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[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

Title: Illusions In The Dark

Tags: first time, bed sharing, smut, eycte era, oneshot

Summary: Miles was no stranger to wanting, or even wanting Alex - but he’d never wanted anyone the way he wanted Alex in this moment, a glimmer of impossible made possible under cover of Parisian midnight.

[eydi-andrius]

Yayyyy... I love you 😭💗... you accepted my request 😭💗 I love your stories sooooooo muchhhhhhh 😭💗 (I'm a writer too btw)

HEART GOT TEETH (Gojo Satoru x Reader)

Synopsis: How does it feel to be hunted?

a/n: I'm so sorry it took a long while for this. I was just not confident enough but i hope you will enjoy this one. I am still experimenting with the professor Gojo one still, on which you first requested, but this story was born from writing that. I kind of think you'd love to read this. Enjoy!

WARNINGS: 18+, MINORS DNI, NON-CON, DARK GOJO, DARK! READER, bullying, stalking, obsession, violence, kidnapping, sexual assault, illegal filming or recording of sexual intercourse, DARK SMUT, blackmailing and let me know if I forgot any tags

Gojo is used to being the smartest on campus. Not until late in semester, a transferee was given the opportunity to move due to her academic achievements.

He hated her.

He picked up on everything she does. Detest the way she strides with confidence, unbothered, and powerful.

Of course…..She's not as smart as him. But somehow, people liked her better.

Not that he cared.

Professors who are usually tight lipped whenever he debates them, are very kind and nice to her. They seemed approachable and open whenever she conversed with them.

Classmates who scurry away whenever he is around, greets her with a smile whenever she passes by them. She even earned the nickname “sunshine” because a gloomy room will light up when she’s around.

It was an anomaly. She doesn't belong here. Your existence is unwanted. He dislikes how an outsider such as you was able to get the attention away from him so easily.

His hatred started off with a normal rolling of eyes when he caught sight of you. Bad mouthing you the moment anyone uttered your name. Embarrassing you in front of the class if you show a teeny tiny mistake. However, none of those work and weirdly enough, you still smile at him purely.

That attitude angered him more.

It didn’t even occur to him, that his hatred heightened and it turned into a full-blown obsession, that stalking you became a habit.

He is checking your socials for any updates, your shares and stories religiously. His ears will perk up if other people mention your name, and he will immediately tune in to whatever they were talking about— especially, if related to you. He will even check in the campus portal or the google drives related to your files just to judge whatever you passed to the professor.

Geto Suguru, his best friend, obviously noticed the change in his behavior but he was glad that he didn't comment further about it.

Sometimes, he knows Geto will deliberately mention your name and where you are currently. He would respond with a grumble and scrunched up nose, berating his friend for uttering a witch’s name. Yet, he will catch himself standing in the area that was mentioned. And he feels alive, when he purposely bumps to your shoulder, almost toppling you backward, and you would profusely apologize for being clumsy, bowing repeatedly in shame.

It didn't even occur to him that what he was doing was wrong. Harassing a girl for absolutely just existing seems like a problem to himself and not something she should apologize for.

One day, luck must've on his side. He was getting paranoid because he has a feeling that you’ll get higher grades than him this semester. The knock on his door startled him, especially when he opened the door and it was your face that popped up on the other side.

It seems like your laptop is having an issue. You tried everything you can find online but nothing fixes it. You came to his dorm because Geto recommended and assured you that Gojo can fix it for you.

Cursing his bff, he almost turned down your request…… when an idea flashed on his head. His ire vanished, and an evil, unfair plan formed in his mind.

He could use this opportunity to spy on you. He can check your grade and track your whereabouts and see what you're up to — to make sure you are not sabotaging him, of course.

And that he did.

You were all smiles, grateful and happy, when your laptop came back, fixed and working better than before. He watched as your eyes glinted, almost tearing up, when he reassured you that he doesn't need no fee.

He let you go on your merry way without knowing that he got you. He now has access to your laptop and everything inside of it.

—-

Gojo could have sworn that he heard his skull crack from that strong hit he received on his head, while he was standing outside waiting for Geto.

He received a text from him to sneak out and do something more worthwhile, than faking smiles, and joining the retreat for the seniors.

Although he doesn't want to go out, he’d rather do something else than be surrounded by morons, to whom the only advantage they have is being born earlier.

He was minding his own business. Patiently waiting, when a hardwood suddenly came out of nowhere, and made contact on his head. His ears rang, vision blurry, he was feeling dizzy, and saw footsteps coming his way, before he completely lost consciousness.

—

With a throbbing head, and a body sore, he felt like the pain was killing him. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and saw himself in some sort of a shed made out of bamboo.

He tried to open his mouth, to scream or ask for help but he was far too dizzy and weak to voice out his concern. He winces when he tries moving his head, looking for a comfortable position, the throbbing got worse, and he tried to lift his hand to assist on his head, when he realized that he can't move his hands, and it was tied behind the chair he was sitting at.

After a moment, he tried his voice again, he could only croak syllables, and grit his teeth when he felt how dry and parched his throat was.

Closing his eyes, and with the pain all over his body he did not notice when the door opened, and he jolted when someone sat on his lap, pinching his chin to look up. Forcefully opening his mouth, by grabbing his cheeks.

A bottle of iced cold water was given to his mouth. He felt the invasive cool liquid run down his dry throat, and coughs when the person who forced him to drink does not care if he could drown by titling the bottle without stopping or resting, for him to be able to drink it all at his own pace.

He forcefully moved his face away on the stranger's hold, and was looking down and coughing, when he felt the person on his lap uttered “good boy” deregatoridly while slapping his cheek loudly.

He looked up, and all colors went out of his face for a second when realized who the person in front of him was.

Your furious eyes were tuned on him, even with a playful smirk gracing your lips, it couldn't erase your pulsating anger.

His initial shock soon turned into boiling anger, when he understood that the most likely suspect of his kidnapping was no other than you.

He started screaming profanities, calling you a bitch, and derogatory names, as he tried to forcefully remove his bindings.

Instead of being offended by his words you only chuckled at him. This only made him angrier.

“You bitch! Even if you kill me right now, you will never become the Summa cum laude! You’re too stupid for that!” His insulting words slowly turned sharply and deadlier, and he thought his words finally got under your skin after he watched as your eyes widened in surprise, mouth agape, slowly blinking at him. It looks like you were shell shocked from what he had said.

He smirked at that, feeling like he was winning, at least before you smiled and started laughing hysterically, which stilled and confused him.

“HAHAHA! So sorry for laughing at that.” She apologized, using her finger to stop her tears of delight.

“Damn, Satoru. You are all tied up. Helpless and all on my mercy, and the only thing you could come up with, the reason why I am doing this, was me envying you for getting something you deserve because you are smarter than me? I am not that petty.” You clarified after a big sigh.

She looks amused as she watches his brows furrowed, eyes filled with confusion, as he tries to understand what exactly he did to be treated like this.

“Fine. Fine! I’ll spill.” You said, raising your hands up in surrender. You purposely grind on his crotch, hard. Making him wince in pain from the friction. You felt his dick hardened a little, poking you, and you jeered in disgust at that. All men truly are the same.

“Tell me, Satoru. What did you put in my laptop?” You said in a sing-song tune. As if caught red handed, his eyes widened, and his mouth closed and opened up, trying to come up with something.

“Nah! You don't have to answer that. I already know that it was you who put spyware on it. You disgusting, motherfucker. If you wanted to get someone's pussy, you could always just yell on campus, and the girls would flock in front of you, like starving hyenas. They will serve themselves for you to eat them whole. You don't even need to pay them.” Scratching your scalp, in annoyance, you continued.

“Did you know that almost put my sister in danger? I thought my abusive fucking father finally caught up with my younger sister and he planted those spywares, to spy on us. Thank God! I was smart enough to realize that the possibility of that was low, especially, since he is too stupid to think that way. And there is no other person in my life that could have done that, except you, who fixed my laptop for free. Like why are you so obsessed with me?” Disgust was written all over your face as you looked down on him. You were visibly shaking, face red from anger.

“Dream on!” Gojo spat back at your allegations and you can't help but chuckle at that. In anger, you grab his face, and squeeze it tight.

“Listen, you jerk! Do you think I do not know that you have been targeting me for absolutely no reason at all? Those accidental bumps when you're walking, your not so subtle insults when I made a small mistake and many more. I know. I know that you meant to crush my spirits with that. But you know, I was used to getting bullied and really doesn't mind what you’re up to, even though it was unfair. I told myself that I just need to graduate in two years so it wouldn't matter. I don't have to meet you again after that, anyway.” You stopped for a moment licking your lips. Eyes filled with unshed tears.

“Yet, you made the absolute, most horrifying mistake, of dragging my sister in this.” You continued, breathing labored from pent up anger.

“You see this?” You moved a bit and pulled out something from your pocket. It was your phone, and you showed that it was recording.

“I’ll fuck you and we will record it. I don't usually do blackmailing on a reg, but it was you who started this so, goodluck with that.” With gritted teeth, you declared war, and you grinned when you saw how fear flickered on his eyes, and his face turned ashen, and he started thrashing, not caring if his binds bites on his skin.

“But before that!” You clapped and pulled out a cloth and forcefully covered his mouth. “I don't like you calling me names. You sick, fuck.” Gojo tried to put his head on the side, to run away from his mouth being covered, but due to his limited movements, she was able to shut him up. Cloth digging on his cheeks on how tight it was.

Chuckling, you stood up and placed your phone on the prompt up stand on the side, directly in front of Gojo. He was breathing heavily as you watched him on the screen, still trying to untie himself. You saw blood now trickling down on his tied wrists.

“Tsk tsk. Don't do that if you're hurting yourself. I promise you’ll enjoy this.” Cooing, you slowly undress in front of him, making sure that the discarding of your clothes was caught on camera.

When you're finally bare in front of him. He stopped thrashing around and his eyes were only tuned in on yours refusing to look down.

What a gentleman.

Positioning yourself on all fours, you started crawling seductively at him, and you did not miss how his skin prickled, not sure if he was scared or enjoying the show you have for him.

When you're right below him, you squeeze his knee, and he starts thrashing again, stronger this time, as you painstakingly slowly reach for his zipper. Undoing it and freeing his semi hard dick.

Grinning to piss him off, you grab his member carefully and licked the tip, like how you're licking an ice cream on a sunny day.

You felt how his body shivered from the contact and his breathing labored as he stared down at you. Long lashes fluttering, eyes hardened.

You moved your hand up and down, and licked his shaft, teasing him, as you moved your hips performing in front of the camera.

You moved a bit forward and you heard him groan when you finally put him inside your mouth, with a slurp, you started bobbing your head, hollowing your cheeks as you moved your mouth up and down his cock, enough to make him feel but not enough to cum.

