#even if it makes it inconvenient if you lose your card

[papermonkeyism]

HI ok I gotta ask - your post has made me insanely curious - you mention having cash at hand while waiting for your new card (resourceful) but none of the sources of cash was a bank or ATM.

Where I'm from cash is still used a lot (as we minimum wage workers get paid in cash) and as a result there are multiple ATM's within walking distance at all times and banks no more than 15-20 minutes drive away. Is this... different where you're from? (For context I'm from Africa)

We get paychecks directly to the bank account here, and I usually just pay with my card everywhere I need to, because it's more convenient than having a lot of coins and bills around. While there are ATM machines here (there are several within a walking distance from where I live), you use them with your card, so without having one, I can't get money out of the money withdrawing machine. I don't know how you do it, but without a card I can only get money out of the bank account by (online) bank transfers, and that's pretty hard at grocery store register.

Our bank offices stopped handing out cash several years ago, of which I am still very salty about.

I got some cash from my mom, and I had a handful of coins left over from the last time I had used an ATM a while back, but that's kinda rare for me, since most places accept card.

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: friends to lovers, sub!seungkwan, sub!reader (but not as much as him lbr), smut, f reader, non penetrative sex, grinding, too many run on sentences, etc.

wc: 1521

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bestfriend!seungkwan and you, who have insane underlying sexual tension that neither of you is willing to talk about but everyone else can see.

the way you two jokingly argue with each other, constantly scolding the other one second, and cuddling chest-to-chest the next.

kwannie who envies any type of attention you give his members because you're HIS best friend and you should be doting to him only.

kwannie who gets annoyed at the sight of you giggling endlessly at chan's jokes and unknowingly flirting with vernon, who doesnt realize his best friend is in love with you and is wishing him a very inconvenient evening for even daring to steal you away in his presence.

kwannie who gets fed up of watching you go to yet another member and strike up conversation (flirting with mingyu ?? seriously ?) from afar and drags you away under the vice of 'why are you hogging my friends? get your own!' and leads you to a more secluded area.

you, annoyed (but not really) at his antics, start to pick a fight with him, enjoying the unserious back and forth you tend to have with each other.

it's all going as usual; both of you still in denial about the tension between you and the reason for your constant discomfort at seeing the other in near proximity to anyone else. that is, until things take a shift.

the atmosphere seems different somehow. this time, kwannie seems to be taking your lighthearted flirting with his members to heart; something that you had never encountered in your years of friendship.

"why are you always flirting with them?", he whines. "do you think its fun watching MY best friend ditch me the moment she sees a pretty boy walk by? what about me??"

this is now a good ten minutes into the argument. one that is usually light-hearted enough to take place in front of the other members and ends in the members teasing seungkwan about his dependency on your attention. this time, however, seemed different.

"what about you, kwannie? you know it doesnt mean anything. theyre my friends too, they know its not serious," you argue back, feeling nervous at the serious tone of his complaints.

"its not that, its just..." he cuts himself off. "even they see it, but you dont. why is it always them? .. why wont you look my way?"

that last sentence stops you in your tracks. whatever rebuttal you had in your mind suddenly going away, not knowing how to respond.

unsure as to whether that was a confession or simple frustration at having to share his best friend, you stare blankly at him, breathing heavier than ever.

"kwannie .. of course i look at you. i love you, you're my best friend," you try to salvage the situation in the most ambiguous way you can, not knowing where this is going.

he lets out a heavy sigh, looking down at your shoes, unwilling to make eye contact with you, something very unlike the seungkwan you know.

"kwannie .. ?", you inquire and step towards him.

"we'll always be friends, right?", you nod at his question, urging him to continue "so it's okay if i talk freely? we'll always be there for each other, right?", he asks rhetorically, nodding at his own question to reassure himself.

he takes a deep breath as he walks towards you. "you know .. jeonghan hyung told me over and over to just tell you, that you would love me regardless and that i'd never lose you. but i guess you might already have some sort of idea, don't you?", he smiles sadly at you, timidly extending his hands towards yours.

you accept the embrace of his hands and nod back; head down, feeling vulnerable at the situation.

seeing as he's already put his cards on the table (kind of), you decide to walk the rest of the way for him.

you step forward and run your hands from his hands to his arms to his shoulders, closing any distance between you. he seems slightly surprised at what seems to be your reciprocation, but quickly recovers, not wanting to ruin the tender moment.

like in any teenage movie, you both stare down at each other's lips, breathing heavily at the thought of finally getting something you've wanted for years.

you make the first move and softly press your lips against his, causing you both to instantly moan against each other's mouths. it escalates quickly after that. with mouths open, and tongues desperate to get a taste of one another. your hands moving from his shoulders to his hair, pulling him as close as possible. his landing on your waist, finding their way under your shirt softly but desperately scratching at your skin.

your kiss becomes so needy and desperate it's almost impossible to call it a kiss anymore. incessant moaning into each other's mouths and spit covering both your lips. your resolve breaks first, causing you to push him into the nearest surface, which takes form of a sofa bed located behind seungkwan. you push him down, readily straddling his waist and pressing yourself even closer to him.

if seungkwan had any thoughts in his mind prior to you kissing him, theyre even further gone now. he has no control of himself as he runs his hands all over your back, wanting to remain respectful of any boundaries you may have, but going insane at your lips on his and your crotch laying so so closely to his.

you take notice of his desperation and pull off your shirt, making sure to take your bra off with it. you receive a reaction you had only ever dreamed of before.

seungkwan's desire and desperation are clear in his eyes, with his eyebrows furrowed and a whine escaping his mouth at the view of his best friend's chest bare in front of him.

"p-please, god. fuck. can i- please. please let me ..." he whines nonsensically, hands and mouth nearing your tits but not quite touching them before getting your permission.

with no verbal answer you grab his hands and fondle your own breasts with them, moaning at his whines and pleas to get his mouth on them; something which he does soon after.

grinding your crotch against the very obvious bulge in his navy shorts, you whine at the stimulation from his mouth desperately licking your tits, teeth softly pulling at the sensitive buds as he whines at the taste of your skin.

"kwannie .. fuck kwannie dont stop fuck please ..." you breathe out, shoving his face closer to your chest, grinding even faster.

despite your frustration at wanting even more pleasure from seungkwan's body, you disconnect yourself from him to remove your pants and instruct him to remove the rest of his clothes. he whines at the sudden interruption, but hurries to undress himself as soon as he sees you expectantly watch him with just your panties on, wanting you back on him as soon as humanly possible.

with now only two thin layers separating you and seungkwan, you feel the pressure of his dick against your clit even more, causing you to whine into his open mouth.

you know your grinding may be more pleasurable for you than for him, but the pleasure makes you so delirious you cant bring yourself to stop, grinding even faster and shoving your tongue in his mouth, hands harshly grabbing onto his shoulders for better accuracy in the rutting of your hips.

"kwannie- fuck please i promise i- shit. i'll do whatever you want, just let me- please let me finish. it feels so fucking good," you cry, speeding up even more, completely drunk in the feeling of your clit deliciously grinding against his pulsing length.

he seems to not mind it, even helping you meet your undoing by grabbing onto your hips and pushing them against his crotch in order to optimize your pleasure. his mouth is open, letting out whines at the thought of all the pleasure he's causing you by just sitting there.

unbeknownst to you, seungkwan is also nearing his end, felling insane pleasure at the friction caused from the canting of your hips against his. he's the first to find his high, whining into your neck as your never ending grinding continues its course atop his sensitive dick.

it's soon after that you also reach your high and deflate against his warm chest, weakly running your hands into his hair, pulling him for an uncharacteristically sweet peck.

"thank you," you breathe against his cheek. "i wasnt sure where that argument was going, but im glad it ended here," you giggle as you feel his chest shake from his own chuckle.

"sorry i was so dramatic, but i guess it worked in both of our favours so .. you're welcome," he jokes, running his hands up and down your back soothingly.

after a few more teasing comments back and forth, you help clean each other up with whatever wipes and tissues are at your disposal and dress yourselves back up.

it was safe to say that after this, flirting with his members was strictly prohibited.

a/n: i love seungkwan more than life itself which is why i feel kinda bad writing such filth abt him but i also want him so bad so .. anyways this was not proofread bc im too lazy to reread this many words over again. pls lmk if theres anything that makes zero sense that i should change tho <3

[tinytennisskirt]

Good Luck Charm

Art x Gf!reader

Summary: Art has had one of the worst days in a while and reader is so far away, not being able to make it back for his tournament. After a day of inconveniences and bad luck, Art is sure of one thing and it’s that time without you isn’t something he wants to experience ever again.

Warnings: kissing, proposal moment, shorter fic, unedited from my notes app

All Art did that day was lose. And he had so many chances. And the losing started even before the games did, with a failed alarm and a faulty hotel room key. Your flight had been moved back a day and you were going to miss every game of his until the very last match of the day the way the plane schedule was set.

He was late, but he was groggy and slept badly and worst thing is he missed you. He got up and he stretched and he had his smoothie and it was all fast-paced and rushed and he felt awful.

First match was okay, he didn’t win but he chalked it up to some sort of nerves and a bad morning. The day went on, he had time to practice, but he ended up on the phone with you for half of it.

“They delayed my plane, I’m so sorry, Art,” you sighed over the phone. You weren’t even on the plane yet. “I’m so sorry.”

He knew it wasn’t your fault, he rubbed his eyes and shook his head, “It’s okay. I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” you replied. And he told you about his first game loss and you told him to keep trying, encouraging him softly. But he didn’t have any motivation left.

He moved onto his next match. It was close but he just lost by a few points and lost more at the very end for an audible obscenity. It was hard, things were harsh, you were so far.

The day went on, Art losing a scrimmage game, then another real one. He had one more game and you were supposed to be there for that one but you were stuck on some plane coming home. He almost wanted to half-ass the game, he was so discouraged. But he tried, he played, and he nearly won, but he lost. Keeping sportsmanship he shook his opponents hand. Nobody was happy. It was loss all around.

Art went to get food after and they were out of everything he could possibly want to eat, so he left. He called a taxi back to the hotel but it didn’t come for forty minutes after it said it would and the driver got lost, yet wouldn’t reimburse him for the time.

Art moped up the stairs to his hotel room on the 7th floor, the elevator had broken while he was out. His feet hurt, his shoulders and arms ached from all the tennis. He made it to his room and tossed his things aside. He showered and ordered room service, but the order than came was wrong. Art succumbed to the problems of the day and just ate it anyway. Too many problems.

He sat on the edge of his bed and rubbed his face, hair just finished drying from his shower. He sat in his big t-shirt and his loose shorts, rubbing over his mouth, under his chin, reflecting on the day. Every game lost, every match a trial and complete error. At least it wasn’t important, Art thought. Just a bunch of games for no greater purpose. But it still ruined his day.

It got later into the evening and Art just sat and stared emptily, just thinking, more thinking than he’d been able to do.

A knock on the hotel door. Art half expected another disturbance, a problem with his card, the maids coming by, any inconvenience. He sighed, getting up from the couch, running a hand through his hair as he tiredly opened the door. And it was you.

“Hey,“ and the force of which Art stepped into the hall and hugged you almost knocked the wind out of you. You dropped your bags as his arms reached around you and held you tight, your arms wrapping around his neck. One of your hands held the back of his head as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You were expecting a hug but not like this.

You held him just as tight as he held you and he stayed that way for a minute, you in his arms and him in yours in the middle of the hotel hallway. Neither of you said a word. Art just took the moment to stay close to you, inhaling the scent he’d been away from too long, holding the girl he’d been missing for much longer. Eventually, after a minute or so, he loosened his grip, kissing you on the shoulder and neck, not sexually, but casually. Sweet.

“Are you okay?” You asked, cupping his face with one hand. His eyes were tired, sad.

“Better now,” he said, small smile pulling at one side of his mouth. God, you missed him. “You wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had.”

“Give me five minutes and you can tell me all about it?” You suggested, rubbing your thumb over his cheek and he nodded, kissing your palm gently and letting you into the room. You took the five minutes to set your bags down and have the quickest refresher shower known to man. You got out of the shower and Art, sitting on the hotel sink counter passed you one of his big shirts to sleep in. The ones he liked to sleep in. You smiled and put it on, putting your hair in a towel. You turned the lights off as you passed them, turning on the bedside lamp to dim the room to something gentler.

You crawled onto the bed, propping yourself against the pile of pillows the beds always had. You opened your arms and Art gladly followed you onto the bed, crawling over you. He kissed you, it was soft and sweet and to him, meant the world to have. He then laid down on your lower chest, arms digging under you to wrap around your waist, his body fitting perfectly between your legs. Your hand instinctually went to his soft hair, your fingernails digging softly into his scalp as he told you about his day, about the inconveniences and the game losses, what they felt like. You told him about yours and they were honestly quite similar, minus the tennis.

You sighed, letting your nails trace down over his neck, his ear, the top of his back, the other squeezing his upper arm gently. “I’m so sorry,” you said quietly.

“It’s not your fault,” Art said, his words a little muffled from his cheek pressed against you. “But I missed you. I’m glad you’re back.”

“I missed you too,” you smiled. He couldn’t see it, but he knew. “I tried to get here as soon as I could.”

His hand pulled one of yours down to your side, making it accessible to him to kiss gently up your wrist, to kiss your hand, your fingers, his thumb pressing on the pads of your palms softly. “I can’t help but think-“ he kissed your wrist again, “- That if you were there today, I would have-“ he kissed your wrist once more, “Won. Or at least done better.” He confessed.

You giggled a little, “Oh, like a good luck charm?”

“A good luck charm,” Art echoed. He hummed as your nails slid over his scalp to behind his ear. “Something like that. You might be mine.”

“I would love that,” you grinned. You continued, squeezing him just a little tighter, “I don’t have another business trip for ages so I promise to fulfill my good luck charm duties from here, forward.”

Art, eyes shut, smiled as well. “Mmm, I’d like that.” He kissed you where his mouth rested and went back to caressing your hand. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it after this day we’ve both had,” you said. “Honestly I think travelling without my good luck charm is what delayed the flights.”

Art chuckled at that. “So it’s settled then.”

You grinned, “Mhm. We just never leave each others’ side again. You’re stuck with me.”

“Sounds perfect,” Art mumbled. You could feel the soft beat of his heart against you. “I wouldn’t dream of a better solution.” He raised his head, propping himself up just a little. His eyes were soft as your hand slipped to cup his cheek again, he rested against it. Your thumb, as per usual, caressed over his skin. “I love you.” He said. Words you had heard a thousand million times. But he looked at you with every single time he’d said it compiled in his eyes. You could see it, you could feel it.

You almost pouted with the way he looked. He was gorgeous and kind and he loved you and you loved him. “I love you too,” you told him, feeling about the same as he did. “So much.” You hoped he felt it, your hands pushing hair out of his face as you spoke.

He looked at you through his perfect eyelashes, “Marry me.” He said. Your hand stopped where it was and your heart immediately picked up pace.

“Hm?” you wondered if you’d heard him wrong.

But you didn’t. “Marry me,” he repeated, a small smirk growing on his face. “I’ll do things properly, but I want to ask you. Because I love you and the days that pass without you are my worst.” He said, your hand tracing his cheek. You had always felt that any talk of this with Art would bring unbridled excitement, but as much as you felt excited, you also felt at peace. That was because you knew you were meant to be with Art as if it was just willed into existence that way. Pre-written.

