words tugged onto his heartstrings. Sarawat's smile formed on his soft lips, unable to not smile at his sweet Tine. Hearing words like this made Tine feel more relieved, relieved he has someone on his side. Instead of against him

Tine- “Y-You really think so Wat..?”

Sarawat- “I don’t think so, i know so”

Tine couldn’t help but smile a little, looking like a cute little bunny as his arms wrapped around Sarawat again. He sniffled his sadness away, his love for Sarawat only blooming more and more. He doesn’t even know what he’d do without his beautiful man beside him.

Sarawat- “I love you baby, so so much alright? And i don’t want you to think anything otherwise”

Tine- “Mmh..okay Wat..i-i love you too, really i do”

Sarawat- “I know my love, i know you do..”

Tine- “Im so glad i have you Wat, even when i’m so overworked and tired..there’s not a day that i don’t want you”

Sarawat- “Really?”

Tine- “Of course..”

Sarawat- “So..can i have you right now?”

Tine’s eyes widened in slight shock, as Sarawat had a playful smile on his lips. He knew exactly what he meant. His sly and dirty intentions were obvious. So, he quickly hit Sarawat’s shoulder, a sort of punishment for his words

Tine- “Ai! Wat?!”

Sarawat- “Im joking, i’m joking honey, don’t hurt me..!”

Sarawat’s smirk soon went into a pout, his mischievous expression changed into something more worried. Worried about where Tine would hit him next.

Sarawat- “But if i’m serious with you, no matter how you look or feel, i’ll always love you just the way you are Tine.”

He placed a small kiss on Tine’s temple, as he inhaled his aroma of pure sweet vanilla.

Sarawat- “And to show you how amazing you are, i wrote you a song”

Tine’s eyes widened slightly as he looked at Sarawat. He was slightly shocked he wrote a song for him. Spending all of his time to write a full blown song? Tine couldn’t even comprehend the fact Sarawat would even go all those lengths for him. He felt so appreciated.

Tine- “You wrote a song..? For me?”

Sarawat nodded; a small chuckle escaping his lips as he left a little tickle at Tine’s jaw

Sarawat- “Of course baby, why wouldn’t i? Come, jump on my lap” Tine’s smile sprouted even more, like a daffodil blooming in late spring time. He planted himself into Sarawat’s legs, as he brought a guitar and placed it in front of Tine. Tine’s eyes were glued onto Sarawat’s long fingers tuning the guitar as he couldn’t help but admire his beautiful man.

Sarawat- “You ready honey?”

Tine- “Yeah, of course i am~~”

Tine giggled cutely, as Sarawat cleared his throat. He was a little nervous, but started his pretty lyrics anyways.

(Best Part; Daniel Ceaser, H.E.R)

(Now it’s not Sarawat’s original of course, but just imagine that gorgeous voice in this song 😩)

You don't know, babe When you hold me And kiss me slowly It's the sweetest thing..

Tine’s ears were in another world as he heard Sarawat’s beautiful voice. His heart went rampant, as he couldn’t contain his own small gasp.

And it don't change If I had it my way You would know that you are..

Sarawat’s eyes closed every now and again as he focused on his tone and rhythm of his fingers slowly strumming the guitar. But he couldn’t help himself and stare at Tine’s glittery eyes.

You're the coffee that I need in the morning You're my sunshine in the rain when it's pouring Won't you give yourself to me Give it all, oh..~

I just wanna see.. I just wanna see how beautiful you are You know that I see it I know you're a star Where you go I follow No matter how far If life is a movie Oh you're the best part, oh oh oh..

Tine swore he had tears forming in his eyes, as he couldn’t see Sarawat clearly. The love and passion in his voice, oh he couldn’t help himself

It's the sunrise And those brown eyes, You're the one that I desire When we wake up And then we make love It makes me feel so nice..—

Tine was unable to hold himself back as he shoved his lips straight onto Sarawat’s already parted lips. His eyes widened at Tine’s bold move, as his singing was cut off by his plump and sweet lips attached to his.

Sarawat- “Mmh..babe..what are you doing?”

