#haven't done a nice piece like so in one day in a while!!! i'm very proud :] it's a fun one

[cathalbravecog]

i'm the antonymph of the internet

[fantabulisticity]

I got up, did my morning hygiene routine, dicked around on my phone, then watched almost an hour of really sad but fairly relieving local news before dicking around on my phone again. And I haven't eaten yet... oops.

[lianaisabsent]

Hiiii :)

Your writings are really nice, in looking forward to see more pieces of your work. Could I maybe request reader(gn or female if possible) taking care of sick Fyodor? If not, that's completely fine too.

Take your time, and please take care of yourself too.

Good night/day!

Taking care of them while their sick

A/n: hello! Thank you for requesting! I usually write more than one character sometimes so I hope it's okay with you that I didn't just write Fyodor, and you're very kind take care of yourself as well!

CHARACTERS: Fyodor, dazai, chuuya

Fyodor Dostoevsky

He may be smart but he didn't calculate himself falling ill

He doesn't show it though, acts like its fine because he needs to still "Carry out his works for his ideal world"

You did end up finding out by nikolai that he's sick and you decided to tell him to rest.

“I did not need you to come and help me”

It was night time when you decided to visit Fyodor with something to eat, nikolai ended up slipping up about how Fyodor was sick in a conversation you both were having. You packed egg soup for him and some fruits and medicine to take with you because you doubt he had any facilities for you to work with in his rat filled basement.

As you entered the place, you knew Fyodor was known of your presence and decided to just walk inside. He was still working and monitoring things and you could only sigh in result. 'even when sick all he thinks of is being a world wide terrorist' you thought as you made your way behind him tapping his hat. “oh, you're here already” Fyodor said with a slight hoarse voice and you noticed cold sweats breaking out on his forehead.

“take a brea-” you were rudely interrupted by a simple “no” you sighed and looked around, the place was already congested and felt like it was going to collapse at any moment, no wonder he was sick. “if you don't take a break, you might end up having a worse outcome and your well thought out plan might have miscalculations in it and it might just fail, all because you didn't take care” you spoke sternly because talking sweet to him was not going to work so you had to persuade him through his plans.

He agreed to resting for a while so you made him lay down and drink the soup you made and when you took out the thermometer, you found out he had high fever

“how long ago did you even see the light of outside?” “a month ago” “...”

You did take care of him, fed him medicines and for a few seconds he even appeared slightly vulnerable due to the sickness because he held your hand as he slept for a while. You placed a blanket on top of him and patted his head.

Needles to say, He might have liked the attention

(I'm sorry if it was off I'm not very sure how Fyodor lives or if he even had a bed)

Dazai osamu

He is very dramatic. He will make sure everyone in the agency knows he's sick so he can stay home.

He does act more vulnerable during his sickness so he tends to want to stay home in general.

You found out about it from dazai himself when he called you about his reports. “why haven't I done them? Well.. Because I'm sick!”

It was a normal day in the agency after you finished up work, you gave all the reports from your last mission to kunikida and left the agency. You remember dazai saying he's sick so you decided maybe you should pay him a visit and see if he's doing well or not.

As you walked up to his place you knocked once, waited, twice still waited.. One more time and still waiting.. ‘he's seriously not going to open is he?’

You "threatened" to break the window if he wouldn't open and the door flung open in one smooth motion. “sweetheart I can't afford repair for a broken window!” dazai slumped around dramatically while you only shook your head with a slight smile.

He let you in and you saw the horror that was dazai's apartment.. Alcohol bottles everywhere and unwashed dishes and a weird smell of hot sweat. You slowly turned to dazai not even shocked because you expected this to some extent.. But not to this extent.

You cleaned the place up a bit and opened the windows and curtains and dazai hissed as if he was some vampire allergic to the light.

you made him lay down and took some water in a bowl and a clean cloth, dipped it in the water and laid it on his forehead. You made him some soup and made him drink that along with herbal tea you brought from the store. “can I get a kiss?” “I'll kiss you if you recover soon”

His bandages came undone at some point but you didn't look because you knew he liked his privacy so you only brought him the first aid kit and left him alone for that. When he called you back he hugged you and went to sleep.

Nakahara chuuya

He's not one to not tell you, he did end up telling only you that he's sick though.

He let's you care for him and he doesn't have the energy to say much when he's sick

Acts like a child

When he told you he was sick your first reaction was to band him from having wine. You went over to his house and made him drink a bitter herbal mixture. He almost puked it out if it wasn't for your threat to break his wine collection. He wanted to argue but his voice was in no shape to even speak.

He hugged you even though you told him that you have things to finish up, he asked you for everything from giving him water to making him something. He reminded you of a cat who asks it's owners for food and acts all high and mighty.

His place is always fairly neat so you wondered how he got sick, “long story short I almost drowned and I got out but I started sneezing and I ended up with this” “oh”

He stayed sick for a few days but luckily with you and kouyou's help he ended up recovering quickly and started arguing with people (people being dazai) so you knew he was better.

[ghostfanwriter]

✨🥐 𝐊𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐝 🥐✨

Part two to Pink Velvet.

🥐 Pairing: Single dad, young Joel Miller x Baker! Reader

✨ Setting: No Outbreak Au! Joel's the biological father of Sarah and Ellie.

🥐 Synopsis: Joel starts working on the renovations around your bakery. But he's willing to do more than just fixing your floors for you.

✨ Features: Joel and reader flirting some more, reader being helplessly down for Joel (and Joel eating it UP), a lot bit of a competency thing from reader.

🥐 Word count: 4.2k

✨ About this/Author's note: You guys seemed to really like part one, I can't tell you how happy I got with all the comments on it 🤧 This one is pure fluff and flirtation. I love watching them being all awkward and giggly next to one another. It's cooking, friends, and they know it.

Hope you like it 🩷

You hear a soft sound while you're putting the chairs up so you can sweep the floor. After you don't pay it any mind, you hear a proper knock on your door, and it startles you, making you jump and laugh while you walk towards the door, Joel laughing on the other side.

"Sorry, I tried not to scare you, but you didn't hear it the first time." He says, laughing as you make room for him to walk in.

"Not, it's fine. I just wasn't expecting you to be here early, I was trying to finish cleaning before you arrived." You explain yourself, locking the door back.

"Did you just close?" He asks, noticing the dirty dishes on top of a few of the tables.

"Well, my closing time is never my closing time, you know? People arrive five minutes before closing and I just can't tell them to leave." You say.

"And they never even ask what time you're closing?" He asks and you laugh.

"Some do. But they stay anyway." You say, and he shakes his head.

"Well, I'mma help you so we can sit down and talk, then." He says and you smile.

"Thank you, Joel." You say as he gives you no time to protest, going to the dirty tables and picking up the dishes, putting them on the counter, then going around and putting the remaining chairs on top of their tables.

"You know what's really unfair?" He asks, and you frown.

"What is really unfair?" You ask.

"You know my name and I don't know yours." He says, and you smile, saying your name.

"Nice to meet you." He says your name, and you love how it sounds on his lips.

"Nice to meet you too." You say, swiping a table so you can sit down.

...

"So, tell me about what needs to be done here." He says, sitting across from you.

"Well, first the floorings." You start. "They're... Not great. There are hollow pieces, uneven parts, it's all scratched and the color's not so nice anymore, the tiles of the bathrooms are stained and gross. So I'd like to change all of them." You say, and he nods, a cute pout on his lips as he keeps his eyes on you while you talk.

"Alright, fully changing the floorings will require a few hours to work on them and then a while of no one walking over them, is that ok?" He asks, leaning down to touch the floor.

"Yeah, no problem. Sundays I only open in the morning, just to sell some bread, but it's always the same people, so I could just let them know I'd be closed on Sunday. Maybe try and deliver them the breads if they want." You say.

"Great. I could start on Saturday night and let it rest until Monday morning." He says.

"You can do the whole flooring in just one night?" You ask, shocked.

"Yeah, my brother helps me out when I need it. I'll just bring him with me and we should be done quick. Maybe in like... Four or five hours" He says.

"Alright, that sounds good. I can work on the bread for delivery while you two do it. Does Saturday night works for you, though?" You ask.

"Yeah, any day that works for you works for me." He says.

"Oh, ok. It's just that, you know, Saturday night. Maybe you'd have something to do." You say.

"Trust me, I don't know what going out at night feels like for a very long time now. I'm always working at night." He laughs.

"I know. I miss it, but since I opened I haven't really been going out much neither." You admit.

"Well, now you're gonna spend the nights here watching me renovate your shop, how exciting is that?" He jokes.

'Oh, watching you be skillful and fix things, carry heavy stuff around and make my bakery look better? That's very exciting.' You think to yourself.

"Can't wait." You say, and he laughs.

"So, floorings we can't do much for at least a week, then. Is it ok if I work in one bathroom at a time? Maybe you keep just one, would people hate that too much?" He asks.

"No, I don't think so. I'm ok with that." You say.

"Alright, so I can work on it before the floorings. But you mentioned the walls and lights too?" He squints his eyes.

"Yeah. I think the old renter used to hang big and heavy stuff on the walls, so they're full of big holes." You say, and he looks around, frowning when he doesn't see anything. "I covered them." You say. "With the paintings."

"Why do you need me then? You're already so good at this." He jokes, and you laugh.

"I'm talented." You shrug, laughing.

"That you are. That cake?" He says, his eyes growing wide as he remembers the taste.

"You liked it?" You ask.

"Oh, I fucking loved it!" He says. "We ate the whole thing in like... Ten minutes." He says.

"Really?" You ask, your smile even bigger, even though you can't help but wonder... Who's we?

"Yeah, I mean, I'm sorry." He says, his tone suddenly getting serious as he leans over the table, touching your forearm, your chest suddenly filling with air. "But we destroyed that beautiful thing you created." He says, laughing.

"Oh, my poor baby." You whine dramatically, making a cry face, and he laughs.

"Do you do it all yourself?" He asks, and you nod.

"I do." You say.

"Well, you're in the right business, that was insane." He says, and you can feel your cheeks on fire. "Is there anything else?"

"What?" You ask, a silly smile stuck on your face, still flustered with his praising.

"Anything else you want to work on?" He asks, laughing.

"Ah, yeah, hum... There's an infiltration on the open patio, on the back." You say, and his eyes grow wide.

"And we're here talking about holes in the wall?" He asks, concerned, his laugh telling how funny he thinks your priorities are.

"I'm sorry!" You say, laughing at yourself. "They just annoy me so much."

"Can I see it?" He asks.

"Sure, it's over there." You point to the patio, getting up, and he follows you.

...

You remove the planter from the corner where the infiltration is and he bends down to take a look at it.

"Well, this is not looking good." He says.

"Is it too bad?"

"Yeah, the concrete is pretty wet, there may be a broken pipe underneath here." He says. "Was it like this when you rented?" He asks.

"Yeah. I asked my landlord about it and he said he'd get a guy over to check on it, but it's been a year and still nothing." You explain.

"He won't fix it." He says, like he's certain of it. "But neither should you." He says.

"But you said it's not looking good." You say, confused.

"Because it isn't." He says, getting up, standing close to you. "But it's not your problem, you shouldn't pay for it."

"I was gonna ask you about that." You say, your voice small as he's towering over you. He smells so good, he's so big, so... "Do you want something to drink?" You ask, your throat dry all of a sudden.

"Yeah. Do you have coffee?" He asks.

"Coffee at night?" You laugh, walking back inside.

"Still got a lot to do when I get home." He says, sitting down as you brew him some coffee.

"So, how much of what I have to do here do you think I should ask him to help me with?" You ask.

"Anything that's structural, permanent or semipermanent." He starts. "The infiltration, the tiles and the floorings, basically. You won't take the floorings with you when you leave, and they seem like they haven't been touched for a long time, so you're gonna up the value of the space. The infiltration is here since before you, so it's not your problem." He says. "He should fully pay for both, as far as I'm concerned."

"Don't know if he's gonna like to hear that." You say. You know the man, unfortunately.

"I can come over if you want. I can bring you a detailed budget and project plan, we sit down and talk to him." He offers.

"When, you think?" You ask, bringing him his coffee, sipping on some water.

"Thank you." He says, drinking it. "I just have to take a look around, take some notes, see what kind of materials you want, maybe in one week we can have it all. Maybe earlier." He says.

"Cool. One week is long enough to decide everything and tell everyone about the Sunday when I'll need to close."

"Alright. So I'll take a look around." He says.

"Ok, I'll be in the kitchen. Just call if you need anything." You say, getting up.

...

You finish what there was still left to do in the kitchen while Joel inspects the place. After you're both done you close everything.

"Do you want a ride?" He asks after you close the door.

"No, it's fine. I gotta run some errands, buy some groceries." You say. "Thank you, though."

"No problem. I'll text you tomorrow so we can talk floorings and tiles." He says.

"Uhum. Thanks, Joel. See ya." You say.

"See ya." He says, waving goodbye before crossing the street, going to his car, and you walk away.

For the next three days he texts you, you send him the type of floorings you want, he explains to you the durability and maintenance costs and efforts of each option, and you ultimately decide everything you want.

You set a meeting with your landlord, and Joel says he'll join you, like he promised he would.

...

"So, how do you want to do this?" He asks.

"I don't know." You admit. "What do you think?" You ask.

"I think you should talk to him, and I should just back up what you say." He suggests.

"What if he doesn't listen to me?"

"Then I'll deal with him." He says, his tone almost intimidating.

"Ok." You agree as you watch the man walk inside.

"Alright, now what's this about?" He asks, as sweet as always. His eyes roaming from you to Joel, and Joel hates how the man eyes you up and down.

"Hi, Michael, look, I wanted to do some renovations, like I told you, so I called Joel." You say. "And we talked about the floorings and the infiltration on the back—"

"You're not expecting me to pay for it, are you sweetheart?" He cuts you, his tone condescending, and you see Joel's nostrils widen.

"Those were bad before I got in, you knew about the loose tiles, the worn out floorings, the infiltration was already pretty bad. And you know that." You say, angry. "You even said you'd fix that before it became too much of a problem." You add.

