#i feel like i gave u way more than u asked for but uh..... <3 GNFSDKJN

[348kg]

lose your mind (jongseob)

ꕤ kim jongseob 김종섭 (jongseob) x reader

18+ mdni

wc : 2.2k

tags : afab reader, fluff, smut, vaginal sex, original characters, soul mentioned, what else do i tag

synopsis : you thought it was complicated but it couldn’t have been any simpler

an : please read part one if you haven’t already!! thank u for all the love 🤍

come over? jongseobs text read. joohyun looked over your shoulder to see what you were looking at that made you go silent.

"you guys are still doing this?" she raised a brow at you.

"uh... yeah, but it's fine."

"you should tell him how you feel."

"honestly joohyun, i'm fine. what we have right now is fine."

you recalled the past three weeks, the shift in your friendship that had led to what was seemingly a friends with benefits situation, but your feelings ran deeper than that. you thought about the day he was supposed to go to minju's, which was instead spent with you, and you had watched as he cancelled on minju while you were naked in front of him on your couch, his face between your thighs. he immediately tossed his phone to the side after he hung up, throwing your legs over his shoulders and diving into your dewy pussy.

joohyun waved her hand in front of your face. "yn?"

"what did you say?"

she sighs, "i said, i heard from shota that jongseob hasn't shut up about you lately. except i'm not sure shota knows the extent of the situation."

"he does?" you look up, only having tuned in to the first part of her sentence.

"oh my god, you are so irritating." she groaned, getting up to remove herself from your drama.

"i was supposed to see him tomorrow anyway, should i go now?"

"if he asked, then yeah, but how long is this gonna go on for? you obviously both like each other."

"i'm just... hesitant, i guess. the feelings might be stronger on my side."

"we all see how he looks at you, don't be an idiot."

-

little did you know, only a few blocks away, jongseob was sat in his room freaking out over the exact same thing.

"soul! she left me on read! what do i do!"

shota lets out a laugh into his phone receiver. "you just hit send, relax."

"wait, shit, she's typing!"

he watched as the 3 dots disappeared and reappeared on his phone screen, his leg anxiously bouncing up and down as he waited for your response.

"she's coming in twenty minutes."

"um... that's good? why are you so nonchalant all of a sudden?"

"yeah, it's good, i just— what do i even say to her?"

"i don't know, maybe the exact thing you've been rehearsing with me the past week?" jongseob could hear shota's sarcasm through his speaker.

"telling your best friend that you love her out of the blue is not the way to go."

"out of the b— jongseob, you've been hooking up for weeks."

"what if that's all it is for her? hooking up?"

shota sighed, wishing he was physically with his friend so he could slap him across the face. "i don't know what else i can say to convince you. everyone can see that she likes you, except you."

"yeah, yeah, whatever. i need to clean up before she gets here. bye, soul."

setting his phone down, he walked into his room to check his face and readjust his hair in the mirror, wanting to look good for you. the past few weeks had not done anything to settle the longtime crush he had on you, he wanted nothing more than to hold you and kiss you and tell you that he loved you, but he couldn't and it was driving him crazy. it wouldn't be fair to you to bombard you with his feelings when he wasn't sure you were even on the same page. so, he waited and waited until you gave him some sort of signal, anything that would give him the green light to make an official move on you, but so far, it hadn't come.

he thought about the last time you were together, your pretty sundress scrunched up at your stomach as he pounded his cock into your sopping cunt, explicit moans leaving both your mouths as your back arched and he watched your bare tits move up and down to his rhythm. he knew then that he was so royally fucked, realizing that there was no way he could escape the feelings he felt suffocating him every time you smiled at him, or every time you looked up at him with pretty, teary eyes while his length was shoved down your throat.

he'd reached his breaking point now, and if him confessing to you tonight tore your friendship in half then so be it, he'd rather that then lose his mind over you a second longer.

as if on queue, he's torn from his thoughts when the sound of his front door creaking open reached his ears.

"seobie? where are you?"

"over here." he turned his head and spotted you walking towards him, and he felt his breathing halt as he took in your figure, took in how pretty you looked.

you smiled as you bent down to peck his lips, a greeting that was becoming normal for the two of you, another reason why jongseob thought he might bust if you didn't sit down and talk about whats next for your situationship as soon as fucking possible. you moved to sit next to him on his couch, leaning into him as he moved to meet your lips again. you deepened it, cupping the sides of his face, whining when you felt him pull away.

"i need to talk to you about something."

a frown settled onto your features, the sudden change in the air had you shifting in your seat in discomfort.

"about... us?"

"ah... yeah." the way you were staring at him had him forgetting what he had gone over a thousand times with shota, so his words hung in the air and were followed by seconds of silence. you took his loss for words as a bad omen, and with a sudden wave of emotion you felt tears prick at your eyes before you could stop them.

"wait— why are you crying?" he brought his hands to cup your face, frantically wiping your tears that couldn't seem to stop flowing.

"you," you sniffed, "you want to end this, right? that's why you texted me?"

"you— yn— what?"

you cut him off, words slurring together as you rambled. "the last couple times we were together i noticed you were more distant than usual which i didn't really think anything of but now it makes sense i'm sorry if i did something i'm really just—"

jongseob— who had decided right there that this was signal enough that you felt at least a tenth of what he did towards you— covered your mouth with his palm and took a deep breath before he spoke.

"i like you, don't be stupid."

you sat stunned, his palm still covering your mouth as you soaked in his words. your tears suddenly reformed and you tried your best to come up with a coherent response.

"mmph!"

"oh, shit, sorry." he retracted his hand, now resting it on top of your thigh.

"could you... could you say that again?"

"what, oh shit sorry?" he cocked his head to the side, and you smacked his arm in response.

"jongseob!"

"i love you. you're the prettiest, most perfect girl i've ever known, and these past few weeks have been torture because i couldn't love you with labels. i'll say it as many times as you need to hear it." he waited and watched as you stared at him with wide eyes, face suddenly crumpling as sobs escaped you.

"you— really?" you hiccuped, "you really love me back?"

"yeah i— wait, back? you love me?"

"kim jongseob, you fucking idiot!" you cried, lunging forward. your hands grabbed his shoulders to pull his face level to yours, connecting your lips.

"we're both stupid." you muttered.

even though you had been kissing and touching like this for weeks, you think that this is the kiss you'd forever count as your first. it was so soft, but also open and hot, long and deep, and it had you twitching in your spot as you felt yourself growing wetter by the second. every touch was getting needier, every kiss getting sloppier, until he pulled away, absolutely beaming at you as he grabbed your hips to throw you over his shoulder, hiking straight to his room. even though this was the same room he'd been touching you in this whole time, the same room he lost his virginity in, he wanted to come in his pants at the fact that you loved him, and that now it felt all the more real.

jongseob laid you down and hovered over top of you, breathing heavy as his eyes roamed over your body, already spotting your perky nipples through your top that left nothing to his imagination. he planted his knee between your thighs as he placed slow, sloppy, open mouth kisses down your neck before yanking your tank off, following suite as he grabbed the bottom of his and discarded it to the side.

"you're so fucking hot." you whined, heat rising to your cheeks as you pawed at his shorts, wanting nothing more than to have him inside you as soon as humanly possible. you closed your eyes, licking your lips as his mouth found your tit, tongue circling your hard nipple. even though he's felt you like this dozens of times before, you didn't think you'd ever get sick of the feeling of his lips on your body.

he placed tender kisses on your stomach, maneuvering his body back up to reach your lips again. his hand found his way to your clothed cunt, putting pressure on your puffy clit to make you squirm, drinking in any sounds that left you. "how do you want me, baby? wanna make you feel good. i'll give you anything." he'll give you anything.

your breath hitched, pleasure coursing through your veins. "i— uh—"

"use your words, pretty."

"want... want you in me, now, please."

he leaned down, teeth nipping at your earlobe as he whispered low and husky, "anything for you."

somewhere along the way, you must have been too caught up in your own lust to notice that his shorts had come off, because you felt him slide through your folds and align himself with your entrance, lubricating his tip before slowly inserting himself inside. he didn't give you a moment to process before he began rocking his hips back and forth, snapping his hips into yours, groaning as he watched your hole suck him in and out so perfectly.

"can't believe you're fucking real, holy shit." he breathed, face dragging from resting on your shoulder to smushed between your tits as you cried for him.

"m'all yours, seobie!"

the way his cock curved, hitting your spot with every thrust had high pitched moans leaving your mouth as you felt all your energy drain from you when your orgasm hit you faster than usual.

"think you've got one more in you?"

"mmph. wait, what'reyou—" you slurred, whining at the sudden feeling of emptiness as his cock slipped out of you, but not for long. somehow defying the laws of physics, you're now on your stomach, face shoved in his pillow as jongseob lifted your ass in the air, gripping it tight enough to leave a mark, pushing himself into your entrance again. he grabbed your arms, pinning them behind your back as he found his rhythm, automatically going faster and harder, brain turning to mush at the sounds you made for him.

you had no idea where he learned this, because it certainly wasn't from you.

"oh my god, jongseob!" you all but screamed, never having experienced pleasure like this in your life, back arching in mind blowing ecstasy. beads of sweat formed on his face as he vigorously pounded into you, chasing his own high while you moaned and babbled into his pillow nonsensically.

it was music to his ears, the way you came undone for him. he thrusted deeper inside of you, groaning at the way you suffocated his member as you came for a second time, legs trembling in rapture as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lower back. "i know baby, i know."

jongseob followed not long after, an erotic expression on his face as he pumped ropes of his seed inside you, watching it drool out of you and down your inner thighs when he pulled out. the room was quiet except for a mixture of your breathing, slowly regulating as he tucked you into his side and pulled his duvet over your bodies.

"you," you huffed, biting down on his neck, "are crazy. how do you have so much stamina? aren't you unathletic?"

he laughed, low and raspy as he massaged your thigh. "i love you, too. we'll have to see how long you can really last next time, huh?"

a giggle bubbled out of you, but he smothered it with a kiss and refused to let go.

© 348kg please do not copy my work

[asocialangel]

Your hand holding hcs are so cute!!! :3 if you do a part 3, would you consider doing chigiri, kunigami, and reo?

blue lock - how you hold their hands (pt 3)

Hello lovely ! extremely late, but here it is, the part 3 ! hope u like ittt <3 feel free to request more !

Different ways you hold the bllk’s boys’ hands. 

Hyoma Chigiri, Rensuke Kunigami, Mikage Reo

Short Headcanons ! gender neutral :-)

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Chigiri: with a loose grip

it's not out of laziness 

nor shame 

it's just logical: you guys are always holding hands, so at some point it's gonna be more casual

thought at first you was the one engaging in hand holding cause he was shy about it, especially in public TT

he eventually gave in and now you just do it constantly

he loves it btw, obviously

so whether its walking to the convenience store, trying to get by a crowd or shopping, it's always you on the left, and him on the right

like you have tacit designated spots

same thing it's just out of habit, nun special

chigiri is the type of boy to go for your hand first as much as you do, as in both of you do it equally as much

your relationship as a whole is very balanced, so it shows in these kind of actions

his grips will tighten at some points tho, when you need reassurance, when he tells you goodbye, or just randomly

kinda to say ‘i love you, by the way’

He also does it when he's scared…

(in roller coasters he insists on holding hands and is totally open as to why sksksksks; he's scared asf)

Anyways, holding him feels comforting !

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Reo: with a tight grip

oooh this man is sooo proud of having you

he loves saying ‘you’re mine’, as if the opposite wasn't true

he soooo yours

he's so dedicated to you

this shows in how he holds your hand:

he's always the one going for it

to be fair, you always think about doing it, he just systematically does it faster

and when he holds you, it's with a really tight grip

now, THIS MAN KNOWS ABOUT THE SIDEWALK RULE ⚠️

be assured that he always applies it

unconsciously too

he just wants to protect you uh

nah he's a true gentleman

if you're walking through crowds, he'll hold you even tighter and fray the way into to people, doing all the work for you so you have it easy

Is hand is bigger than yours, ticker too

so if you wanted to escape his grasp, you'd prolly struggle

he holds you tight but his hand is very soft

so it feels so reassuring. 