“I’ll marry you,” you grinned. And he grinned, fully, for what felt like the first time that day. He moved upward and kissed you with all of the ‘I love you’s on his lips this time. All of yours on your lips, exchanged like the way they were spoken, from the very first to this one in this moment. Your hands that held his face moved down as he kissed you, taking his turn to hold your face. He kissed you and you kissed him and it was set in stone that neither of you wanted to leave the other’s side. Not ever. “I love you too.” You replied.

Art proposed a second time so your family could be there, but you didn’t tell anyone about the impromptu first take, even though it was the one you truly loved more. When it wasn’t posed like a question because Art knew. And so did you. That it was meant to be that way. There was never a chance you’d say no anyway.

In enough time there were tangible good luck charms in the form of wedding bands, but you both never truly stopped being each other’s.

[s1llysmut]

Hello I’m not sure if your requests are open or not but can you do nsfw alphabet or headcanon for Carmilla or Velvette (I’m down bad for them)

A/N: Sorry for being so inactive guys!!! Been super busy with work sorry!!

NSFW alphabet for Carmilla

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Her eyes immediately go from lustful to full of love. She kisses your forehead and curls up with you to sleep. She’ll clean up in the morning.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favourite body part on herself is her hands. They’re big and that can be used for many things. Her favourite part of your body is your waist and your muscles, depending on your body type. (She loves all body types)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She won’t let herself get too dirty which is why she will never allow you to cum on her body. She just finds it gross.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She would be into stepping on you while she’s in her pointy shoes.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She always knows what she’s doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Riding you or missionary.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious the entire time until you’re both finished.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She doesn’t shave. She’s all natural everywhere.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It depends on her mood, the occasion, and your mood of course.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She doesn’t masturbate ever. She only does it if she’s in front of you to tease you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Oh she’s a dommy mommy. This lady is tying you up, blood play, knife play, degradation, bdsm, sadism, and if you’re lucky you might get a bit of praise.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bedroom or the sex dungeon that she has.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you get bratty or catch an attitude she is putting you in your place ASAP.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She won’t let you top/dominate her. Ever. It just makes her feel incredibly weak, insecure, and uncomfortable.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She likes making you eat her out. She will tug you by a leash even.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends what will torture you more.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She doesn’t do quickies. She finds them impractical and inconvenient.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes. She will take risks of all sorts. Unless it involves her losing control/power, or puts you in any real danger.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She can go for so many rounds. Soooo good luck you’ll need it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She will use toys on you. Anything that you show interest in, she will buy it immediately.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Very unfair. Edging you is one of her favourite things ever.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She moans and degrades you a lot. Occasionally she will praise you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She makes you call her mommy or mistress in the bedroom.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She’s got some massive honkers. Mommy milkers if you will. Fat ass too. She a thick lady.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Fairly high. Probably every other day.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Almost immediately. As soon as you’re in her arms.

[yaksha-lover]

Hey! How are you doing? I don’t know how dark you’re willing to go, but the angst brainrot is back and I guess I just need somewhere to ramble.

Sometimes I like to think about how the prefect’s super chill reactions to… well everything, could just be a carefully crafted facade. I mean, the students at NRC are kinda awful people, and I don’t doubt any weakness would be swarmed like vultures to a fresh corpse. And a magicless, naive person like Yuu would be an extremely easy target. So, instead they just bury all the pain and pretend everything is okay. They’re not crying for their family and home late into the night.

The way that kind of repression would just build up over the year and slowly cause resentment towards everyone, deserved or not, is just delicious. Pretending to be everyone’s friend, to be the kind and welcoming prefect while coming to hate the other students’ guts. The eventual snap after one misplaced comment or one more mess to deal with, when the house of cards all falls down.

Maybe Rollo was right.

Idk, just got a lot of thoughts. Mainly based off of how Rook calls the prefect “Trickster” and the prologue almost framed Yuu in a strategist role. Thoughts?

Honestly, it would make a lot of sense. As much as we love the boys, most of them would be pretty terrible to be around and are very selfish and/or mean (with some exceptions, but that’s still a good majority of the school).

I like the idea that Yuu does start out genuinely wanting to help everyone and find people to be friends with, to try and make this experience of being trapped in another world even somewhat bearable.

At first it’s okay that Ace is a jerk sometimes, because he comes around once you get to know him. It’s fine that Riddle nitpicks and punishes the three of you because in the end, he’s trying his best to get better, to heal from his past. It’s alright that Leona is unrepentant and mean, because he has things he’s been dealing with, and you need to be understanding of his pain. Even when Azul tricks your friends and later you, when you almost lose your Ramshackle, the one place you’ve had to call home, you try to have patience, because he’s got his own issues as well, he has his reasons for things.

But somewhere along the way, you’ve stopped caring for their excuses. Their trauma is real, but so is yours. Even after everything you’ve done to try and help them, you don’t doubt for a moment that none of them would run to your rescue. That they wouldn’t take any opportunity to step on and over you if it meant getting closer to their goals. Because at the end of the day, none of them cared, no matter how much you wanted to believe it wasn’t true.

Breaking down isn’t an option - not when everyone is out for themselves, when your feelings would surely only be ridiculed at best and taken advantage of at worst. Even more than that, you’re a guest at this school. You never earned your way here like the other students and you’re magicless; the only reason you’re even here are extenuating circumstances. The headmage isn’t any more loyal than the housewardens - if any of them had a problem with you, it wouldn’t be a stretch to imagine he’d throw you out onto the street the second you became an inconvenience that was too much work to handle. So you keep quiet, even when all you want is to tell off everyone around you.

The only housewarden to ever seem to really give a damn about you is Vil, but by the time you get close with him, it’s already too late. Maybe if you met him first, if you’d been less scorned, you could’ve forgiven his little digs at your lacklustre presence and imperfection. He’d done much to try and make up for it after all, helping you out with Ramshackle and voicing his appreciation for you. It was more than you could say for anyone else, but it still isn’t enough. Vil’s sweetness can’t counteract the bitter taste that’s been brewing for months, so you can’t bring yourself to forgive him despite everything.

It’s not his fault, but it’s never anyone’s fault. It’s all of them, chipping away at your sanity little by little.

It’s okay that you can never fall asleep anymore, kept awake by memories of never ending fights and catastrophes to deal with. It’s okay that the same people you’ve helped barely regard you as more than something worth pitying. It’s okay that you’re reminded every day that no effort is being put towards getting you away from this hellhole and back home.

It’s all okay, until it’s not. Until Yuu finally reaches their breaking point, and starts to question if anyone is truly worth saving at this school.

[im-peech]

[Shinonome Yuhan Birthday Card 2024]

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Chapter 1 - Throw away everything

[One day before Yuhan’s birthday]

Summer is almost coming to an end.

Yuhan’s birthday is tomorrow.

This year’s birthday, I have already decided what to give to the butlers.

A ring worn on the little finger… It’s a “pinky ring.”

Wearing the ring on the pinky finger of the left hand… It seems that its meaning is “preventing happiness from escaping.”

Understanding the meaning, I immediately set out the present for Yuhan… I prepared a ring with a small Spinel set in it.

And I wanted to prepare the situation for giving over the ring… I wrote a letter to Yuhan.

“On your birthday, let’s have dinner together.”

…

After the butlers have gone asleep… I left the letter in front of the door of the butler’s office in the villa.

I’m looking forward to seeing Yuhan’s reaction after reading the letter. Then, I fell asleep.

[Yuhan’s birthday day]

*Knock.. Knock…*

Yuhan: Lord, may I come in?

> “Of course.”

> “Yes.”

Sound of door opening

Yuhan: Good morning, Lord.

> “That costume…”

Yuhan: Yes, this… This will be my birthday costume this year.

Flure’s technique for making clothes… It’s truly something to behold.

> “It suits you very well.”

> “You look splendid.”

Yuhan: Fufu. Thank you very much, Lord.

Yuhan: What I asked you about today has something to do with this costume…

I would like to talk to you about my birthday.

> “About the letter?”

Yuhan: Yes. Thank you very much for the wonderful letter.

Yuhan: So it was written in the letter… I would like to ask you about the idea of “Let’s have dinner together.”

> “About that…”

I explained the situation to him.

Today is Yuhan’day… So I want to go out somewhere together, celebrate his birthday, and enjoy his birthday to the fullest.

As a finale, we will enjoy dinner together. At dinner, we will decide where to go next.

I told him that since it was his birthday, I wanted him to enjoy it without any hesitation.

> “Let’s enjoy your birthday without worrying about anything.”

> “Let’s go and eat Yuhan’s favorite food!”

Yuhan: Lord…

Yuhan: Thank you for thinking so much about me, even though I am just a servant…

Thank you very much.

Yuhan: I’m glad that the Lord thought of me like this… I am so honored that I cannot express my feelings in words.

Yuhan: However… I am happy enough thanks to the Lord’s feelings

Yuhan: Besides, I have the chance to sit at the same table as the Lord…

As a butler, this is unacceptable behavior.

Yuhan: So… Please spend today for the Lord’s happiness, not mine.

> “But I want to congratulate Yuhan.”

> “But I want Yuhan to be happy.”

Yuhan: Lord…

Yuhan: Fufu… 

I can't believe you care so much about my sake. 

Yuhan: The Lord is always so kind.

If I decline this any more, I will end up losing this chance…

> “Is there a place you want to go?”

Yuhan: A place I want to go…

Hmm, there are some but…

This is a little… That would be a selfish request.

Above all, it would be troublesome for the Lord.

> “I don’t mind it.”

Yuhan: Lord…

Fufu, thank you very much.

Yuhan: Well then…

I apologize for the inconvenience… Please accompany me with my selfishness all day today.

In this way, we can make Yuhan’s “selfishness” come true… I started preparing to go out.

[After a while]

We were visiting a fashionable clothing store. The atmosphere is somewhat different from other shops in the town… 

> “This store is…”

Yuhan: This is… 

An acquaintance of Mister Yimin has opened a kimono shop.

Yuhan: Lord, do you remember Mister Yimin?

> “Previously, in the Eastern land…”

Yuhan: Yes, in the Eastern land… He is Shinonome Yimin, who lives in the city of Shanglong.

After the Lord and Hanamaru-san returned from their request in the Eastern land…

I started corresponding with Yimin.

Since then, we were able to connect on good terms.

Yuhan: Above all, about my missing relatives… I also learned that Yutao is living a happy life.

However, if possible, at that time… I also wanted to visit the city of Shanlong with the Lord. 

> “Yuhan…”

Yuhan: Oops, I’m sorry. It seems like I’ve gotten off topic…

So… During the exchange of letters with Mr. Yimin…

An acquaintance of his was at Espoir… I heard that he had opened a kimono shop that sells clothes from the Eastern land.

> “Is that so…”

Yuhan: About that… Umm…

I think this is a really selfish request…

At the store today… The clothes from the Eastern land, I want to see the Lord wearing them…

> “Why not choose clothes for Yuhan?”

Yuhan: Yes… At that time, I was the one who couldn’t go to Shanlong city

So I was unable to see the Lord wearing the costume of the Eastern land… I’ve always regretted it…

Yuhan: So please, today…

For me only… Could you please show me the image of the Lord wearing the costume of the Eastern land?

> “Of course.”

> “I understood.”

Yuhan: Thank you very much. Now, let’s go inside the store.

Chapter 2 - Throw away everything

[Espoir’s kimono shop]

We entered the clothing shop and looked around.

Yuhan picked up the beautiful costume that caught his eye.

Yuhan: Lord, I would like you to wear this costume. I think it goes well with the color of the Lord’s eyes and hair.

Follow Yuhan’s recommendation… I decided to try the clothes.

> “How is it?”

Yuhan:...!

It suits you very well, Lord.

You look many times more stunning than I imagined.

Yuhan: Fufu… I can’t believe I could have such a wonderful Lord all to myself…

I am truly the luckiest person in the world.

> “Umm…”

Yuhan: Arara, are you embarrassed? 

Hmm.. I don’t want to cause troubles for the Lord, but it seems like the Lord doesn’t want to do it… 

Please forgive me just for now. It’s so difficult to suppress my feelings… Since the Lord is now so astonishing.

> ‘A-about that…”

Yuhan: I will not offer any unwarranted flattery to the Lord.

> “Thank you…”

Yuhan: Haa… Although I’m just one of the servants…

I would like to keep such a beautiful figure of the Lord to myself only… Could it be… I never thought I would feel this way towards the Lord I serve…

Yuhan:...

Oh… that’s right, Lord.

Actually, while the Lord was changing clothes, I also found a hair accessory that goes well with the outfit, it makes me feel relieved…

Could you please let me put it on for you?

> “Of course.”

Yuhan: Thank you.

Well then, let’s get a little closer. Please turn around, Lord.

I followed his instructions and turned around. Yuhan approached me from behind. When I see Yuhan behind me with the hair accessory, I realize that we are closer than usual.

> (S-so close…)

Yuhan: Lord, are you nervous? There’s a force on your shoulder,,, Please make it easy… It will be done soon…

> “Y-yes.”

Yuhan’s voice echoes in my ears and his hand touches my shoulder. It makes my shoulder tingling and feverish… I’m even more nervous.

Yuhan: Well, it’s done. It really suits you.

While my mind was blank with tension… Before I knew it, Yuhan had finished putting the ornament on my hair.

The hair ornament glimpsed… It suits me so well when I see myself.

When it matches with the costume, I feel like I had truly become a resident of the Eastern land.

Yuhan: I’m a little disappointed that I finished putting it on so quickly. I wish I could have touched the Lord a little more.

> “Huh?”

Yuhan: No, it’s nothing.

I can’t go further than this.

Yuhan’s attitude seems to be hinting at something, making my heart fluster… I take another look at my reflection in the mirror.

Then.. an elderly man called out to me from the back of the store.

The shopkeeper: Hey, those two wonderful people over there!

If you don’t mind… Would you be willing to be the subject of the photos I take as a hobby?

Yuhan: Become the models of the photo…?

I can’t believe anyone other than a photographer owns a camera as a hobby. You really like photography then.

The shopkeeper: Aa. When I see beautiful scenery, I just want to take a picture of it.

You two look so picturesque that I was wondering if I could take a picture.

As a thank you, I’ll give you both some of the photos I took.

Yuhan: Hmmm… If you take a photo…

I can keep this image of the Lord close to me forever.

> “Eh?”

Yuhan: Fufu.. It’s nothing.

Well then, Lord… If the Lord is okay with it… I would like to take a photo with you… Could you please forgive me?

> “Of course, it’s okay.”

Yuhan: Fufu, is that so. Thank you very much, Lord.

Then, we had some photos taken.

It takes some time for the photos to load.

We decided to shop inside the store until we could get the photos.

After a few minutes… The shopkeeper showed us the completed photos with a smile on his face.

The shopkeeper: Hey you brother, you had such a gentle smile in all the photos.

Yuhan: I have a gentle smile…?

> “What’s wrong?”

Yuhan: No… when I was in the military…

No one ever told me that I had a kind smile… I was a little surprised…

With the Lord by my side, I seem to have changed without even realizing it.

After saying that, his smile was just as gentle as in the photos.

Yuhan: Fufu… As a butler, I probably shouldn’t have expressed such thoughts, but…

This photo… It’s like a family photo.

> “A family photo…”

Yuhan: The Lord, dressed in the costume of the Eastern land, is truly wonderful.

This photo has become my treasure… Every time I see this…

This year’s birthday… There was an important person next to me. I will remember it forever.

Yuhan’s fingertips lightly touch me in the photo. Unlike before, I wasn’t able to touch it directly.