He asked with a small chuckle, as Tine continued to kiss Sarawat with all of his lips stuck onto his like glue. Tine couldn’t part himself from him anymore

Tine- “Wat, babe, that was so beautiful, your voice, the way you play the guitar, just everything..it just makes me so attracted to you and i can’t help but kiss you right now. I’m sorry i cut you off in between but i couldn’t hold back..You deserve the most loving kiss i can offer..”

Sarawat felt his heart race against his chest, which was tight in his shirt as he watched Tine’s eyes fill with tears. He couldn’t bare to see that as he quickly wiped them away for him. Tine’s words had him on a slight chokehold as he let out a small giggle. His lips curved into his signature smirk.

Sarawat- “Oh Tine..you’re so sweet to me. You give me too much for my heart to handle..”

Tine grabbed the guitar, placing in on the ground beside them both. Confused Sarawat watched his boy get more comfortable on his lap, as his arms were wrapped around his neck.

He soon found it relaxing as the both of them stayed in that same position, feeling each other’s warm bodies pressed against one another.

Sarawat- “I love you baby”

Tine smiled quickly, placing a kiss on his temple

Tine- “Ai love you too Wat”

Sarawat took Tine’s cheeks into his hands, pulling him closer into another one of his signature kisses. They always had Tine hung onto him. The love they both had for each other whirled it’s way through their tongues meeting quickly since the passion rose so incredibly.

Tine moaned breathlessly, it being so melodic in Sarawat’s ears, as his ears felt like they were in heaven. Sarawat brought his arms around Tine’s waist, carrying him towards their bedroom with their lips connected.

Tine already knew where this was going once he was plopped onto the bed, as Sarawat pressed butterfly kisses around his jugular vein. That was a sensitive spot of Tine’s as he shifted a bit on the blankets

Tine- “Wat..baby..please”

Sarawat- “Let me show you how much i love your body..”

Sarawat held Tine’s hands above his head as his lips continued to drag his mouth around his neck. Little love marks were placed around, as Sarawat sucked into his skin. He knew his Tine loved those hickeys around his body.

Sarawat swiftly then undressed Tine, his eyes admiring everything about him. His defined collarbone, those squishable pecs he loves touching, his fresh abs as sweat drips down his tan skin. Those gorgeously long legs of his, curves which fit his fingers perfectly. Everything about him was so perfect

Sarawat- “Oh you’re stunning baby..”

Tine blushed profusely, smiling gently as his boyfriend’s sweet words. Sarawat dipped his head straight on his nipple, tasting the latter on his tongue. His other hand softly squished the other pec, feeling it up how he liked to. Sarawat let his teeth softly sink into his skin, leaving a small love mark before givin the exact same treatment to the left pec.

Tine was groaning through his already parted lips, unable to control my lungs from letting them out. He always secretly loved Sarawat’s touch on his body.

Tine- “Please love..i want it..”

Considering they haven’t made love in a while, Tine was really expecting it. And Sarawat was ready to give it as he stripped himself down. Tine caressed his body lightly, loving the look of his musician.

Tine- “You’re so hot Wat..”

Sarawat let out a small grin and grabbed the Tine by his ass. He squeezed it roughly, pulling them both into a sloppy but meaningful kiss. Tine was in ecstasy already.

Sarawat- “Lay on your stomach then baby..and perk that ass up for me”

Tine giggled cutely before rolling onto his stomach on the mattress. His ass was lifted up a little as Sarawat brought it right to his crotch. Tine was immediately met with his hard and erect length pressing against it, as he let out a groan.

Sarawat- “You feel that? How bad it wants your perfect body?”

Tine’s eyes shut as he nodded slightly, he wanted Sarawat-expo more than ever right now..

Tine- “Oh fuck-please..i beg..i want it..”

Sarawat loved dirty talk, and hearing Tine’s responses made it all the more better. Just hearing how much Tine needs him, not even only in a sexual matter..it’s always so freeing.

Sarawat- “Let me make you a little wet first..”