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Kunigami: his arm resting on your shoulders, holding your hand

look idk how to explain this but i’ll try:

he wraps his right arm around your neck, and holds your right hand with his right hand

(i hope it makes sense)

essentially giving you this sense of protection and presence hehe

first of all you're happy to know that he's not shy about holding you 

and also its so wholesome from him

like how'd he even think of that ?

he did it randomly once day and without a word, it become a habit

in your clingy days, you even sandwich is right hand with your left

it's not the most practical way to walk but it ensures you won't be separated hehe

he never ask before doing it, he just goes for it

he's also the one to decide when you let go

also funny thing, you started to notice he would initiate it if he saw someone stare at you for too long hdjdhwhe

possessive boy

(you are very attractive to be fair).

A\N: trying to stay motivated aaa

[ventismacchiato]

42 behind the lens — curtain call !

epilogue

scaramouche x gender neutral reader

It’s at the times between recording scenes where you really get a glimpse at your lover.

His sweat stained hair and tear stained cheeks from a rather intense scene never get old. You were feeling rather fond as he made his way over to you, falling into your director’s chair and heaving a heavy breath. The only one other than you allowed to sit in it.

For a mere moment, you both simply look at each other. You guys were on break so a few conversation topics come to mind, it wasn’t often you guys got to speak as lovers rather than coworkers during work. And while they’re all things you’d like to talk to Scaramouche about, you realize you don’t need to force conversation with him.

There’s a hue of weariness that shows in Scara’s eyes, but you can tell that he’s happy. He’s doing what he’s been striving to do for all his years at university, so of course he is.

You search his dark eyes for his thoughts, too. When your eyes meet Scara’s he let’s out a tired smile.

“I missed you,” he easily says. The words come out easier than they would’ve years ago.

Your heart skips a beat, even years later.

“How? We’ve been working together all day,” you say.

“Do I need a reason to miss the person I love?” Scara scoffs, looking away from you to study the script he brought with him.

It isn’t the first time Scaramouche had told you that he loves you, but it’s never stopped holding the same weight it did the first time he’d ever said it.

It’s a rare type of love. The kind that exists so rarely for people in this industry and that lead lives similar to your guys’.

His loves makes you feel alive everyday. And Scara should know it, you should tell him more often—even if it’s rather dramatic for midday on set for their most recent project. It’s something you’d bring up at night that you two could laugh about in bed. Even if it catches Scara off guard.

But Scaramouche’s love caught you off guard, too, and every second you got the privilege to spend with him was a gift.

And as you stare at him, fiddling with the sleeves of his costume and eyebrows scrunched as he mouths his lines, you couldn’t help but feel your heart grow heavy.

“I suppose you don’t,” you reply, a minute too late, but Scara still chuckles at your response as he tosses the script aside.

“What? You’re not going to say it back?” he teases, “And I thought I was the emotionally constipated one.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you mutter, hitting him on the shoulder, “I love you, too. I guess.”

“Archons, you’re worse than me.”

“No, you were much worse when we were younger!”

“It was hot and mysterious when I did it.”

“Uh huh, just go back to set I’m sick of you.”

“Weird way to say you agree but okay.”

“Go!”

.

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୨⎯ THE END ⎯୧

behind the lens !

masterlist — prev

author’s notes — and that’s a wrap folks! hope the ending wasn’t awkward i just wanted it to be short and sweet. anyway, thank u to everyone who read and kept up with this fic, means a lot to me that this blew up as it was smth i wrote for myself. if ur rereading this or are a reader in the future ty to you too! i appreciate the silent readers, anons, and ppl who left me sm cute comments and reblogs. u guys made writing it more fun and easier to ignore the not so nice ppl. i cant reply to everyone but just know i do read every ask and comment i get! i do hope to see u guys in my notifs in the future even if i don’t write for genshin anymore, but if not then i’m glad you gave my writing a chance <3 have a great day/night byebye

synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

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[ncroissant]

chilchuck tims x bimbo! reader x laios touden

summary: how your poly relationship with your little lock picker and blond himbo would start<3

wc: 1.6k

content warning: sfw (for once???), looottts of fluff

author's note: surprise!! i'm writing both lmaoooo bc i love writing sm u guys. also i saw @ququoquaw post about how they wanted more laios x reader and laios x chilchuck, so here's all of it combined teehee!! hope u enjoy !!

(alt nsfw ver. here)

it was a slow day in the dungeon today that you all decided to just set up the camp and retired for the night. you, laios and chilchuck were the only ones up, playing cards around the warmth of the fire.

"i won again," chilchuck chuckled, already anticipating his win. laios threw down his cards in defeat while you gave him a little applause, yawning quietly.

to be honest, you were already dozing off mid-game. chilchuck and laios were the real night owls. you just had fomo and didn't miss out on the fun with the "adults".

"you feelin' tired, (name)? wanna head to bed?" chilchuck cooed, pushing off his knees to stand up. he noticed the way you were eyes would close for a second to doze off every time you blinked.

"mmnn...i dunno," you yawned even bigger this time, cupping your mouth with both of your hands.

"c'mon (name)! you gotta stay up with us, we're gonna have so much fun!" laios chuckled, shaking you awake. you gasped, trying to keep your eyes as open as possible. but you only had the energy to slump against laios' shoulder.

chilchuck stifled a laugh. you reminded him of his kids when they tried to convince him they weren't tired. "no, i think someone sounds a little tired," chilchuck walked over to kneel in front of you, brushing away the hair that fell over your eyes with two fingers.

"nu-uh..." you whined, rubbing at your eyes. "'m awake, chi." you were so not awake right now. it was way past your bedtime and you couldn't even bother to open your eyes.

"okay, okay, we're bringin' you to your room, squirt," laios nodded, lifting you into his arms. your arms and legs were securely wrapped around his body, your face stuffed into his neck.

"'m not a squirt, jerk," you mumbled, landing a weak punch against his back.

they both laughed at your deliriousness, placing you in the warmth of your bed, cocooned your blanket. "she looks like a caterpillar," laios slapped a hand over his mouth, hiding a loud laugh.

chilchuck didn't say anything in response, but his shoulders were shaking from laugher.

you were almost asleep, your arms splayed out on the bed and your head lulled to the side. you were breathing shallowly, feeling sleep slowly overtake you.

"alright, time for another round, chil!" laios silently ushered chilchuck towards the door, but a hand wrapped around chilchuck's wrist. the boys looked down at you with your eyes still closed, tugging his wrist towards you.

"can you guys stay 'n sleep with me?" you brought chilchuck's hand against your cheek, nuzzling against it. both boys had a fat, soft spot for you. like they could never resist you when you asked for something.

laios didn't understand his feelings at first. he thought he had some sort of "brotherly obligation" towards you like falin, but he quickly realized it was a lot different than that.

chilchuck, on the otherhand, was in denial for so long. he just thought you were ditzy and clingy. he didn't have the energy to deal with you at first. plus, he didn't even have any desire to date anymore. unfortunately, there were many times when you could be stupidly cute like this.

"y-yeah...we can. right, chil?" laios rubbed his neck awkwardly, looking at chilchuck for approval.

chilchuck bit his inner cheek in contemplation, looking down at the way you were leaning against the back of his hand like a puppy. "yeah, we can," he nodded, giving laios the same look.

they'd be so awkward slipping under your sheets, laying on either side of you to sandwich you in the middle. they kept a reasonable distance, not too reasonable since the bed was small and laios was a giant in comparison.

it would be so quiet. your eyes were still closed but your heart was racing. even if you opened your eyes, you wouldn't be able to see anything since it was so dark. you just laid there with your hands clasped on your chest.

"ummm...." laios started, cutting the silence. "am i taking up too much space?" he was nearly falling off the bed, just balancing on the edge of the mattress.

you pulled him closer towards you and chilchuck. "c'mere, lai," you nestled yourself safely into laois' chest, while pressing your back against chilchuck's chest. you could feel both hearts beat rapidly along with yours.

"thanks," laois mumbled, carefully putting an arm right above your head on the extra space of the pillow. his free arm was loosely wrapped around your head as he lightly patted the back.

chilchuck would grumble something about wanting more attention, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder.

he was so close that you could feel his breath tickle your ears. it made you feel so tingly. "is this okay?" chilchuck pouted with puffed cheeks as you nodded, flushed. "i think it's time for us to sleep now, hm?" he rubbed your hips softly, lulling you to sleep.

"sweet dreams, (name)," laios hugged you tightly, ruffling your hair gently. chilchuck would be already asleep and laios would lay awake thinking about how small you felt in his arms.

the next morning, you and chilchuck would be well-rested, looking like babies fresh out the womb. laios would have the deepest dark circles, devoid of any rest.

"slept so well!" you were already sitting up, stretching out your arms with a hearty yawn. "what about you two?" you looked at them expectantly.

"that's good to hear. i slept like a rock honestly," chilchuck chuckled, combing through your messy strands of hair. "can't say the say for him though," he looked down at the way laios was trying to hide under the blankets from the bright rays shining through your window.

"uuuughhhhh....." laios whined, stuffing his face deeper into the pillow.

you pouted at his sorry state, lifting the blanket to reveal a very tired laios. "aw, you didn't sleep so well, did you lai?" you frowned, carding your fingers through his blond locks.

"no. i was too scared that i was gonna roll over and kill you in my sleep, so i just stayed up all night," he groaned, clutching his throbbing head in a tight grasp.

you stifled a laugh, covering your mouth with your hands. "you're so silly, lai," you giggled, biting back your smile. "'m tougher than you think," you flexed your arms, patting them lightly with a big smile.

laios looked at you with his mouth agape. he didn't know if it was because of the rays of sun or if you were just naturally this beautiful, but you were extra pretty smiling like that.

"i am so in love with you." he'd blurt out, thinking with his heart and not his head.

you lowered your arm, mirroring the surprised look on his face. chilchuck smacked his forehead, sighing. "what he meant to say is-"

"no, i meant it, (name)," laios cut him off, clasping your hands in his and looking up at you with serious look. chilchuck didn't expect him to be so bold, emotions stirring up inside of him. he didn't know if should add his piece into this mess.

"oh." you looked at him, not a single thought behind those eyes.

"i'm sorry if i messed things up between us, but i just had to tell you. i didn't mean to just blurt it out like that," laios apologized, removing his hands from your hastily.

"no, 's not like that, lai," you put your hands up, shaking your head. "'s just i like chi," you bit your lip, cheeks flushed.

both boys looked at you dumbfounded. one heartbroken, one with an equally flushed expression like yours.

"but i like you too, lai!" you reassured him, placing your hands on his. "i like...both of you," you frowned, feeling embarrassed from your confession.

it's not that you only liked one of them, but both of them. and you were having a hard time choosing which one you wanted, knowing both would be too greedy.

it was silent for a moment, but not for too long. both boys had figured out a way to ease your predicament. one look at each other and instantly figured out a solution.

"well, i like you. and chil likes you too, so," laios started, rubbing his neck.

"would you be open to dating us both?" chilchuck mumbled, his neck completely flushed. chilchuck was familiar with sharing since having kids, but sharing a lover with his best friend was completely different.

it wasn't that he was against it at all, it was just new. it flustered him. knowing he'd be dating both of you if you agreed with their proposal.

naturally, your eyes lit up at their suggestion. "really?" your smile was almost blinding, your cheeks flushed in excitement.

"yeah," the two boys looked at each other, nodding.

your squeal was almost deafening. you wrapped an arm around each boy, pulling them in and kicking your feet under the blanket. the happiness you felt was fathomable.

"you're both mine, eee!" you sung, rubbing your cheek against chilchuck's amber hair. "and you're both each others' too!" you gasped, looking at both boys.

"that's so cool!" you cheered, hugging them both tighter than before.

as tired as laios was, he could only indulge in your happiness. and as much as chilchuck didn't want to admit, you were the prettiest when you were happy.

the entire morning consisted of you goofing off with your himbo + dilf boyfriends !!

[haveateadude]

bleak horizons ii.

summary *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ christmas and hot chocolate

warnings *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ depression, family issues, and i think that's it?? it's mostly fluff??

author notes *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ why is it christmas you might be wondering... well i don't fucking know okay??😭😭wrote this when i was in another country and it was cold and it reminded me of christmas so i wrote this. anyway. this one is boring as FUCK... just saying. i'm embarrassed about posting this actually. also, i accidentally put this on chat gpt and it gave me more than 10 things i had to fix so. don't get your hopes up LMAO

hope y'all have a great day, night, morning or whatever. take care of yourselves!!!!!!! if u don't you're an asshole.