I once again felt a numbing, sweet sensation.

Yuhan: Well then, Lord. Shall we look for a restaurant to have dinner?

> “Understood.”

Yuhan: The costume and the hair ornament you are wearing right now… Please let me give them to you as a present.

Thank you for a wonderful date.

I was a little worried about giving him a present although it was his birthday but… Looking at Yuhan’s happy face… I decided to indulge his feelings here.

> “Well, can I return you a favor?”

Yuhan: Thank you very much, Lord.

After that, at Yuhan’s request, we head out to dinner. And I was wearing the costume of the Eastern land. 

[Espoir Restaurant]

[After a while]

Yuhan: Fufu… Thank you for the meal. 

All the dishes are very delicious, Lord.

> “It was exquisite.”

I dined out at a restaurant with Yuhan… It was a newly opened restaurant on the outskirts of Espoir which serves the flavors of the Eastern land.

Thanks to the clothes that Yuhan selected earlier, I have become accustomed to the atmosphere of the store.

Also, the seats were in private rooms… There was no need to worry about what other customers saw.

Yuhan: With my Lord wearing the same clothes as those in my hometown, eating the food in my hometown… It was truly a dream-like time.

Yuhan: Lord, we made many wonderful memories together today… Thank you very much. These memories will definitely support me in my future life.

Yuhan said that and smiled, he looked very blissful.

> “Your birthday isn’t over yet.”

Yuhan: Eh? Lord?

I stand up in front of Yuhan, who can’t hide his confusion… Then I held out a small box containing the gift I prepared for him. Of course, inside the box is the pinky ring I am going to give to him.

I took Yuhan’s hand as he stared intently at the box. I placed the box in his palm.

Yuhan: Um… Lord. What is this box?

> “Try opening it.”

Despite being confused, as instructed, Yuhan opens the box. Peeking out from the inside was a ring with a spinel set in it… The ring emitted a powerful radiance, as if it had captured Yuhan’s honesty.

Yuhan: I never expected this… Could it be.. The present the Lord prepared for me?

> “Yes. Happy birthday.”

Yuhan: It’s truly… a beautiful ring.

After that, I told Yuhan everything. I had decided that Yuhan’s birthday present would be a pinky ring. The reason is… I wish for “Yuhan’s happiness to go on…”

In particular, I chose the one with spinel inlaid… Spinel has the meaning of “supporting efforts and leading to clear thinking.” In order to support Yuhan, who spared no effort, that’s what I wanted.]

Then I took the ring out of the box and put it in Yuhan’s pinky finger of his left hand.

I’m proud of Yuhan, who doesn’t care about his work in both literary and military endeavors. I told him my true feelings.

Yuhan: Lord…

Fufu… I can’t believe I was able to have my Lord put the ring for me directly… It’s like a proposal from the Central land, I was a little surprised.

I became a demon butler with the intention of dedicating myself to fighting angels… for others’ happiness.

And to the most important person of this world, my Lord… I am so content that I can’t express it with words.

Yuhan: I will cherish this ring for the rest of my life… I promise to never let go of you.

This proof of happiness that I received from the Lord… I will never let anyone take it from me. I will live with this ring for the rest of my life… No, even if this body perished… I promise to continue to be your servant… if I could serve you for eternity.

Yuhan: I couldn’t be happier. My mind, my body, and my life will stay like this…  I want to live for you and end my life for you.

That’s right, I was able to meet someone like this… It was really good.

> “Yuhan…”

Yuhan: Lord, please… Please continue to keep me by your side. I will always be there… I am your very own butler.

> “Of course.”

Hearing my words, he burst out a soft smile and gently stroked the ring on his left hand. His eyes were quietly lowered, but… There’s one thing that can't seem to be hidden, Yuhan’s happy smile… I, too, feel happy.

THE END

[faebaex]

Tangled in Wonderland - Prologue

author note: prologue for my 1000 followers events! Event explanation and poll to follow shortly, keep an eye out for it! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Life has a way of throwing curveballs at you.

Some can be small inconveniences, like when you go to the supermarket only to find out that your favourite ice cream is no longer on sale. Or when you make a cup of tea, only to find out you have no milk.

Other times, the inconveniences can be a bit larger, like when an appliance breaks and you suddenly have to fork out for a replacement. Or when you lose your wallet and have to cancel all your credit cards.

Or for you, when you get hit by a fictional carriage and end up waking up in the world of your favourite mobile game.

Life is just full of curveballs.

You thought you were dreaming. No, you wished you were dreaming. Either way, being transported into the fictional world of your favourite game was not on your bingo card for this year.

The lid of the coffin you rested in suddenly burst into blue flames and slid away, hitting the stone floor with a dull thud. You squinted as your eyes were assaulted by the green glow of the lanterns that lit the room, and then you jumped when you heard a surprised cry in front of you.

“What?! You ain’t supposed to be awake!”

You stared with wide eyes at the familiar furball in front of you. You blinked a couple of times, rubbing your eyes and thinking that you’d gone insane. “… Just gimme your uniform, and—”

“G-Grim?!” You shouted, your expression twisted in disbelief. “Yeah, that’s me! Wait, how do you know—” Grim yelped in surprise as you all but fell out of the coffin, scrambling to your feet with a wild expression on your face. You span around, seeing the familiar sight of floating coffins and gothic interior. It took until Grim blew a puff of blue flames at your feet did you snap out of your shock. “Now listen here, human—”

“Don’t do that, you little rat.” You huffed, picking up Grim with ease and balancing him against your hip like you would a small child. Grim spluttered, taken by surprise by your casual attitude, flailing his little arms and preparing to blow another bout of flames. “H-hey, whad’dya think you’re doing—”

“Shush, I’m trying to think,” you scolded, shooting him a reproachful look as you added, “and don’t even think about blowing any more fire at me. If a single hair on my head even gets singed, I’ll feed you to the lion.”

“What?! What lion?!”

You only gave a pointed look before you carried on your investigation. You left the coffin room, feeling your stomach twist and a tension buzzing against your skin. This couldn’t be real, right? This must just be an incredibly realistic dream. With your free hand, you pinched your cheek, hard. Nope, still here.

“Ah, I’ve found you at last. Splendid. I trust you’re one of this year’s new students?” You looked up suddenly at the new voice, only to find yourself face to face with the infamous Night Raven College headmaster, Dire Crowley. “My, were you ever eager to make your debut,” Crowley snarked, arms folded as he glowered at you, “and bringing a poorly trained familiar with you? That is a clear violation of the school’s rules.”

Oh no. Oh no no no. This was playing out exactly like the prologue of Twisted Wonderland. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Grim open his mouth to complain, and you quickly gave him a squeeze, effectively shutting him up with a disgruntled squeak. “Yeah, yeah, we’re a package deal – sorry about that,” you waved him off, eager to get back to the matter at hand, “where am I? This must be some mistake—”

“No, no. There’s been no mistake. Your orientation has already begun. Let us return to the Mirror Chamber.” Crowley declared, and that sinking feeling in your stomach just got worse. This was proceeding exactly like the prologue.

It wasn’t until you looked on at the chaos currently taking place in the Mirror Chamber, Grim having jumped out of your arms and begun rapidly spouting flames at everyone in sight, Riddle and Azul chasing after him whilst Kalim hopped around helplessly, sporting a freshly singed behind, that you realised that you had indeed been transported into Twisted Wonderland. Right in the place of the poor, often dumped upon and always in the wrong place at the wrong time main character. You felt your shoulders sag as the implications of your situation begun to hit you full force.

Just what were you going to do?

[barleyo]

Just What I Needed. (1)

(Mike Schmidt X F! Reader)

A/N: Hey, guys! I normally don’t post my series on here, but I know that more people know me here than on my Ao3! While I would suggest just going to my Ao3 account to read this, this is here for anyone who would rather stay on Tumblr! This story is an on and off chapter set up, meaning that every other chapter with be about the reader’s past, rather than her present. Please enjoy!

Chapters: 1, 1.5, 2, 2.5, 3, 3.5, 4, 4.5, 5

“What’s your problem, Mike? Punching that guy right in front of his kid?” The counselor scratched the side of his head with his knuckles, looking at the report in his hand incredulously. “I mean, it’s like you don’t want my help, yet, here you are.”

Mike kept quiet, eyeing the stains on the old linoleum floor of the office.

“Mike?”

His head perked up in hearing his name. “Yeah?”

“Are you even listening?” the counselor pinched the bridge of his nose before tossing the paper to Mike. “Of course, you aren’t. What am I even saying?”

“No, I am listening, I promise. Mr. Raglan, just—just listen, okay? Any job. I’ll take any job, and I’ll keep it this time.”

“Are you sure? Because if you aren't, there are plenty of people out there who actually will. No matter how shitty it is,” he said, mumbling the last part quietly to himself.

“I will, you know I need this. I know I screwed up, but I can do it.”

A deep sigh rumbled in Mr. Raglan’s chest. “There is this one job.”

“Yeah? What is it? Like, janitorial?”

“Security. Pay’s bad, but hey, at least the hours are even worse.” Digging through his pocket, he picked out a business card and placed it face up on the table. “Twelve A.M. to six A.M. Think you can handle that?”

“I don’t work nights.”

“What happened to ‘any’ job?’”

Mike slouched back into his chair, thinking about the offer. He really did need the job. Nights may have been inconvenient, but not having a job at all would have been worse.

“When would I start?”

“Attaboy, Mikey,” Mr Raglan said. He wrote down the address and slid the card over. “Tonight should work. There’s no way you can lose this gig, just keep people out. Good thing is, there’s nobody there for you to punch.”

***

Mike pulled into the lot of Freddy’s, feeling the rough pavement bounce his car. Nobody had been in or out of the place in a while, but time had weathered the asphalt to a cracked, pale mess. The building’s outer lights were already on, but he thought nothing of it. Mr. Raglan had told him about the building’s aged wiring system, how lights would flicker on and off, and how the power would randomly shut down.

Slamming the door of his car, he walked up to the wire gate enveloping the door. He tried to pry at it to get it open before seeing the lock and pulling out the key he had been given.

“Jesus, this place is creepy,” he said quietly when he had finally entered. The lights on the inside were also on, but just dimmed enough for him to need to squint to see clearly.

Even in the dark, he could see how stained and cracked the linoleum floor was. Broken pieces of the floor chipped under his feet as he walked into the hallway. Turning the corner, he pushed the door of the office open.

He jolted back quickly, seeing a shadowed figure standing right in front of him. His brain could hardly process what he was seeing before his hand shot up, swinging quickly to make contact with the shadow’s face.

“Holy shit, I’m so sorry,” Mike blurted quickly when he saw the figure reel back into the monitor’s light, revealing a woman in a security jacket. She covered her nose with both hands, trying to stop the blood from flowing out of it and landing on the floor.

“What’s your problem, you ass?” she asked, her voice nasally as she squeezed her nostrils together.

[jesterjazz]

Title: Another Day in the Future Pairing: Jimmy Neutron/Timmy Turner Rating: Gen Word Count: ~6K Ao3 link

--- It was one of those rare days where there was nothing major going on. The stars only align like this every few months. Jimmy was in his lab as usual. Libby and Sheen were on a date. Carl was at the zoo. Cindy? Who knows, who cares? Certainly not him. All was right with the world. The multiverse was quiet. Well... Aside from one glaring issue.

"Jimmy. Jimmy Jam. James. James Isaac Neutron. Uh... What is that Cindy calls you? Nerdtom? Nerdtron! Nerd the candy. Candyman." 

Timmy Turner wouldn't shut up. 

Jimmy refused to respond to any of those nicknames. He was far too busy working on his blueprints. Turner was in his lab being a nuisance, touching everything. Despite the number of times Jimmy had told him not to touch anything. Even going as far as to actively shake the chair that the boy genius was sitting on. It was taking everything in Jimmy’s power to not lose it. 

"Jonathan." Turner shook the chair harder. How Goddard was able to sleep through all this ruckus was beyond him.

"That’s not even close to my name.” Not-Jonathan whipped his head towards the most annoying person in his lab. Probably the entire multiverse. “What in the name of science do you want, Turner?"  

Turner shrugged, unaffected. "I'm bored.” He let go of the chair. His eyes went wide with an idea. “Ooh, can we create a bad guy to defeat again? That was fun."

Jimmy rolled his eyes, "You never learn."

"Nope!" Timmy smiled wide. As if his buck teeth needed more exposure.

“Why don't you play poker with your holograms?” 

“He’s banned.” Cosmo said from a distance. Jimmy didn’t bother turning around. The holograms liked to play random board games off to the side. They were unintrusive, unlike their creator. They liked to play chess, monopoly, and apparently some fairy related board games? 

Jimmy didn’t ask questions anymore. The one time he did, he got sucked in for about three days straight. It was brutal. Friendships and marriages were tested.

“Timmy is scary good at poker.” Wanda said.

“What? No way, you guys are just bad at lying.” Timmy protested. A valiant effort to defend his non-existent honor, but ultimately a useless one.

“It’s not fair!” Cosmo threw down his cards. The cards flew over Jimmy’s workstation and landed helter-skelter all over his blueprints. 

"Why don't you just go home?" Jimmy brushed aside the loose cards. The mess would be future Jimmy’s problem. 

"Vicky is babysitting again," The three of them intoned. It was eerie how in sync they could be at times.

Ah yes, the babysitter: Vicky. One of the cruelest people Jimmy had ever had the misfortune of interacting with. They only met once, but the memory of clinging onto the seat for dear life and then being thrown out of a car kept him up on random nights. The world Timmy lived in was absolutely terrifying. No wonder he didn’t want to return. Especially with a babysitter like that.

His friend would often complain about his babysitter. It was odd to know he had one, especially since they were only one year apart in age. Jimmy’s own parents were always around or made his grandma come over. He shuddered at the thought of the last time his grandma was supposed to take care of him. Still, he’s been able to stay home alone more often than not. Not like Turner ever had that opportunity.

"Well, that is her job,” Jimmy continued sketching out a small device. “My job is to work on an upgrade to make travel between dimensions more convenient for the team." 

It’s been something he’s been meaning to do for a while. Traveling between different worlds had become a bit of an inconvenience. First he would need to track down Danny, Spongebob, Timmy, bring them back to the lab or whatever meeting place they were at, and fill them in on the details. Then they’d split up. If they got lost then that took up extra time to track the lost member down. 

It was a whole tedious process. 

Designing something handheld that each member of the team could carry with them would be useful. It would help with communication and knowing everyone’s location, especially in a time of a crisis. It could also make transportation between universes a lot smoother.

"Oh!” Timmy shook the chair again. Jimmy was going to defenestrate Turner one of these days. “I know what you should do instead. You should build a meeting area. It can be in space." 

“You know you could just wish that up, Sport.” In the corner of Jimmy’s eye, he could see Wanda flying right next to her creator. 

“Oh yeah.” Timmy blinked. “Nah, later. I want to annoy Jimmy right now.” 

Jimmy sighed as he put his pencil down. “Having you here irritating me this only seems to be a disservice to my future self." 

"Hey…” His friend smirked, never a good sign. “Future self, huh? You ever wonder what you're going to be like in the future?" 

"Nope." Jimmy shut that down.

"Why not?"

"I already know.” He held up his blueprints, tilting his head. Did they look right? No. Something was missing. He put them down. “I'm going to get multiple Nobel Peace Prizes, be rewarded for helping make advances in science, and not be married to Cindy."

"And how do you know that?" Timmy crossed his arms. 