You watched as he bit the cloth covering his mouth to stop himself from making any noise. And do everything in his power to stop his instinct from enjoying what you're doing for him. One wrong move, however, he pistoned himself upwards, which caused his dick to go deeper in your throat, and you involuntarily gagged at the sudden intrusion. You felt how his member twitched, enjoying the feel of your mouth on his veiny dick. Staring at his eyes, you know he loved the power he had in that small moment.

You chuckle a bit at that, the vibration causing him to twitch some more, and with a pop you let him go. His cock fully hardened, ready, red and wet from both his precum and your saliva.

Standing up, you turned your back on his face and sat on his lap. Using your finger, you open your fold, and grind your pearl on his dick, to tease him. Your other hand on your breast, playing with nipples and massaging your mound.

Satisfied on the way he groaned, and stopped cursing at you, you gave him a reward by plunging down slowly on his dick, he whimpered, mouth shut, lying to himself about not liking the way your gummy slowly molding his cock inside of you. You only squeezed him tighter, when you were a bit surprised at how deep he had gone.

You never had a dick this big before. You felt so full, and touching your belly, you can feel the shape of him.

“Satoru, I can feel you here. See?” You asked naively, looking back at him, as you squeezed him tighter and the guttural groan he let out was music to your ears.

You smiled evilly at that and started moving your hips up and down, both your hands, playing with your breast.

“Ummm…I’m doing well, right, Satoru? Is this what you want? Oh god, you're so big.” You continue to lie as you move, performing, and admittedly loving your power. Makijgvsure the video will show that Gojo consented to this.

“Please please please….touch me, Satoru. I understand that you wanted to be binded and silent but I need your touch, hmmmm?” You pretended to ask, as you looked back on his helpless face, looking pathetic, red and sweat dripping from his forehead. He looks dazed and unfocus.

“Alright, if you insist, I guess, I’ll cum by riding you on my own.” Pouting before looking back on the camera, you started increasing your pace, you know he is now close, as his voice deepened and his whimpers louder. You acted and started telling him that you’re close, he is good, and he is hitting your sensitive spot, to throw him off.

It was soon after when you felt his dick violently twitch and you felt how he came inside of you. Warmth seeping in your core and painting your walls white. You whined at that and you squeezed his knee as you looked back at the camera.

“You told me, you will not come inside.” You said, almost crying.

“What? You want some more? But I’m already tired.” At this time, you had faced him, you thinned your voice, acting cutely, but your face says otherwise. You smirked down at him. On Satoru who looks dazed and red, dick is still twitching and hard, even after just cumming.

[globaloppaaa]

matthew things .𖥔 ☁️ ݁ ˖‧₊˚ ⋅🌹

just because seok matthew is AN ACTUAL SWEETHEART oh my gosh i just had to share some hc’s ab him

partially based off my experience attending and performing at kcon LA!

- outwardly he may not enjoy the cute and baby comments made towards him, and he’ll try to dismiss them or change the topic publicly, but he’s totally hiding the fact at how much he loves the attention.

- when he’s alone with you or with close friends he’s the biggesttt softy. you can always tell when he gets blushy because his ears start to turn pink no matter how much he denies it.

- “happy virus” is the perfect dubbed name for him. he’s always looking for a way to make everyone smile. whether it’s through funny jokes, gifts, even embarrassing himself, if he gets a smile from you he’s done his job.

- on the topic of smiles, his is the most contagious thing. (this may be based off my personal experience 👀) you could be feeling any kind of emotion: anger, stress, nervousness, but one look at his bright smile comforts all of your worries.

- separate note for how his cheeks do that lil squish thing when he’s happy OH MY- you get the point.

- LOVES drives with you. idk something about him getting to showcase his biceps while jammin’ out really gets him going. doesn’t care when or where to, but i feel like the atmosphere of late night drives make him feel at peace.

- he’s gonna be respectful when he drives though, mama raised him right 💪🏼 He’d be nervous to reach over to you, no matter how desperately he wants to. It’ll take him a few months just to work up the courage to hold your hand against the gear shift.

- he soooo wants to rest his hand on your thigh but he reprimands himself bc that’s your personal space 😡

- he shows off so unintentionally… at least, he likes to innocently let it on in that way. yk that thing he does where he comments those heartwarming messages, followed by the most gruesome, whore-looking pic? it’s 10x worse when it’s just to you.

- “good morning sweetheart, i hope you rested well! i miss you love, my mind only thinks of you.” and he’s shirtless curling dumbbells 🥴

- acts like a toddler when your separated from each other. you could be going off to work and he’ll stay jumping at the door waving his arms until you’re down the street and out of his sight

- so later when you approach your doorway after a long days’ work, you better believe he’s running up to the door like a puppy just to give you the biggest welcome home greeting.

- confirmed golden retriever 🦮‼️

- he’s a sucker for romance, rom coms’, etc. anything that remotely reminds him of his relationship with you he’s obsessed with. matching outfits, hugs that sweep you off your feet, and those romantic phrases that leave you a blushing mess every time. 😵‍💫💗

- his pet names can be soo precious. with the way he comments to his fans i have no doubt it isn’t any less special for you. his favorites interchangeably revolve around baby, love, darling- (i can’t write any further i’ll cry).

- pet names with matthew can also be absolutely atrocious though. stink, booger, or some nickname from an embarrassing moment of yours seem very fitting to him. as much as he loves you, making fun of you is one of his top priorities.

that’s all i can write without making it self-indulgent ✌🏼

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Hello, can I ask you for a Fic!Khan and Lehr! Bang Chan and Lee know

Team Up:

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Jisung

𝒍𝒆𝒓: Chan, Minho

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭i𝘯𝘨! 💗

𝕥𝕨: small argument between the 2 lers, jisung ends up as a stress reliever, jisung ganged up on, raspberries, swearing

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @dandyboyseungmo

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣u.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

"You don't even know him as well as I do!"

"Well-! Well fuck off!"

*gasp* "you little-"

Jisung had had enough. All he wanted in that moment was for the two eldest to stop fighting.

That day had gone horribly between the two. Jisung had forgotten his umbrella when it was raining and the two were seriously arguing about who should share their umbrella with him.

No, it wasn't an argument about him. He was just unfortunate enough to get roped into the kangaroo and bunny's ridiculous argument.

"Well I bet you don't even know his worst spot!" Minho yelled, face reddening furiously.

"Excuse me?! Of course I do! It's his waist." Chan retorted, gesturing to the youngest while speaking.

"Wait, you don't even know his secret spot?!" Minho questioned, arguement temporarily forgotten as Chris glanced at the bunny curiously.

"He has a spot worse than his waist?!" Chris asked, mind blown as to how sensitive the quokka really was.

"Uh-yeah, duh" Minho deadpanned, rolling his eyes.

Meanwhile, Jisung could just feel the blood rushing to his cheeks as the two eldest argued about his tickle spots. Like, seriously?!

When the bunny and kangaroo turned their gazes to the younger boy standing behind them, their faces suddenly stretched into wide grins.

Hannie slowly backed up. Nope, no way. He was so out of here. He ran towards the door just to get caught around the waist by Lee Know.

"NO! no no no please GUHUHYS!" Han squealed as the two lers dug deep into his sides.

"WHYHYHY?!" Jisung cackled hysterically as they switched to his ribs instead, slotting their fingers into the crevices and shaking violently.

Han thrashed as his hands tried to grab ONE pair of wrists, failing every time as he tried his hardest to just make it STOP.

"Wait get his thighs, and don't be afraid to dig in deep." Chan instructed Lee Know, loving the hysteric scream Jisung let out at having one of his worst spots revealed.

"nahahA PLEHAHAHAHA!!!" Hannie lost all ability to form coherent sentences, loud laughter being the only thing leaving his lips.

The scream Jisung let out when Minho switched tactics, scribbling lightly over his thighs, could have deafened a man.

"Okay okay let's give him a break." Chan laughed at Jisung's wrecked state.

"Youhu two suhuck." Jisung commented, not thinking straight as Minho rolled up his sweatpants to right under his thighs.

"Wow. You are definitely gonna regret that. Chan hyung wanna know his absolute death spot?" Minho asked Chan, who looked he won the lottery.

"YES! ahem- i mean yes please." Chris replied, face tinted pink.

"NONONO LEE KNOW HYUNG DON'T SHOW HIM PLEASE!" Jisung pleaded.

"But...Jisung, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity!" Minho replied, pouting at the flustered boy.

"NO! If he knows he's gonna tickle me there all the time!!!" Han whined, as he threw his head back.

"Oh well! SO basically his death spot is his knees. LIke, everywhere on his knees but definitely the undersides~" Minho told Chan, whose mouth dropped open.

"Oh my god...I never even tried there!" Chris smirked at the terrified quokka.

"nonono PLEHEHEHAAAA" Hannie cut off as Minho massaged the top of his knees.

"Wow! He's so sensitive there!" Chan commented, grazing his nails over the tops of the quokka's knees as Minho sat on JIsung's ankles, pinning the younger down properly.

Han whined through his laughter, throwing his head back when Chan scribbled a little faster.

"This is so fun!" Lee Know exclaimed while glancing happily at the gummy smile on full display for him. Chris nodded in agreement to the younger, smiling fondly down at the giggling quokka.

"Soho youhu agree ohon thihihis?!" Jisung exclaimed sarcastically as he arched his back and bucked his hips.

"You want to really show us some sass huh?" Lee Know retorted, getting off and pulling up the younger's legs, exposing the soft undersides of the quokka's knees.

"NO! No hyung-HYUNGS IM SORRY DOHOHOHONT!" Jisung screeched when Chan took the signal, trailing his fingers lightly over the sensitive skin.

Hannie was thrown into hysterics immediately, shaking his head back and forth as he tried his hardest to bring his legs down, but just couldn't.

"STAHAHAHAP!" Jisung screamed when the kangaroo decided to massage the undersides of his knees with his thumbs.

"You know what really drives him mad?! Hold his legs for me..." Lee Know handed Jisung's legs to Chan.

Suddenly, the evil bunny ducked down and blew the longest raspberry he could right on the underside of Jisung's left knee.

"NOHOHOHOHO STAAAP IM SAHAHAHARRYYYY PLEHE- GAHAHA PLEHEHEHEASEEE IHIM GONNA DIHIHIHIE!!!" The buzzing sensation was a little too much for the quokka as he whined and pleaded, cackling desperately as he kicked out.

However, it was all over when Chris settled Jisung's legs on his shoulders and blew another raspberry on his right knee after Minho finished with his left.

"IHIHT TIHICKLES SOHO BAHAHAD I CAHAHANT!!!"

When Minho and Chan decided to blow a raspberry on each of his knees on the same time, JIsung let out a raw scream, followed by more laughter.

"STAHAHAHAHA-" And just like that, Hannie's laughter went silent. The feeling of two pairs of lips on his knees was too much for the quokka as he screamed silently, trying his hardest not to cry but failing when tears rolled down his cheeks and off his face.

Soon enough, the lers let up, deciding that the younger has probably had enough.