"Don't remember that." He laughs.

"Do you really wanna fucking do this?" Joel asks, his ever so deep voice even deeper, none of the usual softness coating it.

"I'm not here to talk to you, ok? You're just trying to make money out of this situation." Your landlord tries to sound convincing.

"If you don't work on this I'm gonna have you sign this aknowledgement notice saying that you were aware of the infiltration before she rented the space." Joel says, placing a paper on top of the table. "Because if that shit gets worse and she loses equipment, one of her clients or God forbid, she gets hurt... She's gonna sue you and then you're gonna lose a lot more money than you'd spend to fix it now." Joel says firmly, and you take a deep breath in. He's always so sweet to you, but the angry yet somehow professional tone he's using with your landlord makes you almost melt.

"How much is it gonna cost?" He asks, his bravery finding a short end on Joel's dominant presence.

"I made a budget for her. Found the most affordable materials and I separated my labor's cost on each part of what needs to be done here." Joel says, handing him a folder filled with numbers and project details.

"And what else needs to be done?" He asks you.

"Some of the lights are not working, even after I changed the lightbulbs, the floors are terrible, some of the tiles on the restrooms are falling down and the walls are filled with holes." You say. "Now I told Joel I didn't mind paying for part of this. Especially the floors, because I need a specific flooring, and it's a little more costly than other, worse options. So I suggest I pay for Joel's labor in all of these, except the infiltration and split part of the costs of the floorings with you." You add.

...

After some more back and forth you get to an agreement you're all satisfied with. Your landlord ends up paying for all the structural and permanent fixes, and Joel tells you that it's ok for you to pay him a bit per month.

On the first day of the renovations, Joel's working on the infiltration, breaking the old and humid concrete so he can access the pipe and see what's wrong with it.

He wants to make sure he at least changes the pipe today so the leaking stops, so he's outside, focused on finishing it as fast as he can.

But his work is interrupted when you scream from the kitchen.

"Fuck!" You scream, and he comes in running, his eyes and nostrils wide, his protection glasses still on, a cloth on his shoulder, his neck glistening with sweat, his hair slightly stuck on his forehead, his arms so big, his torso and belly slightly outlined on his shirt—

"Are you ok?" He asks, scared, pulling you out of him.

"Me?" You ask, confused, finally finding his eyes.

"Yeah, you!" He says. "You screamed, I thought something happened to you."

"Oh, God, no! No, Joel, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry." You say, starting to laugh. "I'm just used to being here alone, I... I'm sorry, I'm fine." You explain yourself, and he laughs, his shoulders dropping as his body relaxes.

"Jesus, you almost fucking killed me." He says, a little out of breath while he removes his protection glasses.

"No, I'm sorry." You say, laughing, feeling funny for him caring about you.

"What happened?" He asks, leaning on the doorframe, still catching his breath.

"Oh, it was my fucking mixer. It was weird for a while and now it just doesn't wanna work anymore." You say, frustrated, going towards it to grab the dough that's inside it.

"Do you want me to take a look at it?" He offers.

"No, it's fine. You're already busy out there, I can call some technician tomorrow." You say, and he makes a 'tsk' sound, grunting at you.

"I'm already here, I'll see if it's something I can fix. You don't need to spend more money." He says, his look telling you he wouldn't let you say no as he uses the cloth he had on his shoulder to clean his hands.

"Thank you." You say. "Can you take that tray for me, please?" You ask, and he holds it in front of you, so you throw the dough in it and he puts it back on top of the table. "Thanks, gotta finish kneading it now." You say, setting a timer for fifteen minutes and starting to knead it.

He kneels down next to the mixer and uses his flashlight to inspect it.

"Did you smell anything burnt?" He asks, and you frown.

"Don't think so." You say, struggling with the dough.

"What did it do, exactly?" He asks, turning to look at you.

"It started kinda like... bumping, instead of it's constant movement?" You say, trying to see in his face if your words made any sense. "Like, usually it's pretty smooth, but then it started doing like—" you say, moving your arms to mimick it's bumpy and stiff movements. "And then it just stopped."

"Great demonstration, thank you." He says, his face showing pure satisfaction, and you laugh.

"Told ya. Talented." You joke, making him laugh before turning back to the mixer.

"Alright, I think I saw some oxidated parts. You'll probably have to change them, but I can oil them so you can use it until you get the new parts." He says.

"Sure, thank you." You say, and he goes outside, coming back with a can in hand.

He grunts as he kneels down next to the mixer, putting his flashlight in his mouth so he can properly oil the machine.

You watch him as he opens the can, throwing the lid on the floor besides him and wetting a brush, oiling the mixer parts.

His proactivity, his capacity, his availability to help you makes your knees weak, make you want to go to him — jump on him —, kiss him, thank him, fuck him.

Make sure he's well fed, well taken care of, make sure he's happy, he feels loved. Show him just how much you appreciate him.

"You got paper towels?" He asks, already up, startling you.

"Yeah, yeah, hum... They're over there." You point, almost out of breath. Both because of the kneading and your thoughts.

He rips two sheets of the paper and comes back, kneeling back down besides the mixer.

"I made a mess on your floor." He says, sounding apologetic.

"Ugh. How dare you, Joel? Make a mess while you fix my broken mixer for me?" You say, playfully. "How dare you try and not make me knead everything by — grunts — hand?" You say, grunting with the force you're making.

"That's a lot of dough, huh?" He says, standing next to you, watching you knead the dough from behind your shoulder before walking away to throw the paper away.

His smell — God his smell —, so woody and masculine, so strong and so gentle at the same time, the comforting warmth his body emanates, his soft and deep voice, so close to your ears...

All of him making you feel lightheaded, like you're drowning on the man, like you're incapable of peacefully coexisting with him without having him take over you.

"Yep, brioches, rolls, sweet breads." You say before the pause gets too long. "All the same dough." You add, almost jumping when your timer goes off. You look at it, turning your head, confused.

Has it been fifteen minutes already?

"It's this one." Joel says, coming back close to you with another timer in hand. "Croissants." He reads the name written on the tape you put on the timer, and you sigh.

"Shit." You say under your breath.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"The croissant dough is chilling, and it's good to roll out and shape now, but I still got ten minutes on this one." You say, and he catches the distress and tiredness on your tone.

"Can I help you?" He asks, his voice soft and gentle.

"Don't tell me you know how to shape croissants?" You joke sweetly, looking up at him and laughing.

That'd be too much to ask.

"No, that's not I'm my book, sorry." He laughs, his own tone sweet and playful. "But I know how to squeeze things." He says, almost suggestively, you could swear. "I mean, how hard can this be?" He says, pointing at the dough with his palm.

"Oh, yeah? Go wash your hands." You say, and he goes, smiling.

He comes back, his sleeves rolled up, forearms looking obscene almost, his strong hands looking like they would feel so good, like they'd squeeze and hold you so nice...

"What do I do?" He asks, pulling you out of him again.

"You're gonna knead it like this. You lift it, then slap it down, then turn it and do the same. As soon as it gets less sticky you can start doing more like, pressing down and rolling it motions." You say, showing him how to do it.

"Alright, cute, thank you. Let the professional work now." He jokes, pushing you aside with his body.

"Ten minutes, huh? Professional." You say, and he gives you a desperate smile.

You grab your dough on the fridge and come back. Then you take the rolling pin and smack the dough a few times, startling Joel on the first one.

"Love for the craft, right?" He jokes, noticing the lack of delicacy on your movements.

"I like to think about some clients when I do this part." You say before thinking, and he laughs.

"Sounds therapeutic." He responds.

"The butter is actually pretty hard. Gotta break it a bit so I can roll it out." You explain, and he smiles.

He could listen to you talk about baking for as long as you wanted.

You start rolling the dough out, and he focuses back on his own dough.

"Look." He calls your attention. "Not sticking anymore."

"Now you can press and roll it." You say. "If you stand on your tiptoes you can put more force into it."

You set the a ruler at the top of your dough and start cutting it in long and thin triangles. But then your sight escapes from it, finding Joel at the other edge of the table.

His arms muscles flexing as he kneads the dough, his thick fingers piercing into it, his nostrils widening as he uses all his force and body weight — he learned so fucking fast — to work the dough. You're completely lost in him. Lost until you hear...

Your name?

You look at up at his face, a cocky smile on his lips.

"If you told me croissants we're about measurements I'd have done it." He jokes, his smile getting larger as your eyes widen. "Did you mess up your measurements? 'Cause I wouldn't have messed mine up." He teases, his puffy and red cheeks showing how hard he was holding his laughter back.

"No. No, I'm just—I'm just thinking here." You say, embarrassed to be caught mid daydream.

"Thinking, huh?" He asks, panting. "How much longer, again?" He asks, turning his head to look at the timer in front of him.

"Five more minutes." You say, laughing, and he shakes his head.

"Fuck— alright, I take it back. This is hard, Jesus Christ." He admits, stopping as his muscles give up with his laughter.

"To think that I used to wake up at four in the morning to make these everyday." You say, and he shakes his head.

"That's what you were thinking about?" He asks, smirking.

"Kinda." You admit.

You weren't... But he doesn't have to know that.

"You always did it all by yourself?" He asks.

"Pretty much. At first I had my mom help me, but then I realized that overnight proofing and simplifying my menu was better than working all day everyday, and now it's just me." You explain. "Well, me and my mixer." You say, pitifully looking at it.

"I'll fix it, don't worry about it. It needs some rest too." He says. "And well, you have me while it's broken, so that's not perfect but... At least you're not alone." He says, smiling sweetly at you.

"It feels good. Having someone to talk to." You admit. "Though I'm starting to really worry about how many rolls I'm gonna have to make you to pay you for this." You say, and he laughs.

"Never enough." He says, going back to knead the dough.

As the renovations progress, Joel spends each day more and more time in the kitchen with you. Even after he fixed your mixer, he still found reasons to spend some time there talking to you.

And it's not like you didn't escape your own chores to go talk to him. Your favorite thing to do was using him as a beta tester for new or improved recipes.

...

"Do you like raspberries?" You ask, coming close to him while he's applying the new tiles to the bathroom.

"I do." He answers, smiling. His smile sweeter everytime he looks at you.

"Try this." You hand him a small spoon with a raspberry custard. "Is it a bit too sweet?" You ask.

"Just a little, but yeah." He agrees. "Is it for a cake?" He asks.

"Donuts." You say, and he pouts, closing his eyes like you've hurt him.

"Get away from me." He says, handing you the spoon, gently pushing, and you walk away, laughing.

...

"Joel, catch." You say on another day, coming under his stairs and throwing him a pesto roll.

"Fucking amazing." He says with a mouthful after taking a big bite.

"Thank you. I'm testing them." You respond, almost skipping on your way back to the kitchen.

"Make some garlic ones!" He shouts.

"No!" You respond from the kitchen.

"Why not?" He yells, almost disappointed, his voice chocked on the rest of the roll he shoved in his mouth, and you come out of the kitchen.

"Because people come on dates here all the time!" You yell. "I don't want them kissing each other with garlic mouths." You say, already closer to him.

"Hmm. Is the atmosphere here romantic?" He asks, screwing a lightbulb.

"Very romantic." You say, smiling up at him. "Don't you think?" You ask him, and he finishes with the light, that starts brightening all of his best features as he climbs down the stairs, stopping close to your body.

"The only way to know is having a date here." He agrees, his eyes scanning your face, a sweet and adoringly smile on his lips. "You—"

When he opens them, one of your times goes off.

"My donuts." You say quietly, and he smiles, watching as you walk back into the kitchen.

...

"Are you ok with my brother coming over tomorrow?" He asks, throwing his equipment on the back of his truck.

"Yeah, sure. I don't want you going through the whole floor by yourself if you can have some help." You say, smiling.

He nods and stands near you, awkwardly shifting on his feet.

"Can I... Ask you something? And it's ok if you don't want to, I mean..." He stutters.

"What is it?" You ask.

"Is it ok if I bring us something to drink tomorrow?" He asks.

"Sure, I was already gonna bake you some rolls anyway." You say. "But is it to give you energy or to celebrate after you're done?" You ask with a smile, and he frowns, making you tilt your head to the side.

"No." He laughs, scrunching his eyes, gathering the courage to just say it. "I just — laughs — It's not for me and my brother... I wanted to ask you out, but we're already gonna be here tomorrow, so I was thinking of asking if we can hang out here, since we're already gonna be... here." He says, speaking fast so he doesn't have time to second guess himself.

"So you're asking me out... But in?" You ask, playfully, trying not to sound too excited.

"Yeah." He laughs. "Exactly." He says, his cheeks puffy and red as he looks down at you. "But I mean, I get it if you don't want to, if you want to keep it professional, you know?"

"Hmm, professionalism is kind overrated." You say.

"Alright, tomorrow night then." He's quick to say, not giving you time to second guess yourself. "We kick my brother out and hang out." He says, sighing, all of his stress leaving his body at once.

"Sure." You agree, laughing.

"Don't bake any garlic rolls, though." He adds, that sweet smile back on his lips.

"Oh, I'll exclusively bake them." You joke, and he smiles.

"See ya." He says.

"See ya." You say, walking away from him as he gets on his truck.

You're trying not to get your hopes too high. You are.

You're telling yourself there must me something about him that'll shatter the man you know. He can't be this charming, funny and good person he seems to be.

Or maybe you got lucky. Maybe he is all that.

Maybe tomorrow you're gonna have a great time, maybe you're gonna kiss him tomorrow.

You can't wait for tomorrow.

Hope you liked it 🩷

I wrote it right after finishing Pink Velvet, and spend the last week editing it. This series is so warming and comfortable for me that it hurts, I'm so happy you seemed to like it as much as I do 🩷🫶🏻

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[mi-dori]

❦𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍❦

Game: Honkai Star Rail

Prompt: In which reader takes Himeko shopping and spoils her rotten.

Warnings: Fluff, just straight up fluff

Modern Au!

The sun blared through the light of your curtains. It illuminated glowing light that lit up your room. Himeko was resting peacefully on your chest, her hair spread all over and her hands interlocked with your own. It was a Saturday, meaning you didn't have to go to work which was completely perfect as you'd be taking Himeko out shopping today and spoiling her rotten.

