#it has been circulating in my brain for two days now I love it

[wren-kitchens]

watching turning red whilst writing fanfiction about @stiffyck’s red panda!scar is probably the peak of my fanfic author career

[lecsainz]

main thing

request: charles + a famous actress who is about 2 years older than charles and has a daughter from another relationship, but the biological father is not in the picture (or he is an idiot)

pairings: charles leclerc x actress!reader

authors note: man, it took me almost two days to write this, ugh! hate getting that writer's block in the middle of something I start. I was like, "come on brain, why you gotta do me like that?" but nah, it wouldn't cooperate. so frustrating!

✩. . . masterlist !

PART TWO

Age Gap Romance Takes a Dark Turn, Leaving Y/N Struggling with Broken Heart and Baby Daughter

By TMZ Entertainment News

Hollywood's buzzing with the latest shocking breakup, and this time it involves rising starlet Y/N Y/L/N and her much older ex-boyfriend, a prominent music mogul. As the dust settles, insiders reveal that the split was anything but amicable, leaving the 28-year-old actress devastated and facing heartache alone with their baby daughter, Sophie.

Sources close to the couple paint a picture of a once fairy-tale romance that crumbled under the weight of immense pressures and a significant age gap. Y/N and her ex, whose name we won't disclose for legal reasons, initially captured the public's attention with their whirlwind love affair.

Despite the initial bliss, the relationship quickly took a tumultuous turn, with the insider sharing, "It was a rollercoaster from the beginning. The age difference played a big role in their clashes, but Y/N was deeply in love and believed they could make it work."

However, cracks in their love story started to show, and rumors of disagreements and heated arguments circulated throughout Tinseltown. Our sources indicate that the final straw came when the music mogul reportedly abandoned Y/N and their infant daughter, Sophie, leaving her shattered and blindsided.

"It was like he flipped a switch," another insider revealed. "He just walked away, leaving Y/N and Sophie to pick up the pieces. It was a shock to everyone, even those closest to them."

The breakup was described as "dramatic and emotional," with Y/N left grappling with the aftermath of his sudden departure while caring for her baby daughter. Friends of the actress confirm that she's going through an incredibly tough time, trying to navigate single motherhood while nursing a broken heart.

"It's heartbreaking to see Y/N going through this," said one close friend. "She's a strong woman, but this has taken a toll on her. Sophie is her world, and she's solely focused on being the best mom she can be for her daughter."

As for the music mogul's actions, sources claim that he has shown little remorse for the way things ended. "He's been dismissive and unapologetic," one industry insider revealed. "It's like he's moved on without a second thought, leaving Y/N to pick up the pieces."

For now, Y/N is surrounding herself with a support system of friends and family, relying on their love and encouragement during this challenging time. Hollywood is buzzing with the news of the breakup, and fans around the world are sending messages of love and strength to the young actress.

As this Hollywood drama unfolds, the world will be watching to see how Y/N navigates her way through heartbreak and single motherhood. We'll continue to bring you the latest updates on this gripping story, so stay tuned for more.

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ynupdates sun, sand, and summer vibes with yourinstagram and the girls! beach day in monaco is lit! no room for negativity here – just good times, laughter, and making memories with our faves y/n and selenagomez! and of course, little sophie is the cutest beach babe ever!

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f1addiction CHARLES WHAT YOU DOING HERE??

ynmoves my girl looks so happy 😁

ylngomez i LOVE this friendship

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Heatwave

Hiromi Higuruma x Reader SMUT, 18+ only, MDNI ao3

The power is out in your apartment, a record heatwave has been raging for three days. You're hot, you're exhausted, you're miserable. Your husband has the perfect plan to help you sleep.

This was inspired by the other night when my power went out and I was miserable sweating in bed and wasn’t the nicest to my partner, sorry baby, I love you. Thanks for understanding. <3 enjoy y’all.

It was hot. Too fucking hot. Skin meltingly hot. Brain boiling-ly hot. The heatwave had been going on for two days already, and previously it had been a nuisance that you could escape from in the chill of your air conditioned apartment. But this evening the power went out, plunging the small two bedroom into not only darkness, but slowly rising heat that was now becoming unbearable.