"Because I built a portal to the future." Jimmy said, erasing a detail he didn’t like. He was going to redraw that one bit again.

"What?” Timmy pushed Jimmy’s chair. “When was this?" The table shook with the force of Timmy’s push, sending his pencil flying across the room. 

Jimmy heaved a long-suffering sigh.

His attempts to get anything done would always be foiled as long as Turner was here. At least one of the holograms teleported his pencil back. While they were bound to Timmy’s chaotic whims, they still did things of their own volition.

He remembered his friend’s question, "Oh. A few months before we made Shirley." 

“Huh… Do you still have it?”

“It should be somewhere in the back of the lab,” he said absentmindedly, vaguely gesturing to the back. Mm, erasing pencil lines was annoying. Maybe he should just start over.

“Cool!” Timmy ran off.

Finally, peace and quiet. 

Jimmy enjoyed it for about five seconds before the implications nearly knocked him onto the floor. He jumped out of his seat and went after Turner. He was not going to let Turner mess with time. Let alone unsupervised.

“Is this it?” Timmy stood right in front of the Chrono Arch. 

“How many times in the past have we messed with time?” Wanda crossed her arms.

“This is different. Now we're messing with the future.” Timmy smiled.

“He’s got a point there.” Cosmo mused.

“No, you will not.” Jimmy approached them and the arch. “That’s odd. There should be a sheet covering it.” 

“Well, there isn’t.” 

Said sheet was sitting in a puddle on the floor to the side, discarded. He could've sworn he covered it. Last time, he swore to himself that he’d never  mess with his future ever again. 

Dictator Libby was enough for one afternoon adventure.

Timmy cracked his knuckles, wiggling his fingers as he reached out to push some buttons.

“Turner!” Jimmy pulled him away by the collar before he could do so. He was getting way too good at stopping Timmy moments before disaster. “Let me handle this. How far into the future do you want to see?” 

He looked over to see if everything was still stable. The machine was still plugged in. Odd. 

“Mm.” Timmy tapped his shoes. “I don’t know. Ten years?” He glanced at Cosmo and Wanda. Cosmo only shrugged.

Ten years? They would only be in their early twenties. Well, there was no doubt Jimmy would find some success. He’d probably be in college, finishing up a master’s… Or maybe even a doctorate.  

While his parents wanted him to stay in elementary school to be around other kids his age, they didn't have those same restrictions when it came to his later teen years. If he played his cards right he could probably finish up high school early. A vague plan, but a plan nonetheless.

The next ten years didn't seem that interesting. Just boring high school stuff he had seen in movies. Music, dancing, and unrealistic romantic woes.

The last time Jimmy ran the machine he did at least fifteen years to see what he was like in his mid twenties. He was thriving, along with his other friends. 

“Ten years feels a bit too soon.” Jimmy summarized his thoughts. 

“Uh… Twenty years!” Timmy said. Twenty years into the future. It seemed so far away. He’d be in his thirties, basically an old man. 

“I hope there’s flying cars!” Cosmo said.

“Cosmo sweetie, we can already fly.” Wanda reminded him.

“Oh yeah…”

“Alright,” Jimmy punched in the exact date twenty years into the future. “Let’s have a look at Retroville twenty years from now.” He turned the machine on.

The boys peered through the archway to see future Retroville. It seemed altogether more stylish, with better paved roads, floating billboards, and robots patrolling the sidewalks. 

People were wearing sleek futuristic outfits. 

Jimmy searched for his future self. He landed on a house with a rainbow flag. Calling it a house was an understatement, it was almost a mansion. There his future self was, sitting in a living room surrounded by prizes. He looked unbothered by life, and more importantly, there was no Cindy in sight to bother him. Hopefully he was far away from Timmy Turner as well.

“Seems like everything is as it should be.” Jimmy stepped back from the Chrono Arch, arms akimbo as he admired a future where things were calm and he was successful.

“What about me?” Timmy crossed his arms.

Jimmy rolled his eyes, “I don't know if we’d even be friends that far in the future.” Of course everything had to be about or related to Turner. “Who’s to say you would even be in Retroville?”

Timmy grinned with mischief in his eyes, “Let’s find out.” Then he ran right into the portal. 

“Timmy!” The holograms yelled and flew right after their creator. 

“How did I end up with Vicky’s job?” Jimmy wondered aloud to his empty lab. There was only one thing he could do. He ran through the Chrono Arch.

The lights were blinding. Traveling through time or between different dimensions did not get any easier. 

“This place looks cool!” Timmy yelled, which made Jimmy flinch. His ears were still ringing a bit. 

Turner never seemed to be affected by these sorts of things. Were those the consequences of having holograms teleporting him anywhere? Did that make things easier? He would do more research, but Timmy was very protective of Cosmo and Wanda. 

After Jimmy’s eyes adjusted, he looked around. It was still very much Retroville. They landed in a more suburban area. Not a place Jimmy frequented. This was more where the upper middle class were located. His parents were regular middle class.

He only knew where they were because this street went all out during Halloween. There would be fake skeletons, grand decorations,  and oh, the candy would be marvelous.

This was probably the street where his future self lived. Nice.

The holograms were no longer in their fairy forms. Instead they had morphed into oddly colored squirrels, sitting right next to Timmy.

“Turner!” Jimmy yelled, Timmy’s wonder crashed into annoyance at Jimmy’s voice. “You weren't supposed to go into the future.” Jimmy’s eyes widened in panic. He patted himself down. “Darn it, and we have no means of getting back.”

Jimmy didn’t even have Goddard with him. At least last time he was in the future with Carl and Sheen, the robo- dog was there to help make travel easier.

“Speak for yourself, I have Cosmo and Wanda to poof me back. You however, seem very unprepared.” Timmy said.

“We are not going to leave Jimmy stranded in the past.” Wanda scolded.

“Thank you Wanda. I came unprepared because you ran here with no warning.” Jimmy said.

“You saw my scheming face.” Timmy shrugged. “You were warned.” 

“Not the point.” Jimmy groaned. “Let’s go find James.” He started walking.

“Who’s James?” Timmy jogged up to him. That jog became a walk, matching Jimmy’s pace.

“Future me, I don't want to say future Jimmy a hundred times.”

“Oh. That makes sense. Do we call my future self something else too?”

“Thomas does sound like a more grown up name.”

“Thomas?!” Timmy stopped. “You think my name is Thomas? Ew.”

Jimmy smiled at his friend’s distress in the slowly growing distance between them.

Timmy caught up to him, “Why are we even friends? I thought you knew me.” 

“If your full name isn't Thomas then what is it?”

“Timothy.”

Jimmy snorted, “Timothy? Timothy Turner.”

“Timothy Tiberius Turner.”

“Your dimension is obsessed with alliteration.”

“Nope, just my parents.”

Jimmy opened his mouth, ready to insult them. He closed it. Timmy didn't mention his parents often. Though from the little bits of information that Jimmy has been able to gather from context clues and through interacting with them, they didn't seem like the best. 

Yet Timmy was still fond of them. He got defensive if anyone implied otherwise. It wasn't worth the petty squabble. 

They kept walking.

“So what are we looking for?” Timmy broke the silence.

“James’ house. I saw it briefly before we went.” 

“You remember it?”

“Barely.” Jimmy sighed. “I know it had a flag outside.”

“Like that?” Timmy pointed to a rainbow flag.“What country is that?” 

“No country has that flag.” Jimmy said. 

It’s odd. He didn’t understand why he would have a rainbow flag outside his residence at all.

“I’m pretty sure there’s a country with that flag.” Cosmo said. 

The two boys and the two squirrels went up the porch. Timmy knocked on the door.

"Honey, I told you to remember your keys-" James opened the door and took a double take. Wheels seemed to turn in his head before he looked down to stare at the boys. "Not you two again."

"Again?" Jimmy asked. This was the first time he had gone to this version of the future. 

Timmy went inside. "Sweet place you got."

"He says that every time." James rolled his eyes, turning on his heel to follow Timmy in.

"Every time?” Jimmy asked.  Alarm bells were starting to go off in his head. “Have we been here before?"

James stepped to the side, “Just come on in." He gestured into the house, a tired yet soft smile appeared. Jimmy doesn't think he’s ever worn that expression before.

Before the future was alluring and full of promise. It was supposed to be exciting. Now that he was there faced with an older version of himself made things feel different. 

It made it real. 

One day he was going to have all of this. Success wasn't a question, it was a guarantee. 

Something would happen that would make him wear this emotion so easily on his face. That was scary, because he had no idea what would cause it.

He stepped inside, regardless of his misgivings. It was his portal that brought Timmy here and he was going to bring him back to the past. Possibly kicking and screaming. 

The inside was bigger than he expected it to be. There was a living room to the left. Timmy was already taking everything all in. The walls were a rich rusty color, and a light green rug contrasted the rich black couch and loveseat. They had soft pink pillows on top with cute little hearts. One pillow was full of rainbow hearts, which seemed like an odd design choice. 

Little trinkets lined the fireplace. Jimmy… Begrudgingly admitted to himself that he was too short to see the top but he could see the edge of a snowglobe  that said Dimmsdale. Something else seemed to have Phantom’s logo on a plush of some kind? Merch perhaps? Following that line of logic, there must also be something from Bikini Bottom, but there were more than three items on the mantel. A hint of new members in the future? Fascinating.

His Nobel Peace Prizes were on full display on a different shelf, the same ones he saw when Sheen and Carl were first looking at their futures months ago.

It was sleek yet cozy. Lived in, but there were no pictures hung up. Which seemed like an odd detail, or lack of one. 

Timmy stood on the other side of the room closer to the television. At least that’s what Jimmy assumed it was. It looked a lot flatter than any television he had ever seen.  It sat on a television stand, books lining the shelves below. Classic literature mixed with... What the hell was a Crimson Chin? Why did his future self have volumes of it?

“What’s this?” Timmy picked up a controller.

“It’s the newest gaming system, I got it as a favor in advance.” James said.

“Really? Cool!” 

Jimmy turned to his future self with suspicion. “Since when did we get into video games and comic books?” He asked. Sure, Jimmy liked video games, but not to this extent.

“My spouse’s hobbies.” James said.

Jimmy eyebrows raised in surprise at that. He got married? But- His true love was science!

As if his future self knew exactly what he was thinking, he raised his hand up from his pocket, showing off a wedding ring with a comforting smile. 

Timmy shook the controller, still in his own little world, “How do I start playing?”

“Nope.” James snatched the controller out of Timmy’s hand. “It’s supposed to be a surprise gift for my partner.”

Jimmy liked using his big vocabulary but this seemed excessive. Why wasn’t his future self just saying wife? He hadn’t even dropped one pronoun, almost carefully sticking to gender-neutral words. 

"Are Cindy and I still married in this version of the future?" Jimmy asked.

"No." James replied, almost annoyed. “You really think Cindy is into video games and comics? She’s too busy being a senator.”

“Cindy and I aren’t married. This is truly the best future!” Jimmy started doing a little dance. “Wait, she’s a senator?”

"Enough about Nerd Brain over there, I wanna know about my future!" Timmy whined. 

"For the last time Turner, we are in future Retroville. Not future Dimmsdale." Jimmy turned to James. "Tell me we aren't still friends in the future."

"That's one way of putting it." James stifled a laugh.

Jimmy raised an eyebrow, "I highly doubt I've always been this vague."

“I’m being vague for a reason. We need to get you two back, the past is already changing with every second you stay here, and I’d like the present to stay exactly how it is." James said.

"Even in the future you're still so pushy and demanding." Timmy pulled a face. “Can I play at least one game?”

“No.”

The door opened with a squeal of hinges, and a stranger walked in. 

"Hey Handsome," he said, his face obscured by armfuls of  grocery bags.

"T- Babe! Hi. I think you should stay outside." James said.

"You seem tense." The stranger put the groceries down on the counter. 

Jimmy noticed the buck teeth first, then the wedding ring. The same one his future self wore. 

His heart stopped. 

No. 

His worst fears were realized when Future Timmy pulled Future Jimmy closer, the same way his dad would his mom. Then Future Jimmy and Future Timmy started kissing. The world slowed down. Dramatic classical music blasted in Jimmy's mind. 

His future lips… Were on future Turner's.

"I think I'm going to faint. Or vomit. Or both." Timmy fell backwards.

Jimmy couldn't stop staring. How did this happen? What? When? Why? How? What?!

The future was still messed up. That was the only logical reason.

Future Timmy pulled away from his future self. Good. He needs to stay away. Very far away. A separate dimension far away. Several dimensions.

“Woops. Didn't see those two.” Timothy rubbed the back of his neck.

“I always tell you, you need to be more aware of your surroundings. How many times have I had to save your sorry butt?” James raised an eyebrow.

“I lost count.” Timothy shrugged. “Besides you love my butt, Sweetbuns.”

James laughed. 

Jimmy and Timmy cried.

“Make it stop.” Jimmy groaned.

“This is a fate worse than an afternoon with Vicky.” Timmy sat up.

“How did this even happen?” Jimmy asked.

"I was around eighteen? There was a party in Retroville. Do you remember who was throwing it?" Timothy turned to James.

"Libby, I think. Her parties were the only ones worth going to."

"Oh right. So Jimmy and I get there together, and there's booze. I want to try some but Jimmy starts being a buzzkill so I trick him into drinking."

"Cool!" Timmy said.

"Wait, how?" Jimmy asked.

"Reverse psychology with a pinch of peer pressure." James sighed. "Timmy isn’t as dumb as he seems. He can actually be quite clever, when he wants to be."

Timothy smiled, "Aw-"

"I'm still mad at you for that." James threw a soft elbow into Timothy’s ribs.

Timothy let out a soft oof before wrapping an arm around James’ waist. "It's been like ten years! Plus we're married." 

Jimmy covered his eyes. This was not happening.

"I don't see how that is relevant." James said.

"Anyway, drunk Jimmy is an absolute riot.” An evil little smile grew on Timothy’s face. “He was starting to strip, getting really cuddly, he tried to get in some fights, he started crying over a penny." 

Timothy started to laugh, and James, mock offended, shoved hands at his shoulders to push him away, which only made Timothy laugh harder, though his arm stayed firmly around James’ waist.

Timmy made a disgusted face and Jimmy nodded in agreement. How could they have fallen so far? How could they have fallen for each other? One night drinking caused this??? Yeah, no. He was swearing off alcohol. Forever. The loss of brain cells from drinking clearly affected him.

James playfully rolled his eyes, "I was being set up. Everyone was trying to get me drunk!"

"Because you never got drunk before. It was... Incredible.” Timothy’s eyes brimmed with emotion as he stared ats James. “But then he started vomiting, and that was not so great. I barely drank so it was up to me to take care of him. Then Jimmy starts going on and on about how great I am and then drops the bomb that he loves me, then passes out." 

Jimmy clenched his fists, cheeks burning. "Why would I even be so foolish as to drink alcohol?" 

“I got curious and Timmy really knows how to push my buttons.” James said.

“That’s not the only thing I can do.” Timothy smirked.

“Babe.” James, honest to Einstein, giggled. 

“Ahhh!” Jimmy covered his eyes. He did not want to think about the idea that one day in the future he was going to have intercourse with Timmy ‘two plus five equals six, right?’ Turner. “I need to bleach my eyes and sand down my ears.”

“Same.” Timmy gagged.

Jimmy sat down on the couch. This was too much information, and he really loved information. Not this kind. Never this kind again.

It was utterly mind boggling. How could he- When? 