"What were we even arguing about?" Chan questioned, glancing at Minho.

"I dunno. But it's okay now. It was probably something stupid."

The two eldest left the quokka to rest as he wiped the residual tears off his face. He made a mental note to always never get caught in thier fight again.

Maybe he enjoyed it though.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣u.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Okay so i spent 20 minutes typing this and my fingers are numb-

[thebluemage]

It’s All For You

Pairing | Doctor!Steve Kemp x female reader

Warning | Explicit sexual content, 18+, smut, biting kink, body worship, spit kink, use of pet name (Bunny), cunnilingus, dirty talk, praise, P in V, established relationship with Doctor!Steve and girlfriend!patient reader, doctor/girlfriend!patient dynamic, some fluff afterwards, Steve Kemp (he’s a warning on his own!)

Summary | Steve desires you with a great and fiery passion, and a deep love that goes beyond himself that he’s unable to leave you untouched.

Word Count | 1613

A/N | This is my first headcanon on doctor Steve Kemp, and he’s just marvelous and filthy at the same time!! Not beta’d, but all mistakes are my own. Banner & divider made by @vase-of-lilies. If y’all enjoy it, leave some feedback, comment and reblog. I’d really appreciate it!! 💗

Masterlist

Steve is the most insatiable man you’ve ever met.

He’s literally hypersexual, and he can’t get enough of you.

It’s impossible for him to not touch you, every second of the day when he’s in your presence.

He’d satisfy your every need, and every want or craving you have.

“Do you even realize what you do to me? How you’re able to make me addicted to you? To your soul and your body?” His sultry voice permeates from behind you; his tall frame towering over you.

“I’m just me Steve, just me.” You reply softly, while you ponder.

“Huh, I don’t think you understand what I meant by it,” He quickly turns you around to face him and cradles your face gently in his hold, his face is merely inches away from yours.

His breath touches the surface of your skin, as you close your eyes to the sensation.

“Open your eyes for me,” He directs firmly. “Let me see those beautiful eyes of yours.”

You flutter your eyes open, the moment he said it.

He instantly smiles, with his lips curling to each side.

“Beautiful. Absolutely, beautiful.” He declares in awe, completely smitten by it.

“I guess I need to show you of what you do to me,” He punctuates while he takes your hand in his and guides it to his bulging cock, straining in his pants.

“You feel that? That’s what you do to me,”

“You’re not just you, bunny. You’re beyond everything, I ever need. The moment you stepped into my office; I knew I needed more of you in my life. Not just as my subject; but as my wife. Eventually.”

Your breath catches, as you swallow the lump in your throat. Speechless to what to say, you drift off to stare into his cerulean eyes, while Steve holds your hand to his aching bulge. A deep longing increases inside of you.

“I—I want you,” You utter lightly as you feel yourself get wet.

“You know, you have to be more vocal than that for me to know how you want me, sweetheart. Tell me.”

“Please, Steve!! I want to feel your tongue deeply into my core and make me delirious with pleasure, I—need your cock inside of me, hard.” You blurt out, all at once.

“My good girl.” He intones satisfyingly. He picks you up and lays you on the broad marble kitchen island, as he spreads your thighs apart.

He lays you with gentle kisses and roams your body in delight, until he reaches your mound, he pulls the black plaid skirt you wore desperately up to your body. Not daring to tear that piece of clothing off of you.

It’s his favorite clothing piece on you, besides the suggestive and expensive lingerie he often buys for you.

When he reaches your red laced panties, he hooks his fingers between the thin fabric and rips it to shreds, with the remaining pieces straying to the floor.

“My panties!” You shriek as you hold yourself up with your elbows.

Steve chuckles as he bites in your inner thighs softly. “Don’t fret, my love. I can buy all the panties and sexy lingerie you want. Now just let me worship you.”

In one instantaneous move, you feel his face to your core. You feel his tongue going through your slit, ravishing you with desire; that leaves you breathless.

He moans into your heat in utter satisfaction, sending vibrations all the way through your body.

He relishes giving you the enticing bliss you desperately crave.

“Oh fuck yeah!!” You moan out in delight.

He wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as you grab a fistful of his hair; shoving his face deeper in your cunt.

He sucks your clit intensely and flicks it with his salacious tongue.

You arch your back off the kitchen island, as a mewl slips from your mouth.

“P—please, Steve. I’m getting there, aaahh fuck yes!!”

“Hmm, you’re so addictive, so delicious.” He groans, while he collects all of your slick into his mouth.

“Yes, oh fuck!! Aaaah!!” You wail out loudly, as your entire body stills while a surge of bliss raptures throughout you.

“Yeah, that’s it. Good girl.” He praises you, before he laps up your remaining arousal, cleaning you.

“Now, open up.” He asserts and you immediately know what that means. You open your mouth without hesitation.

A spurt of spit lands in your mouth, the taste of your cum and his spit combined, lingers on your mouth while you swallow it in.

When you regain your breath, he picks you up and carries you in bridal style up to the bedroom. Once there, he lays you out delicately on the king sized bed you have together.

He rapidly undresses himself of his own clothing as he averts his eyes on your body.

You undo off your shirt and plaid skirt, as you keep your eyes fixated to his.

He crawls onto the bed and hovers his body over you, looking deeply into your eyes.

You could see the passion emanating in his eyes, a containing lust that’s about to be unleashed.

He draws you in with a long kiss, as his tongue seeks entrance to yours; you accept his while you place your hands on the sides of Steve’s face.

His well skilled hands roams around your body, not leaving anything out of his reach.

Steve fondles with one of your tits, flicking your nipple every now and then while he sucks on the other.

His leaking erection doesn’t go unnoticed to you, as you feel him poking your inner thigh.

He growls into your skin, becoming more feral with each moment.

“You said you need my cock huh,” He rasps heavily, through his lips.

“Yes!! I need it, I need you hard and slow. I need to feel every inch of you. I want your cock, engraved inside of me.” You gasp, while you feel his hands squeeze your ass.

He guides his cock near your entrance, lining himself to you, as he slides his length through your damp folds; collecting your slick.

Unannounced he plunges his length into you, and waits a few seconds for you to adjust to his size.

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby. Love—the way you feel wrapped around me,” He declares while he tilts his head back, in pleasure.

He continues his rough and slow pace until he gradually fastens, as he becomes more and more frantic.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good in me!!” You moan in delight, as you clutch your hands on the satin sheets underneath you.

“Oh, yeah!! Cum with me, my bunny!!” He groans adamantly, in your ear before he roughly strokes your clit to add more stimulation.

The knot in your stomach begins to tighten, as a sudden burst of electrifying pleasure surges through your body.

“Aaaahh, Steve!!” You scream out, as your hips buck up intensely while you come undone.

“Ooh, yes!!” Steve moans, spurting his cum deep into your pussy.

His body collides to yours, momentarily exhausted by the intense bliss that he lays on top of you, for a few moments.

You regain your composure again and Steve lifts himself up with his arms, and maneuvers to your right, to lay beside you.

You hear his heavy breath reverberating through the bedroom, as you feel him move closer to you again, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“You’re wonderful, my love!” He muses softly, as he nuzzles his face to the crook of your neck.

“Oh, I also have a surprise for you!” He says enthusiastically, when he quickly gets off the bed and pulls out a big orange box from underneath it.

“What for? What’s the occasion?” You ask incredulously.

“Can’t I just spoil you without having an occasion with it?” He jokingly asks, when he gives the box to you.

“Steve, you didn’t have to!!” You proclaim, as you tentatively accept his present and take it from his hands.

“I wanted to, baby. Now, open it,” He encourages you, sitting to your side as he strokes your arm gently.

A small black logo is displayed imprinted with the words ‘HERMÈS’ in the middle of the box.

“I know, it’s something that you wanted for a long time and when I saw at the boutique, I took the opportunity and bought it for you.” He proudly explains.

“No way, are you kidding me?” You intone, amazed by his gesture, instantly knowing what he’s hinting at.

“No, I’m not a comedian, I’m a doctor.” He laughs to your comment, as he puts an arm around your shoulder.

You unwrap his gift, and there it was; a red crocodile leather with gold hardware, Birkin bag.

“This must’ve cost you a fortune!” You reply astonished.

“Only 300 thousand bucks, though.” He declares nonchalantly, while shrugging his shoulder like it’s nothing.

“Only?!” You scream in bewilderment at his answer.

Emotions overtake you, as you fly into his arms, thanking him endlessly.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you Steve!!” You express while leaving soft kisses to his face.

“No problem, my love!” Steve replies back, as he takes your face in his hands and gently strokes his thumbs over your cheeks.

“It’s all for you, everything,” He conveys, with a light smile to his face.

“It’s my way to showcase my love for and to you, you deserve everything what your heart’s desires, Bunny.” He expresses affectionately.

“Thank you, again. How can I show you how thankful I am?” You ask him, astonishment and wonder evident in your voice.

“I know a couple of ways,” He says casually, while he smirks up at you.

“Ready for round 2?”

@superdcchick

[blushydrangea]

so curious on your thoughts on the latest shenanigans lol, also missing your nymphia thoughts in general 💗

it's been a while. cracks knuckles.

(under a read more because it's quite long!)

a lot of things happened since my last time answering an ask about ✈️🍌, even claims that they were long gone apparently. the taiwan trip was so sweet and i'm happy they spent time together & with mirage, something i love about this cast is that they always find opportunities to hang out with each other in different combos, their bond is so cute! i'm curious about the music they're working on, although it seems like we won't get to hear it for a while 😭.

kissgate (that's what i'm calling it lmao) soured my feelings a little bit, because we shouldn't be attacking real people for not acting according to our headcanons. it was sad that plane had to explain herself on twitter, and it's good that the girlies still interact normally after that but i honestly wouldn't blame them if that caused for them to hide their friendship a bit more. still i'm 110% sure they'll never lose what they have, it seems to be something important for both of them and that they wouldn't let go of 🩷.

the drought reminded me of early march (i believe...) when they didn't talk for two weeks (!), i think most people weren't here for it and that is why a bunch of you freaked out. don't worry if it happens again, ✈️🍌 are fine, have some faith in them!

THE PAST DAYS WERE WILDDD. we got bratty nymphia demanding plane's full attention, nymphia with morphine which goes so well with my seven stages fantasy, and planymphia being super sweet with each other 🥺 it was a great moment for the enjoyers, both of them looked so goooood and nymph is like a vocaloid come to life in that cute outfit. their whole live on morphine's ig was absolutely wild & i'm sure a lot of people have shared their thoughts already and i don't wanna repeat them, so i'll just say that the forehead kiss was very important to me <3 and very seven stages. i love winning!

onto nymphia thoughts since you mentioned that!