Tine whimpered lightly at that response, but instantly moaned as he felt Sarawat’s tongue leave a trail of saliva across his ass. He felt his own erection wanting to spill out so badly, he was desperate. He was gonna get wet alright Sarawat let his mouth swerve around, loving how Tine was losing his composure right now

Tine- “No-No more foreplay please Wat..i just want it..”

Sarawat chuckled lightly, ruffling Tine’s hair lightly before shoving his length into his ass. That made Tine half-scream as it was impact he didn’t expect to feel so quick. His boyfriends erection covered with cold lubricant.

He began pounding into his Tine, letting his groans escape from his mouth as the heat was rushing all throughout his body and the room. It was as if nothing could be more pleasuring. And perhaps not too.

Tine- “Oh..oh..mmh..Wat~..please..right there right there for me..”

Sarawat- “Right here baby?”

His tone was deep and lustrous, making Tine growl slightly as his prostate was being satisfied to a whole new level. It was something he’s been craving and his boyfriend was finally giving it too him.

All the stress from his work was being freed by Sarawat, as he let him know how much he enjoyed it.

Tine- “So so good..you’re so good..”

Sarawat continued to thrust into Tine, until he felt a coil up in his stomach, signalling that his climax was approaching

Sarawat- “So hot..and tight..just how you’ve always been. God you’re so sexy..”

Tine loved Sarawat’s praises as his moans exceeded in volume, as he felt his boyfriend’s hands touch up his own erection. That urged him more as his body let out its climax.

Tine groaned breathlessly once more, as he came over the bed, unable to contain himself. Meanwhile, Sarawat was getting round to his finale. Tine- “Babe..it hurts..”

Sarawat- “Hold on baby..i’m nearly there..”

Sarawat continued to pound into Tine, making sure he wasn’t too overstimulated before his let his warmth simmer into Tine. He hummed breathlessly as Sarawat did so before he flopped onto the bed.

Their chests were a bit red as they were breathing fiercely. Sarawat curved into Tine, spooning him from behind. Tine, of course, snuggled into his boyfriend’s warmth.

Sarawat- “Let’s go take a shower my baby”

Tine- “I’m tired..”

Sarawat- “Do you want me to wash you with a towel instead then?”

Tine- “If you don’t mind..”

Sarawat smiled gently, getting out of the bed and putting his boxers on. His feet stepped into the bathroom and came back into the bedroom with a bowl of water in his hand.

He dipped the towel into the water, rubbing it over Tine’s sweaty body. Aftercare was something that Tine took to heart, and it was a very loving gesture from his boyfriend.

Once Sarawat was done washing his Tine off, he settled that stuff all aside before climbing back into bed. Yes he was still sweaty, but at least Tine was all cool and comforted. That’s what mattered to him, his bunny, Tine.

Sarawat- “C’mere baby, let’s sleep okay?”

Tine cuddled into Sarawat’s arms, as he leant onto his chest. His heartbeat was always a healing noise to him, his favourite to sleep too.

Tine- “Thank you Wat..for making me feel better.. for the song..all of this love making..”

Sarawat- “Mmh, don’t you worry my darling, i wanted to do all of that for you..”

Sarawat smiled, his eyes glowing at Tine’s, how dilated his pupils were. He was adorable.

Tine- “I love you baby”

He left a small kiss on Sarawat’s lips before his smile widened. Sarawat- “I love you too my sweet Tine”

Tine- “I love you more my big Wat”

Sarawat- “Yeah, i am pretty big huh?”

His smile curved into a smirk as Tine playfully hit his shoulder out of slight shock

Tine- “No! That’s not what i said”

Sarawat- “So i’m not big? You want more proof?”

Tine- “Saraleo! Fuck off”

He rolled over so his back was facing Sarawat, as Sarawat laughed a bit more loudly at Tine’s reactions.

Sarawat- “Okay okay baby, i was joking, come back to me”

Sarawat shifted back to Tine, rubbing his sides gently as they both snuggled into one another again.

Tine- “Good night sweetheart”

Sarawat- “Sweet dreams angel”

Sarawat left a kiss at his temple before their eyes closed and they fell into dreamland with their hearts intertwined.