"Wait, what about us? When did we- You fall for Timmy?" Jimmy asked.

James sighed. "Thirteen."

"What?" Both Timmys said.

"Thirteen? That’s two years from now." Jimmy started panicking. 

There could be no way in hell that he falls in love with Timmy Turner in about two years' time. Yet the proof was in front of him. A life, domestic and cozy with that insane buck-toothed boy. 

"Wait, you never told me you liked me for that long." Timothy said.

"It's cheesy." James said. "It was on a recon mission. So we were gathering information on some mountains. There was a rock slide and Timmy pulled me out of the way."

"That's it?" Timmy tilted his head. "That's kind of boring, if that's all it takes then I guess I won't save you from any falling rocks."

"I don't need saving from falling rocks." Jimmy said.

"Clearly you do." Timmy poked him in the arm.

"Do not! Are there any rocks here?" 

"I wish-"

Jimmy covered Timmy's mouth.

"I fall in love with him? Him? That can't be right... So he saved my life. We save each other all the time. Why was that any different?" Jimmy pleaded to know.

"It just was." A soft smile appeared on James’ face. "I was so grateful when Timmy pulled me out of the way. So many times I had to be the one to think of a way out of the situation, it felt so rare whenever someone else had to do that for me. Yet here Timmy was, constantly doing that. It felt inevitable…"

Jimmy's chest started to feel weird. His hand got wet- Damnit, did Timmy just lick his hand?!

"Ew!" Jimmy ripped his hand away.

“You didn’t let me talk!” Timmy glared.

“You deserve a muzzle.” Jimmy wiped his hand on Timmy’s shirt.

Timmy screamed. 

“Aw, we are so cute.” Timothy cooed. “Wait- Do you have Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof on you?”

“What’s a poof?” Timmy turned to his future self.

Cosmo and Wanda winked into existence over Timmy’s head. 

“You remember us?” Wanda’s eyes widened. 

“Neat!” Cosmo smiled.

Timothy gasped, almost tearing up. “Yeah, Jorgen didn’t take my memories. Saving the multiverse and Fairy World a few times gives you that sort of privilege.”

“We save Fairy World? Multiple times? Us?” Timmy asked. It didn't seem like that far of a stretch. After all, he was on a team dedicated to keeping the multiverse safe.

“Yup. My Cosmo and Wanda retired but they still visit me every so often. I guess Poof hasn’t- I should keep that one a surprise.” Timothy zipped his lips.

“Cool! I get to keep my memories of Cosmo and Wanda.” 

“You were going to forget about them?” Jimmy asked.

“It’s…” Timmy rubbed the back of his neck, looking away. “It’s a story for another time.”

Jimmy eyed his friend, “What do you mean-” 

“Who wants cookies?” Timothy clasped his hands, breaking the tension.

“Me!” Timmy got up and ran to the grocery bags, ravaging through them.

Timothy whistled with fake innocence. Jimmy turned to his future self but James only put his hands up.

Whatever. He’ll confront Turner about it later.

“What on Earth possessed you to fall in love with him?” Jimmy gestured to the two Timmys. The fear ran through this heart. There were two of them. Over there, bonding over cookies. The holograms were buzzing with energy.

How the world hadn’t exploded yet was beyond him.

“I’ve spent the last twenty years asking myself that every same question. Why him?” James grabbed a cookie and passed it over to Jimmy. “Long story short; he makes me happy.” He shrugged.

“He’s nothing but a nuisance that causes problems for everyone else to deal with.” Jimmy grabbed the cookie and bit into it angrily.

“We did that a lot as a kid too.”

“Wha- Did not!” Jimmy covered his mouth trying not to let the crumbs fall onto the floor.

James pulled up his hand and started counting off different incidents they were responsible for, “Pants, aliens, nanobots, the N-men, evil clone-”

“Okay.” 

“Addictive candy, permanent sickness, rapid aging, I can keep going.” James gave a mischievous smile. 

“We fixed all of those issues.”

“We also caused them.”

A rebuttal was on the tip of Jimmy’s tongue.

“Oh my God-” Timothy pushed his younger self out of the way to get over to the gaming system. “Is this?”

“Hey!” Timmy pouted, on the floor. 

“It’s exactly what you think it is.” James said.

“It’s not even out yet.” Timothy was completely mesmerized.

“I know. I’m the best.” James put his arms around Timothy’s waist. “I was going to set it up before you got back but I was interrupted.” James glared at the kids. 

“If you’d opened that up without me getting to hear you go on and on about the latest advancements in gaming I would've divorced you.” Timothy kissed James on the cheek.

“You should divorce anyway.” Timmy said in between bites. The crumbs fell onto the wooden floor. 

“Overruled.” Timothy smiled. They began kissing again. 

Jimmy ripped his gaze away from them. Maybe Dictator Libby wasn’t the bad future. Maybe this was the bad future. “Alright. That’s enough.” Timmy stood up. “Cosmo and Wanda, I wish we were back in Jimmy’s lab in our own time!”

---

When they got back to the lab they stood in silence. There was a lot to unpack.

"So, we get married in the future." Timmy started off, breaking the awkward silence.  

"Don't remind me.” Jimmy held his head in his hands. “This is somehow worse than that future where I was married to Cindy."

"Hey! I don't exactly want to get married to you either, calling you Handsome and Sweetbuns." Timmy shivered.

Jimmy covered his ears. "Please stop talking!"

"I can't stop thinking about it!"

"Neither can I!"

"Agh."

"Aghggh!"

They glared at each other. 

Jimmy could never and would never fall in love with Timmy Turner. He simply refused it. 

It was still impossible to wrap his head around it. This was coming from a boy genius who could understand anything.

How could their lives ever lead to marriage? They could barely agree in the present. It made no logical sense. It made less than no sense. It made negative sense.

Wanda and Cosmo transformed back into their default fairy forms. 

“Oh come on, marriage isn't the worst thing in the world. Right sweetie?” She smiled at her husband.

“Marrying Wanda was one of the best decisions I ever made,” Cosmo simpered. 

“Aww,” Wanda cooed.

"It might work out for you two, but for Timmy and I marriage is completely illogical. I cannot believe my future self not only entertained the idea but went forward with it. At least in a heterosexual-"

"Pfft.” Timmy interrupted. “You said sex." 

Cosmo giggled along with Timmy.

“Oh stop it you two,” Wanda said and they stopped.

Jimmy rolled his eyes, "In a male-female relationship there is at least the possibility of bearing offspring."

"Offspring?" Timmy titled his head.

"A baby." Jimmy explained.

"Oh. Yeah no, I can't have a baby.” 

"I can!" Cosmo chimed in. 

Jimmy and Timmy stared at him. Apparently this was also new news to Timmy. It only adds to the theory that perhaps Turner got the holograms from somewhere else. 

Wanda only nodded in confirmation. 

"I'm not addressing that. In a homo-" Jimmy groaned. "A male-male relationship, I could see the potential benefits-"

"See, that's why you're gay in the future." Timmy said. 

"WE ARE BOTH GAY IN THE FUTURE!" Jimmy, honest to God, wanted to lunge at Turner.  

"Lalalalala!" Timmy covered his ears. "Cosmo, Wanda, I wish I couldn't hear Jimmy."

The two holograms did as they were told. They raised their wands, and beams of light with a shower of little sparkles fell from them.

One day Jimmy was going to pop Turner like a balloon. Preferably before their wedding. Scratch that, their wedding day would never happen because Turner would be dead. 

"Real mature, Turner." Jimmy shook his head and crossed his arms. “Can you tell him that I said we need to talk about this?”

“Jimmy says he thinks you should still talk to him.” Cosmo said.

“Nope.” Timmy turned away from Jimmy.  “I’m going to ignore him for the rest of my life.” 

“Timmy says-”

 “I can still hear him Cosmo.” Jimmy cut him off. Cosmo frowned. The hologram was only trying to help. “Thank you though.”

“Timmy, you can't ignore Jimmy forever.” Wanda said.

“Yes, I can.” Timmy crossed his arms. “Watch me.” 

Jimmy walked in front of him, “You’re still in my lab!”

Timmy closed his eyes and turned in another direction.

Jimmy groaned, “I can’t believe my future self would ever agree to marrying you!”

“Jokes on you, Fudgehead. I can't even hear you.” Timmy stuck his tongue out at Jimmy.

Jimmy started violently shaking Turner.

Wanda pointed her wand at Jimmy and dragged him to the other side of the lab.

“Aw, I hate seeing couples fight.” Cosmo said.

“We’re not a couple!” The two kids shouted. 

“Oh no, they’re divorcing.” Cosmo grabbed his wife in fear. “Wanda, we have to fix this.” He shook her.

“They aren't even married yet!” Wanda pushed Cosmo off of her. She looked back at the two boys in front of her. “Err- Will be? Time travel is tricky.”

“I do not want to get married. No way, especially not to peanut skull over there.” Timmy said.

There had to be a way to get out of this situation. He just needed to think, think, t h i n k.

Brain blast. 

“What if we just forget?” Jimmy thought aloud to himself. He started grabbing materials to make a device to forget.

“Forget? Uh, are you sure that’s a good idea kiddo?” Wanda asked.

“I’m very forgetful. I forgot where I put my lawn gnome the other day.” Cosmo said. 

Jimmy spread out the materials and started working on the device, “If we forget then we can live without the burden of knowing our future selves fates.” 

“Wait, what is Jimmy doing?” Timmy looked back and forth between the three of them. “I wish I could hear Jimmy again.” 

Cosmo and Wanda raised their wands. The “wish” came true.

“You’ve finally come to your senses.” Jimmy said flatly.

“What were you saying before?” Timmy asked.

“We clearly don't like knowing we’re married, so let’s change that.” Jimmy started putting the pieces together. “I can build an amnesia ray-” “I saw one back over there.” Timmy pointed in a random direction with a strange amount of conviction. 

“I don’t remember building such a thing.” Jimmy scratched his head, putting down the pieces. “Of course you wouldn’t remember. It’s an amnesia ray. Duh.” Cosmo said.

He almost hated how much that made sense.

“Well, let’s grab it and forget this awful day.” Jimmy saud.

“Wait!” Timmy tackled him. 

“What in the name of Einstein are you doing?” Jimmy tried to glare at Turner but that proved futile. All he could do was kick and punch the air and floor. 

Timmy sat on the genius’ back, “You’re trying to entrap me in a marriage.”

“Excuse me?” Jimmy stopped.

“I know a loophole when I see one. If we forget, then we get married. If we remember, then we won't get married. You want us to get married.”

Jimmy’s jaw dropped. “What?” Darn it, he did not think of it that way. “I don’t want us to get married at all!” 

Timmy narrowed his eyes. “I’m onto your games, Neutron.” 

“That’s enough.” Wanda pointed her wand at the boys and pushed them to opposite sides of the lab. “You two are acting ridiculous. One, marriage isn’t something that just happens. It’s a commitment. One you make every single day. That type of love comes once in a lifetime for humans. Your future selves were deeply in love. They experienced things you’ve yet to, their decision may not make sense now but who’s to say it won’t later down the line?”

“Yuck.” Timmy made a face.

“Absolutely not.” Jimmy folded his arms defiantly.

“Which brings me to point number two, you two are children.” Wanda reminded them.

“So don’t worry so much about marriage.” Cosmo chirped.

“It’s been a long day.” Jimmy yawned. “Maybe we shouldn’t act with such haste.”

“I guess you guys are right. It’s been a crazy day. I wish we could just forget this ever happened.” Timmy sighed.

Jimmy’s eyes widened. “Turner-”

“Wait!” Timmy yelled.

Cosmo’s wand flashed.

---

It was one of those rare days where it was quiet in the lab. Jimmy worked on some projects that he had been avoiding. Carl and Sheen were both independently busy. The multiverse was quiet, well... Aside from one boy with gigantic teeth.

"Jimmy, I'm bored." Timmy Turner said.

"And that is my problem because...?" Jimmy asked as he screwed in a piece for his working prototype for a new communication device.

"Because- Woah!"

Jimmy turned around. It was him but taller? Him as an adult.

Future Jimmy shot a laser at Chrono Arch. It exploded into nothingness.

"What are you doing?" Jimmy ran over to the newly destroyed portal.

"You two keep going into the future, get freaked out, decide to forget, go back into the future, get freaked out- It's annoying. Cute the first few times, but I'm at my limit." Future Jimmy threw a small box towards Timmy. "Have fun."

Timmy caught the box, "Decimator 2: Destiny's Revenge. Cool! This isn't even out yet." 

"He's so easily entertained." Future Jimmy said, with a slight fondness.

"Do you remember the last time he had a copy of Decimator?" Jimmy glared at his future self, trying to get a hold of Timmy but he already ran away to cause chaos.

"Of course I do, you can handle it. You always do." Future Jimmy ruffled his hair. 

"Hey!" Jimmy tried to fix his hair.

"Take care. Don't try to kill each other." Future him punched something onto his wrist device. They made eye contact. “I shouldn't say anything but, good luck. I promise it will be worth the wait.”

“What’s worth the wait?” Jimmy asked.

Future Jimmy only glanced at Timmy. 

Before Jimmy could ask what he meant but his future self already left. 

“Uh… Jimmy. I think I broke something.” Timmy held up the broken prototype Jimmy was working on not even three minutes ago.

Oh. 

Oh, a thousand deaths for Timmy Turner. His future self was definitely talking about planning the perfect method to get rid of one of the most idiotic children he ever had to meet. That had to be it. There was no other logical explanation. Turner’s death would be wonderful and it would be worth the wait.

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a/n: I tried to find the most accurate feminine version of each name. i wasn't sure whether to turn nicole's surname into a feminine version or not, because of the debate about gogol being ukrainian or russian. i kept the surname the same, so sorry if it's inaccurate. not proofread!

Feodora Dostoevskaya

- Her chief love language is acts of service, though these acts could border on terrifying if you weren't the one recieving the favors.

- You'd never doubt that she loves you, though, because to commit a crime for someone is the ultimate act of love.

- You think.

- She'll take care of any major inconvenience for you without you even mentioning it to her.

- If someone had stolen your identity, she'd find them, steal their identity back, and take you on a shopping spree.

- She has eyes everywhere, so never try to hide something that's burdening you. She'll figure it out, and help you fix it anyways.

- Feodora has never known how to express herself truthfully all that well. She may not be able to write a searingly beautiful love poem to the one she loves most, or show them a boombox below their bedroom window and blast a song to declare her love, but she can do other things.

- Her other favorite thing to do for you is play music. Nothing makes dear Feodora happier than seeing you in her audience, big or small, for the cello.

- Aside from cello, she can also play the piano and the harp.

- Feodora mostly plays classical music. However, she'd maybe be convinced to learn a pop or rock song for you. Only for you, though.

- She's also a great listener. She'd love to hear anything you have to say, losing her analytical skills as she gets lost in your voice.

- The only thing that the genius "demon" of the Decay can't figure out is how to stop biting her nails.

- Luckily, you're there to help, buying her press ons or even very short acrylics to stop her biting.

- Unfortunately, rats have very strong teeth. She appreciates the effort, and does her best to stop, though.

Nicole Gogol

- Nicole's chief love language is gifts.

- Whenever she sees you, she'll bring you something. It may be small, just a rock she found or a deck of cards, or it may be huge.

- Like, she-snuck-a-car-into-her-overcoat-large.

- The types of gifts will depend on how you react to them.

- If you get easily freaked out, she'd love to bring you someone's eyeball from her escapades for halloween, or matching lockets with both of your hair for your birthday.