AND THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT ON MY LAST POST!!!!!!!!! i love everyone who liked it :)) even just knowing people have read it makes my heart warm. i really thought it would get cero recognition, y'all are amazing <3

(readers mental health gets addressed in the next chapter btw)

(not proofread either, sorry if there's any mistake)

pt1 — pt2 — pt3

i don't wanna talk about anything

i wanna kiss, kiss your eyes again

wanna witness your eyes looking

For Christmas, I go to Ellie's house, and I lie to my mother about having too much work. She says it's fine, which weirds me out. I never thought she would say yes. I’m excited and happy to go to Ellie’s house, anyway. This is important, I feel—meeting her family, I mean. She never speaks much about them, but I know she's adopted, and that she gets along with them. She also never met her mother. She says she had her aunt to teach her all that Joel couldn't, like what periods were, how to wash her clothes, and how to paint her nails with her left hand.

I think a part of me is afraid to go because I'm afraid I'll get attached. My mother never taught me what periods were and my father never seemed to know what empathy was. Her family sounds like a dream to me.

"We’re here," Ellie says with a smile on her face as she pulls up on the side of the road next to a white house. It’s got a green lawn, it looks nicely cared for, and a white picket fence. I take a deep breath, I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I think Ellie senses that. She puts a hand on my shoulder and squeezes it, which feels comforting. "Hey, just know my dad is really fucking chill. It’s just going to be us, and my uncle's family. They’re going to love you, I promise."

"Okay," I nod because I know it and that's what I'm afraid of. I look outside the window. It’s Christmas Eve. It's already snowing. I then stare at Ellie's eyes and smile. I kiss her and when I pull apart I speak. "I don't want to go out, it's cold."

"C’mon, let’s go inside then. I don’t want you to freeze in this car."

I nod and fix my hair in the mirror before I go out. The cold makes me unable to feel my face or my hands, so when I go inside I'm a bit surprised by how warm it is. Ellie makes me hand her my coat and my stuff, and she puts mine and hers aside.

The house inside looks way better than it does outside. The lights are dim, the Christmas tree has colorful lights wrapped around it, and it smells like an apple pie is cooking. It feels like an actual home, and the chimney is decorated with socks, and next to it, on the wall, are pictures of young Ellie.

"You look cute," I tell her, speaking about the photos, as she walks towards me.

She blushes, her ears go red, "Uh, you weren't meant to see that."

"Oh, stop it," I chuckle. "You look adorable.”

"I bet you looked way more adorable than me."

"I looked like a disfigured mosquito with a big ass."

Ellie laughs as her hand goes to my hip, "First of all, if you were a disfigured mosquito—which you're not by the way—I would still like you; second of all, I love your big ass."

"Oh, so that's all you love about me?" I ask, teasingly, slightly tilting my head. "Just my ass?"

I feel Ellie's hands move downwards, nearly gripping my butt, before I hear someone clearing their throat. I'm so red I'm not even a tomato... I probably look like a fucking chili pepper or something.

I know it's Joel because Ellie has a picture of him with her on her nightstand. She looks at Joel as her hands linger on my hips for a second, then she takes them off and walks towards him.

"Joel," Ellie says, hugging him. "Hey, old man."

"Kiddo, you've grown so much."

"I look the same as last month."

"Yeah, just thought it’d make you feel better."

Ellie laughs as she pulls apart. I just stand there, awkwardly behind Ellie. Finally, Joel looks at me.

"Oh, hi," he says, now looking at me. "Ellie has talked a lot about you."

I nod, "Thanks for letting me stay, Mr. Miller."

"Just call me Joel."

"Well," Ellie interrupts. "We're going to my room, I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, I'll tell you when Tommy and Maria get here."

Ellie takes our bags, which she insists on doing alone, and leads me to her room.

Her room, it's… so her. Posters of bands cover every inch of her walls, and her desk is stained with paint.

I sit on her bed and look around as she sits next to me.

"I like your room," I tell her, feeling her knee bump against mine. She's so close to me I can feel her breath on my neck. 

"It’s messy, though." She’s looking at me, but I can't dare to look at her. 

I feel guilty for not being at home now, it gnaws at me. Is mom alone? And why do I care? Why do I feel guilt over the person who made me hurt more? She always wants to fight—there's always constant battles between us, battles she always wins. So why do I miss her and why is it hard to accept?

"What are you thinking?"

I chuckle, "It’s nothing."

"Well—alright," she lets the subject the subject slip. She kisses my cheek and then my lips and her hands roam my body. We just make out, though.

Christmas dinner goes fine. Better than I thought it would. The Millers are like a real family, they talk to me like they've known me for years, even though I feel like an intruder in their house. I don't want to be fond of them, or else I'll cling to them like they're family.

Maria and Tommy have a baby and most of the night is spent with Ellie cradling the baby and me sitting next to him. We drink hot chocolate with marshmallows. This is the happiest I've ever been at Christmas.

At night, I leave Ellie's warm embrace to go for a glass of water. I can't sleep, my mind is racing and it won't shut off.

When I go downstairs Joel is sitting at the kitchen table, I don't know what to say to him. Which is okay, because he speaks first.

"Can't sleep?" He asks.

For a moment I think he has confused me for Ellie, because why is he talking to me?

"Yeah," I say, getting my glass of water.

"I won't give the 'hurt my daughter and I'll kill you' talk if that's what you're worried about."

I try to laugh, "Thanks, I guess. You're—you're a great dad."

"Well, you're a great kid."

"Thank you," I answer because I don't know what else to say. He's indeed a great dad. He's funny and nice and caring. I've seen the way he talks to Ellie. Unlike my father he doesn't look at her daughter like he's trying to fix their relationship, therefore their conversations don't look forced; Ellie has referred to me as her girlfriend at Christmas dinner, and all Joel did was smile. It made me want to throw up, even if I felt welcomed.

"Hey—uh, I'm sorry if I approach this in the wrong way… but Ellie has told me that your mother is causing you trouble."

"Yeah," I don't know what to say, again. How do I answer this? How should I feel about this? "She's been a little difficult, but you know. It's the normal mother-daughter fight, nothing to worry about."

"Okay," he nods. "If you want you can talk to me, or Ellie—she's… she's been a little worried."

I hadn't seen that coming. Is Ellie's worried?

"I—I will talk to her. Thank you."

She doesn't want you. She's your friend, she doesn't want you. She will fall in love with you, not your brain nor your scars, and when she finds out about the way you think she'll leave.

I want to say Mr. Miller but I know he wants me to call him Joel—which makes me a little awkward. "I'm going to sleep now."

"Get the rest you need," he smiles. "Leave the cup on the table, I'll wash it."

I wake up being the little spoon.

Ellie has her arms wrapped around me like she's afraid I'll leave. As I slowly open my eyes I can also feel Ellie shifting behind me.

"Morning," she speaks in her morning voice, the vibration of her voice against my neck sends shivers down my spine—in a good way.

I smile, "Hey."

"How did you sleep?"

"More than good. Your bed is very comfortable."

"Yeah," she pulls me closer to her front, "I could stay here forever."

We don't stay there forever, though, because we open presents. It's just Joel, Ellie, and me. Surprisingly there's one for me from Joel, and Maria and Tommy.

Ellie gave me a necklace and a ring, which might seem simple to others but I had been planning on buying it for a fucking long while. It always was out of sale. And the ring had a moon on it.

"Fuck, Ellie," I say as I look at her, sitting on the floor with my legs crossed. "This is amazing, I love this."

"Yeah?" She asks. She's sitting next to me, her legs stretched out, resting her weight on one of her arms behind her. I notice she looks flushed. Her cheeks are slightly more pink than they always are.

I nod, kissing her, "Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

She chuckles after I give her one last kiss, "Time to open mine now, I guess."

I look at her as she opens what I gave her. It's small, compared to what she gave me. Is just one of the first pictures we took together framed, just after I moved in. I also gave her a white silver beaded bracelet I had made.

"I remember this day," she says, looking at the picture. "I remember I was trying to impress you all day long, you know? I just wanted to make you laugh... and well, you did."

I chuckle, "I did laugh at all your jokes, but I think that's just because I have a very shitty humor."

"I'm glad we share it."

Ellie looks at the bracelet and the framed photo with a tender smile, her eyes glistening.

"I love it," she says softly, as she puts the photo down, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love you."

Her words make my heart race, and I feel my cheeks heat up.

"I love you too," I reply, my voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside me. I think this is the happiest I've ever been; I think I'll remember this moment forever.

We spend the rest of the morning together, laughing and sharing stories. For the first time in a long while, I feel like I belong somewhere.

After breakfast, as Ellie and I sit on the couch with our fingers intertwined, Joel comes over with a cup of hot chocolate.

"Merry Christmas, you two," he says with a kind smile, handing us the mugs.

"Merry Christmas," I say.

Alright, yeah. This might be the best Christmas I've ever had.

[vinaxxo]

Can you write about Bihan having feelings for the reader but doesn't know how to ask her out on a date?

What a cayutie patootie idea! Here you go, hope u like it 🩵

~ KISS THE GIRL (there’s no kissing I’m just referencing the song)

Bi han was never one to have crushes, which was why he was frustrated and baffled by the slightest increase in his heart rate around you.

You’d been a part of the Lin Kuei’s special forces for 3 months, training hard and keeping your own under the Grandmaster’s direct command. While ever so handsome, you found him to be as cold as the cryo in his veins.

You knew you’d stutter around that man if you ever opened your mouth to say anything other than ‘Yes master!’ with your comrades.

Bi han was aware of your weariness in his presence and appreciated the respect you gave him, but he silently wished that you’d be less afraid. The permanent scowl on his good looking features… it’s just his resting face. (Johnny told him he had a resting bitch face, and he took offense to that and froze Johnny’s lips shut.)

Around the spring, flowers bloomed and blossomed in bright cool colors around the compound, sending their sweet fragrances into the morning air. Bi han took notice of a certain flower in particular.

It reminded him of you. Beautiful, bold, and bright, the flower swayed gently in the wind, its coloring identical to your uniform. Bi han thought about asking you to walk in the garden with him, but was at a loss for words when he thought about what he’d say.

Bi han’s brows furrowed as he looked away from the spring beauties, annoyed by his sudden incompetence. He was THE grandmaster for god’s sake, how could he not find it in himself to ask you on an outing?

As if things couldn’t get any worse, you showed up on the path he was on, talking with Kung Lao and Raiden during your break time. Bi han stood in his place off to the side, watching your every move, down to the way you tilted your head when you smiled and used your hands to talk.

As soon as you noticed your grandmaster’s presence, you stopped in front of him and bowed respectfully, greeting him like always. Kung Lao and Raiden nod their heads at him.

Almost immediately, Bi han’s mouth moves before his brain does, a complete rarity for his character.

“Y/n. I must speak with you,” he started before eying the boys to his side, “Alone.”

Kung Lao smirks at you before pulling Raiden along, leaving you to speak with the scariest man you know. What did you do? Were your reps earlier that bad? As if Bi han heard your mental fretting, he crossed his arms and shook his head.

“You are not in trouble, y/n.” He says, but the graveness of his tone does little to settle your nerves.

If only you could hear his heart race.

“Then.. what’s the matter?” You ask politely.

“The flowers have started to bloom…” Bi han holds his mask for a second, as if he thinks it’d fall if he didn’t. He was embarrassed now. How the great grandmaster has fallen, pitifully pining for more of your sweet presence.

“Walk with me in the garden at dusk. If you get hungry, we can visit Madame Bo’s.” Bi han mentally cursed himself for making his request sound like a command.

You hoped your jaw wasn’t on the floor. Had the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei asked you out? On a date? He was staring straight into your eyes, you felt his hard gaze pierce right through you. It would be threatening if he didn’t ask you on a date a few seconds prior.

“Sure—uh, grandmast—“

“Bi han. Address me as bi han.” He interrupted, voice gruff.

“Right. I’ll see you this evening, Bi han…” You say carefully, feeling your cheeks burn and your stomach flutter. You felt like you were more excited than he was, but trust, Bi han is subtly smiling under that ninja mask.