It was past midnight, the window in your and Hiromi’s bedroom was open, allowing some air to circulate, but did next to nothing to mitigate the heat. You couldn’t sleep if you wanted to, you had kicked off the covers, leaving your body exposed, you had forgone pajamas and desperately craved the icy blow of your bedroom fan, sitting impotently at your bedside. Your husband, Hiromi, was asleep next to you, or you assumed he was asleep. He hadn’t been moving, he was turned on his side, facing away from you. He too, had opted to sleep naked, the heat bothering him just as much. You were so envious of him right now, all you wanted to do was sleep. You had to work in a few hours, and you knew the longer you were up sweating, the more irritable you would be tomorrow. You huffed in frustration, feeling angry tears stinging your eyes. You just wanted to sleep.

“Still awake?” Hiromi’s sleep-thickened voice erased the silence of the bedroom.

“Yes.” You hissed miserably, turning your head to face him as he rolled over to lay on his other side toward you.

The covers were bunched around his legs, one of his long legs above the comforter, one tucked underneath. He was sweating too, his tan skin glistening in the faint moonbeams that streaked through the bedroom window. He looked like he was shimmering, small droplets of sweat peppering every inch of him. You looked at his sleepy eyes, focused closely on you in the dark. His heart ached seeing your brows furrowed and your frowning lips. His large, wiry hand touched your cheek lightly, his fingertips cool against your skin. For once his poor circulation was coming in handy.

“My love…” his tone was apologetic, as though he had turned off the power himself, and imposed this misery upon you.

Hiromi’s cold fingers felt so nice against your flushed cheek, a moan slipped through your lips, coaxing a smile from him. He trailed his fingertips down your cheek bone and across your lips, the feverish heat of your body soon robbing his fingers of their chill. You once again were too hot and too sweaty, altogether too uncomfortable to sleep.

You sat up frustrated, burying your head in your hands, finishing your hair wet with sweat. Hiromi sat up scooted closer to you, he wanted desperately to hold you, cuddle you back to sleep and help you rest. But he knew touching you would only make you both hotter so he opted to rest against one of his arms and watch you closely.

“Maybe I should just get in the shower, it’ll cool me off for a little while.” You mumbled into your knees, already dreading the idea of showing in the pitch dark of your bathroom.

You had no window in the bathroom so even the moonlight couldn’t penetrate that darkness. You weren’t afraid of the dark, no one liked the dark. Especially not being naked and vulnerable in the dark. This sparked an idea in Higuruma’s mind. He slipped out of bed, standing to his full height, and sliding on his discarded boxer shorts from the previous day. He crossed around the bed and kissed your forehead.

“One second.” His voice was giddy with excitement as he padded through the dark into the kitchen.

You could hear the opening and shutting of the refrigerator, some cupboards, followed by the sound of Hiromi giggling to himself. How he could manage to be so happy while you were so miserable, you had no idea, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be upset with him. He was usually so serious, so sullen and focused all the time from overwork and his own battle with depression. Whatever he was up to was clearly bringing out the smiley and excitable man you had fallen in love with.

“Close your eyes,” his voice came from the otherside of the bedroom door, you obliged.

You felt him approach you, feeling the energy of his body closing in on yours. You couldn’t fight the smile on your lips as he stopped in front of you, you wanted to reach out and hold onto his hips in anticipation. But before you could move, you felt something against your mouth, gloriously cold, so perfectly, soothingly numbing that you gasped. Your eyes snapped open to see Higuruma kneeling before you, a bowl of ice resting next to him. He was sliding one ice cube against your bottom lip, cool water dripping down your chin as it melted.

“Oh Hiro…” you mewled out, grateful tears picking at your eyes, full and wet looking at him with so much love.

“Let me help you cool down, love. Lay back,” he leaned over you, standing again, encouraging you to lie on your back.