- You're still not sure how she got your hair, and she won't tell you. A magician never reveals her secrets.

- However, if you're not all that squeamish, she'll surprise you in other ways.

- Have you ever seen an albino cat? A two-headed snake? A three-eyed fish? Have you?

- She'll take strange things from any circuses or shows she's travelled with, either to give or just to show you.

- Of course, she wanted to give you all the two headed animals, but you said there wasn't enough space in the house.

- You may serve as the voice of reason in the relationship, but Nicole has smarts of her own.

- She loves to read philosophy books with you, and ramble about her own theories.

- Even if you don't understand, she's glad you listen.

- Nicole loves to put on little magic shows, just for you.

- You've seen every attemptible trick in the book, and you wouldn't hesitate to see any of them again.

- Nicole moves so smoothly when she performs her tricks, and performs them so delicately that you're reminded of how much she cherishes you.

- She wouldn't do any of this for anyone else.

- Occasionally you even get to play assistant to Nicole, watching doves flit away while her arm wraps around you and holds you tight.

- You're always in the audience for dangerous tricks, though. She doesn't think she could bear to see you hurt.

- By the way, Nicole is really strong. Really, really strong. When she works out in the mornings, you often serve as a weight for her push ups.

Tatsumi Shibusawa

- Tatsumi's chief love language just has to be words of affirmation.

- Though she'll shower you with gifts and pay unending attention to you. her favorite thing is to compliment you.

- You are, after all, more amazing than any jewel she's ever seen.

- She loves to show off and impress you. Tatsumi is very vain, so seeing your eyes on her in wonder puts her on top of the world.

- She often tailors clothes for you. She knows your measurements by heart, and many visits to her have been accompanied by a gasp of surprise at a whole outfit completely unprompted.

- Speaking of which, you can expect to wear lots of matching clothes now.

- Whenever you go out, you're often matching. If not a full outfit, you both at least have silver necklaces on.

- Though cold, Tatsumi is a very sentimental person. She will keep anything you give her, and even a paper heart will recieve the same care as one of her crystals.

[imaredshirt]

“I should have killed you that night in Mexico City,” Ernesto says to Héctor as he holds up a half-empty bottle of tequila. “Should have killed you the very moment I had the chance.”

“Ah, you wouldn’t have had the guts,” Héctor says without missing a beat.

He never takes Ernesto’s grouchy threat seriously. Not when his friend has growled and grumbled and groaned the same empty words for years over any little inconvenience or annoyance he blames Héctor for.

When Héctor wakes him up to early to practice – “I'll kill you if you poke me again,” Ernesto gripes.

Héctor drinks all the coffee before Ernesto can get to it – “I should have killed you when I had the chance,” Ernesto whines in the middle of the kitchen.

Héctor embarrasses him in font of the Rivera family with another sappy tale of their childhood when Ernesto had moved Heaven and Earth to make sure his hermanito had something to eat at night – “Gah! I should have let you starve!” Ernesto  groans into his hands before adding a thousand embellishments to the story to make himself seem grander because his ego is just that big.

It’s an empty threat. It makes Héctor laugh sometimes.

Like now. He chortles to himself and nudges Ernesto’s empty shot glass closer to him. The movement sends Ernesto’s losing hand of playing cards sliding to the edge of the table. “Go on, you loser, drink up!”

Ernesto grumbles and pours himself his nth shot of clear liquor for the night.

Héctor can see Imelda over Ernesto’s shoulder, sitting at her desk by the window, head bowed over neatly arranged sheets of drawing paper. She’s singing to herself under breath as she works, sketching improvements to existing boot designs. A strand of silver hair falls over her brow.

Héctor begins to hum along to her beautiful voice until he hears Ernesto mutter, “I was planning to, you know.”

“Huh?” Héctor turns to him.

“Kill you,” Ernesto says. He’s shuffling the cards, lips twitching into something that’s not quite a snarl but close to it. “I planned it all for that night you left.”

Behind him, the sound of Imelda’s brothers laughing with Coco in the garden only vaguely catches Héctor’s attention. He leans forward on crossed arms, eyes the cards that Ernesto flicks across the table towards him. “The night I left?”

“When you left me in that cheap hotel in Mexico City ten years ago,” Ernesto says. “And took all your songs and your pinche guitar with you.” He’s done dealing out the cards when he meets Héctor’s eyes again. “I was going to kill you and take all of it for myself.”

Héctor narrows his eyes. “Oh yeah?”

“Yes. With rat poison, of all things,” Ernesto says. “But luck wasn’t on my side that night.”

Silence.

And then, as if on cue, they laugh. Héctor hugs his middle and tries not to send his cards flying. Ernesto’s shoulders are shaking and his head is bowed, laughing in that wheezy way of his that he’s only ever comfortable doing in the presence of people close to him.

Héctor says through his laughter, “I really piss you off that much, eh?”

“Every day,” Ernesto says. “Back then and even now – even now I still want to poison you.”

Any other man, and Héctor would blame the tequila for the harsh words. But this is Ernesto. The man just says things like that sometimes. Even his ridiculous jokes -even ones about abandoned murder attempts, apparently- sound charming with the way he speaks.

“You can try. But would the world really forgive you if you silenced this beautiful face forever?” Héctor gestures at his face with a flourish and gasps when Ernesto flicks a card at his nose. “Hey! Ouch!”

“Forget it,” Ernesto grouches. “I think if I try, Imelda will kill me a dozen times over.”

“I would enjoy that,” Imeda says without looking up from her work.

“I know.”

“Ah, well,” Héctor says. He pours them both shots of tequila and holds his glass up. “To failed plans and bright futures. Or, at least,” he adds, grinning lopsidedly at his friend. “At least to another ten years before you try again?”

He's had enough of the joke. He wants to end the night on a good note.

Ernesto stares at him for a long second before rolling his eyes with a scoff and raising his glass. “To bright futures and no more poison, I suppose. You’re too annoying to even get rid of at this point.”

“To being too annoying to get rid of!” Héctor crows and clinks their glasses together.

They drink, and get back to their game. Outside, the sun sets on a quiet evening at the Rivera home where everyone, at least for a good long time, lives happily.

[hongtiddiez]

last twilight e3 thoughts feelings etc

so in the past ive watched the episodes and digested them and come back and rewatched to put together my thoughts but im kinda crunched for time today and have a mountain of work to do sooo i'm just gonna do this in one sitting and i'm so sorry if it's not as good or as coherent as what i usually deliver aaa. it's also going to be a bit longer than normal probably but i'll try to cut down on stuff that seems unnecessary or maybe just too obvious to comment on.

OH ITS STILL REALLY LONG EVEN WITH EDITING I'M SO SORRY.

oh them being playful with each other is everything to me. oh my god and Mhok learned, he listened to Porjai and he learned to organize and clean and do things with Day as an active participant so he knows where everything is and is taking control of his own life. oh we're only 3 minutes in and i'm emotional, okay.

i do love that we get to see the way Day has isolated himself and that while his family haven't helped there's also a large part of it that is his doing. ive said it before but when you're newly disabled it can be so so easy to isolate yourself. hell, i've been diagnosed for almost 10 years and i still do it from time to time as my condition worsens because it's hard. there are so many questions you have to answer, there's the anxiety of not knowing if people are going to be accommodating to your needs, and sometimes it takes twice or even three times the energy it used to take before because every action is a little harder now. it can be terrifying to put yourself out there again and you will lose friends in the process. there will be people that don't understand, that find you to be an inconvenience, that won't make accommodations for you, and it will hurt every time but saying goodbye to those people is always ultimately for the better - but it doesn't make it hurt less. as much as i'd love the realism of it, i hope we don't have to see Day go through that.

Day's story about his friend is interesting, too. he says he doesn't want to be pitied by his friends but the thing is. they just did that, they accommodated their friend, and from the sound of it they did it without judgement. so why couldn't it be the same for him? it just shows more of his anxiety and his fear.

"i felt like my life was worthless. all i saw in people's eyes was insult."

screaming. crying. throwing up. i don't need to say anything about this but i thought you all should know it made me ill.

"once i'm ready you'll be the first to get my invitation card." Porjai and Mhok's friendship means so so fucking much to me.

here's the thing, my best friend and i dated in high school, we were 16 and fucking stupid and toxic and our home lives were shit and we took it out on each other and we made each other fucking miserable by the end of things. we didn't talk again for over five years. it took time to come back together, to heal and accept our own faults in what went wrong. we stumbled here and there as we came back together but now? almost 10 years later i don't know what i'd do without him. that's my platonic soulmate, that's the one person besides my husband i can share anything with. fuck, he knows more about my life than my husband does because he was there to see me at my worst, at the scariest point in my life where i almost wasn't around anymore to see tomorrow. that kind of friendship is so fucking special, i cannot even properly put it into words, and for Mhok to keep that? to have that with Porjai? i'm so fucking glad he has that. i'm so glad he got to keep his platonic soulmate.

small aside, i love that Mhok consistently announces himself to Day. it's a little action but it's so considerate. he's honestly doing such an incredible job.

Day puts his sunglasses on like armor; like they can shield him from the judging stares or looks of pity he can't see. maybe someday he won't need them, not because his heart has hardened to take the blows, but maybe because he knows Mhok is by his side. because remember - it's the way they look at us.

"i heard you wanted to take time off and focus on badminton" Night i'm going to drown you in your own toilet. this is just furthering my thoughts from episode 2 that Night is ashamed of his brother and his condition, or perhaps that the family is trying to hide his condition for some fucking stupid reason.

the bravery it took Day to come here and admit whats happening to his is huge, but i'm also in love with the admissions admin saying sure, you can have time off, but you're not allowed to quit. you're not allowed to give up on yourself.

"we must live with hope, Day" and that's it. you have to. you just have to. every day is going to be so hard and so much, you'll have good and bad days, but at least in all those days you'll have hope. and maybe someday that hope won't be for new eyes. maybe that hope will turn into acceptance, into determination, into pride at what you've accomplished in spite of it all. in my opinion, hope is an amazing fuel but it's not sustainable, it's just a vehicle to get you to where you need to be.

Mhok asking a blind man for a tour, oh fuck fuck fuckfuckufkcufk-- Mhok essentially saying show me your world exactly as you remember it, let me in. see how things have changed and how they've remained the same and do it with me by your side.

THE WAY MHOK SHIELDS HIM AT THE LIBRARY. DAY DOESN'T NEED TO WEAR HIS SUNGLASSES LIKE ARMOR BECAUSE MHOK IS BY HIS SIDE AS HIS SHIELD. chewing my own arm off brb.

"and you also have me. nothing to be afraid of" because i will always shield you, i will always protect you, i will stand by your side AAAA--

on part 3/4 now, i promise i'll shut the fuck up soon. if you've read this far pls take this as a smooch checkpoint, i'm giving you a little forehead smooch. have you had any water today? taken your meds? relax your shoulders, unclench your jaw.

ok back to it - Mhok continuously having Day make his own selections in these various machines. Day's fate is in his hands, he can do these things himself, but Mhok will be there with him the whole way.

"my eyes don't work well but my legs do just fine." this is such a massive leap from the man that wouldn't even leave his bedroom, from the man that was suffocating in his environment. Day is no longer a dying man, a shambling corpse. he is an active participant in his own life again.

"stay close to me, that's all i need" bitch i'm gonna throw up, you can't just hit me with that after that's all i've been saying this whole time what the fuck.

OH FUCK ME. okay. alright. hang on. so when they enter the shop Mhok describes it to Day, explains where the jeans are, where the shirts are, asks him what to do and what he wants to take a look at. this is a direct antithesis of Night in episode 1 asking where Day was going to wait for him, where he could leave him so he could get his shit done. Day isn't being asked to wait, to just sit idle while life passes him by, he's being asked what he wants to do, where he wants to go, what he wants to see. FUUUUUCK. and knowing Mhok is doing this because Day expressed that he liked dressing nicely? how the fuck am i supposed to just go to my job like a normal person after this episode.

wow the shirt buttoning scene just made me so mentally ill. right now, Mhok is doing his job. he's helping Day get dressed. but someday? someday this could be Mhok dressing Day not because he needs him to help but simply because Mhok likes doing to for Day. there's the sensuality of caring for your partner, of running your hands over the planes of their shoulders, of skimming your fingers down their chest to pluck every button. it's an exploration and a declaration of love. if we get this again in a future scene and it's something like that please remember me fondly because i will perish.

at the bookstore Mhok recognizing Day doesn't want to wait, but Day has become so accustomed to the other people in his life telling him what to do that he falls back into that behavior - but Mhok doesn't let him. he prioritizes Day's needs and desires, even if it's something as little as finding a book, without being asked.

THE LAST PAGE IS MISSING.

(because one can't see his future and the other can't see in the future, but also because they'll make their own ending, they'll face that when they get there, but they'll do it together -- what if i lost my shit completely of it?)

when Mhok leaves Day to get him a drink the camera is focused on Day and the clear warring emotions on his face but if you look in the background Mhok hesitates, he stops and turns a few times to look at day. he's reluctant to leave him and worried. Mhok worries so much but it's always so understated or in the background, covered by the emotions of others he values above himself. (or overlooked because of 'what type of person he is')

while its anxiety inducing i do enjoy this regression of behavior because adapting to a new life is hard. you will regress, you will stumble, you will fall into old habits or sometimes old fears will return. its what you do after that that is important. the one thing i hope doesn't happen is i hope this doesn't cause a rift with Porjai. i think Mhok needs her right now, maybe not forever, but definitely right now.

HE PUT ON THE FUCKING SHIRT. THE FUCKING SHIRT DAY COULD SEE FROM MARS. OH MY GOD. i know this doesn't need to be commented on, i know it's obvious, but FUUUUCK.

Day's mom trying to weaponize Mhok's past and Mhok taking the ammunition from her hands and telling Day himself. the acceptance of the past and the determination to move on and grow from it. Day's refusal to let the past repeat itself with a new caretaker. whoo boy.

and again Day wants to see Mhok, because even bruised and battered Mhok is worth seeing.

if the last episode ends with "sweet dreams/good night" i will be burying myself alive, thanks.

THE PINK SHIRT RUINING HIS BAD BOY IMAGE BECAUSE IT IS BEING RUINED. HE'S MOVING ON, HE'S GROWING, HE'S BECOMING A NEW PERSON. FUCK OFF.

i'm so so sorry this was so long, every episode makes me feel more and more things and makes me analyze shit more and more.

tagging @benkaaoi and @callipigio as requested (if you want to be added to my last twilight meta tag list just let me know!)

[resident-gay-bitch]

“can you believe it!” eddie exclaimed, his arms swinging out dramatically. his guitar slumped against his hips and made a screeching sound with the movement that made gareth’s ears ring.

“what now?” he said, sitting down behind his drum kit and taking a sip of the soda he just went to get.

“eddie was just wingeing-“ grant started.

“i was not wingeing!” eddie pointed a stern finger at him and continued plugging his guitar into the amp.

“complaining, then…?” jeff asked with a shrug, and when eddie didn’t protest that, he turned to gareth to explain, “eddie was just complaining about that chick at the hideout last night.”

“oh, the goth girl?” gareth asked, swallowing the lump in his throat. he was trying his best to stay calm, keep his composure, but he just can’t help but feel a little (insanely a lot) jealous right now. “cool… uh… what about her? did- was she not good, or-“

“eddie wouldn’t know.” grant snickered, and gareth flicked his eyes over to him cautiously.