1) she seems so exhausted and it breaks my heart. nymphia appears to be the type of person who gets more energy from being around her close friends, so she was happier with the s16 cast, but when she's alone it's sad to watch how tired she is. she also mentioned not sleeping in her ig story. i hope the princess can find some time to rest and take care of herself, she deserves it :(

2) on a lighter note... HOW COME NO ONE TOLD ME LA GRANDE DAME IS A BANANA BELIEVER– she liked two!!!! nymphia tweets!!! and commented "oui" on a team nymphia post!!!!! if you were around here in 2022 you'd know how obsessed with lgd i was then, so i'm sure she did this for me 🤧. the pretty & silly fashion girl liking the other pretty & silly fashion girl makes so much sense <3 they follow each other too and now i need a dada and nymphia encounter. pls someone book them both for something. PLEASE. i need to see nymphia look tiny next to her.

that's all i have! even though i've been dethroned lol it's still nice to know someone cares enough about my thoughts to shoot me an ask through my inactivity. i love fandom 🥰

[ikamigami]

Idk if it'll mean anything coming from me, especially since I'm anonymously sending this, but I followed your blog for a while and I noticed recently that your mental health has begun to spiral the more you interact with the TSAMS fandom.

You might get mad or feel attacked, but I'm saying this out of concern, even if I'm a fellow internet stranger. I see you taking criticisms other people have for the show and interpreting it as a personal attack against you. Yes, this show is important, especially to you, it seems. I know what it feels like to be attached to a character you deeply connect with and get frustrated when their issues are overlooked or not treated seriously. But at the end of the day, it is a show.

I'm not your parent, so it's not like I can control what you do, but the tsams-confessions blog only seems to make you even more upset. I think you should take a step back from everything, block that blog for your own mental health, and allow yourself a moment to breathe. I'm not saying to stop watching tsams, but maybe unfollow the tags on tumblr (I know I had to for my own sake lol) and just enjoy the show alone and with your friends. That's my suggestion

Again, I am sending this out of concern. It doesn't seem like you're enjoying the show anymore, it's only causing you increase distress, especially the more you interact with the fandom. I hope if you do take my advice, you'll be able to return to the fandom space if you wish to do so after some time with a clearer head and be able to enjoy things again. I know you struggle a lot with mental health, and it's likely you don't see what is happening to you.

Take care of yourself. I don't know you, you're just words on my screen, but I still worry for you and hope to see you happy <3

Thank you so much for this beautiful message, dear anon 💗

You're absolutely right that I should distance myself from sams fandom. It helped a lot when I distanced myself from mha (my hero academia) fandom.

I'm taking others' criticism as personal attack mainly because of my paranoia. Whenever someone is saying something negative and it's related to something I was talking about I catch myself on immediately relating this to myself. That people are talking badly about me. I know that it's not the case every time.. but it's hard to not think like that when I see people saying something related to topic about Sun being suicidal.. Topic that I'm mainly talking about..

I just wanted to share my experiences alongside talking about show. I thought that people wouldn't have problem with that. But it turned out that they do.

The thing is that I'm blocked by tsams confessions blog. I'm getting the feedback from one of my friends. They're sharing what is upsetting them.

Which also makes me upset and on top of that there's also the fact that there are others who relate to Sun and his mental issues and they are the ones who are sending anonymous confessions pouring their hearts there saying their frustrations about the fact that others dimiss Sun's problems..

Someone even said that they were also ignored the same way Sun was.. and seeing later that people say that we want Sun to suffer to prove ourselves to be right is awful..

I was talking to one of my friends @magrigano ... They're deactivated now.. They are most definitely depressed themselves.. They often expressed how much they're upset about people not seeing that Sun is depressed.. They also relate to Sun a lot..

I'm worried about them because they deactivated and I don't have any contact with them beside Tumblr..

I'm scared that they took what people are saying to their heart..

I hope that they're fine but it concerns me that they deactivated..

If you or anyone else know @magrigano please check what's happening with them..

They often liked my posts and commented on them.. I think that they felt understood..

I know that this is just a show.. but fans are real people and this fandom treats people who are concerned about Sun (because they relate to Sun and his mental issues) awfully..

They don't seem to realize or maybe they just don't care that they words are hurting real people..

For me these people seem as if they want to be right. They want their headcanons to turn out to be true.

That anon I was talking about last time for example said that just because we're worried about Sun it means that we wishes him to be harmed to prove ourselves right and it's yikes.. but that's not true.. these words are very harmful because this is just assumption made by a stranger.. this person doesn't even know any of us and yet they don't seem to have a problem with making things up..

When it really isn't about who is right or wrong or what is canon and what isn't..

It's about letting others be. Why people can't let others relate to Sun and be worried about him?

I think that people like that anon likes to always be right. They think that they're superior than others. I'm making assumptions now, I know. But this is exactly how this anon comes across with what they're saying.

Because at the end of the day it's more than just angst and headcanons etc. Because people who relate to Sun and his mental issues are real. People who are worried about Sun are real.

Maybe my posts were only fuelling everything more.. but like I said I'm not the one who is sending those confessions about Sun - those ones who seem concerned about him and being upset with how fandom treats Sun's fans..

And it makes me worried.. because it's not only me.. if it was just me I wouldn't be that much upset.. but now one of my friends deactivated and I don't know what's happening with them..

I'm appreciate your concern and kind words, dear anon 💗

I just wish that this fandom wouldn't attack people who struggle with mental issues just because they want to be right.

Also it's important to note that not every person deals with mental issues the same way because everyone is different and also there are a lot more mental issues/disorders beside the more popular one. Let's take depression for example.

People think that when you're depressed it's obvious because you look sad and you sit in dark room and cry a lot.. but that's not true. Many people have atypical depression or they have high functioning depression.

People should learn more about mental health to not harm others with what they say.. or they should just simply not talk about mental health if they don't want to learn more about it..

It's not that people only ignore Sun's mental issues.. because with how they words things it comes off that they're dismissive of mental issues of real people who relate to Sun.. with how they say things carelessly, they hurt real people..

That's why I'm worried. It's not only about me. More people say that they relate to Sun and it hurts them as well..

I just wanted to be a voice for them.. I wanted to help for our struggles to not be ignored..

I think that it'd be enough if people just let us be. If they let us be concerned about Sun. If they let us relate to Sun.

But some people are just awfully mean and don't care if they hurt someone because they are right.

Also it's hard for me to just stop watching the show because it helped me realize so much about myself.. and I want to know how Sun's plot will resolve because I relate to him and because thanks to him and obviously Davis and EC.. I could finally connect the broken pieces of myself.. because when I'm looking at Sun I see a reflection of myself.. He not only deals with similar mental issues to me but he also has the same character/personality. His short temper and sometimes mean comments or his horniness it's all the same.. I just feel like I'm looking at slightly different version of me.. because his life is worse than mine ever was..

I often catch myself on saying that I wouldn't be as nice as Sun in some situations.. or I don't know if I would survive as long as him in his situation..

I think that he's strong but having your issues ignored is awful also if you struggle with depression or any mental disorder that others seem to not see..

Thank you for your advice, dear anon 💗

I think that I'll try to stick to just watching show and talking only to my friends.

I'm still worried about others who relate to Sun especially my friend @magrigano.. I hope that they're alright 🥺

[loveaj]

The Lake

pairing: fem!reader x austin butler

word count: 2.8k

warnings: depictions of depression, sappy love confessions

summary: after bad news comes your way your best friend austin takes you out to the your favorite spot in hopes of lifting your spirit, and showing you that life doesn’t always go as planned and that it might be better that way.

a/n: i apologize for this being as short as it is. i was originally going to make it longer and add smut, but i decided to combine my ideas for this into another fic i’m working on so stay tuned!! really loving friends to lovers atm so don’t be surprised if quite a few of my works entail that trope. i like how this turned out so i hope you like it too!! 💗

Three weeks, 4 days, and 8 hours is how long it had been since you had received quite possibly the worst news of your life. It had thrown a wrench in the future you had dreamed of for yourself. All you’d ever wished for was taken away in five simple words ‘we regret to inform you…’ The moment your brain processed what you had read it had felt like a rug was pulled out from under you. The instant drop of your heart sent you into shock. It felt like your life had become a stand still, you were trapped in the moment your world shattered. You worked so hard over countless sleepless nights spent perfecting every assignment you were given. It was all for nothing.

Of course your best and let’s face it only friend Austin had been with you when you received the unfortunate news. The aftermath had gone as follows, you crying in his lap for 20 minutes, the after shock setting in, causing you to tell him to leave, and finally yelling and slamming your bedroom door in his face watching his gaze falter through your teary eyes. Of course you knew it had nothing to do with him, it wasn’t his fault, if anything he made you a better student over the years. Always there to help you study or give you homework answers, even going as far as letting you cheat off his tests when you were placed in the same class together. But you were too angry with the world to face anyone else and run the risk of saying something you didn’t mean. Maybe this is why I only have one friend. you thought, that was if Austin even wanted to be your friend after your blow up.

It had been roughly 3 weeks since Austin had heard from you in any capacity and it worried him absolutely sick. After calling you nonstop for a week with no response he decided it was best to give you your space. As selfish as it seemed Austin just wished he could go back to the moment you were curled up in his lap, crying into his shoulder staining his shirt with your snot and tears. He wished he could go back to the moment and grip your face and kiss your tear strained cheeks, he wished he could go back and tell you everything thought that grazed his mind. How everything would be okay, how much you were destined for more, for greatness, how much of a hold you’d had on his heart since the second he saw you all those years ago.

You’d met Austin on your first day of middle school, him being the new kid and spotting you sitting in the cafeteria all alone staring into the abyss eating an apple. He stood there for a moment taking in your features while you were in a natural state of being. Feeling as though he had no better option he’d taken the chance and sat down next to you. You’d paid him no mind and after failing to gain the courage to spark up a conversation, Austin opted to take out his book and read it in defeat. Minutes went by, the sound of you munching away on your apple drowning out the numerous conversations going on around you. 

You awkwardly looked over at the boy you’d never seen before. People normally didn’t come your way at school, so based on that and the fact that he was so unfamiliar, you’d come to the conclusion that he was a new kid. You peered over his shoulder to see what book he was reading.

“Oh, Harry Potter? bleh,” you said turning back to your food.

Austin was taken aback by your comment and particularly by your boldness. “Excuse me?” he replied. 

“Sorry, it’s just I’m sick of everybody obsessing over it. It’s all my brother and sister talk about these days,” you said switching to a more friendly tone.

“Well, have you ever read any of them?” he asked holding out the book to you. You took it examining the cover.

“No, I was kind of turned off by the whole thing being everywhere,” you admitted turning the book over to read the description on the back.

“Wait!” Austin said grabbing the book from your hands. 

“What the heck man!” you said, confusion plastered all over your face.

“It’s just that this one is the third book, so if you read the back then you could get it spoiled,” he explained.

“That makes more sense,” you said nodding your head. “Are they really as good as they say?” you asked.

“They are pretty awesome,” he told you.

“Maybe I’ll read them sometime,” you said. “Probably not though.”

“I like your honesty,” Austin said as you hoped he couldn’t see the flush of your cheeks. “I’m Austin,” he said holding out his hand for you to shake.