You looked down at her peacefully sleeping form and couldn't help but smile to yourself. 'I'm very lucky', you thought. What better way to start your wife's day with breakfast in bed?

But with the way Himeko held you down, you couldn't move and doing so would only wake her up. You tried your luck and released your hand from her grip, then gently trying to push her off so she could lay flat on the bed but that resulted her to stir and slowly open her eyes. You internally cursed yourself for waking her up.

She raised her head and looked around, then looking down at you. "Good morning sweetheart," you breathed out, absolutely stunned by her morning beauty.

"Good morning honey, are you going in work today?"

"No darling why?"

"Wondeful." She plopped back down on your chest which made you laugh. "What's so funny?" She mumbled.

"I have to go make breakfast."

"Then take me with you." You sighed as you had no other choice. You got up and gave her a piggy back ride to the kitchen before setting her down on the counter top. She stretched as she yawned, her stomach being exposed as the white button up shirt lifted up.

"What do you wanna eat sweetheart?"

"Anything is fine love." You sighed. Anything? What does that mean? You looked through the refrigerator and saw some eggs.

"Scrambled eggs and toast." She nodded before watching you cook, her eyes on your every move. Watching you cook somehow put her at peace and made her feel loved as she know she didn't have to do anything. About a few minutes later the food was done. You settled yourself between her legs and she wrapped it around your body pulling you closer. "I haven't had my morning kiss as yet," you mumbled.

Himeko let out a breathy chuckle before gently placing her lips onto yours. The kiss didn't last long but it was sweet and soft. You both ate breakfast, talking about what you happened planned for today. To say she was happy was an understatement. It wasn't often she would go shopping and when she does, it's usually for you.

Once breakfast was eaten, chores were done and the house was clean. You and Himeko were on your way to the mall, as you were driving, you had one hand on the steering wheel while the other rested on her thighs, interlocked with one her hers. Her fingers fit so perfectly between yours, and that hand was the one that was adorned with your wedding ring and bands. She wore them proudly, as a symbol of your undying love for her.

You pulled up to the mall and got out, opening the car door for her as well. "Such a gentle woman."

"Only for you dear."

Himeko wore a beautiful dress, not to fancy but it was classy so you couldn't expect her not the get stared down by BOTH men and women, but she ignored them all as her eyes were only on you.

Your first stop was the clothing centre. Himeko ran like a small child and you followed along. She began picking out a few pieces while making friends with the nice lady that helped her. What can you say? Your wife was both pretty and friendly, a very rare combination.

You were pretty well known in your country so everywhere you went, people came up to you and talked, even at the mall. Whilst you were talking, you felt a hand tap your shoulders and saw the nice lady. "Miss your wife requested that you see her in the dressing room." You excused yourself from the person before entering the dressing room, seeing Himeko holding up a dress to her body. It was a very dark red dress, with golden designs.

"How does this look?"

"It's beautiful."

She then pulled out a black one that had silver designs. "But this one is also beautiful. Gosh I don't know which one to buyyy," she pouted as frustration hit her nerves. You chuckled, knowing the only solution to her problems.

"Have you picked which one you'd like Mrs. L/n?" She nice lady said from behind the door.

"No I-"

"We'll take both dresses Ma'am."

Himeko's eyes widened. "What? Are you sure? But I already have three other dresses along with other clothing..."

"And that's completely fine dear. I'll pay for them all don't you worry." Her smile widened. She wrapped her arms around your neck before hugging you.

"Thank you so much sweetie." As if the hug wasn't enough, she pecked your lips a few times before handing the woman both dresses.

"Where are you taking me next Ms. L/n?" She interlinked your arms together.

"Some jewellery seems nice doesn't it?"

"Oh you spoil me too much. You're creating a spoiled and bratty wife out of me love," she giggled.

"When my wife gets out of line, I'll just have to punish her." You turned Himeko into a blushing mess as you approached the jewellery section.

Beautiful pieces of jewelry were lined off one after the other in a glass case. Himeko leaned over and admired each piece. While she was admiring, you went off to the gold Smith to collect couple pieces of jewellery you had made specially for her.

"Did you decide what you're going to buy?"

"Yeah. I'm just gonna buy this moon necklace since the one you gave to me for our anniversary is faded."

"But won't this one fade again?"

"... should I buy something else then?"

"How about this hand band and this ring?" You pointed to a beautiful hand band and a ring set that had small stars and a big moon. The ring was a beautiful golden one with a diamond in the middle. She smiled as she nodded.

"That's beautiful love."

"Anything else you wanna buy?"

"No at this rate I'll run you bankrupt," she laughed.

"Sure you would."

The cashier was staring at Himeko in a very weird way which made you raise an eyebrow. "Is something the matter sir?"

He completely ignored you and began flirting with Himeko who looked irritated. "I'm married and happy and I don't want anyone else. Now please continue your job."

You wanted to laugh so hard at the cashier's face. Poor guy was embarrassed and had a red face. When the total came up, you handed him your card and he did the transaction before handing it back. He was still embarrassed and couldn't even speak.

As you two walked back to the car, you put the bags in the trunk and hopped in. "Honey i have something for you."

"Hmm? What is it?" You handed her the two boxed and she stared at it before opening it and watching her heart swell with joy. She held up a moon necklace, one similar to the one you gave her for your anniversary. "You had this made?"

"Yeah. I figured that if you buy another one, it'll fade again. Gold doesn't fade. The real one."

"Thank you baby and oh? What's this?" She held up an anklet with your initial on it with a smirk. "You want me to wear your initial?" Her tone had a slight tease to it.

"Yes, so people will know that you're mine."

"Hmmm, if that's the case, I'll wear it."

"Plus you'll look sexy with it, especially when your legs will be on my shoulder and the anklet with dangle."

"Y/n stopp," her face turned red from your very blunt comment. You helped her put on her pieces and she gave you a kiss.

"Thank you for today love."

"It's not a problem darling. As long as you're happy. Now, where do you wanna eat?"

"Let's go to Mcdonald's."

"Really?"

"What?"

"Nothing." As adultish Himeko may be, she will always love McDonald's but never more than you.

[noahmaxim]

Fushiguro toji! naughty little boy

I saw a video on tiktok that at the time I thought of writing something for toji. I'm sorry but I'm a bitch for him.

If you want to reblog my writing, that would be very welcome, but please do not translate or repost on any platform without my permission!

English is not my first language, so I apologize if it's not very good.

Warnings: mention of sex, explicit sex, anal, teasing, toji being a hottie, pet nickname, cuteness at the end.

Fushiguro toji x male reader!

I recommend not reading if you don't like it.

You and toji were lying down, your right leg was on top of his left leg, your hand was resting on his firm chest and your head was resting on the older's broad shoulder. You knew that was the time when you should just sleep after the hard day on you, but having toji by your side made a flame inside you ignite.

Your hand slowly trails down his chest getting close to his beautiful and stuffed bundle but before you can reach it Toji puts his scrutinizing hand back on his chest. But toji should know you can be stubborn and pushy, you drop his hand once more feeling your boyfriend grab you.

"Don't be a brat and keep your hands still while I'm still being nice." He opens his eyes, giving you a look that said, "don't defy me," but defying him was exactly what you intended to do. As soon as he lets go of your hand and closes his eyes again, you already have your hand where you wanted and longed for it. Even though he wasn't hard yet, you could feel just by touching how big he was. You've had sex more than once but every time his size scared you like it was the first time.

"You're really being a naughty little boy, I think I've been too kind to you lately." This time he gets on top of you, pinning your wrists with one hand while he uses the other to support his own weight.

"I just miss you." He hadn't even done anything yet and his voice already sounded so pathetic and needy.

"Look at you, I haven't even touched you and you're already acting like a whore." toji's husky, low laugh brings butterflies to his stomach. He trails kisses from her jaw to her throat, not letting even a tiny piece of her skin escape. Her low moans already filled toji's ears so sweetly that he felt his cock squirm inside his boxers.

"Please toji, don't tease me like that!" Her pathetic and wobbly sweet voice was music to toji's ears, knowing that he made you so desperate without having to do practically anything made him smug and full of himself.

"Be patient, it was you who wanted this. Now I'm taking my time with you little boy." He left a kiss on her cheek soon turning his attention to her beautiful neck at his disposal. You feel him sweat the skin that connects your throat to jaw making a loud moan freely leave your lips, he knew all his pressure points, he knew exactly where to squeeze to make you go crazy.

The hand that was holding his wrists slides down his heaving chest until it reaches the hem of his shirt, toji's big hand penetrates his shirt causing shivers throughout his body, his skillful hand reaches one of his nipples trapping it between his fingers and turning it. A silent squeak leaves his lips at the sudden sensation of pain and pleasure.

"Don't get lost yet little boy." With one hand he frees himself from his shirt. Toji feels exhilarated at the sight of her bare chest exposed to him, her beautiful reddened nipples hard begging him to pay attention to them. Toji moves down to the height of her nipples, leaving a lick on one of them while his hand plays with the other, his lips wrap around your erect nipple while his fingers work deftly on your other nipple.

"T-toji I need you! I need t-you… aah" You stop mid-sentence when he suddenly pinches your nipple making you involuntarily let out a moan louder than everyone else.

"What do you need me to do little boy?" He mocks with a playful smile on his lips and staring at your lost face. His voice was low and seductive, the perfect combination to throw you off your feet. Toji brings his face close to yours gently kissing your lips, he brushes his tongue across your lips to ask for passage which you gladly give in to. His tongue dives into yours greedily exploring every corner of your mouth leaving no room for you to fight him. "Tell me and maybe I can fulfill your request." He runs his thumb over the corner of his mouth, collecting the saliva that was already trickling towards his jaw.

"I-I need you to… f-fuck me toji." You were like a cute puppy begging for its owner's attention, and that was something toji loved about you

"I think you're learning manners, but I still want to take my time with you." Toji lets out an involuntary wheel when he sees her disappointed face. "Don't worry, I still intend to fuck you until you forget those fucking bad manners you learned." The promise he whispered in his ear made his throbbing cock ache.

Toji's hand goes down to your cock squeezing it over the mesh shorts you wore and before you could control it a desperate moan escaped your lips, and your hips rose in search of more friction and attention. Toji trails kisses down your chest and stomach until he reaches the waistband of your shorts, and slowly he pulls them down along with your underwear when he finally frees you from the fabric that restricts you a shiver runs through your entire body with the cold air that from suddenly touched its length.

"Were you ever this hard? You really are such a dirty fucking whore." His hand wrapped around your cock moving it lightly up and down at a torturous pace, you move your hips in search of more friction but toji holds you against the bed preventing you from moving them.

"P-please toj-ji, I can't wait any longer!" Tears already wanted to leave her eyes and run freely down her cheeks because of her lover's teasing.

"Are you finally remembering your manners?" He laughs, speeding up the movements of his hand leaving his vision blurring and his breathing choppy and faltering. "I'll give you what you want since you're being so polite." Toji's lips wrap around the mushroom head of his cock, his moans become louder and his body shakes. You lift your head which was previously thrown back and you have the best view anyone could have, toji between your legs looking at you with puffy cheeks from having your whole cock in her mouth. His eyes were watering from how deep he was tucking you into his throat, the feel of toji's warm throat was the best thing you've ever felt in your entire life.

"Oh my god toji, I'm coming!" His hands grip toji's hair forcing him to keep his cock nestled deep in his throat as his vision darkens, his body shakes and the knot in his stomach tightens. Your breath catches as you descend from your peak and you let toji and go. You hear him cough and you bring your worried gaze to him, even though you know he doesn't need to.

"Don't look at me like that, you should be more concerned about yourself." He runs his tongue over the scar that runs along his upper lip as he looks at you like a predator ready to devour his prey. toji's fingers find your puckered hole rubbing it gently before inserting a finger making you gasp at the sensation. At first he moves his finger slowly before increasing speed and adding another finger, Toji increases the speed. The thrust of his fingers left your mind blank with the pleasure he was giving you with just his fingers.

"I need your father inside me!" His request had toji's cock tightening in anticipation, he was grinding his hips against the mattress in search of some relief from the throbbing pain in his cock.

"I need to prepare you to welcome me little boy." He licks his tight hole as he continues to fuck him with his long, slender fingers.

"I'm fine, I'm ready." Tears were now running down his face and drool was running down the corner of his lips.

"So impatient." Toji stands up, fitting his lips to his, he pulls away from you just so he could get rid of the sweatpants and underwear that trapped him and as soon as he freed himself I turn my attention to his lips. You feel toji's head touch his hole and be inserted slowly. Toji had a large circumference and even with preparation it hurt, but you could handle it since you knew that when it passed you would reach paradise." Hold on a little longer, little boy, I'm already halfway through." .toji's voice was soft as he kissed his face and stroked his hair. The deeper he went the more painful it was. "That's it, it's over. You're so good to me." He hums leaving kisses all over his face. He waits a few minutes for you to adjust until you kndiga everything is fine.

"You j-already can move!" He kisses her forehead moving again. His vision blurs and his mind goes blank as the pleasure of having Toji moving inside you invades his entire body. He had made you as stupid as he said he would, you couldn't do anything but cry and beg him to fuck you harder.

Toji was going so fast that the headboard of the bed was banging against the wall and you felt like at any moment it could break, but at the moment all you cared about was how well Toji was fucking you and nothing else in the world mattered.

"Where's all that bratty attitude of yours now?" You tried to answer, but your mind couldn't formulate words that made sense to reply. "Now you are so pathetic." Your moans turned into desperate screams with the pleasure you felt. Toji hit the right spot over and over again, it was like you could feel it in your stomach." Looks at his belly!" He odders and you force yourself to look, there's a bulge in your belly every time he hits you." That's how deep I am in you." He whispered in your ear as he placed his hand over your stomach and pressed. You already felt your peak coming again, your body was already shaking.

"T-toji I'm l-coming!" You scream feeling your body get heavy and your legs shake.