“no?” he asked, treading carefully. “i thought you were going to take her home, man?”

yes, add “man” on the end to make it seem like friendly bro conversation and not like you’re trying to figure out how to navigate your jealousy and conceal your super secret sappy feelings for your bestest friend in the whole world.

“i was planning on it.” eddie sighed, stretching his back out, “i thought she was eye fucking me the whole time we were on stage, but she wasn’t, apparently.”

thank fuck, thank fuck, thank fuck, thank fucking fuck!

“oh.” gareth muttered, nodding his head slowly, playing it super cool.

“yeah…” eddie poked his tongue out, popping his hips to the side, “really cool.”

eddie was making a face at him that gareth knows means that eddie has experienced a minor inconvenience and he thinks it’s gareth’s fault. only, gareth doesn’t know why he’s making that face right now.

“super cool, because it was you she was ogling all night.”

oh. whoops?

“oh, erm… sorry?”

eddie burst out laughing and shook his head with a smile, “nah, don’t sweat it, dude. i’m sorry i tried to take your girl. maybe one of us could have lost our virginities after all, if we’d just payed a little more attention.”

yeah, no. that wouldn’t have happened, even if gareth noticed the cool goth girl looking at him. he only has eyes for eddie these days.

super hot fucking eddie, who’s stretching his arms above his head, letting his shirt ride up and show a delicious slither of silver skin that gareth wants to bite.

“i’m no even bothered by that.” eddie sighed, “i don’t care if she’s not into me. i don’t wanna lose my v-card to some random chick who’s not that into me, you know? i want a connection, at least.”

“fair enough.” jeff nodded, tuning up his guitar.

“so why are you wingeing about it then?” grant asked, always so kind he is. not. gareth laughed and double tapped his sticks on the snare as he watched eddie send their friend a mean glare.

“i’m not wingeing!”

“kinda were.” jeff muttered under his breath.

eddie turned his mean glare over to jeff and said, “what was that?”

“okay!” gareth butt in, slamming his foot down on the bass pedal to get their attention, “enough petty squabbling.”

eddie poked his tongue out at gareth and started to tune his guitar too, “whatever you say, gearbear.”

“shut the fuck up.” gareth groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically and hoping no one notices how badly that nickname makes him blush.

every fucking time!

“okay, but the bad part.” eddie tutted, eyeing the room as he listened to the note he was plucking for a moment. once he had it tuned right, he clapped his hands together, “the bad part- she was so mean for no reason, dudes!”

“oh no.” grant said, monotonous. gareth and jeff snickered under their breaths at his sarcasm. “she hurt your feelings. somebody call the waaa-mbulance.”

eddie glared at him for a moment, slowly leant over and picked up his jacket off the floor and chucked it at grant with full force. grant shrieked and jumped back with impact, and they all burst out laughing.

“guys, come on!” jeff said eventually, taking a few breaths to calm down, “we have to practice. eddie, finish your story, hurry up!”

“fine, mom!” he groaned and folded his arms over his chest. he looked over to gareth and broke out into a mischievous grin, and gareth shook his head at him and tried not to giggle. “basically, she just said a bunch of unnecessarily mean shit. like she called my sweetheart ‘kinda average’!”

“what!” gareth shreked, the other two boys joining in.

it was one thing to reject a guy in a dive bar, but it was another to call his most prized possession ‘kinda average’ when it’s clearly a work of art.

maybe gareth’s a little bias… but still. eddie’s axe is clearly fucking cool as shit.

“i know.” eddie fake sobbed, bringing the neck of his guitar up to his face to give it a little kiss as he stroked the strings, “it’s okay sweetheart. that girl was just delusional. you’re so beautiful.”

“wow, we’ve already reached the part in rehersal where eddie has uncomfortable chemistry with his guitar, and we’re only ten minuets in.” grant said, pointing over at eddie, “i think this is a new record. i think eddie and that inanimate object are going to need some privacy guys.”

“i think eddie needs a relationship, actually.” jeff countered with a laugh.

“hey!” eddie pressed a hand to his chest in mock offence.

“i will litteraly pay any of you all the money i have right now to go hold eddie’s hand for three seconds and temporarily cure his touch starvedness.” grant sighed.

“you guys are so mean!” eddie pouted his lip.

“i’ll risk it.” jeff sighed, “for all your money, i’ll risk eddie falling dramatically in love with me-“

“fuck off!” eddie kicked his foot out to knock jeff’s knee, “you’re nothing but a bunch of bullies… gareth, you still love me right?”

more than you know.

“that’s up for debate.” gareth shrugged.

eddie struck his hands over his chest and stumbled backwards into the wall, gasping for air as he slid his back down if and played dead.

“drama queen.” grant muttered.

“dude, get up.” jeff laughed, tossing his pic at eddie’s head, “are you done rambling about your failed attempt to pick up a chick? can we practice now?”

“no.” eddie grinned, jumping to his feet, “you know i need a good half hour of meaningless conversation before we jam.”

“you’re so lame.” jeff muttered, “give me my pick.” he said, starching it back from eddie.

“ooo! fiesty.” he giggled.

“come on, what else?” gareth asked, because he wants to know everything. he knows eddie will give him the full, over detailed recap later, but he’d rather have his conscience fully eased right now, rather than later.

“okay, you wanna know what else she said that just… like, why would she feel the need to say that?”

“what?” grant asked, “did she comment on the obvious chemistry between you and your guitar and not want to get in the way-“

eddie flipped him off and rolled his eyes, looking at gareth with a shake of his head, “no. she said, out of the fucking blue, ‘you’re litteraly like, one of the most unattractive guys i know’.”

oh, what the fuck? that was bullshit!

“and look, i know i’m not a particularly pretty guy-“

bullshit.

“dude.” gareth scoffed, and immediately regretted it. he cleared his throat and composed himself as the other three looked at him weirdly, “ah, mums been on my case about… talking down on myself and stuff so…” not a complete lie.

“oh, right.” eddie nodded and shook that off, “anyway, who cares if i’m good looking or not? you don’t just say that! if i said that to a guy i’d get smacked!”

grant laughed, “that’d be funny, i’d pay to see that.”

“dude!” eddie glared at him, trying not to laugh, “but that was so rude of her, right?”

“you seem very upset about this, munson.” jeff quirked an eyebrow.

“well…” eddie wabbled his head, pulling a wry face.

“come on, guys, it’s obvious what’s going on here.” grant sighed, popping his hip to the side as he leant on his bass, “eddie’s fishing for compliments.”

“oh my god.” he groaned, sinking down into a crouch and pulling his hair over his face, “no.”

jeff snickered, “awwww, you wanna be told she was wrong, eddie?”

“shut up, that’s not what’s happening.”

“kinda sounds like it is.” gareth muttered around a laugh.

“i thought you were on my side, garebear.” eddie peaked an eye out at him.

“i said that’s up for debate.” he shrugged.

“eddie wants to be flirted with.” grant laughed, “let’s go around and tell eddie just how lovely he looks today.”

eddie groaned very loudly.

“if i tell you you’re beautiful, will you shut up and let us practice?”

eddie rolled his eyes, “i guess.”

“okay then.” jeff nodded, turing his attention fully on eddie, “munson, you look very beautiful today.”

eddie groaned and sunk further onto the floor, pulling more hair over his face.

“i think you’re very nice on the eyes.” grant snickered, “a real good looking young man.”

“i want the ground to swallow me whole.” eddie muttered, laying flat on his back like a starfish, his hair a mess over his face and his cheeks visibly bright red through the gaps.

gareth laughed so brightly. everything eddie does makes him laugh, and apart from that, jeff and grant are making this very humorous for gareth.

“go on, g.” grant said with a smirk, “give eddie a compliment. we all know he likes everything you say best.”

gareth’s insides coiled. eddie didn’t even protest that, he just flipped grant the bird again.

what could gareth say without sounding like he was desperately in love with the man?

you’re the most handsome man i’ve ever seen?

the way your hair cascades around your face reminds me of that waterfall we found when we were kids, and that was the first day i ever thought about kissing you.

your so fucking hot i just want to rip your clothes off and lick every inch of your body?

you have the softest looking lips i’ve ever seen, they alone are so fucking beautiful.

okay so they were all useless.

“come on, dude.” jeff tapped his foot, “i want to practice.”

gareth wracked his brain again.

you’re smile is my favourite thing to look at, every time i see it, i feel every worry i have drift away. i wish i could make that smile last eternity.

you’re so devastatingly pretty, it makes me want to cry.

every time i look at you i thank every god known to man, because only the highest diety could have crafted something as perfect as you.

i could stare into your eyes forever, they’re my favourite place to be.

when you look at me with that soft smile of yours, i have to stop myself from kissing you because it’s the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.

“what?” eddie poked his head up, holding a clump of hair out of his eyes, his whole face red now, along with his neck.

“what?” gareth asked, panic rising. his heart jumped into his throat because… shit. he said that last one out loud, didn’t he?

the room was dead silent.

grant turning to snicker is what started to break the tension. they all turned to him and he burst out laughing.

“uhm…” gareth muttered, licking his dry lips, his brain working on overdrive in an attempt to fix this, but nothing was working, “i was joking.”

“oh.” eddie muttered, and swallowed, and sat up cross legged, staring at gareth.

“dude!” grant groaned, “we all know you’re not joking.”

“what?” both gareth and eddie turned to him with widened eyes.

“come on.” grant scoffed, looking at eddie now, “you seriously don’t notice the way he drools at you? you wonder why he didn’t notice that goth girl looking at him last night, well it was because he was looking at you!”

“thank you so much, grant.” gareth muttered sarcastically under his breath.

“you’re welcome.” he grinned, giggling to himself.

“gare…” eddie muttered.

gareth wanted to cry.

“jesus.” jeff sighed, taking his guitar off his shoulder, “we’re never gonna practice now.”

“i’m sorry.” gareth muttered, his cheeks hot. he felt his eyes starting to sting now.

“g… a word?” eddie mumbled, jumping to his feet.

shit.

“mhm.” he nodded, following eddie out of the garage and into the hallway, where the door was shut behind them, and they were left to their lonesome in the dark, quiet hallway

eddie was standing so close.

“you want to kiss me?” eddie asked with a confused lilt, “wait, no… you think i’m beau- the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?”

“i’m sorry!” gareth burst out, “i just, fuck!”

well, it’s now or never, he guessed.

“look, i’m sorry, okay? i know it’s weird, but i’ve liked you for years, dude. so fucking long, and it’s just been a childish crush for a while, it was deal-withable for the most part. but this last year or so… i can’t ignore it anymore!” gareth sighed, swinging his arms out dramatically like eddie often does, “you consume my every waking thought, eddie. i love you.”

he also did not mean to say that last bit.

damn it, what that fuck was in his soda?

“you love me?” eddie muttered, and he sounded almost sad as he said it.

“yeah.” gareth groaned, rubbing his eyes, “this is so embarrassing.”

“it’s not embarrassing.” eddie whispered, pulling his wrists away from his face. gareth looked up at eddie, his skin tingling where eddie’s thumbs were stroking the backs of his wrists as he smiled. that soft one, the one gareth blurted out about loving so much, “it’s not embarrassing, i promise.”

“it is.” gareth whined, tipping his head back and thumping it against the wall behind him.

“it’s not.” eddie laughed softly and stepped a little closer, “i didn’t know you felt that way, garebear.”

“well,” gareth sighed, “i do everything i can to hide my feelings… for obvious, embarrassing reasons.”

eddie probably thinks he’s so gross now. they sleep next to eachother in their underwear at least once a week! what if eddie thinks he’s some perv? shit.

“same.” eddie muttered, giggling to himself as his cheeks tinted pink again, “me too, gareth. it’s okay, i get it.”

huh?

“what do you mean… ‘same’?”

“i’ve done everything in my power, since that time we found that waterfall…” eddie grinned and shrugged, “to hide my feelings for you too.”

gareth’s heart stopped.

he genuinely thinks he might faint.

he must have been silently staring at eddie for an obscene amount of time because eddie’s brow creased (he looks so cute like that) and he grabbed gareth by the shoulders and gave him a little shake.

“earth to garebear?” eddie questioned, his tone nervous, “didn’t lose ya, did i?”

“i’m here…” gareth muttered, “just… processing. uhm… you like me?”

eddie smiled, looking so fucking pretty as he did, “i love you, actually.”

“oh.” was all he could get out, but his insides were screaming.

holy shit eddie loves him.

eddie chuckled softly and smiled, “do you think… do you think it’d be okay if i kissed you?”

“yes please.” he didn’t hesitate to answer then, reaching up to grab eddie by the collar of his shirt and pull him in.

eddie’s lips are just as soft as he thought they’d be. pillowy and perfect. he tastes sweet too, like lemonade and toothpaste and a little hint of cigarettes. eddie held gareth close, as they kissed in his hallway, his hands on his hips and pulling him in closer.

this was everything gareth has wanted for so long, he’s feeling a little giddy from it.

eddie pulled back to catch his breath, but he didn’t pull away far. their noses bumped together and they both laughed at themselves.

“i just kissed my best friend.” eddie muttered, “crazy.”

gareth smiled, “i’m so glad that goth chick was mean to you last night.”

eddie bust out laughing and shook his head at gareth, “you know what? believe it or not, i am too.”

“good.” gareth grinned and wrapped his arms over eddie’s shoulders, “i want to kiss you again.”

“me too.” eddie muttered, and leant back in.

they kissed a while longer, gareth’s fingers reaching up and sifting through eddie’s mane, his curls softer than they usually were. gareth was pressed up against the wall with eddie crouding him in, and they were getting a little desperate with it, pressing further and further into eachother.

kissing eddie was intoxicating. the best fucking thing gareth’s ever done, he thinks. he doesn’t want to ever stop.

but of course he had too, when jeff and grant pried open the door and stepped in with a camera. the bright flash made both eddie and gareth squint and look away, clinging onto eachother with the shock.

“ha ha!” grant giggled, grabbing the polaroid as it printed out, “caught in the act.”

“i wanna shake it.” jeff said, snatching the picture from grant.

gareth and eddie relaxed, awkwardly stepping away from one another with pink cheeks and unwipeable grins.

“ew…” grant muttered, leaning over jeff’s shoulder to look at what was showing up of the picture, “don’t you guys remember that bible retreat we went on in middle school? there’s no room for jesus in there!”

“oh my fucking god.” gareth groaned, walking over and snatching the picture from them. it was only half developed, but it made gareth blush more.

eddie was pressing him up against the wall, one hand on his hip and the other on the wall by gareth’s head. and gareth hadn’t even realised he lifted a leg to hook around one of eddie’s to pull him in closer.

embarrassing.

eddie tried to get a peak, but gareth snatched it away and shoved it deep in his pocket, “i’m burning this.” he’s not, it’s going under his pillow.

“aww, boo!” jeff sneered.

“you suck, gareth.” grant gave him the thumbs down.

eddie leant in very close and muttered, “please can i see?”

“later.” gareth whispered, very very embarrassed.

“okay, now that that’s out of the way-“ jeff started.

“what do you mean, ‘now that that’s out of the way’?” grant asked, very dramatically, “i’d say this is the best day of our lives, jeff.”

“and why’s that?” jeff asked with a heavy, unimpressed sigh.

“because now eddie…” he pointed at eddie, “is now with gareth, and so we don’t have to listen to him wingeing about how mean people reject him anymore.”

“oh, you’re right. horah.” jeff said, barely any excitement in his tone, “can we practice now?”