You let your back hit the sheets, already feeling some relief from the ice cube he slid down your neck. Goosebumps appeared in their wake, he was hypnotized by watching you change. Watching the ice melt so quickly against your burning skin, watching you release the tension that had been building since the heatwave began. Once the cube in his hand had melted completely, he splayed his icy, wet fingers on your stomach, opting to get the next cube with his mouth, using you for support to lean down. Grabbing the ice between his teeth he started lower this time, dragging it up your shin, water dripping down your calf muscle as he did. Contented moans slipped from your lips as you watched him. Your hands found his hair, expressing your gratitude with your nails against his scalp.

“Hiromi,” you cooed down to him, “ thank you, thank you.”

He was feeling pretty pleased with himself, pulling such beautiful praises from you with his little improvisation. The ice in his mouth was near melting and he sucked it in quickly, cooling his mouth, and kissed the juncture of your hip and your leg. Your hips twitched up barely at the chilled contact, but he noticed.

Higuruma wished he could say this was an entirely selfless pursuit, but the heat wasn’t the only thing keeping him awake tonight, he had roused himself near an hour ago now sporting a massive erection that hadn’t left him since. It had been too hot to fuck the last two nights and he was desperate for you. You were too, but tonight’s frustration had driven you mad before you had time to consider sex.

This time he held one cube in his mouth, and another in between his fingers. His hand held the cube to your lips, which you quickly began sucking at, suddenly noticing your dehydration. Proud of how well you could read his mind, he chuckled to himself, ice still in his mouth and leaned over you. He was kneeling between your legs, body caging you into the bed, as he dipped his head down to your collarbone, sliding the ice against the bone, and up your neck. Your satisfied sounds grew shaky, feeling a whole new form of stimuli. His fingers pushed the ice between your lips, then followed closely into the cavern of your mouth. You wrapped your lips around his middle and index fingers, sliding your tongue along where surface tension held the melted line of water.

He trailed the ice cube in his mouth down, between your breasts, marveling at how quickly your nipples erected themselves. His free hand wrapped around your right breast and he brought the ice across to circle the mound itself. You whimpered around his fingers. Hiromi smiled like a cat. He was so painfully hard, but not even his own pleasure could tempt him away from you right now. You sounded so beautiful under his touch, gasping as he added new ice, tongue slurping around his fingers, your back arching off the mattress as he circled your nipples.

“They’re melting right off of you, faster than I can replace.” He noted, catching your eye from his place between your breasts, “are you feeling cooler?”

You nodded helplessly, he looked so delicious to you like this. Mouth dripping, eyes blown out, his strong nose, his sharp features, his inky hair messy from your tugging.

He couldn’t help himself, he slithered back up to your face, kissing you desperately. Higuruma had always been an excellent kisser, but there were times like tonight where his passion was overwhelming. He kissed you like he was trying to spill all the love trapped in his chest directly into your open mouth. His tongue was like a creature of its own, exploring every texture of your mouth like he was studying you. The ice had cooled his mouth, yours too, so the kiss was creating its own hurricane. Chilled saliva mixing with hot, panting breaths.

You reached down, trying to reach the waistband of his boxers and slide them away, but his torso was so long you were coming up short. You grasped fruitlessly between your bodies, whimpering against his kisses.

“Off, baby, off, please. I need you.” You crooned against his lips, arching your chest into his own, your hands grabbing at his back.

You needed him so bad. He had already helped you so much, but he had fogged your mind completely. You weren’t sure how long you two had been playing his little ice game, but you were sure that it was enough time to have your pussy pulsating in desire. Hiromi chuckled at your pained pleas.

“You need some help, baby?” He slid his tongue against yours again so you couldn’t answer, “you need me to take care of you, is that it?”

You hated (loved) when he got cocky like this. Clearly so happy with himself for finding the solution to your ailments, you were sure that if the lights were on you could see him beaming with pride. You nodded again, hoping he wouldn’t do exactly what he did next.

“Say it.”

“Hiiiiiro…please it’s too hot…please.”

“Not until you say it.” He continued his kisses against your chin and neck, your body starting to heat itself again.

“Hiromi please, I need it so bad. I need you so bad. Please help me, Hiro.” You folded.