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I hope you all enjoyed that fanficccc, i apologise for not being active in a while, but it’ll do my best to put out some more work!!

Thank you all for the great amount of support and please do request any suggestions if you want to. You guys know i can do Thai BL couples, or even some anime characters if you please.

See you all later my lovelies <888

-reii

[docholligay]

this was all @thoughtfulfuri's dream i just basically wrote it down. It's not great, but it's somethin, and I'm happy with that!

I don’t like to lie to you. 

It’s not who I am, even to people I don’t like, and you’re one of the people I like very much. I never cultivated a real gift for it, though, like me and most things, I can manage, in a pinch. This is a pinch, if there ever was one. 

“It’ll be fine. ‘Ow long ‘ave you know me? I can survive anything, it’s just that you need to ‘urry, right? Right, that’s all. I’ll be waiting.” 

See, the problem is, you’re a bit of an idealist, when it comes to the subject of me. I suppose I don’t blame you, since mostly it works out. I can survive anything, because I’ve survived everything. So far. I’ve been ripped through time twice, shot, all sorts of things that were meant to kill me, and just didn’t. I lived, anyhow. I do. 

Maybe I still will. Maybe I’m not lying. I don’t want to be lying, I don’t want to die, but I am fully capable of assembling evidence and coming up with a decent idea of the situation. Things have looked bad for me before, but Win, that’s the thing about flipping a coin. Coming up heads doesn’t make heads or tails more likely. It’s just..chance. 

“I can’t leave you, Lena.” 

“Well, you can’t take me neither. They ‘ave me CA. Couldn’t if we wanted to, love, so you just take the escape, and, and then you’ll come back.” 

I didn’t lie, then. I couldn’t leave if I wanted to. This cage is trapping me here, and keeping me alive. What’s that saying, between the devil and deep blue sea? Well, I’ve been to the bottom of the sea more than once, and it’s cold and it’s lonely and I spent the whole time wishing I’d died instead, so I might as well try the devil. 

She will kill me, though. I’m done for. I’ll be lucky if all she does is kill me. Now that you’re gone she’ll be able to convince them it’s all can be done with me. That the risk is too high to keep me alive. She will get permission to dismantle me brick by brick, and I’m trying not to imagine what that’s going to feel like. I can’t imagine it, because I need you to go, and for you to go, I need you to think I’m not afraid. 

“I can wait, I can work into the--”

“No! You can’t, Winston! This is the only chance either of us ‘ave! Please! You will just doom us both.” 

I’m annoyed with you, right? I’m not afraid, just annoyed, because you’ll come back. And you will. I know you will, I’ve never doubted you, same as I knew you’d be looking when Doomfist sent me spiraling. It’s just I’ll be gone by then. The gravestone at East London has been carved for years, but I’ve never laid in it. So that’ll be a new experience. It’ll save you all the trouble of deciding what to do. 

“Are you sure?”

You sounded so strained. The plastic at the wall of my cage is cheap and foggy, and I can just barely see your eyes. You’ve always taken care of me. I hope I’ve done the same. I put my hand up on the plastic of the wall, and gave a big grin. 

“I’ve never been more certain of anything in all me life, Win. Go. Come back, quick as you can. I’m waiting and the food ‘ere is rubbish.” 

“Okay. okay.” 

It was almost a whisper. I looked up at the clock, at the time drawing in when the rescue crew would be in position, and Winston would be safe. I could know I’d done that at least, as well as sit and plan the thousand annoying and nasty things I would say while I was being tortured to death. I hope I die before she comes up with a single good comeback. I hope she gets angry thinking about it in her shower the next day. I hope someone is sitting in the corner writing them down so I can have a big article, maybe even a pamphlet, titled, ‘Lena Oxton Died Very Brave and Also Funny, One Liners on Page Eleven, Nation Mourns Star Pilot’s Sick Burns.’ 

“Win. It’s time.” 

“I love you, Lena. I’m so sorry.” 