“Y/N.” You reached over grabbing his hand, making note of the way his blue eyes sparkled when he smiled at you.

It had become a routine everyday for you two to meet at the same spot in the cafeteria, sharing giggles as you tried your best to finish your meals in the short time you were given to eat. Everyday you watched Austin’s eyes shine while he smiled fully at you, and everyday Austin become more mesmerized by your drive to be great. When summer had finally came neither of you were brave enough to ask the other for a phone number. It had brought many lonely days for both of you, that was until you’d both been dragged grocery shopping with either of your mothers. All it took was a double take in the cereal isle and your summer had taken a turn for the better.

Nowadays it was rare for you to go longer than a day without seeing him. Although it caused a hole in your heart begin to form you didn’t have the courage to pick up the phone. The truth was you were embarrassed about how you had acted out. The fact that Austin had officially seen you at your worst and he’d still flooded your messages scared you. 

After almost a month of no contact Austin decided it was time to go make sure you were okay. He knew you didn’t die of course, but he was sure you had felt like your life was over. He recalled all of the times you brought up going to school where your parents had met, where you brother and sister currently attended. You’d cared so much so to apply early, but looking back in your eyes all it did was end your life sooner. 

Lying on your bed you stared out your bedroom window. You were wearing the same clothes as 4 days ago, still barely bothering to move. You closed your eyes trying your best not to think as you heard a knock on your door.

“What do you want?” you asked assuming it was your mom. Your breath hitched as you realized it was in fact not your mother, but Austin walking through your door. You were too exhausted to be embarrassed by your appearance, still shoving your head into the pillow on account of how you’d left off with him. “Look I’m sorry, I was just upset okay?”you muffled through the pillow.

“I’m not here looking for an apology Y/N,” he said sitting down at the foot of your bed. You felt his hands grabbing you, turning you over to face him. “Are you okay?” Austin asked taking your hand. His blue eyes bore into yours, his kindhearted gaze sent a shiver down your spine. 

“I don’t know,” you choked out, now on the verge of tears. “You’re not mad at me?” you questioned pulling his hand to your chest gripping it tight. You saw him frown through your teary eyes.

“No Y/N, I was worried, I mean I still am,” Austin told you. “I know it feels like it but it’s not the end of the world. You will be okay, maybe you are destined for more,” he said pushing you knotted hair away from your face.

“Thank you,” you said, your face felt hot at his comment. It also plagued a new self awareness. “I feel so gross right now so I’d really appreciate it if you’d give me some time to shower and change.”

“Actually, you’re coming with me. You have to leave the house, you’re mom said she was scared you’d melt into your bed if you didn’t get out soon,” he said as if you didn’t have a choice in the matter. 

“Of course she did,” you scoffed rolling your eyes. “We can go anywhere you’d like, but I would at least like a chance to not be a disgusting mess first,” you pleaded.

“Fine, twenty minutes and then we are out of here,” Austin agreed kicking back on your bed as you got up and picked out a change of clothes. 

Now showered and changed, you combed through your wet hair. “So what’s the plan?” you asked Austin sitting down on your bed next to him.

“You’re actually gonna need this where we’re going,” he replied holding up your pink flower bikini.

“When did you get that?” you asked snatching it from his fingertips as he let out a laugh.

“You don’t think I know where you keep everything? Y/N I know everything about you,” he said flatly. You reluctantly got up to go and change not wanting to feed more into his delusions. “You can’t just walk away and think that will change anything,” Austin shouted as you left the room. He infuriated you sometimes.

You walked out of the bathroom, your swimsuit on and ready to go get whatever Austin had planned over with so you could get back to where you left off rotting in your bed. Storming into your bedroom you grabbed his hand and dragged him out of your house and to his car.

“Why in such a rush?” he asked, starting his car with confusion apparent on his face.

“Just eager to get the hell out of there,” you exhaled using an enthusiastic tone despite being anything but.

Austin drove away from your house shaking his head. After taking note of the turns he was taking you knew exactly where he was driving to. 

You had found the spot years ago and ever since some of your best and worst moments took place there. Austin was of course by your side in each and everyone of them. 

Austin studied your features as you were getting lost in your own mind. He noticed a new manner to you. Just your normal expressions had changed, like you had lost your heart. A sad gleam was set in your eyes. 

He pulled up to where he knew was your favorite spot, helping you out of the car and grabbing your hand gently. 

There was a haze set over the lake as you and Austin walked closer toward the dock. The sun barely peaked through the surrounding trees setting a golden glow over the world around you. You stepped on to the dock hearing the wood creak below your feet. You walked to the edge sitting down, letting your feet dangle from it barely grazing the water. The location set in a new feeling of vulnerability as you recalled everything in your life that had taken place there.

“You didn’t have to disappear,” he told you, sitting down beside you. 

“I know,” the surrender lifting a crushing weight off of your still aching chest. “I wanted to call you, I just couldn’t,” you said. The feeling on your mouth being full of cotton surfaced as your eyes brimmed with tears.

“Hey,” he said grabbing your cheek gently. “I would never think any less of you,” his words sent spirals of a warming feeling through your body. “You are more to me than what you accomplish Y/N.” Austin’s comment opened the floodgate of emotions to pour out of you.

“I just always felt like I needed to be great to show my siblings, my parents that I could hold a candle to their achievements. I thought getting into school would prove it, hell Austin I worked so hard,” you choked out finding your place in his arms. He rubbed your back as you shoved your face into he crook of his neck. You let his familiar scent soothe you.

“You never had anything to prove with me, I always knew if you could truly dream it you could do it,” he said. Austin made you feel things you had always pushed aside because he was only ever your friend. You were scared of being nothing special to him all of these years, almost as much as not proving yourself. “Was it really your dream or theirs?” he asked in an attempt to give you any sort of clarity.

“It was all I wanted to make them proud.” Austin felt your body go limp in his grasp as you continued to let go of all of these complex emotions that had built up within you over the years. He stroked your hair lovingly, trying to contain his own feelings of remorse for not seeing what you had felt all of these years. He wished he were better for you.

“I’m proud of you,” he said grasping your chin between his thumb and forefinger so you would look into his eyes. 

“For what? I failed at the one thing I’ve been striving for,” you told him dumbstruck as to how he could mean what he just said. 

“But you tried, you tried hard, and that is enough. You are enough as you are, for me just you is enough,” he said putting meaning behind every word he was saying. You weren’t the only one with bottled up emotions over the years. Austin knew how he felt for you since the day you had met and as you grew older it only became more apparent. It killed him everyday as he knew his window of opportunity was closing on him until it became shut and locked. There was never a moment that felt right and it cursed him, made him think it was never right for him to love you. Watching you dig deeper into your hole of despair before his eyes did something to him. The box he had kept you love tucked away in, deep in his heart had opened. Every bone in his body ached to love you forever. “I love you, you know,” he said gently, wiping a tear from your eye. You felt your blood rise to the surface and your insides melt as you found yourself wishing it was in the way you’d always secretly wanted.

“I love you too, Austin,” you replied. It wasn’t the first time you two had exchanged those words. Of course it had only ever been in a surface level way of sharing your feelings platonically. 

Once you responded so easily Austin knew you didn’t understand what he meant. “No Y/N, I am in love with you,” he clarified. “God, I am so in love with you, I always have been. You are just this perfect girl and I’ve never found the right way to tell you. Just your smile and your laugh man, your laugh is everything. How you never give up on what you love, your passion to be great. You were always great to me, even better than great, extraordinary.” 

Your heartbeat became erratic as you pieced together what he was telling you. You placed your head on Austin’s chest listening to the rhythmic thumps, somehow in sync with yours and in that moment you knew that all your life you had been chasing the wrong thing. You had everything you needed all along and you were too caught up in your fantasies to see it. More tears escaped your eyes as you contemplated your mistakes, sitting with what could fix them. 

“I’m sorry I was too blinded by my useless ambition to know I loved you too.” You let yourself get lost in his eyes, the gleam of love being all that you’d ever hoped for from anyone. 

“Don’t apologize for being the you I’ve always cared for,” he said pressing his cheek against your head holding you closer than before. Your body swirled with a longing feeling for Austin you had learned to suppress over the years. 

“Thank you,” you said clinging to his arms that were wrapped around you. For the first time in your life, everything was finally okay. Lying in the boy’s arms at the lake you didn’t have to worry about what you’d been through or what was to come, but what you had in that moment. You had love and that was enough. You were enough.

[tokyokookmin]

I'm so glad to hear you're back here in tumblr. Its been quite long since you took your break from this platform. Of course you are also a human and you need a break sometimes but I really missed seeing those notifications on my phone saying "tokyokoomin just posted a post". I'm excited to know that you'll be posting regularly now. After all, you are our jikook queen, one of those people who entertained us throughout the covid period and would share with us about your favourite jikook moments etc. You remained unproblematic and you love to chat with us and reply to comment..... Making us feel really welcomed. I have been here since 2021, anyone else? Besides that... I enjoyed to read your top 10 or fav moments and you never neglected our feelings. You would always reply back and you're extremely friendly! You always gave us true news and confirmed culture related asks, you would share with about bits and pieces of Asian (being one yourself) culture and therefore i love your content very much. Welcome back our jikook Queen 😍💜. Looking forward for more posts!

-🦋Anon

Omg this ask melted my heart 🦋 Anon 😭😭♥️ you're the sweetest!!

I briefly took a break from the community in the second quarter of 2022 (I think I hit 1000 followers that time) as I needed to focus on myself and sort all my things out. I barely opened tumblr. I did sometimes but I wouldn't post anything. The break I took in 2022 was really good and I enjoyed it very much. I was silently active in the bts community. Just because I didn't post anything, doesn't mean I didn't know what was going on 🤣. Well last year was a roller-coaster for the bts armys and my personal life as well. So much happened lol!

I will post regularly now. Yes anon, more jikook moments posts are coming. Actually I'm in the midst of editing one moment ask so that will be out really soon!

I tend to post content which will able to produce a positive impact without any harm or malice in any possible way. I hope whatever I posted throughout the years managed to carve a smile on your lips 🥰💜

I would like to continue my Asian culture segment too! Its really fun to explain regarding our culture and what similarities Korean culture has with SEA culture! Be it food or traditions or sports, we are united! 💗

I really like to reply to all of your comments as well. I'm a social butterfly, I love to interact and discourse with people. All of your comments are certainly not ignored by me. It's my duty as a responsible Blogger/admin to reply and give my take on your thoughts about the topic I mention in my posts. Be it an emoji or a few sentences, I'll make sure to reply to all of you 🥰

As for my jikook posts, I'm really happy to know that some armys have actually turned into jikookers/ they support jikook from reading my posts alongside with a few other blogger posts. It's always nice to hear that your posts gives a positive impact on people's thinking and perspective of relationships and body language. I poured my heart out creating every single jikook posts. So yes, I really appreciate it when people compliment my posts and blog. A little support won't hurt, aren't I right? I love every single one of yall 🥰💜

I vividly remember opening my tumblr app during the day for a few hours to respond to yall and complete my drafts in 2021 😭. I only intended to write a few posts but I never knew I would be that committed to a blog lol 🤣.I met some really cool people through this community and yall are really sweet people. My moots too! They're amazing people and I absolutely love their content 💗.