© vinaxxo 2024. Do not use my works for ai, or reposting to different platforms. Thanks for reading <3

[muldermuse]

this is kind of a ramble so bear with me:

thinking about sending two sinners!gator into an absolute tailspin when he shows up to your house to see everything in boxes and your clothes packed up in a few suitcases by the door

he’s like ????? WHAT IS GOING ON WHERE ARE YOU GOING???? and just casually saying “skipping town” and going to kiss him and he’s like ??????

i can only imagine the catharsis of telling him that “there’s nothing in fargo for me, most of the town hates me and the ones who don’t just wanna fuck me, you’re probably gonna marry glenda which will only make everyone hate me even more if they find out i’m the other woman. So I want to live somewhere else. I’m not happy here.” and he obv freaks out

and maybe you’re just going to stay at a friends house while your place gets painted, but maybe leaving was on your mind (it’s easier to sell a house with fresh paint👀), and maybe you wanted to see how serious he was about coming with you…but none of that is any of his business…

i’m usually not an angst girlie but i’m on my period and it’s probably a safer bet to be melodramatic and pick a fight with a fictional man than one i actually know ��😭

ok this ask made me feral, i felt so ANGSTY writing it

thank u so much for sending it through angel <3

18+ only!! Angst below the cut!! Gator is mean and reader is maybe meaner. They're both terrible people. He calls her a whore, she calls him a lot of mean names. Mentions of smut but no actual smut.

Maybe, this is super far in the future for the two sinners fic or maybe it is not canon. who knows!!! not me!!!

You’re not sure how he found out. You’ve quietly handed your notice in at work and said goodbye to the few in this shitty town you care about. Jenson, Jax and Steve have been ghosted (but you know that they’d all come back with a simple ‘you up?’ text). You weren’t going to tell Gator you were leaving- he didn’t deserve a goodbye. You’d planned to go for 3 months as your place was going to get renovated in that time (you’d been saving up for years to make it more of a home). So, you thought that the months away would be an opportunity to become a new person. A better person. Someone who didn’t fuck pathetic Sheriffs. If anyone looked in; they’d think you were going forever. You’d decided that as soon as you left, you’d block Gator and when (or if) you returned, you’d avoid him like the plague.

The U-HAUL parked in your drive probably gave it away. Or when Glenda saw you filling up your truck and made a snide comment about what you were doing. Or maybe it was when you fucked him 2 days ago he made a passing comment about how empty your home looked. Since then, the entire hall area is covered in boxes filled with your possessions. You try not to let it depress you that your whole life has been packed up in a matter of days. You need a fresh start, you’re moving in with a friend a few towns over and you can be whoever you want to be for a few months. No one there has to know that you’ve been fucking a loser in a relationship for the best part of 2 years. You know it’s him as soon as he knocks on the door, no one knocks as loud as him and other people wait to be invited in. Gator lets himself in as you’re checking your backpack one final time.

“The fuck is all this shit?” He kicks a box that’s in his way and you’re thankful you don’t hear a shatter. “Saw the U-Haul and uh- Glenda saw you fillin’ up. Plannin’ a trip or somethin’?”. He tries to sound unbothered but you know him better than that.

You don’t look at him when you tell him, “Yeah, I’m leaving”. You tell yourself that it’s because you’re checking your backpack but really it’s because you can feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins and you’re trying to compose yourself before you lose your shit.

“The fuck did you jus’ fuckin’ say?”

“Sorry, I’ll say it slower because you’re a fuckin’ idiot. I am leaving”. You draw out the last three words and stare at him. You can hear your heart thumping in your ears as you try to read the expression on his face. It’s a mix of anger, confusion, and sadness. A soft kiss his pressed to his cheek as you walk into the dining room to check your toiletries box. That’s the only pleasantry you’ll exchange with him today- or maybe ever again.

His boots stomp behind you as he follows you in. “Well, where are you goin’?”

“I’ll tell you when I’m there, Gator. Now you can fuck off back to Glenda and play fuckin’ happy families for the rest of your life”.

“Well- why are you leavin’? You’ve never mentioned this before”. His voice breaks as he speaks, either a sign he’s getting choked up or he’s getting really angry.

You can feel the anger rattling in your chest and the sound of your heartbeat in your ears becomes overwhelming. “Why am I going? Gator, everyone in this town fuckin’ hates me or thinks that I’m a total whore because of your fuckin’ bitch of a girlfriend. Who- by the way, you’re goin’ to marry because you’re too fuckin’ chickenshit to upset your crazy daddy…” You slam your hands on the table and take a quick breath, “Gator- I fuckin’ hate it here, I’m miserable and I can’t do it any longer- it’s killin’ me”.

He’s stood opposite you and fuck, does he look mad. He doesn’t move for a minute but then shoves your boxes off the table and kicks them when they hit the floor. After a few seconds, he kicks them again with more force and slams his hands on the table.

“Yeah, real fuckin’ mature Gator, breaking my shit beca-“

“What about this? What about us?” His voice is more muted than you’ve ever heard it. His breath is shuddering gasps. You’re unsure why it enrages you.

You laugh cruelly, “What us? What the fuck are you talking about? Gator, you have a fuckin’ girlfriend who you’re going to marry.”

“Yeah but when has that stopped you- huh? You can’t put this all on me. You’re jus’ as bad as me.”

He moves to stand in front of you. The energy in the room is charged, usually, when it feels like this between the pair of you, it would end in some angry sex where you’re both trying to dominate the other person but you both know that isn’t going to happen today. 

“You’re movin’ away to be a fuckin’ whore somewhere else... or because you’re jealous of Glenda. She gets all of me and you jus’ get the fuckin’ scraps”. His smile is wicked and his eyes look darker than you’ve ever seen them.

You take a step closer to him, “I couldn’t think of anything fucking worse than havin’ all of you. You’re a pathetic fuckin’ daddy’s boy who’s never won anythin’ in his life”. You get close enough to whisper in his ear, “you’re a fuckin’ loser, Gator.”

You hate how much you want to fuck him in this moment and by the red bloom that’s creeping up his neck; you know he feels the same.

He leaves your home silently. He kicks another box on his way out and you finally hear a shatter. His tyres spin as his car races off your front lawn. 

You should block his number and know that that is the end of this awful affair. 

But you both know that it isn’t.

[ramayah]

human antidote | nick furcillo

GENRE. smut

CW. bttm!reader/top!nick, monster fucking, [kinda] food play, werewolf!nick [more like an irl wolf], nick has a crush on reader/reader’s knows, mentions of ‘knot’, NOT A/B/O.

NOTES. literally js smut + nick is is so cute n adorable n i love my boy<3

WC. & TAGS. 4.3k+ ! @asukases u betta be happy we r besties cause i swear. u betta not rush me next time.

“A pool party?” [name] questioned as the joke he had a hate-hate relationship with came up to him and asked him after gathering fireworks and, possibly expired, alcohol out of the abandoned shed.

“Yeah, bro! We’re gonna go to the lake. Just wanted to ask cause, you know, one of the girls are into you.” Jacob continued to pester the poor boy about coming to the party for a certain brunette named Abigail. One of the five counselors that he knew had a crush on him? And he didn't realize that all summer? He’s not that dense.

At least he doesn’t think he is.

Disregarding the relentless pleads coming from Jacob, he continued to make another rubber band bracelet. “Bro, I swear, I’ll owe you all year if you come! If you come, everyone will!”

[name] snickered at Jacob’s words, his dirty mind read in between the lines, it was hard not to when Jacob said such words.

“Is there gonna be food? Actual good food. Not nasty grilled burgers or anything.”

“.. No.” The look on [name]’s face after he had said that was filled with disgust. “But, but.. Abi’s gonna be there! And Nick. Abi and Nick are gonna be there. You know Abi likes you and Nick’s my bro, your bro, everyone’s bro, bro! So you have to go. Please?”

Nick’s gonna be there?

Nick’s gonna be there.

“Fine, alright. Let me get some clothes and I’ll be on my way.”

A white t-shirt, and a simple pair of stretchy swim trunks is all that he had in his duffle bag, it was more than enough, really.

He was sat on the old wooden pier, a pineapple flavored popsicle in hand as he watched the others splash around in the lake. The sun was on the horizon, it was sweltering really. Cool breezes did come often, at least when he was sprawled out on the pier.

“You’re not gonna get in?” A certain brown headed Aussie with a ravishing complexion questioned as he planted his hands firm on the wet wood beside you, successfully heaving himself out of the water. Water, with a mixture of sweat, dripped down his body, he seemed like and angel in this sunset, really. He's beautiful, majestic, even.

Dear god, if only [name] could kiss him right about now. Nick’s lips seem so full and pretty and kissable. How would they feel? Good, great even, right? What if [name] kissed him right now? Would it—

“[name]!” Nick shouted, nudging the boy playfully. “Oh, uh, no. No, not right now, anyways. It’s pretty cold, too. And, as a plus, I don't wanna get my popsicle wet.” [name] said, sliding his tongue up from the base of the popsicle to the top before swallowing the fruitful flavor that filled his mouth.

Nick’s face turned a rosy shade of red, cherry red would be a more accurate shade to match his face.

“Would you like some? It's pretty good.” The counselor commented, motioning the popsicle to his favorite counselor. Nick bent over a little and gave the popsicle a lick, even though it was a little bit of flavor that lingered on his tongue, it tasted of pineapple. “Yeah, it’s..” Nick looked up, he looked as if he was just begging for [name] to kiss him, right here and right now. “good.”

Before they could drift the discussion to another topic, such as what the other would do after leaving the camp, a huge wave of water came their way. The result ended up with [name]’s white shirt sticking to his chest and lower torso and his trunks clinging to his thighs. “My god! Jacob!” he screamed as he stood up, hearing the loud cackling of the other male mad his want to wipe the smug smile off his face. After rubbing the water from his eyes, he pulled the shirt off of his body.

“Strip tease!” Jacob shouted as he hooted and hollered, Emma and Dylan doing the same.

“That’s more like it!” Emma exclaimed.

Scoffing with a smile on his face, he mentioned to the Aussie that he was going to get a towel. “I’ll, I’ll come with!” he said, “I’ll be back!”

In one of the cabins, Nick handed the towel to [name] and stayed silent as the counselor dried off. “Why did Jacob have to get me all wet?! Now, I’m all sticky!” [name] whined as he looked in the mirror before turning on the sink and wetting the towel.

“Do you, uhm, need help? I can get some more towels, if you’d like!” Coming out of the bathroom, [name] had the cream colored towel resting in his shoulders as he pointed to his duffle.

“Can you get me a shirt outta there? I can’t wear my other one, obviously.”

Nick obliged and pulled out a black tank top from the bag. When he turned around, his eyes were automatically trained on the ass that belonged to his favorite counselor. It’s not that he had ever seen it before, it’s just that he had yet to see it up close. The velvet colored boxers he wore shaped his ass perfectly.

“Did you get me the shirt?” [name] questioned, his face still faced towards the open dressing jars as he looked through them.

[name]’s words were faint in Nick’s fuzzy mind.

“Nick!” [name] loudly spoke, turning around to see Nick’s face looking downwards to the floor, his brown hair covering his eyes. “Are you.. alright?” The boy asked, walking towards the other one.

Before [name] could grab the face that belonged to the Aussie, he backed away, hitting the bed and falling into it. Nick laid back on his elbows, his face finally facing the half-naked counselor.

Red. Bright, bright red. Embarrassment is what it was. Nick was embarrassed because his raging dick was poking through his trunks. He wasn’t wearing a thing underneath his clothes.

“Oh, Nick..” he whispered, dropping the towel to the wooden floor. [name]’s eyes lingered on the brunette’s erection, his tongue begged to feel it. He wanted to gag, be forced to swallow his cum down his throat.

Nick covered his erection with his hands, apologies spewing from his two-toned lips. “I’m sorry! I–I didn’t mean to! It’s a, a natural reaction!” He cried, feeling too embarrassed to look into the boy’s eyes.

Before more and more words came flowing from his lips, [name] crawled on the bed, grabbed Nick’s face and smashed his lips on his own. “Wait, [name], wait–!” He whimpered, hands starting to have a hard grip on the sheets. Nick’s back hit the bed, [name]’s lower half sat on his legs, one of his hands lingering around the hem of his trunks and the other palming his erection. “Oh god, Nick, you’re so hard.” [name] gasped with a smile on his face, looking into the eyes of the other. A lust filled gaze looked back at him.

A muffled howl came from the far hills, signaling that the moon was high on the rise.

“[name], [name], I have to..–”

“Nick, please stay. You’re not gonna leave me needy for you, right?” Pleads and mindless whimpers flew from his lips. They’d gone to far already, entirely too far. [name] had already start to grind his clothed cock on Nick’s, sweat covering Nick’s forehead, Nick’s hands were already gripped into his thighs, making markings with his nails.

POOF.

A hairy, curled, and long light and dark brown colored tail were in between his legs.