I wanted to tell you so many things right then. I wanted to tell you I loved you, and to take care of Em. Let her take care of you. I wanted to tell you to watch after Fareeha, who will take this personally whatever she says, and how all that rage she just tamps down inside her is going to pop, and without me there, I’m afraid no one will be able to help her. To let everyone have fun at Christmas. I don’t want a ruined Christmas, never on my account. Tell the little ones I love them. It was a good life, tell everyone, even if I wanted a bit more time. I always want more, don’t I? Tell Florrie I wasn’t afraid, she’ll worry I was. I hope she hadn’t started on my jumper. 

Tell Emily to find someone else. I’ll be offended if she doesn’t, tell her that, I wanted to say. 

But I couldn’t say any of that. Because then, you wouldn’t leave. I couldn’t say goodbye, because you couldn’t say it. 

“You can thank me by ‘aving some takeaway ready. I could murder an Indian right now.” 

You smiled, a little and I’ll take that as victory. Then you did what I bloody well told you to and scuttled back to where the rescue crew was going to enter. There was a lot of noise, and fire, but the swearing I heard over the crackle of the radio tells me that you made it. I know that you’re safe. A guard has come to make sure I’m still here. I can hear voices in the hallway, and I hear ‘Tracer,’ and the unlocking of the laboratory next door tells me what’s coming next. 

I don’t regret it. My only other choice was to let you die with me, and I would never do that to you. What a payment that would be, for everything you’ve done. I’m not built that way, and so I apologize for the lie. I knew they would never get here in time. I hope Ang lies too, I hope she tells you they killed me quickly. I’ve seen her do it before. Lies can be the greatest kindness some of us ever know. 

I’ll tell you a truth here, though, in my head, where you won’t hear it. 

I am a little afraid.

[adventuringblind]

OH. MY. GOD.

i just came here from the third ‘look at me? look at you!’ part because OH MY SKKSNNSNKA

like, i’ve been following u for a bit now cause i just have always loved the stuff uve written, an then u posted the first part i was somehow immediately SO invested, but now u just keep dropping bangers? like?? leave some talent for the rest of us pls?? i just cannot even put into words how much i love this series, like i am going to explode with excitement if i think about this fic too hard cause it’s just fucking PERFECT. the premise? amazing. the characterizations? godly. the writing? otherworldly. (and as someone who has adhd i just want to thank u for writing lando like this, i kinda went ‘🤨neurodivergent?’ at him in the first two parts AND THE ENTITY (ye that’s u) HAS CONFIRMED!! LANDO ADHD CANNON! YIPEE!!). i don’t even have a point to make, i just had to come here and yell at about how amazing this series is, i literally started happy stimming when i got the ao3 email for this part ITS JUST SO MANSJSJJAJAJ

bites u bites u bites u bites u bit-

(I'm not crying it's seasonal allergies I swear it)

Can 'THEN ENTITY' be my new legal name now please? That's fucking great. I've been sitting here cackling for a while now because I love it.

I realized I didn't tag that in the first two part that Lando is ADHD and we'll get into that more later because he legit doesn't know it yet. Oscar knows it, everyone else knows it, but Lando's family is a little weird in this one so he himself doesn't know it yet.

How is he going to figure this out? we don't know yet. By we I mean me. In my head Oscar already knows it and assumes Lando does also so idk maybe he'll mention it or something is passing and Lando just kinda 'wat do you meannnn??'

(bites u back)

[tricks-tickles]

Prom Dress

read my random hcs here! (i promise it will make more sense lol)

my own prom was two weeks ago and so i was inspired to write this and i s2g when i started this i did not ship bunny but these mfs grew on me like a fungus

if you have any ideas for any drabbles send me an ask!

word count: 1614

pairing: Lee!Butters/Ler!Kenny

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Butters really liked Kenny. They’d been friends since they were little but had become especially closer in their teens, with Kenny opening up about being transgender and Butters confiding in her about his less-than-stellar parents. On top of that, Kenny was the kindest person Butters knew, and she always supported him. She was funny, easy to get along with, and made Butters feel important, like he mattered. Honestly, he liked her a little more than as a friend but was too shy to say anything.

So, he really liked her and liked hanging out with her and spending time with her…

But.