"Come to me little boy!" That wasn't a request but an order that you were happy to obey. A sharp sound rose to your ears and your body became lighter as if you were floating. You felt toji's hot cum strings paint your walls white as he let out a soft moan in your ear. His body fell on top of you as you both caught your breath.

"Oh my god that was amazing!" You rin wiping the bead of sweat that ran down your forehead.

"Yes, it was. Now we're going to clean you up." Toji gets up removing his member from inside you and you squeeze around nothing with the feeling of emptiness that remains. He picks you up and walks you to the bathroom.

"Toji." You call and he mumbles a little: "hmm". "I love you!" You kiss him, but this time in a calm, passionate kiss.

"I know." He responds by shrugging as you pull apart. You pat his chest as he laughs. "I love you too." He whispers in your ear leaving you satisfied.

[zegrasdrysdale]

[ impossible ] t. seguin

day eleven of malia’s christmas fic marathon

paring : Tyler Seguin x fem!reader

summary : (Y/N) is surprised when ex boyfriend Tyler knocks on the door of her parents’ house on Christmas Day

warning(s) : angsty, but nothing besides that

author’s note : last two fics of the christmas marathon. let’s do this

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She has never been happier to be home in Toronto. (Y/N) loves living in Dallas, but the last few weeks haven’t been the best. Being surrounded by family should help her out of the post-breakup funk she’s been in recently.

Even now as she's sitting in the living room with her family in her Christmas pajamas and opening their gifts, she misses Tyler. She misses her old life with Tyler, but she couldn't do it anymore. She couldn't keep doing the distance.

He was away more often than he was home. When he was home, he went out with his teammates after games or on off days. She'd often go weeks without seeing him because he'd stay over at a teammate's house.

She wasn't equal with hockey anymore. Not like she used to be. She got tired of it.

She never gave him an ultimatum because she could never make him choose between her and hockey. (Y/N) made her feelings known and Tyler didn't seem to care, so she has been living with her best friend in Dallas and came home for Christmas a week ago. She stopped answering Tyler's texts and calls so she hasn't even talked to him in nearly two months.

Her family doesn't notice that something's wrong. (Y/N) does her best to keep a smile on her face and interacts with her nieces and nephews as they open their gifts. No one has asked where Tyler is and she is very much grateful for that.

As (Y/N) opens a gift from her mom, there's a knock on the door. Her mom goes to answer it as she opens the box that contains a Dallas Stars customized jersey that has her last name above the 91. "Tyler!" her mother shouts from the front door. "It's so nice of you to join us. We didn't think you'd be joining us."

Her head snaps toward the door so quickly that she thought for a split second that she gave herself whiplash. She's very surprised to see her ex standing at the front door of her parents' house in Toronto.

"I needed to go see my parents before coming over," Tyler says as he looks right at (Y/N). "Sorry I'm late. I forgot how insane Toronto traffic can be."

Words cannot express how angry and annoyed she is that he is at the door. She thought that he would've gotten the message that she was done when she didn't talk to him for two months.

Apparently not because there he stands in a Stars hoodie and plaid pajama pants with a bag full of gifts at the front door.

She gets up off the floor and pushes Tyler out the door without a word to anyone. It closes behind her, leaving the two of them alone in the cold Toronto air. Snow is on the ground and she's outside in a tank top, fuzzy pajama pants, and slippers. (Y/N) can't even feel the cold because of the fact that she is fuming.

"You have no right showing up," she spits at him. "We haven't spoken in two months and you show up at my parents' house."

Tyler blinks and says, "Last time I checked, you're the one that stopped talking to me. I don't remember being told that I wasn't allowed to come to Christmas because you stopped answering my texts and calls."

"We're done, Tyler," she tells him. "In case that wasn't clear."

"You're done," he retorts. "I'm not. I don't understand why you just up and left."

"I told you why!" (Y/N) practically shouts. "You're gone for weeks at a time, Tyler. The only time I get to see you is when we're separated by a thick piece of glass while I'm sitting in the stands and you're on the ice. You used to spend off days with me, you used to come home to me and we'd watch a movie on the couch or in bed. Then you decided to go out after every game or go out on off days."

He runs a hand through his hair and says, "I am a leader, (Y/N). I was never around my team. I needed to show them that I am still a leader and I couldn't do that when I was cooped up at home with you. You knew what you were getting into when we started dating and all of a sudden, you can't handle it anymore?"

Anger courses through her veins. Her blood is boiling to the point where the snow might melt around her. "No," she retorts. "I can't do it anymore. You used to make time for me and now you're a ghost. I was living in a shell of our past life together while you seemed to be moving on. I was alone in that apartment. It was like I didn't have a boyfriend anymore. I didn't think it would be that big of a deal if I left."

A look of hurt flashes on Tyler's face. "Of course it would be a big deal if you left," he softly says. "I love you. I miss you."

She shakes her head and does everything she can to keep the tears from spilling over to her cheeks. "You didn't listen," she tells him. "I told you how I felt and you still went out that night after the game. I made the decision to leave because I knew that if you went out after I told you how I felt, you'd keep going out. I couldn't do it anymore."

Tyler frowns and says, "I went out to tell the guys that I wasn't going to be going out as much with them after games and on off days. That is the only reason I went out. I was gone for thirty minutes. When I came back to the apartment and you were gone, I realized that I didn't tell you that I'd be right back."

"I- you-" she cuts herself off when she realizes that if she had just stayed around for an hour, he would've been back. "Why didn't you just text that to me?"

"I thought that you'd be back," he admits. His eyes fall to the ground. "I didn't think you'd ignore me for two months. I didn't think it would take you a half hour to pack a bag and leave. I should've told you that I'd be right back."

A tear slips down Tyler's cheek. Her own tears begin to fall when she sees Tyler's tears. "Tyler, I'm so sor-"

"It's not your fault," he interrupts her. "Don't you dare apologize. We wouldn't even be in this situation if I had just realized how lonely you were or if I had just told you that I would be right back. I'm sorry. I know I probably shouldn't have come up here to try and fix things but I couldn't let you spend Christmas thinking you did something wrong when you didn't."

She takes a few steps forward and wraps her arms around his torso. Tyler's free arm wraps around her shoulders as she buries her face in his chest.

They've both done a lot wrong the past few months, but all they can do now is acknowledge what they've done wrong and move past it.

Hopefully Tyler's season can recover too because despite not being together, (Y/N) did keep an eye on his stats. He really began to fall apart a week after she left the apartment and has never been able to get it together.

That's all on her.

"Sorry your season has gone to shit," she sniffles as she looks up at him. "You can blame that on me."

Tyler shakes his head and cups her jaw with his free hand. "I'll never blame how good or bad a season is going on you," he tells her. "That will never be on you.'

A gust of wind blows and she shivers. Tyler wraps his arm back around her shoulders and holds her close to him. "I'll blame myself enough for both of us," she says. "Can we go inside?"

"As long as you're not done," Tyler replies. "I came up here to fight for us and I won't go inside unless you tell me that we can go back to how things were, minus my going out all the time."

(Y/N) looks up at him and nods. "I'm not done," she practically whispers. "Even when I said I was done, I don't think I actually was. You're impossible to move on from, Tyler Seguin."

He smiles and leans down to press a soft kiss to her lips. He hums and pulls back. "God, (Y/N)," he says. "Your lips are so cold. Let's go."

She lets out a light laugh and walks into the house with Tyler in tow.

Everyone looks at the two of them as Tyler pulls off his hoodie and pulls it over (Y/N)'s head since they were outside for fifteen minutes talking in freezing temperatures. "Everything okay?" her mom asks. "You guys were outside for a while. I thought I heard yelling."

"Everything's okay," she assures everyone in the living room. She goes back to sitting on the ground and Tyler sits next to her. He takes her hands in his so they warm up. She leans into him and rests her head on his shoulder. "We're okay."

That was more for Tyler than anything. He kisses the top of her head before he starts to hand out the gifts that he brought with him for (Y/N)'s parents and siblings. She watches them open their presents with a smile on her face.

Then Tyler holds a little present in front of (Y/N). She slowly takes it and looks up at him. "What is this?" she asks.

"Now that would ruin the surprise," Tyler teases. "Open it and find out. I know technically we weren't together when I bought this but I knew I wanted to buy it for you."

She unwraps it and opens the little black box. There's a silver ring that sits inside with a 91 in little diamonds on it. Her jaw drops and she looks up at her boyfriend. "You really went all out even though we weren't together," she gasps.

Tyler grabs it out of the box and takes her right hand. He slides the ring on the ring finger. "Wanted to make sure that everyone knows who your boyfriend was when we got back together," he replies. She admires the ring on her finger and Tyler kisses the ring.

(Y/N) smiles and leans against him to watch the last few presents get opened.

It finally feels like Christmas now that Tyler is here. It didn't feel like it until he got here because they have spent the last three Christmases together.

Despite being angry that he showed up, she's very happy he's here now.

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woozi - royalty

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oh hey it’s been awhile

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"i'll be back soon!" you announced as you left your home.

you lived in a large village, but your home was close to the outskirts of town. there was a river nearby and that was where you washed clothes and sheets. you walked over with a bag in hand and made it to the riverbank after a few minutes.

once you made it to your usual spot, you started washing everything you had brought with you.

as you cleaned, you started to hear someone singing, which made you look up. you looked around and noticed someone walking on the other side of the river, but you didn't mind them and continued washing everything.

"excuse me?"

you looked up and noticed the person no longer walking. he was staring at you with his hands in his pockets.

"hello," you greeted him with a smile.

"do you live around here?" he asked, seemingly curious.

"my family runs the tailor shop nearby. i'm sure you've seen it," you replied to him and looked down again.

"actually...i haven't," he mentioned. you looked back at him.

"are you new to town?" you asked him.

"i live in the center of the kingdom. i don't come out often," he mentioned. "just venturing out."

you smiled and looked down again, "the center. is it nice over there?" you asked.

"you've never been?" he immediately asked you.

"most of us around here stay here unless if it's to make deliveries. people traveling in usually go to the harbors, so we don't attract much attention," you shortly explained to him and put one of the sheets you had into a bucket. "i'll be off now," you mentioned, "nice to meet you."

"you as well."

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"did you hear? the king announced that they'll be looking for someone to marry the prince."

"to who would the prince marry? the neighboring towns don't have any heirs to marry off yet."

"oh! maybe he's marrying a commoner."

"i highly doubt it. he'll probably marry someone rich.”

“the prince is so talented, he would need someone with the same level of talent."

you listened to people talk as you cleaned outside of the store. there was always gossip littering the town, and sometimes it was very interesting to listen to. after sweeping, you set up a sign and headed back inside to look at who was picking up orders today.

"y/n, we'll be back tonight," your mother said to you. they were picking up new materials that came from overseas from one of the towns with harbors.

"make sure to lock up tonight," your father instructed you.

"i will. travel safely!" you replied to them as they left.

after a bit, a few customers came in and you helped them before another worker arrived and took over for you.

"excuse me?"

you looked up and saw the man you had seen a few days prior.

"oh, hello again," you greeted. "what can i help you with?"

he placed down a jacket on the counter. you immediately noticed how nice the jacket was but also noticed a tear on one of the sleeves.

"do you think you could fix this?" he asked, lifting up the portion to show you the tear. "normally, this would be thrown out, but i like this jacket," he mentioned.

"this looks very expensive. would you like me to use expensive materials?" you said while examining it.

"i’ll be happy with whatever will stop it from tearing again," he replied. you nodded.

"we can have this ready for you the day after next," you said to him and gently took the jacket from him. "you must have a lot of money to afford something this beautiful," you said to him while looking at the jacket. you gently folded it and put it in a basket that was on a shelf.

"i'm grateful that i was gifted it," he replied. "should i make a payment now?"

"you can pay when it's done. i need to look for materials first," you answered. "what's your name?"

"jihoon. lee jihoon."

"jihoon? nice to meet you, i'm y/n."

—

after finding suitable materials, you finished working on the jacket that jihoon had brought to you. you were surprised that your parents let you work on such an expensive piece, but it meant more practice with expensive materials for you.

as you were about to open the store for the day, you heard the front door open. you stopped walking and saw jihoon walk in, closing the door behind him.

"oh, good morning!" you greeted him with a smile, "you're here early."

he grinned, "kind of in a rush," he mentioned.

"then let me get your jacket," you said to him and turned around. you walked behind the counter and grabbed the jacket from its spot. you placed it on the counter and noticed that jihoon had walked up to the counter. "does it look fine?" you asked as he started to examine it.

"i...i can't notice anything wrong," he replied after a few seconds. "wow."

you smiled from his response, "just doing my job. i'm glad you don't notice anything off."

jihoon placed a small cloth pouch onto the counter, and you could hear coins clashing together. "here, take this," he instructed you and opened the pouch. you noticed a bunch of coins in there, making you panic.

"what? no! this is way too much, even if i used more expensive materials," you said to him and pushed the pouch closer to him.

he shook his head at you. "please, just take it.”

"but i can't," you said to him. just then, the door opened and someone peeked their head inside. "oh, hello," you awkwardly greeted.

"uh...your highness, we need to leave. now," the person spoke before closing the door again.

you raised an eyebrow in confusion and looked at jihoon.

"did he just—"

jihoon picked his jacket up from the counter and put it on. it fit him perfectly.

"don't let anyone else know," he instructed. "when we first spoke, it was nice not being noticed," he said to you and headed to the door.

"are you the prince?" you asked him.

jihoon looked back at you and smiled at you. he brought his finger to his lips before chuckling and opening the door. "have a lovely day, y/n," he said before leaving, closing the door behind him.

you stood there with a smile and in disbelief at the information you just learned. "have a lovely day, jihoon."

[tortillasconsal]

Day 1. Cold Breakfast

Ssssssuuuuper late, but I didn't miss it so it counts

My first idea was EJ eating some fresh organs from a cold dead body, but I figured it was too predictable so I switched it up to Tim and Brian eating some cold Hot Pockets 👍

I like it bc I have an excuse to babble about these two in my AU

Disclaimer: I want to keep most of the MH lore intact, but I can't promise I'll be very exact on the events that happen since I don't know much about the series other than what I learn from YouTube video essays.