POOF.

Ears. Sharp to the tip, more so like a dog’s than a wolf’s.

“What, Nick.. Did you get bit?” [name] worriedly questioned, eying his dog-like ears. “That’s.. why I wanted to leave.. I–I’m sorry.”

“Nick..” he whispered, his eyes trained on his dog-like ears. “Oh goodness, don’t tell me you feel ashamed? Nick, you’re prettier than a magnolia in May.” he cooed, cradling the cheeks of his tanned face. Short, shallow pecs turned into passionate kisses which turned into a rough, lustful make out. Hasty, frantic movements of taking off Nick’s trousers was nothing short of greedy and desperate. Greedy to have more and more of the Aussie until he couldn’t have anything of the boy. Desperate for more and more from the Aussie, kisses, bites, markings. Anything he could get.

“[name], oh god, [name]..!” Nick whispered, feeling the counselor’s warm mouth engulf his rock hard cock, making his hands grip the boy’s hair, grabbing fistfuls of it, and shoving him down to the base of his cock. “Oh fffuckk, [name]!” Nick cried, his cock twitching from the insufferable feeling of the boy’s mouth. He felt so good that he couldn’t even begin to fathom how good he felt. How amazing it felt to finally have his fellow co-counselor choking on his dick.

After holding him there for a good minute or two, he released the poor boy. Saliva dripped down his chin, producing from his cum coated tongue. Even though Nick had already came once, he wanted more. At least two more would do. At least two. Even if Nick ended up getting overstimulated from such a sinful process, he would still want more. It doesn’t care if he had to beg, plead or order the Aussie to fulfill his greedy desires, he will get it one way or another.

“Nick..” he mumbled, grabbing the base of the Aussie’s eight inch dick and smothering his cock in wet, sloppy kisses. “you taste so good.” he whimpered, kitten licking the tip.

Nick wasn’t quiet during all this, don’t think such as unfathomable thing. He was loudly moaning for more, pleading and begging for more.

Nick had the counselor in a mating press, holding the underside of his thighs as he pushed in and out of him at a rapid pace. “Nick, oh, Nick! Faster! Fuck, oh ffuck—” Tars streamed down the sides of [name]’s face as he cried out Nick’s name, clawing at the bed sheets as he begged Nick to move his monstrous sized cock deeper inside of him. With a roll of Nick’s hips, pressing against his prostate with the tip of his cock. Nick’s hips stuttered as he looked into the counselor’s eyes, seeing how pretty and slutty he had made the boy. Saliva dripped down his chin, onto the bed’s sheets, tears stained the bed as well, and cum painted his stomach, almost reaching his chest.

Nick’s tail wagged as the sight, almost howling like a pure animal before starting to rut inside of him. Like the animal deep inside of him, he didn’t stop to hear [name]’s pleads to stop or begs to calm down and give him a break. No, he chased after his release. Wanting more, begging for more. Pleading for more. “I’m—oh, oh god!–I’m close, oh, I’m so, so close!” he hissed, feeling his cock twitch and pulsate inside of him.

“Nick, Nick—Fuck, Nick!” [name]’s voice reached an all time high as he squealed like a girl.

Nick’s knot filled his ass, spilling out after Nick pulled his–now soft–cock out of the boy’s ass, his chest and [name]’s heaving up and down at two different raid paces.

Dear god, sex is wild these days.

[viilpstick]

Choose your fighter

No but fr this was way too funny to me bc I realized somehow all of these are my oc x canon and I'm wondering if u think they apply to urs bc if so that's gonna be so funny to me

RAMBLE ALLERT!! I AM BORED. AND YOU GAVE ME SMTH TO DO. RAMBLE AHEAD.

1- Forehead kiss: Viuna

Vil would take his hands place carefully on Yuuna’s forehead and with that give her a kiss in her forehead with his lips curled into a smile, and she doesn’t discourage any bit, she places her hand on his waiting for more than just one kiss. May he forehead be covered in lipstick! She will be willingly to do this sacrifice… But, Yuuna would reattribute whenever he is sat down somewhere not too public, she would stay in her tip toes and “muaw!” his forehead. If he is busy, she will wait on his side; until he turns to her and ask if she needs anything. In my head forehead kisses are a way to display a sweet and somewhat elegant affection <3

2- Neck kiss: Malline & Felcy

Neck kisses are like your face fitting into the person’s neck. You start to smell the intoxicating scent and then place a soft kiss.

When Adeline does it, it means she had a long day. And all that can make her feel better is placing her head in Malleus’ neck, and then her lips curl up into a tiny smile and then: kisses all over his neck marked down by her lipgloss. Of course, the prince won’t let her go until he give her the same treatment, the kisses may trail off to her shoulder, but because she is too damn perfect. Is nothing perverted. Is just a display of lipstick and lipgloss art in your partner’s neck!

For Lacy and Fellow, is more like during a cuddle session. Something that happens when he wake up after a short nap, but, uh-oh! Lacy still not awake. What is he supposed to do? Wait, he found the solution! Why not plant thousands of kisses in her neck until she feels tingly and wake up. Yep, seems about right. He may occasionally bite if she still don’t wake up, but meh. He also does it when she is cooking and he hugs Lacy from behind. Lacy does reattribute? Of course she does. With a devious smile and everything, she does it when they are cuddling on the couch awake. Is sweet in general.

3- Hand kiss; Maizul & Adriano

For wrist kisses is something close to a prank… Wait, let me explain. To take other’s wrist and brought it up to your lips you must make it not seem clear what your first intentions are, maybe you pretend on going to a hand shake and then, a kiss is placed in their hand. How sweet.

Azul would do it quite often with the princess. Every time she leaves work, he can’t forget to knowledge Maizie for her hard work, after all, so he comes up to her and pull her for a hand shake. What the mermaid didn’t expected was her partner to pull up her hand so gently and kiss it and then kiss her knuckles. He could do it a million times, she still would feel dizzy. How or when she does it? Well, a princess like her was taught manners. So, when they go on a date, she kisses his hand immediately, and then she pulls his arm so Azul can get closer for a lips kiss. Young love, hm?

Although, Adriano does not have a canon partner yet. The gentleman is a charmer. He would do it, whenever he gets the chance to hold hands with them. He pulls their hand awhile walking with fingers intertwined and kisses the soft skin of his partner, only to turn to them with a grin and a lovefool look and tease his own partner as if not completely head over heels.

4- The knife thing; Floyce <- Of course

Well, maybe is not an actual knife in the room with us. But the tension has the sound of a clear cut. The tension hangs in the air with a thin rope, to worsen things… Is impossible to not stare at each other’s lips.

Floyd teases, annoys, make Grace’s life ACTUAL hell. But, when she gets mad and confronts him, some switch turns up on him and out of nowhere in the worse moment, in the middle of the silence and staring at each other’s eyes… He gets dizzy at how pretty she is. Of course he has noticed before, but those moments where he can only hear her breath; something changes. Floyd stares at her, as if he just lost his words… Well, not quite, he is more unsure how to deal with the urge to pin her down and kiss her. And his eyes don’t let him hide that. Whoever, when is Grace in his position is a little more hard to know if she wants or not. She doesn’t stare at his lips, she looks to his eyes, Floyd’s eyes. As if encouraging him to have the actual guts to kiss her even when mad. She needs him to do so. And you quite don’t know how, but he does ends up pinning her against a wall and kissing her. The urge needed it’s relief…

feel free to reblog it and give ur interpretation of your oc x canon mah <33 I would love to read it. Sorry, ik its long :,)

[lcnelyghost]

Hey if u don't mind, can u pls do an imagine with jpm where the reader is gen z and sometimes James has trouble relating to her/ him/them but he still tries? And also pls pls pls a part two of introducing James to modern music

Ps, ur writing is fucking incredible, and ur one of my fav tumblr blogs, take care sweets :) <3

yk, that last little comment really made me smile. i’m glad to know my writing actually interests people! thank you sm lovely <3

the fascination of our modern world//jpm

pairings; james patrick march, female reader

rating; pg!

warnings; none <3

Oh, where could you even begin here. Let’s just say, having a boyfriend from the 1920’s was occasionally difficult at times. Even though he had a thirst for taking the lives of the innocent, James was a total gem. A gentleman who would spoil you and give you everything he had. Everything you wanted!

But.. the poor dear had a hard time understanding how the modern world worked. He found it incredibly uncomfortable. Certainly quite confusing in many ways, though Mr March found a way to avoid being included in anything that involved this generation. That was until he met you.

Now, James was left to face the supposed joys of finding out about even more sources and objects that now existed in this world. If it meant trying to understand more about you, he’d clearly have to go right in and start learning.

***

“Darling?” James called. He could faintly hear someone singing softly in the sitting room of his suite.

Inspecting this odd noise, James proceeded to enter the sitting room, just in time to see you with you’re back turned whilst singing within the dead silence.

Mr March was quite confused that you were just randomly singing to no tune in particular. No music was playing, so he chuckled quite a bit at this current sight.

“Last Christmas, I gave you my heart. But the very next day.. you gave it away. This year, to save me from tears! I’ll give it to someone special!” You sang with glee, you’re back still turned to you’re ghostly lover.

James smiled in awe but slowly made his way over to you and tapped you’re shoulder. He immediately flew back when you jumped in surprised, going on to giggle at his reaction.

“James! You gave me quite the fright. Is something wrong?” You asked.

James slowly shook his head. “No, no. Not at all my love. Just.. erm.. remember the record player I own?”

You furrowed you’re brows and looked at him funny, pausing the song on you’re phone as it was still blaring through the AirPods a tad bit too loud in you’re ears.

“Yes?”

“Well, i’m sure you are quite aware that you’re more than welcome to use it for some of the albums that belong to you. Don’t feel that you have to sing to yourself rather than the actual piece of music, dear. I know we all like a bit of singing to ourselves sometimes. But it’s better to join whoever may be singing in the song we like.”

You laughed at his slight confusion. “Oh James, you’re such a sweetheart. But I wasn’t singing to myself in pure silence..”

“You weren’t?”

“No. I was listening to my music through these,” You took the AirPods out of you’re ears and went on to present them to him.

He stared at them curiously, taking one of the small white speakers into his own hand. He inspected it before giving the AirPod back to you.

“Ah yes.. these are uh, something that connects to one of you’re electrical devices?”

You nodded and placed both of them in his ears, going back onto you’re phone and playing the song you were last listening to.

A grin began to spread across his face as he slowly tapped his right foot to the beat of the song.

“My my! This is quite the invention!” James beamed, his body now swaying slowly to the smooth sound of music.

You both laughed and you’re heart practically melted at his joy. Now usually, things like these utterly disgusted Mr March. He’d most likely say it was too loud for his ears or it hurt him. But perhaps now, you’re partner wouldn’t be so quick to judge.

***

“So, what do you fancy watching?” You asked James, searching on Netflix and Disney+ as you cuddled into you’re boyfriend further.

The two of you were comfortably sat in bed in you’re pyjamas. You’d taken James to bed a little earlier tonight, explaining to him that you wanted a ‘movie night’ or so you called it.

“Hmm, i’ll let you decide dear. Just maybe something that fits both of our tastes.” He said, twirling you’re hair around with his finger.

“Oo! How about Twilight?”

“Sorry?”

You giggled slightly. “Twilight. It’s a romantic movie. It’s about a vampire who falls in love with a human in high-school. And it becomes his job to protect her. He sort of stalks her a bit though. There’s also wolves in it! Maybe we could watch the full franchise!!”

James blinked at you, not knowing what to say. He eventually sighed and told you to put it on if that’s what you wanted.

Half way through you guys watching the full saga, James became bored and was just cringing at how there was too much going on. Far, far too much for his liking.

“Dearest, I think it’s time for me to settle down for the night.” He stated, faking a yawn and excusing himself.

“Aw, ok! We can finish it tomorrow.” You smiled sweetly, James only just smiled back before kissing you goodnight and rolling over. His smile fell shortly after he’d realised he actually had to finish these lot of movies tomorrow night.

***

“Mm, i’m feeling a bit peckish. Maybe we should have lunch now?” You said to you’re lover, rubbing you’re stomach as it growled loudly with hunger.

“Yes, I was getting ready to ask you that actually. Wait- where is Miss Evers?” James searched around the place but didn’t manage to find his loyal laundress, (and chef for that matter)

“I told her to go to the bar and enjoy herself for the afternoon. Don’t worry though. I’ll order us something in.” You pulled out you’re phone and went into Just Eat.