Senior prom was coming up and everybody had been talking about it for weeks, even the least interested people had been drawn into the endless conversation. (Craig’s contributions to the discussion had been limited to “No.” and “I don’t know.” but at least he’d said something.) 

Everyone had their own drama regarding the prom. It would be the first prom where Stan wouldn’t be going with Wendy, as the two had broken up for ‘the last time’ two months prior. Kyle was attending with a date (for once), a boy from North Park who he’d met through basketball. Cartman also had someone to bring, his long-distance girlfriend who was traveling to South Park from Canada (mainly to prove she existed). For Kenny, this was her first prom where she would be openly going as a girl, with Butters as her platonic date. This was a big deal, obviously, and with prom just a week away she was in full panic over what she was going to wear. Her panic had started on Wednesday morning-

“Oh, shit.”

“Huh?”

“Shiiit.”

“Oh, what’s wrong, Ken?”

“I just realized- I’ll need a fucking dress.”

“What for?”

“Prom!”

-And now on Friday she was still stressing out. She had scrounged up enough money to buy a dress from their local Goodwill. Now, she had narrowed it down to two options. A burnt orange gown with a bardot neckline, or a tight black bodycon with a long slit up the thigh. She had the body to fill them out, with a combination of exercise, padding, (estrogen that she’d bought online,) and luck she had a petite, feminine frame. Now she just had to choose which dress to wear.

“I just don’t know,” She was saying, swiping back and forth between the pictures on her phone, “The black dress is cool, but is it too edgy? And I dunno what accessories I would wear with it.” She shoved her phone in her pocket and started rummaging in her closet, “I like the orange one, but it could be too much… although these shoes would go perfectly…” 

Kenny had been going on like this for nearly an hour now, and while Butters had tried his absolute best to stay engaged, from going to the store with her earlier to now helping her make the final decision, his attention was drifting. His phone buzzed and he glanced down at it.

eric✨: im board wanna play cod

butters: i can’t! im helping kenny pick her prom dress :(

eric✨: jfc is she still going on abt that

eric✨: she rlly is a girl

butters: of course she is! she’s the nicest, prettiest girl in the world <3

eric✨: dude

eric✨: gay

butters: shhh •////•

eric✨: wanna play l8r

butters: okay!! :D

“Hey! Did I lose ya?” Kenny said, suddenly appearing in front of him.

“Ah! Sorry Ken, got a lil’ distracted, hehe.” He said, throwing his phone to the side and smiling up at her innocently.

Kenny squinted at him for a minute and Butters squirmed under her stare. She was extremely pretty. Long blonde hair plaited into twin braids, smooth tan skin, and bright blue eyes, as bright as Butter’s glass one. She was dressed casually, with her oversized orange hoodie and black sweatpants, and was watching Butters with a mischievous smile.

“It’s okay,” She said, “Maybe I need to take a break and come back to it. And, I think I know something that'll catch your interest.”

Butters sat up straighter, excited. “And what would that be?”

She grinned at his eagerness and lifted her hands to show him her nails. Kenny had bought false nails at the drugstore and was planning on wearing them before prom so she could get used to the feeling. They were long and black, except for the ring fingers, which were orange

Butters gasped, “They’re so pretty! And they’ll match whatever dress you choose.” 

“I know right, I’m so fuckin’ smart.” She trailed off, “Do you know what else they're good for?”

Butters hummed, thinking. “Peelin’ off stickers? Untyin’ knots? Oh! Makin’ clicky sounds when you tap on your phone!”

“Noho,” She giggled, “This.”

She put her hand on Butters’s chest and gently pushed him back on the bed, then straddled his legs. He felt his face get hot at their proximity and also began to squirm in anticipation. Butters liked many things about hanging out with Kenny, and this was one of his favorites. 

She gave him that Cheshire grin, then pushed up his Hello Kitty t-shirt and gently traced one nail down his chest, towards his belly button.

“Wait! Kehehehen!” He giggled, wiggling in place.

“Whaaat?” She teased, dragging the tips of her nails down his sides and scratching them in small circles.