So here, they're not Slenderman's proxies but they have an interesting relationship with him, especially Tim. From what I understand Tim has cought Slenderman's attention since he was very young and has been following him close for a very long time, I like to interpret this as Slenderman becoming fixiated on him and growing desesperate to have him as one of his most loyal followers.

Hoodie survives de events of MH and joins Tim on his journey to I-don't-know-where. They now engage in a never ending roadtrip trying to escape from The Operater and his Proxies (and also hiding from the cops). And while they're at it they do their best to investigate about this damn demon and see how they can escape him for good.

They don't have any meaningful relationships with the rest of the characters, they actually don't know anybody else besides their chasers. At most they would know about certain killers from around the country, but that's it. Not even other supernatural entities like LJ or Slender's brothers.

All they know so far is that they have no one else to rely on but each other.

So we're starting rocky with this piece. I had lots of crisis working on this because I haven't done anything this finished in a very- very long time. I wouldn't call it the greatest piece I've made but I'm still proud of it, like I said- it's been a while since I have done a full piece with shadows and lights and backgrounds and everything, so it's nice to see that I could do it in a day.

I might have to tone the effort down for the rest of the month so I don't burn out too soon. I'm so excited to see what I do tomorrow!!!

[lookbluesoup]

Hydaelyn in Endwalker

At the risk of looking stupid online I'm going to field my perplexions about Hydaelyn that've been bothering me for months lol This post is... a little Hydaelyn critical. But I do offer that in good faith, I LOVE the character and I'm not trying to just trash her, I'm genuinely interested to hear other perspectives about it. (But please be nice, everyone is entitled to their own take)

Also this is not in response to anyone else's post. I haven't even seen any Hydaelyn posts circulating lately. I'm not vagueing anyone or trying to start drama. Just trying to sort out my own feelings about this character.

So my main takeaway from MSQ was that love is, ultimately, what saves you. That humans (including Ancients!) aren't perfect, and cannot love perfectly, but the shared love of you and others is still what saves you.

And, also, that grief is a part of life. Mistakes are a part of life. Conflict and loss happen, but they need not destroy you. Stand for doing right as best that you can, forgive yourself and keep trying, keep loving - both yourself and others.

There was an incredible amount of emphasis on not judging or hating one's enemies, about accepting the humanity in all of us and coming together, which I really loved.

There was also, of course, a huge rejection of self-sacrifice and martyrdom.

I saw all those themes in the Dark Knight quests a LOT (especially before the English translation changed so many scenes), and I assume Ishikawa was continuing that theme from Shadowbringers onward.

So again! I don't hate Hydaelyn!

But I feel like... at least in the English translation, she is still treated with excessive reverence, like a goddess, by the Scions - even ones it didn't really make sense to after her origin came out, like Y'sthola.

And at least on my first playthrough, while I like Venat a lot and love the drama of the Final Days pushing everyone into points of desperation, to their breaking points, and her decision to sunder the world definitely did ultimately help (help!) make it possible for us to defeat the Endsinger... I dunno.

To me she was still subject to the same arrogance as the rest of the Ancients. Whether her decision paid off or not, she still took into her hands the fate of the entire Star, she still made a decision that would result in millions of deaths.

And if we're going by Hydaelyn's own assertion, that each reincarnation is their own person, not just a missing piece of a whole... then to achieve her goal of a better world, she killed all the remaining Ancients except those three.

She chose to create a world where death and trauma would affect generation after generation - and she can say that it was for the greater good, for the world to survive. But that was essentially the Convocation’s justification too, in creating Zodiark and orchestrating the Rejoinings. Committing genocide to prove that genocide is wrong… is not noble.

The cutscene with her sundering the world, where the people insist they'll return to a world free of sorrow underneath a burning sky, could also NOT be how it actually happened. It had to be representational of her feelings and conclusion. Becoming Hydaelyn took coordination with her followers and planning.

At least in English, idk about the original Japanese, Hythlodaeus's shade describes the time of the Sundering as if the world wasn't in utter ruin at that point. It was beginning to heal, they had restored some natural systems, but the Ancients were short in numbers. At that point, they were done sacrificing their own people, in time they were going to sacrifice other life - plants and animals, to restore those lost brethren.

At the very least, Hythlodaeus's completely different account shows that the two sects of people post-Zodiark were viewing their sacrifice and end goal in completely different ways. Ethics aside, whether the competing goal was achievable or not… we will never know, because Venat stopped it from happening.

But I don't think either recounting has a monopoly on the truth. There was no One Truth, there were just competing needs and perspectives. And though Venat insists that unity is necessary to avert the Endsinger - she perpetuates this division. Azem refused her followers call to help summon Hydaelyn, and I think that's significant.

But I'll also acknowledge that Azem didn't manage to save the Ancients, either.

And you could argue that the Ancients were their own worst enemy. They kind of were.

Hermes was a really, really great caricature of severe, untreated Depression. And he had the powers of a god. His creations were sent to find a specific answer in the world beyond, and like their creator, they didn't have the tools to process hearing an answer other than what they were expecting. They were trapped in their own perspective. He was looking for answers in the stars, instead of in himself. Their own pain and inability to engage with emotion in a healthy way overwhelmed every encounter they had and created the very reality he so feared.

He did not use the proper channels for peer review before sending them out on their mission. Those rules, those checks and balances, that community approach to design, existed to protect the Ancients from their own power, and he deliberately acted in secret. He isolated himself from society, convinced himself his pain was something nobody could understand, made an island of himself and doubled down on his own jaded beliefs.

I don't know what kind of mental health facilities were available to the Ancients - we just don't have that information. But I do know that he was treated with patience and forgiveness by a significant number of colleagues, and his quirks weren't held against him. People did try to help and accommodate him, even if they didn't always understand. He had been promoted to a powerful position. I don't know if it's fair to blame anyone in particular, or even their society, for what happened. Because again... everyone was doing the best they could with what they had.

If anything, the problem was that literally any Ancient could have made a similar mistake in the right situation. They were ALL that powerful. Eventually chaos would happen. Sundered souls can certainly create destruction, but not on the same scale.

I don't personally agree with Hydaelyn's decision not to reach out to the Convocation. I understand being careful, and thinking through what the next step should be before acting. But there's a LOT of "maybes" in this argument:

And ultimately, it's her doing the same thing as Hermes, putting the power of judgement over an entire people in her own hands. She's assuming that she is in a unique position to decide the fate of the entire Star. It's not evil. But it's arrogant. She wasn't special among the Ancients, gifted with some unique wisdom. She was doing the best she could from her own perspective.

Plus... if half your population, and then another half again are about to sacrifice themselves... what have you got to lose by outing Hermes and/or trying to work with the Convocation to avert that loss of life? We don't have all the details, I'm willing to accept that there were circumstances that made it impossible, or at least made Venat decide against trying it. But even so. What did you have to lose leading up to the summoning of Zodiark? There was already panic and destruction at that point.

Hydaelyn sacrificed a lot of people to accomplish her goals. She made a goddess of herself and manipulated people like Minfilia on that basis. She killed so many children and stole so many lives even just by reincarnating Minfilia over and over on the First. She misrepresents the nature of the Ascians to the WoL, keeps secrets, and essentially charges you with being a crusader in her Holy War.

It's Emet- Selch who tries to bridge the gap. Not Hydaelyn. It's him who's willing to consider trying to achieve his goals without bloodshed, if you, the WoL, are strong enough. He says this to himself, out of anyone else's hearing. There's no reason for it to be a lie.

And just before Mt. Gulg, you can see Emet starting to question his beliefs about humanity because of the WoL's accomplishments. Hydaelyn has nothing to do with that. It's all you. And Emet succumbs to his own weaknesses too, so we never get to know what that might have happened if you'd had more time with him. He's not better than her.

But I think it's significant that he's the one who reaches out. Who's willing to consider a compromise at all.

In war you make sacrifices, I get that. But she was not more heroic, somehow, than the Ascians. Both sides were doing terrible things and denying the agency of mortals in order to achieve their ideal world.

So to me... she was not a benevolent incomprehensibly wise mother figure. Much like in real life we go from being kids who trust our moms implicitly, to adults who realize our mother was human and made mistakes, I think we’re supposed to recognize that Hydaelyn didn't do everything right and its our job to carry the future forward for subsequent generations, to learn from what came before, and hope that our own children do the same and forgive us for our own mistakes.

I think its very important to note that the WoL is just as much the Convocation's creation as Hydaelyn's. Without being rejoined as many times as they were, the WoL wouldn’t have survived. She saves you from the Ultima Weapon, Emet-Selch saves you from Elidibus, and its their powers combined that save you and your friends from the Endsinger. You are the legacy of each side’s imperfect love, equally.

WHICH brings me to my point of perplexion. Hydaelyn continues to be venerated. NPCs who know what happened continue to emphasize her side of things. I feel I must be missing something, because to me, the finale of Endwalker essentially shattered any idea that this was a Light vs Dark kind of story. People made choices. People made mistakes. It wasn't good or evil. It was human. We survived in spite of our mistakes because love was more powerful than our imperfections.

The Scions sacrificed themselves one by one just like the Ancients. And got brought back using energy from the Star... not all that different than what the Ascians had planned to do with their own brethren. I just don't see much functional difference there in the sentiments between either side.

I don't think we're supposed to hate Hydaelyn. I don't think she was evil. But I don't think she was better than the Ascians.

So while I don't expect, or want, characters to be condemning her left and right in the narrative, it's still baffling to me that there's such consistent, explicit reverence for her.

[logyisthemaincharacter]

Popping the question

Series link

A/n: I'm finally done with this one! It took me a while to find the right words for this.

It's been 2 weeks since Valentine's Day. 2 weeks since our first kiss. And for the past 2 weeks, we haven't stopped kissing each other.

I also made a big discovery. I'm in love with him. At this point, I don't remember a time when I wasn't. Every night, I fall asleep with him on my mind and wake up the same. I replay pieces of our conversations, laughing at funny things he said or did. I have every detail of his face memorized and the way he looks at mine.

I am every kind of in love with him. I am young and yelling and climbing out of the sunroof audaciously in love with him. I am laughter and peaches and dancing in kitchens brightly in love with him. I am quiet tears and warm baths, and wrapped up in his arms gently in love with him. I am train rides and letters and counting days faithfully in love with him. I am groceries and babies and paying a mortgage securely in love with him. I am conversations and bathrooms and lacing up his shoes for work familiarly in love with him. I am bedsheets and bruises and legs wrapped around waists resplendently in love with him. I am whispers and kisses and 'baby I'm not going anywhere' softly in love with him. I am stars and universes and writing golden poetry endlessly in love with him.

The only problem is that we're not moving forward. We've been seeing each other for almost 2 months, and he seems to show a lot of interest, but he's not making the next move.

It's so frustrating 'cause it feels like I don't know where I stand with him. What if he's still seeing other girls? Is that what I am then? One of the girls?

I've been avoiding him since yesterday 'cause I just couldn't stand it anymore. This whole situation is confusing. Ironically, I agreed to take a walk with his mom around the neighborhood.

"Jack has been so secretive. I'm sure he's seeing a girl." Maggie walks beside me, waving at people I've seen around a few times. "Every time I've called to check in, he cut the conversation short, saying that he's going out. He's never done this before. I guess it's serious if he is seeing someone."

I scratch my arm, smiling slightly. "Maybe. Another theory is that he could be writing new music."

"Not a damn! It's a girl. I know it." She sighs as we stop in the middle of the sidewalk. "I just wish he would tell me. I'm his mother. I should know about these things."

"He's probably just waiting for the right time to tell you." I shrug and continue walking.

"Clay tells me you and Jack have become great friends. Why don't you find out who's he's seeing?"

"Maggie, I really think it's up to him to tell you if he's seeing someone and who it is. Just give him time. He'll come clean." I link arms with her.

"You're way too nice. I thought gaining you as a daughter would mean we get to gossip." She lets out a long whine.

"Trust me. That is definitely included, but I don't think it's healthy to gossip about your sons' love lives."

"I just want to know what's going on in their lives, but since it's hard to figure out, tell me what's going on in yours? I've been seeing less of you as well." She sounds very suggestive. "Made new friends?"

"Kind of, yeah. I've become close with one of my colleagues, Caeser."

"Caeser? Have you two been going on dates?" She bumps my butt.

I immediately burst out in laughter, throwing my head back. "Caeser's gay. I don't do gay."

"Oh!" She starts to laugh as well.

As Maggie and I stroll closer to our houses, the familiar sights and sounds of the street surround us. The sun begins to set, casting a warm golden glow on the houses.

I notice a familiar figure on my doorstep. It's Jack, and he looks sad. I didn't expect him to show up at my house, especially when I've been avoiding him. Maggie, who doesn't know about our relationship, is surprised to see Jack at your house instead of hers.

Ginger is also with him. She runs toward us as soon as she sees me. I immediately pick her up and hug her tightly.

As we approach Jack, I can't help but feel a sense of vulnerability. Did he figure out why I've been so distant? Does he understand how much it means to me to have commitment? Will he understand my frustration?

Maggie, sensing the tension, looks at both of us with curiosity and concern. She may not know the full story, but she can sense that something is going on between Jack and I.

In this moment, standing face to face with Jack, I know it's time to address unspoken feelings and uncertainties. It's time to have an honest conversation and see where it leads.

"Jack! Funny seeing you here." Maggie glances between the two of us.

"Hey, Mom. I just came to talk to Logan about something." He puts his hands in his pockets, clearly stunned seeing his mother.

"I'll take Ginger then. Gives you a reason to come and visit your parents once in a while." She takes Ginger from me. "See you later. She walks across the street to her house.

Jack and I stand there in silence. Just staring at each other. It's as if we're both trying to read each other's minds.

"We should probably go talk inside." I dig in my back pocket for my keys.

"Yeah. Away from all the eyes." He stands out of the way so I can walk past him.

I take a deep breath, insert the key into the lock, and turn it, hearing the satisfying click as the door unlocks. With a hesitant push, I swing the door open and step inside, feeling a rush of emotions wash over me.