I met a lot people here, even Korean jkkrs that spoke to me in the DM's and some of us are mutuals in twitter haha 😂💜. I'm glad I was able to establish a better and safer community here where we are gushing over our faves without being judged or anything. I really appreciate this platform to be honest 🥰

Any changes I noticed throughout the break?

As for jikook? Things never changed, they're still the same, same old glances, same old interactions, same old behaviour and body language ♥️. Yall are most welcomed to ask me jikook asks and contact me for any post recommendations! Bora💜💜!

Bts? That same old band I knew in 2018 are still the same. Never changed and never will, they're our humble Kings 💜💜

I have actually seen a few misconceptions about me in a few asks that I received recently. FYI (to all my new followers) I have been here since 2021 and I'm a jikook and BTS based blog. I post both jikook and bts related content. Just because I'm more leaned towards jikook in this blog, doesn't mean I can't post bts content.. I am a 0T7! I love bts with my whole heart and I will post regularly about bts members. Be it group posts, dynamic posts or bts solo career posts. All 7 of them are precious.

I miss all them but I hope we will embark on this new journey called Chapter two together 💜

I hope to be more active this year. Yes anon, your hype blogger is back and is ready to rock and roll!

I'm here to entertain y'all with lots of content this year! Psst... Currently, I'm working on my masterlist. Basically compiling all my content together and separating them into their folders. I hope to work faster on that and obviously more moment posts are coming. More posts of my perception of jikook moments, like the old days. I'm not going to engage in any hate posts anymore. I'm looking forward to make more of jikook moments and dynamics posts😉. Stay tuned guys 🥰

This blog is a safe place for 0T7 stans and jikook stans. Nothing else than that.

Also! We're close to hitting 1.5k followers! Thank you everyone for supporting this blog and sticking here with me! Your support is kindly appreciated. I never thought this would be possible but y'all disproved this perception of mine. The jikook Tumblr community is huge! Even though I was on a hiatus, my blog was still active. I gained 500 followers and received lots of love from y'all. It's remarkable, it really is.

🦋 Anon, I truly appreciate your love, your the sweetest! I just want to wrap you into a hug 😭💜

This whole post is a mess but it's a heartfelt one. I hope y'all enjoyed this little update from me. Hoping to make more meaningful memories here 💜🥰

Sincerely, tokyokookmin (that one Asian girl that expresses her love for bts and kookmin, doesn't really type in a bombastic way. Just a simple girl which types in simple terms. A STEM enthusiast) 💜

[iinryer]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @sibylsleaves while I was out of town so this is. several days late gjfhdhf but here u go :) (putting a strike through on qs that are n/a)

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How many works do you have on ao3?

11! technically 10 tho, one is just a transcript from a different project that i was a co-author on

What's your total ao3 word count?

97,912

What fandoms do you write for?

911 and lone star rn!

Top five fics by kudos:

869, where my armor ends

854, meet me where the tide comes in

721, under fire, in arm’s reach

504, feels so real, must be fake

456, just a coupla bogeys

absolutely mind boggled that “feels so real, must be fake” broke top five when i posted it like a week ago and the other four are all like. 1-2 years old gjfhdhf

Do you respond to comments?

yes!! I always endeavor to, even if it’s a few months late lol, my general practice is if you spend time writing me smth i will always spend time writing you back!!! I’ve gotten such lovely thoughtful replies and i always want to give that effort back to commenters 💗💗

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oohhh… I’ve done a few ambiguous endings but i tend to leave things pretty hopeful!! the closest i have to an angst ending is probably still the only thing, everything!

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think I’d have to give that to just a coupla bogeys, mostly just by virtue of it being a silly fic to begin with lol

Do you get hate on fics?

Do you write smut?

i have in the past! only one posted tho

Craziest crossover:

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

All time favorite ship?

i am living in the world of buck and eddie but you all know nancy and marjan are always my darlings

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don’t want to say I doubt I’ll finish it bc that feels like a jinx, but the failed threesome fic has been my white whale for literal years at this point…. I WANT TO FINISH HER!!

What are your writing strengths?

uhhhh probably like, the tiny moments… like getting into the intimate details of a scene or interaction or emotion. I get a little purple prose-y sometimes but i like it :)

What are your writing weaknesses?

it takes me an inordinate amount of brain power to write passing time in a way that makes sense gjfhdhf so many of my fics are super contained so I don’t have to worry abt it but with longer ones that span across more time, I always agonize over pacing 😵‍💫

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

very cool! im not proficient enough in any of the ones I’ve learned to do it confidently tho lol

First fandom you wrote in?

an extremely niche webshow <3

Favorite fic you've written?

marjanfic for SURE, in uncertain terms you are still a wip but you will always be famous To Me

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tagging @gayeddieagenda @try-set-me-on-fire @eddiediazes

[skzdarlings]

Hey darling :D

I haven't sent my usual play-by-play rants this time XD That chapter was to be digested in silence fr🧘‍♀️

A 10k word count is no joke so firstly, thank you for deciding to share this story with the fam <3 I can't wrap my head around the fact that there was supposed to be more, but you opted to make it a different chapter

So, dearest darling, I just wanted to say:

Each fic you do, the thing I find most exciting is the creative ways you dodge using 'y/n'. Let me tell you, I live for it. Like with the bodyguard au you decide to describe how he talks to mc instead of just simply slapping 'y/n' onto the sentence and calling it a day... and that just does it for me.

For this specific chapter I love how you used Jisung's and Hyunie's characters. Han starting the chapter literally made me go :( Partially bc he doesn't know his besties sleep in the same bed and have been doing so for the past 4 years. I wonder if they ever tell him...

With Hyunjin, ugh the character developed queen you are. Especially the part where mc is making sure he eats that cupcake ("You eat! You eat!"~Han Jisung) Tbh this chapter is so angsty bc yet again I go 😔 Sure, mc's life is basically hell but she has Felix... Who does Hyunjin have? :(((( I'm worried about him, does he have anyone he can rely on? :(

I audibly yelled when Felix caught mc with her hand in her pants 💀💀💀💀💀💀 I CACKLED! It was so funny to me like why couldn't a homegirl think of doing it under the covers😭😭??? Or in another bathroom of that humongous house

This brings me to the humanness of the chapter. A moment of silence for your ever-impeccable use of imagery🙇‍♀️ They're just kids. They really are just a boy and a girl at the end of the day. When Felix leaned over to peck her forehead I genuinely stopped reading for a second. The way he handles her so gently (most of the time hehe), coupled with the way she was counting the seconds.... Like darling be fr😭 How will I ever move on from this fic? I loved every description of how she clung to him because she didn't really know how else to deal with what she's feeling. And for heaven's sake Felix, KISS HER ALREADY! I love how I'm saying this knowing he can't. Ooh which reminds me, i loved the part where you said that crossing that line would have to be intentional. No not-so-accidental hanky panky here hah. For all the cliches that are allowed to slide in fanfiction, I once again love how you simply refuse to be ordinary.

Lastly, onto the smut hehe ;) The tension was everything to me. The build up was superb. All the times he rushed to the bathroom 😭😭✋ My favourite part was when he asked mc if Hyunjin had kissed her. I know that part wasn't steamy but if I was mc that would have told me all I need to know ✋ Anyways, you ate up every fic and it's author's pet with that mutual mast******** I would've physically died. The way you described everything fbdhgfjfjtjidbm

Separate sub-point for this bc the way SHE PUT HER HAND IN HIS MOUTH

🕳️🤸‍♀️💨

Hands were everything in this fic. And the way neither of them could finish without having physical contact with each other.

PLEASE SEND AN AMBULANCE

P.s: the way all it took was a 'shh' from him. That was personal. I felt targeted.

Ok, the end😂 These asks always end up being so long no matter how hard I try😔❤️

😭😭😭😭😭😭 this message is amazing, i so appreciate the time you take to write such amazing commentary!! it absolutely makes my day, you have nooo idea! 💗💗💗💗 i feel like i am so bad at replying to comments and just keep saying thank you hahaha but truly thank you thank you. those things you touched on were highlights for me when writing and i love to see what most jumps out at people too as readers. also hehe yes 🤭 the hand in the mouth was A Moment

thank you so so much again. comments like this really get me excited to write more 😊💗💗

[becca-alexa]

Ride the Lightning

Chapter Nine: Cries in the Night

Read on AO3!

01 ┋ 02 ┋ 03 ┋ 04 ┋ 05 ┋ 06 ┋ 07 ┋ 08 ┋ 09 ┋ 10 ┋ 11 ┋ 12 ┋ 13

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Original Female Character

Summary: Veronica has a terrible day at school! Will Eddie be able to help her?

Word Count: 3.2K

Content Warnings: [N/A]

Author's Note: god chapter nine is FINALLY HERE <333 hope you like it!! comments are always appreciated!

and thank you 1000x to @rollforhellfire for reading this and for being such an amazing person i appreciate you so much 😫💗

    The crisp winter air blew in through the open window, gauzy curtains swaying with the gentle breeze. Veronica sat at her vanity, legs crossed daintily beneath her cotton-pleated skirt as she hummed along to Stacy Q’s Two of Hearts, all while debating between which hue of ribbon she'd use to tie off her braids - should she pick from her usual gamut of pastels or a deep, velvety red? A shy smile stretched across her strawberry-glossed lips at the image that particular color evoked - rather, the person - and she couldn't help but pull the salacious pair of silken ribbons from their place in her jewelry box, tying off the ends of her lengthy braids and decidedly packing away her decision to wear them somewhere deep within the recesses of her mind.

    Leaning toward the round vanity mirror, Veronica swiped a glittery eyeshadow over her lids, swabbed on her mascara, even going so far as to apply a dusting of blush - and it was at that moment that she'd noticed it.

    Her hand swiped over her collarbone, trembling as it passed over the bare skin, her face blanching paler than snow.

    Her necklace.

    Where was her necklace?

    “N-No, no, no- Shit!” Veronica hissed, lifting the things set neatly atop the vanity, scrambling them about, knocking over a bottle of perfume in her desperation; twisting around, she all but tore apart her already-made bed, pulled pillows from their cases, sheets from their corners, stuffed animals sent flying across the room. She looked in her bedside drawer, beneath her dresser, inside of her closet - and by the time she'd exhausted every possible nook and cranny, her bedroom left in a state of absolute chaos, she felt her stomach wrench at having found nothing, and she bit her lip to keep it from quivering, her vision blurring with tears as she tried to keep herself calm. Maybe she’d taken it off in the shower-

    The shrill alarm on her watch began to sound, the noise jarring, making her grind her teeth in irritation, her head shaking as she tried to remember which button turned it off.