“yeah.” grant mumbled, already walking back into the garage, “come on.”

jeff followed him out.

gareth looked over to eddie nervously beside him. eddie grinned and wrapped his arm around gareth’s waist to pull him along as he walked.

“you heard em, we’ve got practice.”

gareth grinned and rolled his eyes, “you expect me to be able to concentrate now?”

eddie grinned, a mischievous one that had butterflies erupting in gareth’s stomach, “i’ll make it worth your while…”

gareth grinned and shoved eddie’s face away, “ah huh, says the guy who just had his second make out session ever.”

eddie punched his arm, “not like you’re much better.”

gareth smiled and giggled softly. he stopped at the door way, the door barely open. he turned to eddie with an inquisitive, nervous smile.

“so… does this mean you’re my boyfriend now?”

eddie stuck his hands in his front pockets and bounced on his toes, something he often does when nervous. gareth’s always found it adorable.

“well… do you want me to be your boyfriend?”

gareth furrowed his brow, “obviously.”

eddie chuckled and nodded his head, “then, yeah… yeah, i’m your boyfriend.”

“cool…” gareth tried to play it cool, but he couldn’t contain his giddiness, “boyfriend.”

eddie downright giggled like a lovesick schoolboy.

he leant down and pressed a quick kiss to gareths lips before pushing him back through the door.

“finally!” jeff exclaimed with a huff.

“okay, let’s make this quick, boys.” eddie said, walking over to his guitar with a grin, “i’ve got a boyfriend to make out with and i’ll wait no longer than an hour-“

“no.” grant whined, turning to gareth with a mean glare, “no! now he’s going to be insufferably gross and romantic. what have you done?”

gareth grinned and looked over to eddie, “i got myself the prettiest boyfriend anyone could ever have.”

**

i wrote this between 4.30-6.30 am when i should have been sleeping but couldn’t because am sick and can’t sleep. i had gareth & eddie brainrott and can’t find much about them on tumblr because everyone here sucks and doesn’t adore these two like i do.

anyway, please interact with this if you’re a geddie shipper (idk if that’s what they’re called - there’s not enough people on this train for me to know the common ship name, i just made this up one day) so i know where the cool people are at and so i can stalk your pages for more gareth and eddie content. thanks <3

i hope this is okay, lol, as i said. i was sleep deprived and sick and brainrotting.

don’t forget to reblog! and commentary is always appreciated and i love to respond to it <3

[thenightfolknetwork]

So I know you don’t answer many questions from- across the pond, as it were, but I don’t need any legal advice, and I’m at my wit’s end. I’m hoping you can help.

So my genus is very small. In point of fact it’s just my family, as far as I know, and it’s only ever one creature active at a time- bunch of sapios doing sapio things, then the previous Creature dies or sees the Signs and boom! One of us Wakes and hey look at that, new Hierophant! And as the current Hierophant I Speak and Am Heard- part of the reason I’m writing to you.

A part of my genus is acting as the mouthpiece for a portent of the apocalypse. That's not a secret- hell, its why the town has the name it does and why the family name's on the radio station. Predictably, I am the foremost DJ on 226.5, the Voice of Birch.

It’s not a bad gig, per say. I go to work and between the traffic reports and the local top forty I give an update on the eventual Coming of The Burned Birch. It never lasts long and my local community really likes it. The Birch sort of became a touristy thing, you see- awesome in the autumn, all its leaves yellow and glowing with ghostfire.

Well, so they tell me. I can't actually LOOK at the Birch-if I do, I'll go by way of great uncle Milton and turn into salt. Thank goodness pictures and art don't count or we'd have to move the station and the whole family into the old mica mine.

The Birch likes being appreciated and turned into post cards and calanders, though. It’s a bit of a show off, really. I guess I’d be showing off if I were a tree that could move around at will.

The problem is that lately, the Birch has been sending me updates at the most inconvenient times. It's generally a twice a day thing, but now I’ll be brushing my teeth at five AM and the whole town hears me ominously spouting coordinates and warning of the cracking of the earth and rising of the dead. The Birch can’t even make the dead rise, there’s been wards on the local cemetery for a century!

Or I’ll be making an order at my coffee shop and suddenly I’m telling poor Taylor the barista that the trees come down the mountain to open their fiery branches to the burnished sky.  

The worst of it is at ten or eleven at night when I’m trying to settle into bed. My hometown is very small and quiet, so most folks are in bed early unless they’re nocturnal like the coven that runs the night shift at the bakery. I’ll be drowsing, mind floating off to dreamland, and all of a sudden I’m bolt upright in bed declaring that West Street’s pavement is going to shatter with the feet of elder gods, flee the Burned Birch, flee! People are losing sleep.

It's getting out of hand. I’m not in danger of losing my job or anything (not even sure I can be fired, to be honest) but when you live in a town with less than two thousand people and everyone knows you’re the Hierophant of the Burned Birch, well. That's me avoiding the next St. Mary's rummage sale.

I know you always say communication is key and I’ve tried, believe me. All the old methods- blood rituals under the full moon, a cracked labradorite under my pillow, whispering to the moths- it hasn’t worked.

There's nothing in the family archives about the Burned Birch acting like this and frankly, I’m worried. Is there something wrong? Some rot or fungus that infects only apocalyptic omen trees? Is it trying to reach out to me for help? I can't go look at it and my friends tell me it looks fine. They show me pictures and my omen looks fine! How do I tell if it’s being needy or if it’s being obnoxious? and how do I hang on to my declarations without a three hour nosebleed?

Literally anything you've got will help, at this point. Thanks in advance!

-Fat Ricki, The Voice Of Birch

First of all, may I say how lovely it is to hear from another radio professional? Liminal broadcasting is a topic close to my heart, and it's always nice to hear from others in the field.

To your question, I think your first job is to absolutely rule out the possibility of any physical or magical ailment your tree might be suffering.

You said you've had friends inspect the tree, and have looked at photos to assess the situation yourself. But tree diseases are not always easy to spot with the naked eye, especially to the untrained. This is doubly true for thaumaturgically active trees, which may be susceptible to infections, infestations and diseases on several planes of reality.

I recommend investing in the services of a trained arboreal arcanist. In the United Kingdom, customers can find specialists through the Arcane Arboricultural Society, whose members must meet the societies standards of professionalism and training. If such an organisation exists in your area, all to the good.

If not, take some time to read up on professional qualifications available to tradespeople in your state. You want someone qualified in thaumaturgic horticulture, and preferably with the ability to perceive reality on at least three additional planes, if not more.

There are several pests and diseases that might be causing your tree's distress, from spectral bacteria to ether flux. Better to invest a little time and money in ruling those out than risk leaving them untreated.

I think it's safe to say your tree is trying to get your attention for some reason. Once you've ruled out disease or discomfort as the possible reason, consider what else might have changed since this behaviour began. Has it been receiving fewer visitors than usual, or perhaps been the subject of a less-than-flattering news article?

Many apocalyptic trees, shrubs and bushes have a tendency to fussiness and egotism. It's very possible that your tree wants nothing more than to be the subject of a bit of ego-stroking fuss. You might try drumming up a few more visitors and acolytes, or performing a ritual of appeasement that recognises its great and terrible power.

The phrase “attention-seeking” carries with it a host of negative connotations. Instead, think of this as “support-seeking” behaviour. There is a need your tree feels is unmet, and as its Hierophant, it's up to you to meet it. With a bit of reassurance and attention, I think your tree should settle down into its usual ways in no time.

[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

[signal-failure]

Current me, bringing news of the future to myself in say, the mid '90s: I have terrible news for you, When you get older, you’ll lose some detail vision.

Past me, a sweet summer child: Oh no! Am I going to be blind? Am I going to need huge glasses?

Future news: Nah, it's fine, they're making thinner lenses all the time. Plus progressives will come out so by the time you need bifocals, you won't even have a line across your eyes. They can correct almost everything. You'll be able to read just fine, but you won't be able to count the fingers in a group photo.

Past me: That's fine. Why would anyone want--

Future news: As you get older, there will be more and more self-checkouts where you swipe your card yourself to pay.

Past me: That doesn’t sound so bad…

Future news: They’re all just slightly different and they’re always a solid, dark color so none of your tricks will work, and it’ll be hard to see exactly where and which angle to swipe your card, so every time you try to pay, it takes you just a little bit longer than everyone else, and a cashier sighs at you.

Past me: Well, that’s definitely annoying, but I can still see the total and the OK button so I can still pay, right?

Future news: In the future, there’s a default tip for things that don’t require tipping yes, and the OK to leave tip button is in the same color and placement as the OK to charge the card button, and also the default tip is now 20% on a plain coffee you pick up yourself and  pour your own milk into, so you can either pay that, or you can hold everyone up while you look for the tiny No Tip button.

Past me: Getting really annoying…

Future news: Also, lots of restaurant menus are QR codes now but half of them were thrown together in 2020 -- oh yeah, a plague is coming, Past Self, but that's not the bad part here -- and they’re PDFs with weird fonts and color schemes, instead of responsive webpages that keep your default font and contrast options. So you never know when a restaurant is gonna be pinch-zooming dark blue text on medium blue background and waiting for the next page of the menu to load.

Past me: This seems really inconvenient.

Future news: And in the future, AI art exists so whenever you see literally any image, you can never tell if the details are a bit hard to make out, just like the details on literally every thing in the real world,  or if the entire thing's fake. The entire internet is AI fakeout images now, and there's no way to tell. Ever. 

[just-my-type-x]

Mr. and Mrs. Simpson

Smut

Part 1 here

Something similar here

Brad's POV

"For better or for worse, I feel right and high even if it's just tonight or the rest of my life so come on, do your worst, I'll stay here all night, cash out, cards down, I'll roll the dice.", she chuckles, wiping a tear that fell on her cheek. "I meant these words when i wrote Married In Vegas and i mean them now. I want to make you mine forever, my wife, give you my last name and everything i can offer you, now and forever. I don't know what i did to deserve you, but I'm fucking sure I'll keep doing that so i wouldn't lose you, ever. Will you marry me?", i suck in a breath, trying to keep my composure and i look at my shaky hands that hold the ring box with its top open, the diamond ring sticking out, sparkling in the million of candles' light that surround my backyard. My eyes sting with unshed tears and my cheeks hurt from all the smiling.

"Yes!", she says with a wide smile, her voice breaking because of the happy crying. I get up fast and hug her tightly, pulling her so close until i can't pull her anywhere close anymore. Her fingers entangle in my hair and her hands hold my head in the crook of her neck, where i place kisses and i inhale her scent over and over again. I pull away and take her shaky left hand in mine, placing the engagement ring on her finger. Once the ring is on, i cup her face in my hands and i kiss her lips hard, pushing my tongue through her lips, which she gladly parts for me. Her hands fall on my waist and she drags me closer to her heating body. "Not long to go now", she smiles, her breathing heavy. I smirk and glue my forehead to her.

"I know, love"

~8 months later~

We enter our hotel room, holding her bridal style, while our giggling can be heard from the other side of the hotel. I let y/n touch tge ground and i turn around to lock our door before walking fast to her and pulling her in a heated kiss. I reach for her dress zipper and pull it down in one move, her dress falling off her shoulders, then arms and all the way to the floor. She sucks in a breath and i hold mine as my eyes scan her beautiful body.

"That fell faster than i expected", she laughs and i smile, resting my hands on her waist, the straps of her thong on her skin being a real inconvenience. We kiss again and her shaky hands find the buttons of my shirt, unbuttoning them fast, yet agitated. I smile into the kiss as she takes my shirt off and lets it fall on the ground. Our heavy breathing sounds so much louder in the room and her rosy cheeks make my mind go crazy, thinking that I'm gonna be the one and only for her.

"Let me take care of these", i whisper almost as i take off my belt and unbutton my suit pants. Her eyes grow big as she traces my almost naked body, her eyes fixed on my crotch, where my bulge is barely held by my boxers anymore. "Fuck, y/n, stop staring at me like that.", i groan and i grab her by the arm, pulling her close to me. I hold her by the small of her back and slowly push us towards the bed, where we both fall on. "Do you give me permission to get rid of this?", i whisper, kissing down her neck, while my fingers play with the fabric of her white lace bra. She nods, moving her head so i could get more access to her sensitive skin. "i need words, love, it's important", my voice breaks as i lift my eyes at hers.

"Undress me, Bradley", her chest raises up and down a bit fast in anticipation of what's about to come. I almost lose myself at her words and i contain myself as much as possible when i get to taking off her bra. My hands squeeze her breasts gently and i watch her head fall deeper into the pillows, her back arching off bed just a few centimetres.

"That's it, love, take in the satisfaction", my raspy voice seems louder than usual, but a satisfied moan escapes y/n's lips. My mouth replaces my hands and i shower her breasts in kisses, bites and circle her nipples with my tongue a few times, while my hands caress her stomach and her sides, pulling teasingly at the thong strap on her hip. "May i?", i ask like an innocent boy and she bites her lip. I crash my mouth on hers and bite her bottom lip instead of her.

"Yes", her voice breaks and i kiss her lips once more, then her forehead and i got onto my knees, gripping both sides of her panties and sliding them down her legs. We both gasp when they're off and i throw them on a side, while bending over the bed to pick up a condom from my wallet.

"I would usually start with a lot more than just this, but i can't help it anymore", she giggles and nods, her eyes almost black, filled with lust

"I want you now, i don't care how, let's do this", she positions her legs so that i can fit between them and bites her lip as she watches my eyes fall on her exposed, dripping pussy. I nod and get rid of my boxers, tearing the wrapper and rolling the condom on my hard length. "Just be gentle", she almost whispers and i feel myself getting even harder than i was before.

"Of course, princess", i position the tip at her entrance and i guide my length slowly inside her. She gasps and let's out a muffled groan as she turns the sheets into a wrinkly mess with her fists. "Oh my God, y/n, you feel amazing", i moan as i slide a bit more inside her, giving her time to adjust to my width. I glance once at her, her cheeks on fire and her eyes sparkly with desire. She nods at my unasked question and with a slow gentle trust, i fully sunk into her. I groan and fall forward, holding myself by the bed frame with one arm and the other is gripping at y/n hip. I move gently, my head in the crook of her neck, both of us breathing heavily.

"This feels so good, Bradley", she moans and her nails draw mazes on my back.

"You take me so well, y/n, I'm going crazy", my statement comes out as a raspy whisper and she moans in response. I tighten my grip on her hip. "I'm gonna build up the speed, ok? If it hurts you, let me know", i give her a reassuring smile and she smiles back at me, agreeing.

I start rocking my hips faster and harder between her legs and i let go of the bed frame and straighten my position so i could grab her by the waist. I put her legs around my waist and i thrust harder and harder. We both moan and her hands caress my chest. I lean on her again, keeping her legs around me and i hug her holding her by the shoulders. I use this position as a way to thrust into her at a better angle and her moaning intensifies as i hit her g-spot repeatedly.

"Oh fuck that feels so good", she moans and i smirk. "I'm so close", her fingers entangle in my hair as she pulls at it. A heat wave washes over me as i feel myself close too and i fight the urge to hold back. I pull out of her and i turn her around, having her on all four. I enter as gently as before, giving her a few seconds to adjust again, before slamming into her. Her body shivers under my touch as she screams my name and grabs the sheets into a fist. My dick twitches and i cum hard, my legs shaking from the intensity of it. I ride our highs and fall on the mattress, breathing heavily.

"You were a fucking dream, y/n Simpson"

"You were even better, mr Simpson"