You rarely asked for help, in your marriage, in your personal life, at work. The phrase help me existed very rarely in your life, and you liked it that way. You were a capable woman, you didn’t like having to rely on anyone else. Even Higuruma, especially Higuruma. You loved him, and you did need him, but you hated admitting it. You hated the idea that one day the help you required from him would be too much, and he would resent you. But he loved it. He needed you to lean on him, he craved being needed by you. Times where you had fallen sick, and he had been able to wait on you hand and foot were some of his favorites. Obviously he hated when you were uncomfortable, but you so rarely asked anything of him. He wanted so badly to be there to help you. And here it was, a perfect opportunity for him to do just that, and he had. And he had heard you ask him, really ask him, for help. He nearly came untouched right then.

Hiromi quickly shed his underpants and kissed you again, deep and hard, his teeth clinking yours as he could no longer restrain himself. Your hands flew to his neck, pulling him closer to you. You hooked your legs up over his hips and released him for a moment so he could align himself at your core. His dark eyes met yours and you thought his pupils had turned to little hearts as he sheathed himself inside of you.

Everything about Hiromi Higuruma was long. His hands, his fingers, his legs, his nose, his body, and his cock was no exception. It seemed to go on forever as he penetrated you, pushing against your cervix and angling upwards to kiss the spot inside of you that sent stars into your vision. He let out a low howl, his eyes rolling back in his head, hands bruising your hips as he bottomed out.

“Fuck…” he cursed against the skin of your neck.

You whined, turning your head to the side and allowing him more access to your neck, you loved the feeling of his mouth kissing and biting you. The skin of your neck so sensitive, his teeth just barely scraping against the thin, taught skin. He pulled your thigh higher up on his hip, holding it back and allowing him to thrust deeper into you. The sounds of his balls slapping against your ass blended so perfectly with his low, throaty groans, and your choppy whimpers. His body shuddered as your walls clenched around him.

“Baby I’ll cum if you do that, stop.” His voice broke as he moved himself up into his hands, hips jerking into you uncontrollably.

“I want you to cum,” you moved your hands up his torso and chest, then up to his neck, you mewled against him once more, arching off the bed again, “cum inside me, Hiro. Please baby. You feel so good.”

He did, he filled you so completely, he always had, he knew exactly what you needed. He moved one of his hands to yours, bringing it to his mouth and kissing your fingers, regaining control over his thrusts and his breath. His other hand moved over your knee on his hip and down your thigh, bringing his thumb to your throbbing clitoris. You let out a shaky squeal, your jaw dropping in surprise.

“Then you’ll cum too.” He circled your clit perfectly, knowing your body maybe even better than you did.

Hiromi was an excellent, generous lover. He wanted to make you cum again and again before he did. In usual circumstances he would have pulled your orgasm from you with his fingers, then again with his tongue, then once more alongside him as he fucked you. But this was not a usual circumstance, his sweat dripped down his nose, your velvet walls felt so perfect around him, as though you were crafted just for him. Maybe you were? Maybe you and he were created just for one another, to please and love one another forever.

Your eyes fluttered closed as his efforts had your orgasm quickly approaching. Your hands gripped at his back and shoulders, loving the feeling of his lean muscle under your trembling fingers. The only thing leaving your lips was his name chanted over and over again. He could stop his hips from punishing your cervix more and more, his own voice croaking and moaning intelligibly.

“Baby please…I…oh fuck.” Hiromi was teetering on the edge of climax.

“I know. Me too. I love you.” You brought your hand to his face guiding it down to press your foreheads together.

His thrust became slower and more direct toward your g spot, his thumb continuing to rub your clit, your orgasm bubbling up inside of you.

“Kiss me.” Your voice was barely audible, but Hiromi connected your lips instantly.

That was the perfect, final push you both needed to climax together. He pumped twice more, deep inside of you, you could feel the stream of cum painting your insides. He could feel you fluttering around him. You kept your lips connected, panting into each other’s mouths. He stayed inside of you, making sure to keep his cum as deep as he could. The intimacy of being engulfed by you, and you being filled to the brim with him, bodies as close as two people can be, sweat and spit and cum combining together, it had you delirious.