    Her hand stilled over the watch face, her mouth going cotton-dry with unsuppressed panic.

    The time read 9:23 A.M. - she was late for class.

    Shouting a string of expletives lurid enough to make even the worst of sailors blush, Veronica scrambled down the stairs, out the front door, grabbing her bicycle and riding like the wind until the dull brick walls of Hawkins High School fell into view, her braids thrashing behind her. Not bothering to lock her bicycle, she nearly pelted the thing against the metal rack as she ran through the heavy double-doors, ignoring the shouts of a hall monitor as she prayed that Mrs. O’Donnell was in a good mood.

    “How swell that you’ve decided to join us today, Miss Windsor!” Veronica cringed at the woman’s blatant sarcasm, her face flushing with embarrassment, eyes downcast as she tried to make her way to her desk. “Just a minute, young lady!”

    She could feel everyone’s gazes fall to her, watching with rapt attention as she was finally at the receiving end of one of Mrs. O’Donnell’s famed tirades. “Is this going to become a habit of yours? Barging into my classroom half an hour late?”

    Veronica shook her head, lip caught between her teeth as she tried to swallow against the tightness in her throat, the whispers of the other students doing nothing to calm her frazzled nerves. “N-No, ma’am, it won’t-”

    “I would hope not!” Mrs. O’Donnell slammed her ruler against her desk, powdered face flushed to the roots of her grizzled hair. “I certainly expect better from you, Miss Windsor!”

    Veronica felt her eyes swell, mouth pressed into a tight line as she nodded again, weaker, her shoulders falling in shame as she tried to find her desk through the blur of her unshed tears, her bag pulled tightly to her side.

    Looking up for but a moment, she locked sights with Eddie, his look of unfiltered concern like a knife to her heart; from the tightness in his shoulders, the way he’d been clenching his jaw, she just knew he was going to say something that would certainly land him a suspension, and she gave him the smallest shake of her head before she’d sat down, pulling out her pen and notebook as she buried herself in the safety of its pages.

    With the ringing of the bell, she was out the door before anyone could even think to speak to her, Eddie watching her scurry away with a gnawing tightness in his chest - what happened?

    It was as though Mrs. O’Donnell’s class had been a litmus test of horrors for the rest of Veronica’s day. In gym class, she’d gotten thrown to the ground by an overzealous kickball player, her glasses knocked off and subsequently crushed underfoot by half the opposing team, the plastic frame left in smithereens. She’d missed her lunch period after having been roped into decorating the library for a children’s reading event with the elementary school; apparently, she’d been volunteered without her knowledge, the teacher who’d given her name having simply assumed she’d be willing to help. In her arts class, she’d been doused in muddy paint water after someone clumsily knocked their cup over onto her blouse, and she’d spent the rest of the class trying to salvage her clothes, leaving her with an unfinished assignment - and a failing grade for the day. By the time the final bell echoed through the halls, Veronica was well beyond the end of her rope - she had no rope left.

    She shuffled through the writhing throngs of students as quickly as she could, her head hung low, lip caught between her teeth as she reminded herself to keep walking, to press forward, to breathe. Turning a corner, she grimaced as she felt a wallop of a headache settle itself behind her eyes - another drop in the bucket of what has proven itself to be one of the most miserable days of her life. She let out a trembling breath, bag clenched tightly to her chest as she rounded a corner, only to be nearly knocked to the ground by… Eddie?

    Veronica felt her stomach plummet at the sight of him, at the way his grip gentled around her arm, having caught her before she’d fallen; his eyes melted as they bore into hers - she felt seen, the way he was looking at her, and his worry for her only brought her that much closer toward the edge of her mounting emotions.

    Having felt the way she’d trembled in his grasp, Eddie led her into the first empty classroom he could find, shutting the door behind them. “Veronica, what’s going on?”

    She shook her head, unkempt braids swaying around her waist; she hadn’t even noticed she’d lost a ribbon. “N-Nothing-”

    “Bullshit. What’s wrong?” She flinched at the harshness of his tone, gaze flickering around the room - to anywhere but him. She took in a trembling breath, rubbing at her eyes with the heels of her fists, only to pull them away and find them smudged black.

    The mascara. She’d smudged her mascara.

    Veronica snapped.

    “I have had the worst day of my life!” she screamed, the volume of her voice surprising even Eddie, leaving him wide-eyed as he watched her collapse. “Mrs. O’Donnell humiliated me in front of the class for being late! Once! When the Hell am I ever late to her stupid class? Then, somebody broke my glasses-”

    “What- How’d they do that?”

    “They knocked me over in gym and half the Goddamn team trampled it!” Her hands moved about wildly as she spoke, pulling at her braids, her voice already beginning to crack. “I’m starving because somebody else volunteered me to help decorate the library during lunch and forgot to say anything. My blouse’s ruined because some idiot spilled paint water all over me, and Mr. Kennedy failed me for the day because I spent too much time trying to clean it off and didn’t get to finish my work! I’m tired, I have a headache, my makeup is ruined, I lost my necklace and I just want to go home…!”

    By the time she’d finished, she was breathless - her face was splotched vivid with color, eyes rimmed red from the burn of unshed tears, fists visibly shaking at her sides as she looked at him. And Eddie nodded, understanding, silent as he picked up the bag that had slipped from her shoulder somewhere during her explosive outpouring, his hand gentle as he settled it at the small of her back, his touch warm in a way that made her chest flutter.

    “C’mon, I’ll take you.” His voice was quiet yet firm, soft yet certain, and it took all of what was left of her frayed sense of self to keep from sobbing in his arms. With a nod, she’d let him lead her outside, the halls now empty, their footsteps echoing atop the scuffed linoleum as they left the building. She’d climbed into the passenger side of his van, arms wrapping around her still-damp chest, eyes falling shut as she leaned her head against the window, waiting as he loaded her bicycle into the back. 

    The ride was silent - something she’d been grateful for, as her headache had worsened, moving to the front of her forehead, clear and throbbing. She’d kept her eyes closed; it was for the best, as she didn’t think she’d be able to handle the sympathetic looks Eddie was surely casting her way - and he was, his lip gnawed between his teeth to the point of soreness as he stole yet another glance at her, wishing he could just hold her-

    “Hey, we’re here.” Eddie said, almost whispered, mindful of the volume of his voice. He watched as she looked outside, brows tight with confusion as she stared at her house across the street, making no effort to leave his van.

    She shook her head, lip trembling as her gaze fell to her knees, hands twisting to the point of soreness atop her lap. “I-I didn’t… This wasn’t what- I thought, I-I mean-” She flushed crimson, and Eddie knew she was working herself up into a miserable fit of tears; reaching across the center console - so close yet still a chasm between them - he laid his hand atop her shoulder, squeezed, urging that she look at him.

    “Breathe, sweetheart.” he said, his gaze piercing hers, his tone more serious than anything she’d ever heard from the metalhead. “It’s alright.”

    Veronica nodded at his words, and took in as deep, as slow a breath as she could; her nails left pale crescents in her palms as she slowly exhaled, her voice weak as she admitted, “When I said I wanted to go home, this wasn’t…” She shook her head, her self-deprecating smile tight like the iron grip she held around Eddie’s cynical heart. “This wasn’t what I was thinking of.”

    Without a word, Eddie pulled back onto the road and drove them to his trailer.

    Wayne was on his feet the instant Veronica had walked through his front door, Eddie shuffling in close behind her, his face of unbridled concern - much like that of his nephew - crushing her, tearing at her, gnawing away at her heart. The look the two men exchanged wasn’t lost on her, and she pulled away from Eddie as though she’d been burned, her mumbled excuse of having to wash off her makeup barely heard over the slamming of the bathroom door.

    “Son, what the Hell happened to her?” Wayne asked, demanded, his voice gruff in a protective, fatherly sort of way.

    Eddie shook his head in response, dragged a heavy hand through his tangled mop of curls. “She… uh… She had a shit day at school.”

    The older man huffed, his thick brows dropping, furrowed in disbelief. “That wasn’t-”

    “A really shit day.”

    Wayne let out a slow, controlled breath, his hand coming up to pinch the crease between his eyes; the pair stood in silence, listening to the muffled sound of running water coming from down the hallway. “What happened?” he asked, and Eddie gave him a condensed version of what Veronica had told him, the older man’s face falling into a deep, wrinkled frown.

    “Somebody stepped on her glasses,” Eddie said, hands shoved into his pockets as he shifted from one foot to the other. “And she lost her necklace-”

    “Necklace?” Wayne seemed to perk up at the word, eyes wide and blinking. “She say where she lose it?”

    “No, I-I don’t think so? Why?” Eddie replied, giving his uncle an odd sort of look, watching curiously as the man pulled his work jacket off its peg near the door, slipping the worn thing on and pulling something from the breast pocket.

    “Found this out in the mud by the cars.” Wayne handed his nephew the delicate-looking chain, the silver caked over in dried dirt and road muck. “Looked expensive. Figured it was somebody’s.”

    Eddie recognized it in an instant, even in the state that it was. With a grin of relief, he took the necklace from his outstretched hand, seeing him off before rushing into the kitchen, nearly scalding his hands as he tried to scrub off as much of the filth as he could. He heard the water from the bathroom shut off, followed by the creaking of the door, the soft treading of footsteps over compacted carpeting.

    “Eddie…?”

    Her eyes were puffy, he noted, her nose red. Still, she didn’t look so… miserable - that was a good thing, right? “Sit down, sweetheart. Let me get you somethin’ to eat.”

    Veronica shook her head. “I’m not-” she’d tried to say, only to flush crimson as her stomach decided to make itself known, the growling filling the silence between them; she slunk into her seat, hands pressed over her burning face to hide her embarrassment, and Eddie didn’t bother trying to contain his smile as he put a few TV dinners into the microwave for them to eat - a welcome upgrade from their usual pizza rolls.

    As the low hum of the machine buzzed through the room, Eddie leaned onto the counter - opposite of Veronica - watching her downcast face for a moment before holding out his hand, eyes trained on her face, catching every flicker of emotion.

    It was her necklace.

    Her eyes welled with tears to the point of overflow, her breathing stuttered and hitched; she shook her head with a laugh, scrubbing at her eyes. “I can’t believe- How did you…?”

    “Dad found it outside.” He placed the thing in her hand; she traced her finger over the pendant almost reverently, lip quivering, tears streaking freely down her face, the droplets falling onto the counter with a soft plink, plink, plink. “Veronica-”

    “This was my mother’s, I… I was so scared I’d lost it…” She didn’t bother wiping at her face, her smile of relief filling Eddie with the most confusing slew of emotions he’d ever experienced.

    “Your mother’s?” he asked, more than a bit confused. “So it’s Lorraine’s?”