“Ahahaw jehehehehez,” He squeaked, “Thahahat’s reheheahahally tihihickly!”

“You’re so fucking ticklish. It’s adorable.” Kenny teased. She rested her nails on the sides of his ribs, then quickly swiped down to his hips and back up again.

“Kehehennyhy! Pleheheahasehe, ihihit tihihicklehes sohohoho bahahahad!” He giggled, bunching his hands in his shirt and wiggling in place. His faux complaints were part of the game, to spare him some embarrassment.

“You say that, but you aren’t moving, or pushing me away, or saying stop, or-“

“Hehehe! Yohohohuhuhu knohohow why!” It didn’t really work.

She hummed, lightly pinching Butter’s ribs, “Do I? Maybe I forgot.” 

“Kehehen,” He whined, “Yohohouhur behehihin’ mehehahan.”

“You’re right,” Kenny said, “I know you love being tickled so fuckin’ much.” 

She then started to gently spider her fingers over his stomach.

“Nohohohohot thehehe behehelly!” He laughed.

“Why not?” Kenny said, then leaned forwards and whispered in his ear, “Is your tummy too ticklish?”

Butters squealed, his face burning as he leaned forward to press his face into Kenny’s neck. His hands came to grip her waist as he giggled helplessly while her nails gently wiggled all over his body. He sat up even more, giggling into Kenny as her hands came around to skim over his back, making him arch into her.

“Ehehehe! Ihi dihihidn’t ehevehen knohohow my bahahack wahahas tihihicklihihsh!” He said, his arms wrapping around Kenny, hugging her while she tickled his back. Her hands began to crawl higher and higher until they brushed his shoulder blades and his long-forgotten flight or fight instincts rewoke as Butters flipped her onto the bed and grabbed her arms, pinning her down. 

They both panted for a second, breathless for different reasons. While Kenny often played with him, Butters never took charge or fought back.

“S-sorry, Kenny.” He stuttered, his face burning. Kenny was still staring at him, her mouth agape. He let go of her hands and shuffled back a bit, ready to get off her. Instead, she sat up and took his face in her hands.

“...Kendall?” He said, flustered beyond belief. She was looking at him like she’d never seen him before.

“I-I just realized that I like you. Like right now, holy fucking shit.”

Now it was Butters’s turn to gape.  “You- what?” He said, brain struggling to comprehend her words.

“I like you. Romantically. Fuck! I mean, of course, I like you, it’s fucking obvious. I like being around you and you make me laugh and when I see you with other people I get jealous and I haven’t wanted to be with anyone since we became close and I think you’re wonderful and kind and beautiful and oh my fucking God, I might actually be in-” She cut herself off, staring at him.

He blinked. Turned to his brain, which hummed like static, and shrugged back at him. He blinked again. Suddenly, it seemed like there was only one thing to do.

He leaned forward, closing his eyes as their lips touched. It was the chaste kiss to end all chaste kisses, barely a brush of skin, but he felt a deep warmth that started at his mouth and spread throughout his whole body.

There was a beat, then Kenny pulled his face back in and kissed him properly. He made a little noise of surprise, tilting his head to press them closer together. His hands slid up her back, fisting into her hoodie as she moved against him, his stomach swooping when she softly bit his lip. He had never felt so right.

They kissed till they were laying down, breathless, and pressed against each other.

“So…” Butters said, never one to let even a comfortable silence sit.

“So,” Kenny replied, scratching her nails through his hair. 

“Did you decide which dress you were gonna wear?” He asked, making her laugh.

“Yeheah, I think I did.”

Butters sat up, looking at her with sparkles in his eyes.

“Then let's go get it!” He said, springing off the bed.

Kenny laughed again, then followed him up, kissing him softly.

“Let’s.”

On the way to the door, Butters remembered his phone and grabbed it, opening his and Eric’s messages.

butters: cant play later anymore ;)

eric✨: r u and kenny gonna have gay sex

butters: … :)

eric✨: BUTTERS????

eric✨: YOU DOG

eric✨: BUTTERS I S2G MSSG ME BNACK

eric✨: PEICE OF SHIT 

eric✨: BUTTERS