"Would you like something to drink?" I close the door, leaning against it after he's inside.

"No, thanks. I just really want to get something off my chest before it's too late." He walks around the living room, picking up random objects and observing them for a few seconds.

I head over to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. "There's actually something I've been wanting to talk to you about, too, but you can go first."

Jack's normally confident demeanor is replaced by unease. His eyes dart everywhere in the room, unable to meet mine for more than a darting moment.

"I've been wanting to ask you this a long time ago, but I never knew how to. There were loads of perfect chances to do it, but none of them were perfect enough." His eyes finally finds mine, even though it took him a little willpower. "You're the kind of girl you never see coming. It starts off simple, and then 2 months later, you're saying 'I love you'. I want to spend every night tucked up in the mystery that is your mind. I wanna wonder what you're thinking, what you want, or if I'm enough for you." He smiles brighter than he ever has before, making my put my glass down. "Some people you can read, but you're a novel written in another language. Love is never easily understood. Our love was unexpected, the kind you only read about. One second, I was flying on a plane, the next, we were falling in love. It gives me hope that the world is a good place. You give me hope that I am good. "

My heart races as Jack's words wash over me. A smile spreads across my face, feeling my own love for him grow even stronger.

"When you wrap your arms around me, I swear no one in the world has ever felt safer. When your fingers are intertwined with mine, I'm sure we can take on the world together. When I'm lying next to you, I feel magic, the kind you only find in a girl who finds humor in everything. When you kiss me, I sprout wings that take me to a place where it's just you and I. Sometimes, when you laugh, I swear it's the cure for any disease. You feel like home. No, it's better than that. You feel like where I belong, where I was always supposed to be. I wasn't looking for anyone, but you came along and made everything better. You're the kind of girl that's steals your heart and changes your life."

Every word he speaks resonates deep within my soul. I feel cherished, loved, and valued in a way I've never experienced before. His words create a sense of security and belonging, making me feel like I've found my true home. The way he describes our connection, the way he sees me, it's as if he's unlocked a whole new world of love and happiness for me. Tears well up in my eyes as I realize how lucky I am to have found someone who truly understands and appreciates her.

"I was literally fucked when you ignored my calls and texts like that. I thought something bad had happened to you. I'm stupid for almost letting you slip through my fingers. To be honest, I would've hated myself if I did. So, Logan, will you be my girlfriend?" His eyes are filled with nervousness and hope. They sparkle with anticipation, reflecting his genuine desire for a deeper connection between us. His gaze is intense yet tender, conveying his sincerity and vulnerability.

I wipe my tears and take a deep sniff. "I-I don't know what to say."

"Just say yes." He walks around the kitchen island, closer to me.

I turn around, gripping on the island just as he comes to stand in front of me. "Yes." My voice comes out more excited than I wanted it to sound.

He places his hands on both sides of mine, his brows furrowing in disbelief. "Are you sure? Do you really want this?"

"I thought you'd be jumping for joy the way you just made me cry." I lean back a little.

In a matter of seconds, he's kissing me like the world is rolling right off a cliff like he's trying to hold on and he's decided to hold on to me, like he's starving for life and love and he's never known it could ever feel so good to be close to someone. Like it's the first time he's ever felt anything but hunger and he doesn't know how to pace himself, doesn't know how to eat in small bites, doesn't know how to do anything in moderation.

His hands are around my waist, and he's breathing so hard. He hoists me up onto the counter, and my legs wrap around his waist.

I pull away, resting my forehead on his. "So, since we're dating now, what about pet names?"

"Do we really have to do that now?" He chuckles, rubbing circles on my lower back.

"We don't have to decide on any right now. I just wanted to know if it's acceptable." I run my fingers through his soft curls, twirling the ends.

"Anything that isn't common is acceptable." He pecks my lips.

"Okay. No 'baby' or 'babe'. Got it."

Jack picks me up in the position we're in and starts to walk off. Before I know it, we're out the door, walking across the street.

"Jack, what are you doing?" I look at him panicked.

"We're going to get Ginger, what else?"

"Your parents are going to freak out when they see us like this!" I try to pry his hands off me so I can get down.

He tightens his grip. "Then we're just going to have to tell them. They'll find out one way or another."

"Are you sure? We can wait."

We stop at Maggie and Brian's front door. He plants a soft kiss on my lips, reassuring me. "I'm sure."

[heartbranches]

Spoilers for Strange New Worlds

Wow. That latest episode was a banger.

For those of you who haven't seen it, skip this post!

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So there's a lot of ambiguity over what M'benga does to Rah at the end. Does he stab him in cold blood? Does Rah start it? Does Rah deserve it? I've seen people talking about it as an intellectual exercise and yet, I'm not really struggling with this one.

I'm coming at this with having personal experience with PTSD, and if the son of a bitch who gave me that PTSD is now walking around like his farts smelled like roses, while I get to spend my days wallowing in terror and pain, and now wants to to use ME as a means of proving that his halo is made of pure gold when my blood is made of acid thanks to him?

No matter how many times I tell him NO?

Fuck that motherfucker. He is getting stabbed in the FACE.

Because not once, does Rah acknowledge the damage he has done to M'benga or to Ortegas and Chapel. This is very telling for people who just want to be Forgiven and Need a Second Chance and are Atoning. What are you doing for the people you *actually* hurt? If you are sincere about changing and being better you acknowledge that not everyone is going to give you a hug and hear you apologies. You can't force your apology on people. You can't force people to forgive you (like Rah found out).

Rah literally walked up on a pissed off angry grizzly bear that he had personally and thoroughly tormented and enraged, and tried to force it to hug him. How in God's name did he think that was going to work out?

(and in b4 someone comments on my usage of grizzly bear, when I'm triggered sometimes I feel like a giant feral grizzly bear that's about to start eating furniture, hence the metaphor)

People who haven't been traumatized often don't get that. They want you to play nice. They want things to be good and easy. They want nice edges and soft surfaces. They want you to fold your trauma away and give your tormentor a handshake because the messy business of your trauma doesn't fit with anyone's gameplan. Which often isolates and makes the trauma even worse.

There's the banger of the line that I'm paraphrasing here, that "Some things can't be fixed, only managed" and it was like, YES, THAT, EXACTLY. That's what it feels like, some days.

It also makes Chapel's character make sense in a whole new way, too. Doesn't want relationships. Doesn't want to be tied down in any way. Doesn't want anyone getting close to her, even if she starts to have feelings for them. Because if they get close to her and see what she saw there, and see the broken, jagged, ugly pieces inside of her, she might start screaming and just not stop.

[songmingisthighs]

Ignominy

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ch. xxxv - i'm asking you

hybrid!san × human!reader

buy me coffee ?

everyone wants to belong, it's basic human need to connect with people around them. what happens when you're responsible for someone who belongs to two worlds but at the same time belongs to neither ? worst part is, what happens when it's your ex ?

When you got out of San's room (with much difficulty because his bed was absurdly comfortable), San was already behind his kitchen counter on his iPad with two paper bags in front of him.

"Oh hey, you found my bra," you pointed out at the item to San's right side. San lifted his head up to nod at you, "Yeah, you wouldn't be able to guess where I found it," he said which made you furrow your eyebrows as you pause to think. You couldn't guess so you shrugged at him as a sign for him to tell you. "The oven," he snickered at your surprised expression that was mixed with confusion. "How did it get there???" You asked as your eyes darted around to try and figure out how your bra got into somewhere it wasn't supposed to. San simply shrugged and closed his iPad to start takimg things out of the paper bag, shifting your attention to the food he placed on the counter.

"Oh my God," the corners aof your lips curled into the biggest grin as you recognized the packaging, "Is that from The Diner?" Your hands excitedly grabbed the packaging and started ripping it open, careful as to not let the food drop whilst simultaneously sitting yourself on the barstool.

The Diner is a 50s diner themed restaurant that you both frequented as high school students. It had hand down the best burger in South Korea and you both stood by it. The ambience was nice and the food had ALWAYS been amazing. Besides, keeping up with the theme, they employed sassy middle aged ladies as waitresses and while they're not always nasty, you love the way they took care of the both of you. You remember the pie you and San fought for as it was the last piece before you got close, you remembered the plate of fries San bought you as peace offering, you remembered the milkshake you both shared on your first date, and you themembered the broccoli cheddar soup you ate as it was raining outside the day you realized San was never coming back. After that day, you haven't been back much. Maybe once or twice every couple of months and even then all of your friends had to be there so you wouldn't break down. But at the moment, you can only focus on your excitement of eating their food again. Sure, you'd rather eat it again at the restaurant (maybe even with San), but this was great too.

Hearing the excitement in your voice made San crack a grin because it was very much his intention to be a little nostalgic. "Yeah! I've been craving for their burgers and I haven't quite had the chance to get them. Or even a good enough reason," he said as he focused on taking his burger and fries out along with both of your drinks.

One of your eyebrows instinctively twitch upwards when you noticed his words. You chewed your food and swallowed before asking him to clarify what he meant, "What do you mean a good enough reason? I thought 'hungry' or 'craving' is reason enough," you chuckled to let him know you were being genuinely curious instead of judgmental. San chewed and swallowed his food slowly as he thought over how to answer you, contemplating about whether or not he should answer with his real answer because he felt like it was embarrassing. But the look on your face just melted his doubt away. Sure, it was JUST your face, but how can he say no to that face? He could say you're a lousy assistant for not properly warming his food up but that was in the past (like a couple of weeks ago).

Hearing him speak, you realized that you had never taken into account of San's feelings or experience over what happened. Sure, you were hurt physically and ghosted, but even you knew deep down that San wouldn't have done that on purpose just because or specifically just to hurt you. He's not that kind of a guy despite what your friends speculated. And the man before you proved your point. The way he spoke and his body language, you just know that he was being truthful and genuine. All the years you spent resenting him for hurting you physically and mentally, you've never really taken time to consider his feelings or his experience.

With a deep breath, San braced himself to answer you truthfully, making a mental note that you might ridicule him and if or when you do, it's totally his fault for being weak-willed. "So..." He started, not really knowing how to say what he wanted to say, "Well, we... We went to The Diner a lot when we were young so I really associate the place with you and all the good memories we had, a reminiscence to the good old days, you know? But after what happened, I just felt ashamed and I... I can't even go there without feeling extreme guilt and like... just the biggest asshole ever," he admitted, eyes slowly looking down to his food.

You realized it had been a while since you answered him so after clearing your throat, you let your voice break the silence. "Well... Now I hope you can enjoy eating at The Diner again," you said nonchalantly in hopes to be able to calm his nerves. San whipped his head to you to see you smiling gently at him, as if reassuring him that you were okay and that you were offering an olive branch. Warmth bloomed in San's chest and it was so weird because he felt like he was going to pop like a balloon from the intensity and the unfamiliarity. It was almost uncomfortable but your presence there with him really helped because he realized that it was the same feeling he had when he was younger.

Out of sheer overwhelmed feeling, San suddenly drop his food and fast-walked into his room. Your smile dropped and your stomach sunk because you thought that he was avoiding you or shutting you out, your olive branch rejected so coldly and the feeling you felt when San ghosted you slowly crept back. So you went back to eating despite the irony that you were eating the same thing back then, the food slowly turned bitter in your mouth with the realization but you couldn't stop eating.

Your first tear was about drop when something appeared next to you on the table. Your eyes shifted to the item and slowly you realized that it was your jacket. The exacy same one Jongho stole from you and gave to Yeosang. "Oh my God," your breath hitched and you looked up to see San smiling gently at you, "This... I should've given this back to you when you first started working and I never got to thank you for accepting the job to work with me despite being slightly forced," San reached for his food and pulled it to the spot next to yours, sitting down on the vacant stool.

For a moment, you were stunned. San had started becoming nice to you, sure and that might have mostly been because you worked together and you both have been fucking around. But this felt like he was being himself to you. Not boss man San, not fuck buddy San, but just San, Choi San. "Well, how can I deny the good pay?" You teased, nudging him with your shoulder teasingly which made him chuckle and shook his head.

You had imagined spending the day fucking him again because you thought that was the only thing you both had in common currently. But the platonic, friendly thing going on between you two tught then, you didn't know how much weight lifted off your shoulders just from the simple talk. Sure, it wasn't a deep dive into your past and there were still unanswered questions, but this was a step forward and the small step felt monumental. So for the first time in a long, long while, you spent the day in peaceful bliss, doing miniscule things like talking or watching something on his youtube or even doing your own things while letting the comfortable silence envelop you. But it felt good. It felt like he was good.

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[heartfullofleeches]

Hey Devil,

I turned 27 today and wanted to thank you for for all that you do here. It’s literally the only thing that brings a smile to my soul throughout the day…if I may be so selfish, could I request (whenever you can) a comfort piece with any of the cafe or museum folks? I’m just so tired of this life and would love some solace

(Happy birthday, Anon! Hope the waters clear for you and that this little piece is to your liking. Went with cafe because we haven't seen them in a minute)

"They should try mine first!"

"Eat shit, pussy! Boss is trying mine first!"

"I-I don't mind if you try mine last, master, but please enjoy it!"

Your birthday. One of the most awaited days at the cafe, but also one of it's most hectic. You sit at a booth surrounded by your regulars, the entire lot rented for your special day. The sneaky cat who paid for the venture planned the celebration around you and him, but a certain cow still had her keys and crashed the party during the decoration stage.

Every direction holds a new cake for you to sample. To start off, a high in, four tier cake sits at your immediate disclosure. Each layer was a different flavor and it was wrapped in the fluffiest frosting decorated with sugar pearls and lace pattering. Next was a quaint little dome with white frosting and a pink belly, topped with rabbit ear. Following that was a sheet cake with a grass pattern, bordered by a yellow wall and a little candle in the shape of a barn. To round out the display was a ghastly number that hardly resembled a cake at all; its walls collapsing outward on itself and burnt to a crisp. Frosting included. An air bubble in its center pops as someone points a manicured claw at it.

"If Y/n eats that thing, we'll be spending the rest of the day in the fucking hospital." Saber hisses, teeth bared as his fur frizzles from the stimulation.