    Veronica swallowed, lifting her head to look at him. “Lorraine’s not my mother.” At his stunned look, she cleared her throat, hands wiping roughly across blushed cheeks. “Lorraine is my stepmother.” As she spoke, Eddie moved to take the seat beside her, giving her his undivided attention - she couldn’t tell whether or not she even wanted it. “My… My birth mom died when I was seven. That necklace is the last thing I have of hers. My dad, he…” She laughed again, this time cold and cutting, and Eddie felt himself shiver at the sound of it. “After she died, he pawned off whatever he could and tossed the rest. He didn’t know about the necklace.”

    Eddie was nearly overcome with the urge to pull her into his arms, but he held himself back, his fists tensed knuckle-white atop his thighs. “Sweetheart…”

    “He married Lorraine two months later.” She leaned over the counter, head resting atop her bent arm, her gaze unfocused as she continued, “I love her - I really do. I couldn’t have asked for a better stepmom, but…”

    Eddie nodded, his tense look of concern melting into one of understanding, of sympathy - if anyone knew what it was like to have a gremlin for a father, it was him. “You still miss her.”

    Her gaze fell back to the counter as she wiped at her face, tears refusing to cease. “I know it’s just a dumb necklace-”

    Without a moment’s hesitation, he’d grabbed her hand, enveloped it in his, his touch warm and comforting against the clammy chill of her own. “It’s not - believe me, I’d give anything to have something like that from my mom.”

    Her breath caught, verdant eyes wide as she turned to look at him, the hand in his own finally beginning to warm. “Eddie…”

    “I was ten with mine.” He grinned as he spoke - he’d had a decade to process, to heal from the wounds no child deserved to bear. It didn’t hurt to speak of her anymore, not in the way it used to. “And my dad wasn’t exactly the… parental type.” His smile broadened, shone, and it made Veronica feel less… alone, even if only just a smidge. “Most kids did sports with their dad, mine taught me how to hotwire cars and pick ‘em for parts. Didn’t make it a year before Wayne got me.”

    He stared at her, watching how the vibrant spots of red slowly faded from her cheeks, how her eyes finally began to dry; the hands holding hers squeezed, his thumb soft as it ran circles over her skin. He ducked his head in toward her, close enough he could feel the gentle fan of her breath on his face - and his voice dripped with warmth as he said, “That necklace isn’t dumb, Veronica. It matters because it’s important to you.”

    The microwave beeped, the sound scaring them both, and they collapsed into fits of laughter as Eddie moved back around the counter, burning the tips of his calloused fingers as he pulled the cling film from their meals, tossing it in the trash can they'd kept underneath one of the cabinets.

    "Eds?"

    He popped his head up from below the counter, doe eyes wide, his pulse thrumming in his throat, the telltale sign of a blush working its way up his neck, over his ears. "Yeah?"

    Veronica's smile was small by definition, hesitant, shy, yet Eddie swore it nearly sent his still-beating heart tearing, careening through his chest.

    Her eyes welled with tears as he moved back to her side, setting down their meals. She took his hand, traced her fingers over his heavy rings, quiet for a moment as she collected her thoughts; meeting his eyes, her voice was quiet, nearly at a whisper as she said, "Thank you."

    And if they sat a bit closer together, smiled a bit wider, brushed shoulders a few times too many, neither said a word about it.

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[shivunin]

For the character impression ask game: Oghren, and also Alistair 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

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Hello and thank you for asking!!

I hope you have a lovely day as well 💗

(Character Ask thing)

Alistair

First impression: I had a vague idea of who he is by the time I played Origins (I played Origins last), but my first impression was something like, "Aww he's just a funny lil guy."

Impression now: I don't think the first impression was inaccurate, but I do think he does a really good job of playing dumb (and I definitely bought it at first). I think it (and the joking) are a defense mechanism that worked well in templar training, so he's carried on doing it. He likes to be underestimated (especially when he does not want to be in charge!) and jokes are only one way he manages others' perceptions of him. It makes me extremely sad to think about how he's been searching for a family all his life, thinks he's found it in the Grey Wardens, and then loses it utterly.

Favorite moment: I really like the conversation that goes with his mother's medallion. Also the eulogy he gives if the HoF dies (I uh...played a Cousland once, they got engaged, and then she died 😬) but it's a really lovely speech.

Idea for a story: I have a loose outline for it, but I have plans for rewriting/writing around the hardening conversation (because I don't think it should happen in just one conversation). I think telling him to stand up for himself shouldn't sound like "get ahold of yourself." Also he and Wen going into the fight with Loghain, which is a scene I've been fiddling with for a while.

Unpopular opinion: If not for Inquisition, I would let him be a Warden. I think he'd be happier. Despite my dislike of Anora, she is a competent ruler. Alistair could absolutely be good at it, too, but I think life with the Wardens would be less isolating.

Favorite relationship: I mean! Wen and Alistair for life. Their friendship means so much to me. But as far as canon dynamics go, I like he and Zev a lot.

Favorite headcanon: I do not believe that Alistair is straight or cis. Not a very detailed headcanon, but there it is.

Oh, also, I like to pretend that he and Fiona get to meet eventually. In my head, that has happened. He deserves to know at least one family member and why their role in his life went down the way it did

Oghren

First impression: Oh cool, dwarf companion! Now I can finally get rid of all this booze I've been carrying for the whole game.

Impression now: Ahh man. Oghren. Could've been such a cool character. Could've supported the themes about being used up and discarded by people in power when you are no longer useful. Unfortunately, the constant sexual harassment is so off-putting that I cannot see past it. I think he's really interesting in theory, but like...his writers were on some nonsense when they put together his dialogue.

Also...the fact that without the gifts in the DLC packs, the only way you can befriend the alcoholic is to give him alcohol...doesn't feel great.

Favorite moment: I think his introduction in the Awakenings DLC is really funny

Idea for a story: Errr well! Wen almost kills him once. On account of the sexual harassment (and the fact that the particular brand of comments he makes really strongly remind her of Vaughan). Also her looming out of the corner of his eye whenever he's running late to visit his kid. He will be a good father or he will pay the price, and that is a threat.

Unpopular opinion: Idk! I think he is definitely a product of his time, so to speak, and the "edgy" tone they were going for accommodated this particular type of toxic masculinity. It's a shame, because I think a frank discussion of addiction and rehabilitation would have been really impactful, but...what can you do?

Favorite relationship: Having just read all of his dialogue with every companion, I am going to have to go with Shale. I think they have some interesting conversations about golems and dwarves.

Favorite headcanon: That he gets clean sometime in the course of Awakening and pulls it together for his family.

[tarotwitchy]

hi! submitting for the free reading! (Tysm for doing this, this question 2/3 - if you choose to do more you absolutely don’t have to)

What does my life look like post graduation?

Thanks again! I hope you have the most wonderful day/night!!! 💗💗💗

Thank you so much for your patience! 🪷 🤍 I highly appreciate your participation in my game. I couldn't see the first and third question you submitted, so this is the only one I'm going to answer. Tumblr must've eaten your asks, sorry.

— 6 of Cups | 5 of Swords | 3 of Pentacles

The combination of these cards is honestly in your favor, if I do say so myself. I think... if you're still in school or currently studying, now might be the best time to create connections with people who have your best interest at heart. Networking is really important for anyone post-graduation. It's something I wish someone told me because really, as much as we think we could make it out in the world on our own, it's easier said than done. Motivation will eventually run out from your system once you're hit with rejection after rejection, or seemingly never-ending roadblocks. The 3 of Pentacles is suggesting that it will be in your best interest to create meaningful partnerships with likeminded people. But beware. The 5 of Swords is giving you caution against misplaced ambition. Lots of people can sabotage you and your goals while wearing a smile on their faces.

Your post-graduate life looks promising, as long as you do the work now. Fill that resume up with meaningful experiences. If you don't have that much experience, now's the perfect moment to sign up for classes that give certifications, or join assemblies, and be in places that mean a lot to you. That will direct you in the proper way. Once you do your part, everything else will follow. You'll do alright. Don't worry about it. 😌

I hope you liked this reading! Don't forget to like or reblog this reading so I would know you saw it already. ⭐️ Feedback in the comment section would be highly appreciated!

[blackacre13]

17 and 18 for the writer asks 💗

17. What's the best engagement/interaction/feedback you've received from someone who has read your work?

Well, all of these prompt requests legitimately blossomed out of the Touch prompt asks I posted randomly one day about a year and some change ago, and that has been the most amazing engagement ever. I rarely wrote anything on Tumblr and now have this incredible following of the sweetest most appreciative people ever who are always so grateful and celebratory and it warms my heart and makes me so happy.

Alsooooooo a super super bonus to @ktaird who basically volunteered to save my life. What started as a simple outreach over to help organize became her being the most amazing behind-the-scenes blackacre organizer/savior extraordinaire (like seriously can find my own prompts better than I can, keeps everyones requests beautifully organized, keeps me sane) and has blossomed into the best friendship and reading buddy and writing confidant/everything. (AND WE GET TO MEET IN PERSON IN JUST A MATTER OF DAYS) So that has been so life-changing and amazing and would not have happened without O8. Also lovely lovely people like yourself @seaoflittlefires and so many others who comment on like every single post and fangirl over it and it's just crazy to me and makes me so happy and inspired to keep going!

18. Do you only write when you're inspired, or do you try and sit down at specific times and write no matter what?

Ugh. It's honestly a hodge podge kind of deal and I need to get my shit together. When it comes to prompts, I used to try and stay a few prompts ahead and would write between 2-4 a day and keep a running queue like a handful of prompts ahead and keep up that frequency of a couple/a few a day normally on my lunch break, after I got off from work and then later on in the evening. I also keep the prompts on my notes app on my phone for free random moments of inspiration or boredom. But that's purely for Tumblr prompts and unfortunately varies/is less frequent with my current job (I absolutely 10000% love my job but projects ebb and flow and some weeks leave more free time/catch-up time than others).

For Ao3, I used to be really good about making Saturday an update day and sticking to once a week updates, but that varies more based on inspiration.

To make a long story still long, prompts I try to write no matter what, but will jump around if one isn't quite clicking but for individual writing and even ao3 ideas, it definitely varies more and takes a specific inspiration or mood and I never know quite when it'll strike.

deep fic writer asks

[copiousloverofcopia]

For fun let's do this as an anon 😉

You are one of the kindest and gentlest souls I've ever met. You exude love, acceptance and a protective Mama bear energy to those around you. Your kindness and support for the artists and authors in this Fandom brings so much positivity to our dashes. Keep being you Prime Mover Queen. Much love to you! 💗

I have decided not to do any more of these asks without an extensive water supply as my crying has reached some very disturbing levels 😭

Actually, I cannot thank all of you for such wonderful comments and support. Like seriously I don't think I've ever gotten this level of compliments in my entire life. Not to say that I don't get it from the people IRL...I absolutely do thanks Hubby 💗 and ghesties, but like the kindness of you all to go and take a moment out of your day to tell me these things makes my heart ache in the best way 😭