“Darling, I thought you said you gave her the afternoon off. How are we meant to request to her what we would like if she’s gone?” He frowned.

“I know, that’s why I said I would order it in.”

James frowned ever more. “I don’t understand.”

You sat down beside him, showing him what app you were currently in.

“Look, this app allows me to order food to the Cortez. I can text Liz to bring it up to us and that’ll be our lunch for the day.” You told him. He looked shocked and wildly fascinated at the same time.

“So.. you are able to get someone to professionally make us something to eat and they are willing to deliver it right here to the Cortez?”

“Yup.”

“Oh Darling.. when I said I had a huge dislike for the modern world.. I don’t think I meant it quite literally at all..”

***

hope y’all enjoyed this little imagine! it was quite fun to make actually :)

taglist: @v-love @cabin10hufflepuff

[eyfey]

Hello! I'm sorry to bother you, but I was wondering how long you studied Japanese for until you became good enough to do manga translations? (Or fluently read manga at all, really 😔) I want to help contribute to projects like that, but I feel I still have a long way to go until then 🤧

so first off: sorry this took so long to reply to! when I first got the message I had exactly Zero free time, and then i simply forgor (whoops lol)

I actually already have a few posts sort of about this in my #translation tips tag, but it's been a hot minute so I might as well provide some updated info~

(under the readmore 'cause it's longggggggg)

How long have I studied Japanese?

A While. I had maybe a not so typical journey with Japanese... If you break it down it looks kinda like this:

4 years of watching a TON of anime to pick up basic vocab just by ear (this was in high school- I did not take any actual classes or even make any effort to learn the language at this point, but apparently I'm pretty good at just picking up things from hearing them)

4 1/2 years of actual Japanese classes in college (actual learning with like teachers and textbooks and homework)

1/2 year of study abroad that I managed to cram in before I graduated (additional classes and also constant speaking the language)

8 1/2 years since then (god has it really been that long???) (no actual like... studying during this time, but a LOT of translating... mostly Saiki)

So.... 13-ish years? if you don't count the first 4 that were just watching anime. And technically only 5 of them were actual "studying".

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How long did I study before doing manga translating?

I, uh….. I actually started translating manga about a month BEFORE I ever took a single Japanese language class.

(not recommended but like… here I am lol)

I had found some volumes of Pyu to Fuku Jaguar(a gag manga I really liked but only had 3 volumes translated at the time) at a used bookstore, but they were in Japanese so I just kind of bought them, downloaded an english to japanese dictionary app, printed out a hiragana/katakana chart, and then just went through the book: looking up one letter at a time, sounding out words, looking them up in the dictionary. I already knew a lot of vocab and had a vague feel for grammar exclusively from watching anime, but like also there was a loooooooot of looking stuff up. I don't remember exactly how long it took to read that first volume (at least a month lol- maybe 2 or more)

I noticed the scan group for Pyu to Fuku Jaguar was updating really slow (and/or had notices that they needed more translators? I forget it's been over a decade lol) So I figured: I can understand this well enough just reading it on my own.... maybe I can help???? it's probably better than nothing right?? So I tried my hand at doing some translations and uploaded them to the newbie board of a manga translation side to have people proofread, and then I emailed the group to ask if I could join. If I remember correctly they only ended up posting one (or none) of my translations?? before disappearing so I just kind of kept doing the translations on my own without uploading them anywhere

and then later when a new group took over they had gotten my translations from the previous group (or was it the translation site where I uploaded some?) and credited me in the release, so I sent them a message like "hey neato! I actually have like 5 more translations done, u want em?" and ended up joining THAT group to continue working on the series!

I started taking classes p soon after starting the translations, and doing translation while taking classes was actually really nice 'cause I had a place to pretty much immediately apply the things I learned in class, and the translating outside of class gave me a lot of practice for reading & a good head start for learning new vocab.

Honestly I think for translating, being good at the language you're translating into is more important than being good at the language you're translating from. Like: you should still at least SORT of know the language you're translating from (that is an important part of it too don't get me wrong) But like even if someone is perfectly fluent in Japanese, if they're translating into English but don't know how to make words sound good in English, then it kind of defeats the purpose haha.

(reading a lot and paying close attention to wording and stuff, and also reviewing and revising your translations will help with that part of the translation process- it's also a skill you pick up as you go)

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Tips for getting better at reading Japanese?

Honestly I think translating is one of the best ways to get better at Japanese (understanding and reading at least- it won't necessarily do much to help you remember how to write or speak haha) Reading is helpful to some extent, but you will probably get to a point where you understand enough of it to get the gist of whats happening, but then your brain will just sort of skim over a lot of the parts you don't know in the interest of enjoying the story without stopping. When you translate though, you're FORCED to stop and look up every word or phrase you don't know and double check things and sort of sit on them and think what it means and how you would say it in your own language.

If you're self motivated enough you can probably get some good learning out of language apps like duolinguo or babel or whatever, or even just buying Japanese textbooks/workbooks and going through them by yourself. Otherwise, taking Japanese classes is the standard approach (even if you don't go to a school where they offer Japanese classes, there are private options- just google Japanese classes or Japanese tutors online or in your area if you prefer in person)

This old post of mine has some more detailed tips for how to look things up, and some just general translating tips that I think are still p useful, but it pretty much boils down to "google everything you don't know until you know it"

also the 10ten extension is good for highlighting/translating individual japanese words in your browser (when they're written in kanji or kana) and the google translate app is good for taking pictures of text and reading it so you know what the dang kanji says (or you can hand write the kanji in there too- though I need to find a better kanji dictionary app 'cause google's doesn't really give you enough space to write)

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Sorry this ended up WAY longer than I thought it would but I hope it helped!

Good luck!!

[holotapess]

okay late christmas gift from charlie again but wtv ...

CH☆R'S REQUEST 💌

robert 'bob' floyd x gn!reader

reader has been avoiding bob + overworking themselves, bob being the wonderful boyfriend material, he asks reader but it doesn't seem to work no matter how hard he tried ( etc, talking / trying to comfort them ,, asking them whats wrong ) , he then asks Phoenix for help on ways to help you ... ( idk what else u continue , )

OVERACHIEVER

platonic! bob x aviator! gn reader ; fluff / angst

summary — r has been overworking themself for the upcoming mission, avoiding bob in the process — that is, until an accident happens in the air

content / cws — mentions of overworking, blacking out, and a jet crash

a/n — i feel very meh abt this oneshot, and i'm not sure if this is exactly what you wanted, but it was all i could think of so hopefully you like it <3

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you were an overachiever, you knew that. hell, it was your call sign for a reason. it wasn't that you were trying to be better than others, no, simply that you were scared to disappoint, so you made sure you went above and beyond to manage expectations.

this mission scared you, it scared the other pilots too. flying at a level was way past the hard deck, being on the verge of blacking out, pushing your jet to the breaking point — it was a lot, but, being in the 'best of the best' tier in the navy, you had no choice but to train excessively. okay, maybe not excessively, that was a you thing.

in the process of overworking yourself, you ended up pushing away everyone close to you, leaving you to be by yourself so you could focus on training. you were good friends with bob, but you also didn't know him for that long, so he had only seen this happen once before. he had absolutely no idea how to help you. he tried to ask phoenix for advice, but she had just told him to talk to you about it, and that was the thing, he didn't know how to. he had come up with the general things he wanted to bring up, but maybe it was way too late for that.

you remembered the events all too well, how you could not? it was just a few hours ago. you pushed yourself too hard for the exercise, you had gotten the closest to hitting the target than anyone else, but ended up blacking out in the process of going up the simulated mountain that lead to coffin corner. maverick managed to wake you up with the loud alarm that came along when an enemy locked onto your jet, but by the time you regained consciousness it was too late to save your jet, leaving you to eject at the very last second possible.

now you sat in a hospital bed, head resting against the back of it with your eyes shut and nails digging into the arm rests of it. you were sure that no one could be more disappointed in you than yourself right now.

"hey, uh— earth to [n]?" you were pulled out of your thoughts, opening your eyes to be met with bob standing at the side of your hospital bed, "hi, bob."

sitting down in the chair beside your hospital bed, bob's facial expression contorted into puzzled look, as if he was trying to make sense of something.

"i need to talk to you about something," he began rambling on and on about how unhealthy your overworking habits were, "you can come to me, y'know."

"i know." looking down at your lap, you felt tears well up in your eyes, bob was nothing but a sweetheart to you, and you pushed him away. he noticed and immediately pulled you into a hug, well, the best he could manage with you being in a hospital bed.

"i have to go back out with phoenix, so i'll see you later, okay?"

"okay." you smiled, watching as he jogged out the room to phoenix, who was waiting outside with her eyebrow raised. she patted him on the back and gave you a quick wave before dragging him away.

[goose-duck]

♡Our World♡ (pt. 4)

Killer x Reader

Killer from One Piece is in our world and meets u :D

In this part Killer learns more about you and comforts you

Pt 3 Pt 5

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Sensitive/suggestive chapter

Y/N has bad parent relationships

Y/N also severely needs a bath so Killer makes them have one, it's cute and fluffy :]

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After our soft exchange I get a bit flustered, backing away from Killer a bit and covering my flustered face behind my hands. He giggles at me a bit, gently reaching out to pull my hands away from my face. I sputter out flustered words, not making much sense. Killer holds my hands, his wide smile seeming softer than usual, a look he's given me often since coming here. I smile at him too, my smile being a little lopsided due to my embarrassment in professing such deep feelings to a man I just met. His face is a little flushed too, he'd said the same words as me, I suppose he's also flustered.

He lets go of my hands and sets one of his hands on my shoulder and rubs it a bit, “you've made my time here thus far amazing…let's continue that, yeah?” I nod at him, “yeah..” I then pull away from him a bit more, not in a way that makes him feel like I want to be away from him, but more in a I just want to move way. He takes his hand of my shoulder and watches as I go to the den and sit down, him soon following. I sit on the small couch and he joins me. We're both sitting on opposite ends but it's small enough we're still right beside each other.

I reach for the remote and turn the TV on. Killer looks a litter confused and looks over at me. I look back at him, realizing he probably doesn't know what a TV is, “oh..uh…this is a TV, I'm just gonna leave it on as background noise if that's okay..?” He nods, “that's fine.” He's proud used to background noise on the ship, so many people, someone's probably always talking. I pull out my phone again, just playing some games on it. Killer watches the TV for a bit until One Piece comes on and I quickly change the channel. He gives me a slightly annoyed look, giving enjoyed the channel he was watching. I give an apologetic look, “sorry, that's the show you're from…” “I thought you said it was a book?” “it is.” “books don't move.” “this book does.” he nods at me, giving a look like I'm crazy but ultimately moving on.

It's just the weather channel on now, he seems entertained for a bit before getting bored and looking over to see what I'm doing. He snickers a little seeing how focused I am on my phone, “what're ya doing?” he asks. I don't look away from mt screen for even a second and my talking is slow, I'm clearly more focused on my phone than the conversation, “game. rythum game. new high score.” I say, only getting one or two words out at a time, very focused on winning. He's a bit confused but he understands I find whatever I'm doing important so he patiently waits for me to finish before trying to talk to me again.

Eventually I mess up and the game finishes and I let out an annoyed sigh before putting my phone down and looking over at Killer, “sorry…was focused..” he gives me a soft look yet again and says it's fine, “so, got anything to around here?” he asks. I shrug, “I'm usually just on my phone..” he gives me a worried look before shaking his head, deciding it's probably not possible to change that by just telling me that's not good. He looks around a bit before spotting the shelf he was looking at when I gave him the tour. I also look over, wondering what he finds so interesting about it. He lets out an almost nervous noise before asking, “so…what's with the burnt out faces on this picture..?” he seems to know it's a touchy subject as he walks over and points at a picture of me as a baby with two other people, their faces burnt out of the picture. I freeze up a bit, not expecting that question at all.

I'd had a bit of a rough upbringing, many had it worse but that doesn't make my situation good. I clam up at the question, closing in on myself a bit, without thinking making myself smaller, pulling my knees up to my chest and looking at my knees. Killer sighs, knowing he'd asked something I wasn't ready to talk about. He walks over to me and puts a hand on one of my knees, “I'm sure your knees aren't that interesting…sorry for asking…I won't bring it up again.” I look him in the eyes, mine full of tears and his full of worry. He rubs my back with his free hand, trying to calm my shaking and stressed breathing. I reach out for him, wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him, hiding my face in the crook of his neck and trying to hold my tears in. “you're allowed to cry…it's okay…” he whispers noticing I'm doing everything I can to hold back my tears. I let out a whimper, tempted to cry but not being able to do it, “I can't…it's…I don't know…I just…can't..” “why..?” he asks quietly, hugging me back now. “I can't cry in front of other people anymore…” “do you want me to leave?” “no.” he hugs me a little tighter, rubbing my back in a soothing manner.