His hyena rival rolls his eyes to the back of his skull. "Quit your bitching. I might have left in it a little too long, but I'm sure it's not that horrible."

"Ehehe... If we are claiming firsts, may I request they open my gift first." The leech-maid suggests "I've done my research and positive they'll enjoy it."

"Unfortunately for you, Doc. I believe I am the one who holds that title." Comes the crow from one corner, addressing the shiny pendant hanging from your neck.

"Here you go, sugarcube. Eat up." Whispers Belle; the cow woman having already cut you a huge slice from her cake while the others fought. You've tasted her desserts before, but this one seems sweeter and lighter than usual, and is your favorite of what you'd had in the pass. She wipes the crumbs from the corner of your lips and pockets the napkin.

"Alright, enough." Barks Bear, clearing his throat of the snarl within as he addresses everyone in the room. "We've been over this. We wish them a happy birthday, we give out the present, we play nice for a little while longer, then we each get ten minutes alone. Got it?"

Agreement comes in the form of a grumble or word of confirmation from around the room.

The wolf glances at the sheep by his side. "Wanna start off?"

"Um- Sure! Ha-"

"Wait just a moment.... There." Viney hands place a floral crowd on top your head, buds sprouting and binding the piece to your head by locking with each other through strands of your hair. "Perfection. Now we may begin."

One... Two.. Three.

Out of tune and a few off-key, your loyal and lovestruck pets sing you happy birthday. Through their discordant song, one thing rains clear. The love each individual bares for you and their willingness to make sure your happiness always last. It was the very reason they all were here now without going at each others throats'. The bickering may return another day, but at the end of it all their hearts were yours alone.

[slasher-male-wife]

"You're supposed to change it?": Bo Sinclair x airhead male reader

I know I haven't posted in a hot minute so here's this for y'all. Mostly wrote this for @k1nn1e-0n-ma1n because he is so down bad for Bo rn. This is sort of based around the "Slashers with an airhead s/o" post I made but with a male reader.

Warnings: Reader is very air, mentions of murder, mentions of roadkill, not proof read

Lester called Bo as he picked you up from your broken down car. Lester doesn't call often, but when he does it's usually important. He warned Bo that you're pretty dumb, but how dumb could you actually be? When you first walked in Bo quickly took notice of how handsome you looked.

Bo has convinced himself that he's not gay, but that doesn't mean he can't check you out. All men check out other men in a platonic way. Of course they do.

"Well how can I help ya?" He says. You walk to the counter and give him a warm smile.

"Ok so my car broke down a few miles from here and I had no idea why. But that nice man who gave me a ride told me it's because my fan belt or something broke. He also said there was an issue with my oil." You tell him. Bo nods his head, you'd clearly be an easy kill.

"When was the last time you had your oil changed?" He asks. You smile and laugh nervously, biting your bottom lip awkwardly.

"I didn't know you're supposed to change it." You say as you start picking at your nails. Bo stifles a chuckle and nods his head.

"You're supposed to change it every six months or 10,000 miles. How long have you been drivin' that car?" He asks. You press your lips together tightly.

"About um, 11 months." You say softly, looking at the ground. Bo is astounded that you even made it this far in one piece. He just nods his head and takes out his phone.

"Well I'll get that man who brought you here to tow your car back for ya." You smile softly as Bo dials the number on his phone.

"Oh thank you so much. I swear I don't know what I'd be doing if it weren't for smart men like yourself." Bo gives you a smile and walks into the back of the station. While on the phone with Lester he explains to go tow your car back here and tell Vincent not to kill you. Bo's got a strange feeling he should keep you around. He's kept women around before, but not a man. You don't feel like the women before, you feel different,

Bo walks back in and finds you looking around the station. He puts on his charming smile and walks over to you.

"Now how bout we go up to my house so I can get you that fan belt." He says with a smile.

"You keep fan belts at your house? Do all mechanics do that?" You ask, running a hand over your hair.

"I have deliveries sent up to my house just cause I don't want anyone stealing anything. Now lets go get that fan belt."

"That sounds good. Do you think my car will be done within the next few days? I have somewhere I need to be." You say as the two of you leave the station.

"Well if it's just an oil and fan belt change I'm sure you'll be fine. Where are you off to in such a hurry?" He asks, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

"Ok don't laugh at me, but I'm a model and I have this shoot I'm going to. I live farther north but flying down here was too expensive for me so I just decided to drive." Bo smiles and nods as he takes a drag.

"I could tell you're some kind of model or actor. You've got a real nice face for it." He says as he blows out his smoke. You chuckle and smile again, Bo can't help but admire how handsome you look again.

"Oh well being a model isn't all fun and games, but it's still nice making a living off being so hot." You joke. Bo looks over you again and solidifies that he has to keep you around for a bit longer than most victims.

[floralcyanide]

hi was wondering if you could write smut for austin where the reader is playing priscilla and they have to film a sex scene and they both get really horny and then they fuck

Like Riding A Bike

Austin Butler x Reader Smut

>> hiii anon! your request sort of gave me a few ideas so I changed it around a little and added some things for plot if you don’t mind! I haven't read this all the way through since I wanted to get it posted, so I'm sorry if any of it sounds off. I hope you enjoy this!! I'd enjoy anyone's feedback!! I haven't written and posted smut in a long time soooo yeah lol

pairing: Austin Butler x reader, some Austin!Elvis x Reader!Priscilla if you wanna be technical

warnings: smut, somewhat inexperienced!reader, virgin!reader, fem!reader but mostly gender-neutral, oral, alcohol mentions, nsfw, 18+ only, minors dni.

word count: 5096 (she is lorge)

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Your acting career hasn't been extensive, but you were really good at the parts you've played. So good that it caught the attention of Baz Luhrmann, a famous director who is in charge of the biopic Elvis. He was searching for the perfect person to play Priscilla, and that person just happened to be you. After many script readings and screen tests, you're now sitting in your hair and makeup chair, getting ready for one of the movie's more intense and vital scenes. At the beginning of movie preparation, you were told there would possibly be a sex scene, but it wasn't entirely sure. This made you nervous because you have yet to have sex. You've done other stuff, but you haven't felt comfortable connecting with someone like that.

Yes, you're a Hollywood actor, but you really didn't use that to your advantage. You just do what you love to do, and at the end of the day, you go back to your apartment and mind your business since you have very few friends in California. However, you have made some while on set for Elvis, including the lead, Austin. He's really nice, very charming, and has manners. He was very reassuring during the eventual script reading for the sex scene when he noticed you were a little nervous.

"Scenes like these are easy because they're just like riding a bike. Do it once, and you know how to do it from then on," Austin had said. 

Except it's not the scene itself you're worried about, it's how accurate you're going to move and sound without experience. But you're glad Austin was supportive anyway. Another thing to worry about with filming the sex scene is trying not to be awkward. You have a massive crush on Austin that has snowballed since the day you met him. So you must try your hardest to be professional. Not blushy and flustered. 

Your stylist is satisfied with your hair and makeup, so you're waiting for Austin's stylist to finish up. He had hair, makeup, costume, and prosthetics, which took a lot of time. You try to keep your nerves at bay by scrolling through your phone. But no matter how many Instagram posts or TikToks you look at, your stomach is doing somersaults. 

About 20 minutes later, Austin finishes getting ready and joins the rest of the cast and crew for the scene. You're awkwardly standing on your mark in a robe. Underneath, you're wearing a pretty pink lace teddy. It's a gorgeous piece, and unfortunately, you only wear it for a few minutes before you have to remove it. It's time to start taking places, and Austin takes his on the bed, where he's half laying half propped up by his elbow. You remove your robe, and a stagehand takes it from you. Austin is looking at you, trying to keep his face as neutral as possible. But inside his head, he's drinking you in from top to bottom. 

"Action!"

You know that this scene will probably have to be filmed many times, so you try your hardest to do well on the first take. Suavely, you begin crawling on the bed on your hands and knees, maintaining eye contact with Austin. You move to where he's propped up and lightly push him onto the bed, climbing on top of him. At this point, you aren't entirely sure how to behave accurately. Austin puts his hands on your hips, and you nearly jump.

"My beautiful lady is all dolled up for me, huh?" he smiles up at you, reading off his line with his well-practiced accent and deep voice.

"I sure am," you lean forward and capture his chin in your hand, getting close to his face, "Too bad it won't stay on long."

Austin gulps visibly, and you aren't sure if that's in the script or not. But you go along with it. The next part you're nervous about, though, and it IS in the script. He begins to slowly run his hands down your arms until he reaches your hands, enveloping them into his as he leans in for a kiss. You can feel your hands shaking, and Austin holds them a little tighter, so the camera doesn't pick the shaking up. Your lips meet, and you close your eyes as you're supposed to and prepare to be undressed. It's difficult to not feel awkward with Austin and the rest of the watching cast and crew seeing your body. You tense up a little as Austin begins pulling the teddy off, and it must've been noticeable because Baz cuts filming.

"Loosen up just a little there, Y/N. Let's try that one more time from the kiss?" 

You smile sheepishly at Austin, mumbling "sorry" before Baz signals for filming to resume. The two of you manage to get the teddy off and start acting like you're having sex, but you struggle to get the sounds just right. After several failed takes, Baz runs a hand over his face.

"Someone get Y/N a robe, please," he says, motioning for you to come to him.

You pull the robe on quickly, climb off the bed, and walk over to where Baz is seated.

"Look, I don't know your personal life, nor do I want to assume," Baz places his hands on your shoulders, "But whatever is preventing you from doing your best up there needs to be resolved. How about you do some reflecting, and we can finish the scene tomorrow? Hm?" 

You nod, "That sounds like a good idea."

"Great. Alright, everyone, let's continue this one tomorrow. How about we work on something else for now?" 

Austin hurries off the set to you, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's just…." you trail off, unsure how to tell him what is truly going on with you.

"You don't have to tell me. But if you want, we can go out after I finish for the day and get you loosened up a little," Austin suggests, trying his best to comfort you and whatever was going on with you.

"Sounds good," you smile.

Eventually, filming wraps for the day, and you've changed into a comfortable dress to go out with Austin. You're excited and nervous. You hope you don't say or do anything weird. In all honesty, you didn't want to tell him that you're a virgin, but you are beginning to think you'll have to. Maybe he could give you some tips or tricks on how to sound and move like you have experience. The worst thing he could do is make fun of you for it, but he doesn't seem like the type of guy who would. Austin eventually finishes getting his makeup and prosthetics off and leads you to a bar a few blocks away. You're glad the dress you decided to wear isn't too dressy for a bar. 

"So," Austin turns in his seat to face you, drink in hand, "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything is fine. I'm just struggling with getting some parts accurate enough," you say, taking a sip of your drink.

Whether you want to or not, you have to tell him why you're acting the way you are, no matter how embarrassed it makes you feel.

"Accurate?" Austin looks at you with a slight smile, curiosity sparkling in his eye.

You rub the back of your neck nervously, "Like, the sounds and movements. I'm not sure how to sound or move."

You watch as the gears inside Austin's head begin to turn. A look of realization crosses his face, "Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't realize what you had meant-"

"No, it's okay. It's not exactly a normal thing at my age or occupation, I know," you interrupt Austin sheepishly, your face burning in embarrassment.

He nods slowly, taking in the situation before speaking up again, "So what experience do you have? You don't have to answer, of course. I just want to know so I can help."

You quirk an eyebrow up at the last part, and Austin immediately backtracks.

"What I meant was I’ll help you figure out how to channel what you DO know already into your acting."

You nod understandingly, "I've pretty much engaged in everything except actual sex," you avoid eye contact with Austin when you say this.

You know that you shouldn't be embarrassed; not everyone loses their virginity super early, and some wait until they find the right person. You just haven't found someone you truly vibe with enough to reveal that intimate part of you yet, and that's okay. Except it's getting in the way of your career, and this movie is a major break for you. So, you must somehow fix this situation as soon as possible. 

"Okay," Austin takes a deep breath, "How did you feel those times that you did other things?"

Your face burns again. Talking about sex with Austin was not on your to-do list, yet here you are.

"Good," you say, and you can tell Austin knows you're lying by the look on his face, "I mean, it was okay all those times, but it was nothing memorable enough to remember."

He's quiet for a few minutes, and you all but chug your drink in the awkward silence. 

"Maybe," he clears his throat, "Maybe I can help?"

Your cocktail almost goes through your nose, "Pardon?"

Austin laughs nervously, "Do I need to say it outright to you, sweetheart?"

Feeling brazen, although still unsure if he genuinely means what he said, you tap your chin questioningly, "Yes."

"Maybe I can give you some experience. Only if that's okay with you, of course."

You suck in a breath. Sure, you're attracted to Austin. Who isn't? But do you vibe with him?

"Only if you tell me more about yourself. I wanna know what I'm gonna get myself into," you say, finishing off your first drink.

A smile creeps up Austin's lips, "Sure. What do you want to know?"

For hours the two of you sit and talk, joking about cast members and spilling your deepest fears. You now know Austin's favorite color and coffee order, where he grew up, the scariest thing that's ever happened to him, and even his least favorite thing about playing Elvis. He knows all of those things about you as well and more- including the unexciting sexual encounters you previously mentioned.

"And then he came in five seconds and left without even touching me. It was unfortunate," you giggle at the memory you're telling, even though it was absolutely dreadful at the time.

You've just finished your third drink, and Austin is still nursing his fourth. You aren't sure if it's natural chemistry you're feeling or if it's the alcohol making you feel buzzed, but you think you're ready. You aren't drunk, luckily, so you can think clearly and make rational decisions. 

Austin chuckles at your story, "That is truly sad. I've lasted hours before."

You stifle a laugh, fire spreading across your face, "Really?"

He nods with a knowing smirk, finishing off his drink.

"I'm not sure how long I could go. It's been a minute since I've done literally anything," you scratch your neck, hoping Austin couldn't sense your onset nervousness. 

Your nerves aren't as bad as they would've been a few hours ago, thankfully, but they are still there.