After a few minutes I get my breathing under control and everything soon follows as I calm down. I let out a heavy sigh, I can't just never talk about it…it'll continue to kill me if I can't get out this pain, have someone hear me even if they don't understand. “my parents, those are my parents in that picture.” Killer stiffens a bit before relaxing his muscles and nodding, allowing me to continue. “I burned their faces out of that picture…I look adorable…they however…are disgusting.” I talk as if they were physically ugly, they weren't, they were considerably attractive, however to me they were the most ugly, disgusting people I'd ever seen. Killer nods again at how I described my parents, ‘disgusting’, what'd they done to make me call them that?

I start my exposition, pulling away and telling him of my childhood. I sit back on the couch, leaning back and putting my feet up on the couch. Killer sits on the floor beside me, offering me some comfort by holding my hand closest to him and rubbing the palm with his thumb as he always does. “my parents kinda sucked…definitely not the worst…but that doesn't mean they were good either…they had a lot of money yet they considered me a waste of their money. That was super not cool of them…um…wow I'm bad at this…” he gives a soft look, “it's okay, I'm no better at talking about my past…though I don't think I'll have tp tell you it myself.” I nod at him, “yeah, I read you and Kid’s backstory.” he looks a little sad when I mention Kid, he probably misses him, they're separated by universes, that's gotta be rough. I squeeze his thumb in my palm a bit as some silent comfort, not knowing what to say in regards to that. He gives me an appreciative look in return.

I then continue on with the story of my childhood, about how my parents used to ‘punish’ me then ‘apologize’ by buying me expensive things. Killer seems to understand, not from personal experience but on a human level how it'd feel. Once I finish up I've emotionally exhausted myself and start to feel physically tired. Killer notices this and squeezes my hand a bit, “wanna take a nap?” he asks calmly. I nod at him, “I don't really wanna get up though..” he nods back and picks me up, walking to my room…or..our room now, since he decided he's staying in there with me. He lays me on the bed. I look around a bit and see where he's put his new clothes, neatly folded and set on the chair I have in the corner of my room.

I get under the blankets and get comfortable. He looks at me and asks, “you want the curtains closed?” I shake my head, too tired to really care, I could probably sleep through someone shinging a light in my eyes right now. He gives me another worried look seeing how exhausted I am. He was about to leave and let me sleep, but he pauses at the door. He turns around to look at me, I'm already asleep. His concern only grows further seeing me so tired. He decides to stay with me in case something happens. He lays beside me on the bed and puts a hand on my hip, rubbing it gently. He watches me intently, observing every feature yet again. He smiles to himself before pulling against him like he had the night before, holding me close. “I'll be here for you…” he whispers to my sleeping form, kissing the top of my head before deciding to join my nap and allowing himself to fall sleep.

A few hours later he wakes up, needing to use the washroom. I've got myself wrapped around his arm so he slowly wiggles his way out of my grasp. It's early afternoon now. Killer looks out the window and smiles seeing the calm green environment, very different from the life on the sea he's grown used to. Killer walks to the washroom closest to the bedroom. He opens the door and walks in. He'd seen Y/N turn on lights already so he knows what to do, flicking the switch and squinting his eyes at the bright light, opening them slowly as he gets used to the intensity. He looks around the washroom, there's a tub shower combo, a sink with cabinets under it and a mirror above it, the toilet beside the cabinet in a small crevis.

After doing his business he washes his hands, looking around at the many soaps and trying to decide which one to use. They all look the same, they're all the same scent…why the hell does Y/N have so much of the same soap?? He giggles at their strange washroom quirk and just goes with the closest soap.

He then looks up in the mirror as he dries his hands on the hand towel. He looks at himself a bit, observing his own appearance. He definitely needs to shower. He now feels bad for sleeping in Y/N’s bed while being such a mess. He then thinks about them a bit, they aren't in much better condition…maybe he'll suggest bathing to them once they wake up.

He hears the bedroom door open and Y/N stumbles into the washroom, bumping into Killer the second they open the door.

I look up and see what I've bumped into, it's Killer, oops…should have knocked first. He gives me a confused look before relaxing. “Hey, Killer..” I mumble tiredly, still groggy, having just woken up. “Hey, Y/N…uh…you think maybe I can use your shower..?” he asks a bit awkwardly. I look at him like the mess I am, “I need to use my shower…it's been days…” he looks at my barely awake form, leaning against the door frame to hold myself upright, “can you even stand to have a shower..?” I give him a slightly offended look, knowing he's right. I sigh, “I'll have a bath then..” now he's worried I'll drown, “tell me if I'm being invasive…but can I stay with you..? I…I don't know if you can be left alone in here.” he says in a concerned tone. I laugh but tell him he can if he gets some clothes for us. While he leaves to do that I get undressed and fill up the tub, getting in.

Killer returns with only his clothes, I give him a look, “where's my clothes?” “I don't know where you put them so I just brought some more of mine…” “you didn't see the clothes pile?” “that's what that was? Those are clean clothes?” “yeah?” he seems disappointed in me, giving me a look as if I'm the most pathetic thing he's even laid eyes on. “we’ll deal with that later…would you like me to grab you some clothes from that pile or do you just wanna wear mine?” he inquires. “I'll wear waht you brought me, though it'll probable be a bit big I can manage.” I respond confidently. He nods, finally looking over at me and turning a bit red but ultimately controlling himself. I on the other hand plan to torment him, “like what ya see?” I tease. He blushes more opening his mouth to object, ending up just closing his mouth and nodding. I laugh a bit before asking if he's gonna join me, he just about dies but agrees to.

“your dirty clothes, put them with mine, I'll put them in the wash later.” I instruct and he nods, doing as I told. He’d put the clean clothes on the counter with my soap collection when he'd first returned to the washroom. As I see his toned body my face gets warm, he notices and snorts before coving his laughter and using my own line against me, “like what ya see?” I start giggling and he joins. I nod at him and whistle, “come here, Kill! Don't just tease me!” I joke. He laughs and gets in the tub with me. We're both sitting on opposite ends with our knees pulled to our chests, it's a bit awkward and makes it hard to get cleaned so to change the mood I bring up the soaps. “which soap do you wanna use?” “they're all exactly the same?” “I have some shampoos…” “are they the same scent?” “maybe…” “Y/N.” “Killer.” Kille sighs and I laugh, “yeah, yeah, it is, it's all the same secnt..” he puts his hand over his face as if ashamed of me.

I grab one of the shampoos, something else I've made a collection of, and I hand it to him. He takes it from me and gives it a look as if it's got something wrong it. I don't think he thinks the shampoo is the problem, I think he thinks I have a problem…quite frankly I agree. He then grabs my arm and pulls me onto his lap, my back to his chest. “close your eyes.” he speaks gently, holding me in place on his lap in a way that isn't overly forceful. I accept whatever's going on and close my eyes. He moves me a bit so I'm not as close and he puts some shampoo in my hair and begins massaging it in. My initial shock changes to a relaxed feeling, enjoying this a lot. He's very gentle and thorough. He then lays me back a bit so my hair is in the water and he washes it out. “there, your hair is all clean.” he says kindly, rubbing my thighs a bit as something to do with his hands. I turn my head to look behind me and smile at him, “thanks Kill, but maybe warn me before you to that next time?” he seems happy at the idea that there will be a next time and nods, “okay.” he says patting one of my thighs before grabbing a wash cloth and some body wash and cleaning my body for me too. “warn me before you do that too!!” he giggles at me a bit and kisses the back of my neck, “I'm gonna clean you now.” he says, almost taunting. I can't help but let out a quiet snort, allowing him to continue.

Once he finishes up with me he sets me on the opposite end of the tub again and starts cleaning himself. I stop him by grabbing his hand, “can I help?” he nods, “yeah, but only with my hair.” “but you cleaned my body too?” “I think I'll die if you touch my body like this” he responds, his face noticeably red. I giggle, “alright, only your hair then.” he nods and returns to washing his body, trying to ignore that I'm there. I wasn't really watching him, not intentionally at least, I'd started to zone out after a while and ended up just staring at him a bit. Once he's done he grabs the shampoo and tries to hand it to me but I'm in my own little world. He taps my shoulder and I flinch, suddenly brought back to reality. I quickly look ever at him then at the shampoo bottle and let out a nervous laugh before taking it from him. He turns around so I can wash his hair. I do my best but he has a lot of it so it's hard. Even though I wasn't great at it, when I'm done Killer seems happy with me. “good job.” he says, patting my head gently. I smile at him, “thanks, I try!” he snickers then puts the shampoo back where I'd grabbed it from earlier.

Killer soon gets out of the tub, grabbing a towel and drying himself. I stay in the tub and just watch him, getting a nice view of his ass from where I am. I whistle at him, prompting him to turn around and give me a joking glare before returning to drying himself. He doesn't get dresses immediately after, instead picking me up and setting me down outside the tub and handing me a towel, “your turn.” he speaks in a teasing tone, ready to give me the same treatment I gave him. He watches me dry myself, complimenting my body every once in a while. I'm flustered but I feel good, his compliments started off joking the got more genuine, it's nice to have someone do something other than put down my body for once. Once I'm dry he pulls the plug from the tub drain and we watch the water drain from the tub, I enjoy watching the little whirlpool it makes. Killer lets out a small chuckle at my mundane interest.

Killer then gets dressed, wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans and per usual. I put the shirt on he brought for me and it definitely covers my body. I look at the pants and just hand them to him, leaving to my room to grab some bottoms to wear. He laughs at this, following me to see what I grab. I just grab some shorts and undergarments, quickly putting them on then giving Killer a fake confident look, “I look great.” he seems to be more serious about me looking good though, “you're right, you do..once my clothes are washed you should wear my shirt.” he suggests, wanting to see me in something that's truly his. I nod at him nervously before leaving to get our dirty clothes. I grab them and our towels and take them down to the laundry machine, and put them in, turning the machine on and returning to Killer. He decides not to ask how the clothes are going to get cleaned in the basement, not overly caring as long as it gets done.

I walk into the kitchen to get a snack, making a sandwich. Killer stops me after he sees my ingredients, knowing immediately I'm making a sandwich. He holds both my wrists to stop my sandwich making activities. He then let's go, putting a hand on my waist and pulling me away over to the dining room table and making me sit down. “I've got this.” he tells me, immediately getting to work on making both meand him some sandwiches. I watch him work, it's almost mesmerizing how good he is. He finishes up, putting the two sandwiches on plates and brings one over to me and sets the other where he'll be sitting. He then goes to my fridge, “what do you want drink?” he asks, looking back at me expectantly. I tell him what I want and he grabs it, deciding he’ll have the same. He pours two glasses then puts it back in the fridge, walking over with the two cups. He sets one in front of me and one in front of himself.

Killer finally sits down, look at the plate and cup he grabbed, both are blue. I smile to myself about this, blue, it's his colour, was this intentional? I look at my plate and cup, they're both my favourite colour…he really thought about this…or it's just coincidence. I look over at him to see him looking at me. He quickly looks away, picking up his sandwich and taking a bite. I giggle a bit, grabbing my sandwich and taking a bite. It's amazing, the best sandwich I'd ever had in my life, “this is really good.” I compliment him before excitedly taking another bite. He smiles at me, swallowing the food I'm his mouth, “thanks…only the best for you.” he jokes a bit at the end but it feels almost like he's just telling me the truth. I smile as I eat, every bite is perfect. I wouldn't mind if he always made food for me.

[marky-iplier]

pls... eric derekson,,,,,,,,,,,

my baby boy needs some recognition man

Hello! I'm so sorry for the very late reply but here u go!

Beautiful Stranger (Eric Derekson x reader)

This small shot is inspired by this song :3 Enjoy!

I was in my last semester of college. The amount of essays I needed to do was spinning my head, so I decided to go to the nearest cafe to chill my head a bit. Perhaps, a fresh latte would help me freshen up on this cloudy day.

Cling

The smell of coffee was tickling my nose, the smooth jazz from the speaker had already calmed me down, a tiny bit.