"Wanna find out?" Austin crosses his arms, his quarter rolled-up sleeves revealing his chiseled arms.

Your face and ears burn like fire, "I think so."

"Then let's go."

When the two of you step outside, you sober up almost immediately from the warm air hitting your face. Austin's apartment isn't too far from here, so you decide to walk this time too. His hand finds its way to yours, clutching it similarly to earlier on set when you got nervous. Austin will glance over at you every now and then, his expression unreadable.

The two of you finally reach Austin's apartment, and your nerves are setting your body on fire. His hand is still grasped in yours, and you wonder if he can feel the electricity emitting from your skin. For a moment, he lets go of your hand so he can fumble with his keys to unlock the door, giving you a chance to rub your hands together to get rid of the stinging feeling. The door swings open, and you swear all the air is sucked from your lungs because it's happening. It's finally happening, and it's with someone who you thought would never give you the time of day. But, stranger things have happened. 

Austin grabs your hand again, guiding you inside before shutting the door behind you. He slowly drags you towards a room straight ahead, somehow able to maneuver in the complete darkness. When the bedroom door closes, Austin gently pushes you up against it. He has your wrists pinned above your head, and your chest heaves from the sudden movements. You're looking straight at him, your eyes slowly adjusting to the pitch-black surrounding you. The moonlight from the open window shines directly into Austin's eyes, allowing you to see how dark they are becoming. His breath is hitting your face, and you're trying your best to take everything in; how he looks at you, how his large hands feel against the pulse of your wrists, and how close his body is to yours. You glance down at his perfect lips as they draw nearer to yours with every passing second. You lick your own lips in anticipation, your eyes darting back up to Austin's. His mouth is agape, his breathing getting heavier at the mere thought of kissing you. And after waiting what felt like forever, he finally does. 

His body is now pressed firmly against yours. The kiss starts out simple but quickly turns feverish, almost needy. You decide to experimentally run your tongue over his plump bottom lip, and he graciously accepts it into his mouth. You can't remember the last time someone has kissed you like this, and if they did, you couldn't compare it to this by a long shot. Austin pulls away from your mouth and begins to kiss every inch of your face, then moves along your jaw and eventually to your neck. He's pressing open-mouthed kisses on your skin, and god, was it turning you on. You struggle against his hands, still gripping your wrists, wanting to touch him so badly. He eventually lets go of you, and your hands fly to his beautiful black hair, your fingers rooting themselves in the locks. You feel Austin begin to nip at the skin of your neck, and you honestly didn't care if he left marks. Makeup could cover them tomorrow. Austin didn't care if he did either because he began attacking the spot between your jaw and ear that makes you squirm. He slides his now free hands up your thighs and under your dress, caressing the soft skin of your sides. Chills spread across your skin, causing Austin to smirk into your skin as he finishes ravaging your sweet spot. He travels down your neck to your chest, kissing and licking dangerously close to your breasts. 

Now you're beginning to get nervous again- you haven't gone this far in a long time with anyone. Austin must have seen your sudden nervousness cross your face in the moonlight because he slows his pace, looking up at you.

"Is this okay?" he asks.

God, it's more than okay.

"Yes, keep going," you whisper, unable to trust your voice right now.

He resumes kissing your skin, his nose dragging along with his lips down to the edge of your dress. Using his hands that are under your dress, he unhooks your bra and lets it fall to the floor with a light thud. His hands are so warm in contrast to your cool skin. It feels so nice to have them running across your hips, torso, and now your breasts. Austin sinks to his knees, lifting up your dress so he can position himself underneath it, much to your surprise. His large hands that were splayed over your breasts slide back down your hips, gripping them as he attaches his mouth to your nipple. Your head falls back against the bedroom door, a sigh escaping your lips in pleasure. You feel him kiss and nibble at the tender skin of your left breast before tentatively licking at your nipple once more. He moves to your other breast as you lightly tug at his hair, emitting a low moan from the back of his throat. 

"Do that again, and we won't be going so slow, gorgeous," he warns, his voice gravelly. 

You almost want to do it again just to hear him moan but decide against it. You had all night to listen to him moan. The tugging of his hair did something to him carnally because when you loosen your grip, he begins to twist one nipple and absolutely torture the other with his mouth. You gasp at the feeling, heat filling your lower belly. Now you're glad you did pull his hair. Becoming bored of your chest, Austin starts trailing his tongue down your stomach towards the hem of your underwear. Before he continues, he moves his hands to your ass, tapping one side with his fingers twice, asking permission to continue. 

"Please," you breathe out.

"Please what, doll?" he asks, teasing you.

"Please touch me."

Austin hooks his fingers underneath your underwear, pulling them down your legs tantalizingly slow. Before you can say something about the speed of his garment removal, you feel fingers softly brush against your core. You suck in a quiet breath as he spreads your pussy open, giving your clit a slow, tentative lick. Trying your best to not tug his hair again, you rake your hands through it instead in response. This man was absolutely wrecking you, and he hasn't even done anything yet. Austin flattens his tongue, licking from your entrance to the tip of your clit in one swift motion, eliciting a sharp moan from you. He does it again just to hear you moan like that one more time, a chuckle vibrating against you when you do. His tongue continues to lap and circle every inch of your core, his actions beginning slowly but eventually speeding up the more vocal you become. One of your hands leaves Austin's hair and covers your mouth so his neighbors can't hear your whimpers and moans.

"Put it back," Austin demands, "I wanna hear you, baby."

The sound of his deep voice telling you he wants to hear you moan only makes you wetter. Austin happily accepts this as he eats you out like a starving man. Your hips start bucking involuntarily, warmth beginning to spread throughout your body. You're so close and don't want him to stop what he's doing right now. But he does to your disliking. He comes out from under your dress, standing back up. He begins unbuttoning his shirt, but you swat his hands away, undoing the buttons much quicker than he possibly could. Your hands were shaking, but you got his shirt open in record time, sliding it down his shoulders and arms. Your eyes were well adjusted to the dark by now, and you could see his chiseled body before you. How can you be so lucky? Austin begins to unbuckle his belt, pulling it through his pant loops in a quick fashion before tossing it somewhere in the room. Grabbing him by those same pant loops, you pull him to you and start kissing him hotly as you undo his pants and push them down his hips. Austin hurries to pull his pants down the rest of the way before continuing your kiss, grabbing both of your hands and leading you to the bed. 

Austin pulls off your dress, revealing your naked body to him for the first time.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers before walking over to the side of the bed, pulling you with him. 

Both of you climb onto the bed, picking up the kiss where you left it. You're the one on top right now, and you take advantage of this by sliding your hands down Austin's chest until you reach his briefs. Even in the dark, you can tell how hard he is for you. For you only. The position is similar to the one you're in while filming the scene, and it almost makes you want to laugh. You pull down his underwear past his thighs, and you sit up to entirely remove them from his legs. Austin takes this moment to flip you over, so he's the one on top now. He takes a second to drink you in. Your hair was splayed on the pillow, your chest rising up and down rapidly, and your legs were open slightly but not wide enough. His hands are on either side of your head, so he uses his knee to nudge your legs open for him. He leans down to capture you in another filthy kiss, your hands traveling everywhere on his body. Austin moans into the kiss when he feels your hand grip his hard-on and begin stroking it. He knows that you have done some stuff- some of the stuff failures, but if he's honest, he hopes he doesn't fuck this up for you. He hopes that he makes this experience good for you.

Austin reaches over and quickly opens the nightstand drawer, fishing out a condom before shutting it back. 

"Have you ever practiced putting one on before?" he asks.

"I did ages ago, but you'll have to show me again if that's okay," you purse your lips nervously at your lack of knowledge.

"That's okay. I'll show you, sweetheart," Austin whispers in your ear before kissing the shell of it.

He opens the condom and slowly puts it on, showing you how to roll it down. You figure it's a lot easier to do it when you get the hang of it, and hopefully, you will. But for now, all you care about is Austin fucking you. 

"Are you ready?" he asks, ensuring you still want to do this. 

"Yes."

He lines up with your entrance, circling his tip a little bit to gather your arousal before slowly sliding in. His hands grip your hips for purchase. You let out a high-pitched whine at the stretch, your hands flying to his hair again. As Austin continues to push into you, you pull at his hair. It's taking everything in him not to start fucking you senseless, so he grips your hips harder instead and lets out a breathy moan. He finally bottoms out, staying still while you adjust to the full stretch of him inside of you. 

"Are you feeling okay, love?" he asks.

You nod quickly, trying your best to not show your slight discomfort, "Mhmm."

"I'm going to move a little. It'll make you feel better when I start moving, okay?" Austin reassures you, drawing circles on your hip with his thumb. 

"Okay," you whisper.

He pulls out a little before pushing back in, and you start to feel that familiar warmth in your belly return. 

"More," you say, your mind starting to numb at the feeling of him inside of you.

Without a word, Austin pulls all the way out and then pushes back in, his hips making contact with your pelvis. You let out a cry at the feeling, sparks flying behind your eyelids. This is better than anything you could imagine. He does it again, pulling out and pushing back in until he has a steady pace. 

"Please go faster, Austin," you whine, curling your fingers in his hair and pulling at it slightly to get what you want.

Austin slams into you, and the both of you moan, not caring about the neighbors anymore. He gains speed, finding a rhythm as he rests his weight on his forearm above your head, using his other hand to toy with your clit. This action sends you into a frenzy, moans and yelps falling from your lips effortlessly. He can't help but smile at making you feel this way, and knowing he's the first to only turns him on more. Austin moves his hips at a different angle the next time he thrusts, causing your back to arch up from the bed.

"Fuck!" you cry out, your hands gripping his hair like your life depends on it.

"That's it. Remember how this feels, baby," Austin says through gritted teeth from you yanking his hair.

The feeling of his hair being pulled only riles him up more, causing him to fuck you harder than before. You see stars, and your whole body feels like it's on fire. Not because of nerves this time, but from pure ecstasy. You start to move your hips to meet his thrusts, causing a filthy moan to leave Austin's pretty mouth. You push his head down to yours, biting and licking at his lips desperately. You want to eat this man alive right now. Austin feels like he's about to lose his mind. Your pussy was so tight, you kept pulling his hair, and now you're mercilessly attacking his lips. All of this was sending him close to the edge. You feel his dick twitch inside of you.

"Austin, please," you whimper.

"Please what?" he asks breathlessly, his mouth not even an inch from yours.

"Cum for me," you say, feeling the knot in your stomach getting close to coming undone.

"Fuck," he grits his teeth, fucking you impossibly faster.

You give his hair a final tug when you cum, him following close behind at the gesture. Austin immediately falls into the bed next to you, pulling you into his chest. Both of you focus on coming down, chests heaving as you hold each other.

"That…" you trail off, your voice completely wrecked, "That was amazing."

Austin smiles into your hair, his face nuzzling into it, "Good."

"I think tomorrow will be easier. As long as I can walk, that is," you chuckle, clutching his arms that are around your waist.

"You won't be able to without some pain, babe. But I'll help you with that, don't worry," he kisses your head.

You fall asleep just like that in Austin's arms. The following day you wake up and struggle to stand, but luckily Austin runs to your side of the bed to help you walk to the bathroom. You both shower and change back into your clothes. Austin walks you back to your apartment, offering to take you to the studio. He's being such a gentleman, and you can't help but fall for him even more. You accept his offer and hurry inside to change into clean clothes. When the two of you arrive on set, some people look at both of you and whisper. You don't care because you finally aren't a virgin anymore, and you lost your virginity to an enigma of a man. You almost wish he was yours. No, you DO wish he was yours. 

You're in the makeup and hair chair again the following day, and your stylist gives you a look. 

"Sorry," you apologize meekly, a blush rising up your neck.

She waves you off with a knowing smile and begins prepping your neck for extra concealer. You had to sit for a little longer due to this, but it'll be okay. You were scot-free as long as no one could see the dark marks on your neck. You see Austin ready to shoot with his Elvis costume and prosthetics on, and butterflies fill your stomach. Seeing him again sends your brain into overdrive, but you focus on deep breaths and getting yourself into character. This time it won't be as awkward for him to see you naked, either. 

You take your place on the set, removing your robe as Austin props himself up on the bed. 

"Action!"

You slowly crawl on the bed on all fours, keeping eye contact with Austin as you make your way over to him. You push him onto the bed lightly, towering over his body as he puts his hands on your hips. It all feels so familiar, and that is a really good thing.

"My beautiful lady is all dolled up for me, huh?" Austin says with his deep accent, looking up at you with a smile.

"I sure am," you say, leaning forward as you grab his chin, moving your face close to his, "Too bad it won't stay on long."

Austin swallows thickly, looking you up and down, and you now know it's not in the script for him to do that. His large hands run up your arms slowly before reaching your hands, and he grasps them as he leans in for a kiss. This time your hands don't shake. You close your eyes as you begin to kiss, waiting for Austin to start undressing you. The duvet covers your body mostly, and only your breasts are exposed to the camera and everyone else. Flashbacks of last night play in your head as he slips off the teddy, causing you to sigh into the kiss. His fingers dig into your wig carefully, deepening the kiss. It's not in the script, but you aren't complaining- this part of the scene is when you start getting more passionate. The two of you begin fake thrusting, and you throw your head back, breathing heavily. 

"Oh, Elvis!" you fake cry, allowing Austin to kiss your exposed neck.

You're surprised Baz hasn't yelled cut yet, so you must be doing pretty well. After a few more minutes of imagining last night again and letting out your filthiest moans, the scene eventually ends.

"Cut! Y/N, you did brilliantly! Now, let's do this about a thousand more times," Baz winks at you jokingly at the last bit.

Everyone is scrambling around to fix the scene back to the way it was initially, and you and Austin just look at each other.

"I hope you're right," you joke, remembering what he had told you once before about how easy sex scenes get over time.

"About what?" he asks.

"About it being like riding a bike," you chuckle.

"Well, if it is," Austin climbs off the bed, taking your robe from the stagehand and handing it to you, "Would you wanna ride it again for practice?"

You can't help but laugh at his choice of words and brazenness, "Sure. But maybe dinner first this time."

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