"An order for Merlin!" The barista shouted. There were only four customers there, but my eyes caught on this one man while reading a book and sipping his coffee. Round glasses with leaf patterned shirt. He looked… cute.

"Good afternoon, ma'am. Can I take your order?" the barista asked. That caught me off guard, and I put my attention back on the menu, even though I already knew what I was about to order. But, my mind was changed when I knew they had a special pastry on that day, it could go well with my latte.

"Good afternoon. I'll have a medium latte and the fallin' pumpkin pastry." I looked back at the man and he was smiling. My heart dropped when that happened, "I see. Would you like to have them here or to go? Also, a hot latte or cold latte? Would you add sugar too?"

God, I needed to pay attention. The man kept distracting me, "I… Uh… will have them here. Hot latte because it's pretty cold outside and no sugar, please."

"What's your name for the order?"

"Y/n." The barista tapped something on the screen while I tried to resist the feeling of looking at a certain someone, "I see, that'll be $6.75. How would you like to pay?"

"Cash, please." I opened my wallet and reached for my $10 bill, handing it to them. They smiled and gave me the changes.

"You may take a seat and we will call your name."

"Thank you so much." I turned my heels and tried to pick a seat out of many empty ones. Should I sit near him? He was sitting at the table facing the front window which was also one of my favorite spots in a cafe.

Fuck it. I walked towards an empty stool beside him, well, just one stool away from him, and sat down. When he lowered his book, I made eye contact with his brown eyes. My heart was beating faster than before but I tried to keep it cool. My lips formed a sweet smile as a way to greet but he didn't say anything but returned the smile, then continued reading his book.

My mind tried to overthink that quick moment, was the smile an uncomfortable one? It didn't seem like one. God, I should've taken the seat here. There were plenty of empty seats. And I-

"I… I like your cardigan. It's cute," …oh? =

Those two sentences stopped the overthinking. I smiled shyly, "Thank you. I… Well, it's homemade. I crocheted this myself. It's one of my hobbies." He looked in shock and impressed.

He put down the book and took another look at my cardigan, "Wo… Wow. Do you… Happen to sell them? I… I love some homemade sweaters," he replied.

I thought for a moment, I never really intended to sell my crotcheted stuff. Not many people appreciated it but my grandma, "I… I am not sure. Maybe, would you… like to be the first customer?"

"Yeah. I… I'd love to. You did great with your cardigan and I… I am willing to pay a high price for it."

I smiled, "Thank you. I appreciate that a lot."

"You're welcome." Then, there was silence. It wasn't an awkward one oddly, something about his presence near me was already lovely to me. A man that I just met a few minutes ago also seemed to enjoy it too, perhaps the atmosphere of the cafe could be the reason?

.

The silence lasted a minute later and I didn't feel awkward at all. No one of those coughing expressions. Just us, together.

"An order for Y/n?" That broke the silence together. I looked at him,

"I… I should grab those. Are you going to leave soon? I'd like to… Get to know you more." The empty mug of what it used to be coffee usually meant he was leaving. It saddened me honestly.

"Unfortunately, I do. I'm so sorry. I'd like to get to know you too. My… Friends needed me."

"I see. Well… Uh… It was nice talking with you," I said.

He smiled and grabbed his book, "It… It was nice talking with you too. Have a… a nice day." I watched him leave in front of me. My heart ached, I got up from my seat and went to grab my order. The pastry looked tasty, wait… Shoot, I forgot to ask his name and he already left with his car!

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[hotluncheddie]

got a couple snippets for you since you asked!!!!!!! i havent worked on this in like. a week cuz ive been sleepy but i did a little editing (let my bf who is a teacher (like gators bf!!!) look over it for me and he was Very disappointed to see that i had accidentally written ‘heaved himself heavily’) :3 but the stupid ask box thingy wont let me use italics so i had to put /…/ >:(

“Play-pretend?”

“Uh-huh. Like, I’m the housewife and I’ve been so busy, cooking and cleaning all day. And you’re the husband, Daddy. You-” He starts shifting his hips again, breathing hard, but this time you intend to let him. His voice is pitched up ever so slightly, and he tries out a feminine, almost transatlantic tone as he talks, “You just got home from work and you’re just so tired that we can’t possibly go all the way to the bedroom to make babies.”

You groan wetly against his cheek, and he leans in close to whisper in your ear.

“We gotta do it right here, on the table.”

Too much. Gator’s several years younger than you, and manages to flawlessly make you feel precisely how old you’re getting. If he keeps going, you’ll come. And you will not get hard again. And then he’ll sulk, and play with one of his oversized, brightly-coloured toys in the bedroom while you sit downstairs watching reruns of Top Chef.

“Puppy. /Puppy…/” You warn when his hips speed up and provide more friction against your own khaki-clad cock, “Maybe another night, okay? Daddy’s too sleepy to play-pretend right now.”

+

Your body feels like it’s made of styrofoam. You swallow.

“You missed Daddy that bad, honey? Should’a called me while I was having lunch. Daddy could have helped you stuff your hole.”

“Both of ‘em,” Gator giggles cheekily, “Do it more’n ya think, Daddy. You just- You’re always too tired to play, so I take ‘em out while you’re sleepin’.”

“Yeah? Tell Daddy next time, Gator,” You tell him sharply, emphasising his point with a push at the plug which startles him, makes his whole body twitch and his cock jump, drooling pre-cum onto the bedsheets.

He breathes out a soft /M’kay/, awkwardly trying to stay upright while he removes his briefs all the way. You pet, gently and lovingly, at his asscheeks, thumbing over the raised horizontal scars that start on his upper thighs and travel all the way to his waist, cooing gentle, praising words at him.

You think about the first time Gator had taken his clothes off in front of you, how you’d asked him if ‘Moonck’ gave him those licks, the way his eyebrows furrowed as he told you /Naw, football accident/, then huffed wetly and said /My dad…/ and asked you to touch them, to love them, to put your fingers on them while you were inside him. And you had, of course you had. You would do anything to take away those furrowed brows, that wobbling lower lip, the way his scarred eyelids drooped so sadly.

- 🐶

im,,,, 🥺😫😫😫😫😫😫😫 he so!!!!!

ugh im so exited for this - sweetest boy, loveliest little baby omg omg 💝🐶🥺✨❤️

just ugh, his daddy and his sweet horny mind, coming up with stories and fun things to do!!! and his scars!!! :( baby deserves the world, im obsessed with this cant wait to read it, or read any more if u want to share <3

and both holes stuffed ugh! please tell me he's a plump, round, cute puppy!!!

*heaved himself heavily tho omg thats funny hehe

[bonesandthebees]

omg OMG dont even get me STARTED on honey and tangerines

i've genuinely been meaning to reread it this summer, THAT FIC IS ONE OF MY FAV THINGS IN THE WORLD... THE VIBES-

like okay yes almost all of ur fics are my fav in the world, but honey and tangerines hits DIFF man

i started that fic thinking the main conflict was going to be crimeboys, and then angelduo came in with a sledge hammer holy shit

dude. that convo in chapter eight SMACK CAMMED ME SO HARD

like

i remember reading the summary and being like "ooo!! skateboarding", i didnt even clock how the part with phil could be ominous man like-

oooh boi

[takes a deep breath]

im getting emotional thinking about it rn, i havent read this in so long ohmgyod i miss this fic:(

side note before i get into my full mental breakdown over the ConvoTM, i never wanted to learn how to skateboard till i read this fic lmfaoooo

idek why, i was just... never interested, even my bf was like YOO ITS SO COOL and i was like Eh

and then i read this chapter and i was like "... maybe it Can be cool"

brooo BROOO

okay yeah that convo...

i think it's the hardest i've cried reading any of ur fics, normally i tear up and yknow do my whole Pterodactyl screech, but i dont often full blown cry, but holy shit man. Honey and tangerines? I'm pretty sure I bawled.

uh oh im crying again rereading this scene BROO ITS JUST SO WJEAFOIAWEOIRJAWEROIAWEROIWAERJAWEOIJRWAOIERKJLWERJOIWEJWEARIJ

ow

im in pain again

anYWAYS

god this fic is actually the greatest fucking thing in the world i love it so much bee u have no idea bro i adore it to my core :(((

i dont know how to describe it but ooohh my goodness

i just :(( idk i love indie vibes a lot

like... one of my favourite movies is Perks of Being a Wallflower. Indie movies are really important to me bc it just :( it makes me feel like My life will be okay, if their life works out. and... slice of life vibes are just the best

and honey and tangerines is the perfect fic to ever indie vibe, the playlist, the little fluff moments, the climax, everything about it is perfect. i can't describe how perfect it is. i adore it sosoosososososososoosososoo much

i also can... oddly relate to tommy in this fic, more than i thought. my mom didn't have mental health issues but I did have to take care of myself more than I was supposed to when I was younger, and there were a lot of parallels in this fic even though the situations were completely different, that it just... hit a lot harder for me than most fics normally do. especially like... i have a half sibling that i have a super complicated relationship with and crimeboys in this fic almost reminded me of it.

i just :(( honey and tangerines is so so important to me, and it's also just beautifully written, content aside. i love the prose in it. the way you describe everything feels so natural and real. i felt truly immersed. i lose sense of what's around me a lot quicker than i normally do when i read fics. it just instantly grabs my attention.

god, it's written so fucking well.

another way it's affected my life is after i read the laundromat chapter, it gave me the courage to ask my bf to dance w me for the first time. as i've always loved dancing but i've always been super shy about it. but reading that scene just filled me with such joy, that i had to ask my bf, and now it's one of our fav things to do :))

idk man like. wf is the fic that first made me obsessed with your writing. stars is one of the most well written and impressive things i've ever read and heyyy sandduo centric babyyy. also the WORLD BUILDING IS SO COOL. what the water gave me is the fic out of all of ur fics that makes me the most emotional /pos. a dusty tomb is my personal fav comfort fic, it's so fucking cute i love it so much (and the clinic prequel is same vibes as well). ur vamp fics are addicting as hell to read.

but honey and tangerines is the fic that's affected my life the most <3

(god sorry for the long rant, this was not meant to be this long LMAO SFDKAJ)

honey and tangerines was such an interesting fic for me to write because it connected to my irl life in so many subtle ways. I put those nods into my life in a lot of my fics, but honey and tangerines was the one most directly based out of my own life although it was mostly just the concept of having ex step-siblings that I pulled from. I also thought the main conflict was going to be crimeboys going into it, although I knew I wanted a focus on angelduo as well. but then as the story progressed I understood tangerines!tommy a lot more as a character, and his relationship with phil just expanded into so much more. I'm so happy with how it all turned out, and I'm sorry for all the tears I made you shed lol

(this response got long oops so I'm gonna put it under a cut)

you totally get my love of coming of age/slice of life indie movies. I've always been a big movie watcher, and nothing hits quite like a really well done coming of age film. ironically though, the perks of being a wallflower was one I originally wasn't a movie I was very impressed with the first time I saw it. it wasn't until I read the book and then rewatched the movie years later that I was like oh. I think for me two coming of age indie-type films that really hit for me were Lady Bird (because the relationship between Lady Bird and her mom hit very close to home in certain spots for me), and this one called Cha Cha Real Smooth. Cha Cha especially hit for me bc it's about a 22 year old who just graduated college and is trying to figure out where to go now, and I watched it only a few months after I'd turned 22 and graduated college and was floundering for what to do next. so yeah, that one helped me in the same way you described with the whole "maybe my life will work out like theirs" sense.

I'm so glad I was able to capture those vibes in the aesthetics of it all. that was half my motivation for writing it ngl. I just really wanted to try and capture that summertime haze with the descriptions and the playlist and all of it.

I'm sorry you could relate to aspects like those in the fic, but I'm also really glad it was able to provide a source of comfort for you <3

that's so sweet that you asked your bf to dance with you after reading the laundromat scene!! and the skateboarding too is so cute. I'm gonna be honest I do not know how to skateboard nor have I ever had a desire to learn, I just liked the aesthetics of that scene lmao. I hope you've been having a really good time dancing and skateboarding with your bf since though :)

icyfox aaa you're so kind though seriously thank you for all of that. one of my favorite parts about having this 'audience' (for fanfic lmao but it's an audience nonetheless) is hearing how the stories I create for my own joy impact your real lives. like, it's just amazing to me the reach my words can have, and I'm so happy you were able to get so much out of this story. ty for this it made me smile a lot