“I love you.” You both breathed out, giggling afterwards at your moment of synchronization.

You clenched up around him once again as he pulled out.

“You tease” he shook his head before moving to lay next to you, catching his breath.

You lay side by side panting together, the endorphins flooding both of your bodies, slowly fading, and the heat returning to your bedroom. You reached over to hold his hand, turning to face him. He looked up at the ceiling, eyes closed, his hooked nose angled up, mouth open. He was playing the evening back in his mind, luxuriating in the warmth of your love and the celebration of that love that you two shared. He intertwined his fingers with yours and turned to face you, his eyes softening as soon as they locked with yours. He took in a breath to profess his love to you once more, but cutting him off the lights suddenly came back on. The whirring of your air conditioner started again, and your bedroom fan began humming. You both smiled in awe. Already feeling the change in the air of your bedroom, you sighed happily, snuggling into Hiromi’s side. He quickly wrapped his arms around you and pulled the comforter over the pair of you.

“One of us has to get up and turn the lights off, you realize.” He kissed your forehead.

You groaned before peeling yourself from his side and starting to migrate to the wall switch. He pulled you back down by your arm making you bounce against the mattress.

“Oh stop, you know you’re not doing it.” He rolled his eyes and stood, his long legs needing only a few strides before he could flip the switch and darken the room again.

You were completely spoiled by him. You were so lucky to be with him, to be loved by him. He had gone so far out of his way tonight to help you feel comfortable. Hiromi slipped back into bed next to you, pulling you back into his embrace, burying his face in your neck.

“I love you, Hiromi.” You kissed his temple. “Thank you.”

“I love you too.” He kissed your cheek, you felt your eyes start to droop as cool air finally curl over your body.

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Tag request!

@buttercupbitches I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for being my first person to ask for a tag request!!

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

head so empty only thinking about the reader and ethan (consensually!) tying up chad and using him for their pleasure

omg sorry it took so long to get this out bb but this……. this right here forever in my brain 🤭

Caught up in your ties

Word Count: 4.2k

Pairing- Chad Meeks x f!reader x Ethan Landry

Summary- Chad lets you and Ethan tie him up.

Warnings- mmf, bondage, mommy kink (used once), penetration, bdsm themes, dirty talk kinda, hint of mlm sex, voyeurism,

A/N- this is kinda more Chad x Y/n centered when it comes to penetration and stuff i would have wrote more but this has been in my drafts forever and i wasn’t coming up with anything sorry :/

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“And you're sure this is safe?” Chad asks for the tenth time confirming his nervousness, you secure the rope around his hands making sure it's tight so he can’t move them but loose enough so he still has circulation. You and Ethan settle in front of him and you smile gently at him. “Of course love.” You reply, patting the side of his face.

Chad was only in his gray boxers and he had rope tied along his arms, his chest and his hands bound behind his back, now you actually have use of all those years in girl scouts. “Now, that's what you call art.” you say, biting your bottom lip, you look at your masterpiece relishing in the fact he’s all yours and Ethans. You turn to Ethan making it seem you didn’t wanna pay anymore attention to Chad which he obviously didn’t like the way he clicked his teeth. Cradling Ethans soft face in your hands giving his cheeks a soft squeeze, his usual chocolate brown eyes now almost black with lust.

Your hands creep up ypur finger brushing through his curls, rubbing his scalp before giving his head a harsh tug, his head tilted back and his jaw dropped as a groan escaped his throat then catching him by surprise you lips slammed into his, your tongue vigorously fighting against each other as your lips slide together. Out the corner of your eye you could see Chad, his arms strained against the restraints making the veins in his arms visible just as much as the hard on in his boxer fighting to get out.

You pull Ethans hair again, pulling him from the kiss as you bite his lip before letting it go, he looks between you and Chad. His face, now flustered and red was adorable as his eyes held nothing but admiration for you both, he would do anything for you two, he loved you as he need the oxygen he needs to breath, how he feels he would rip the skin off of his bones if it meant one more day with you, he would never love anyone as much as he loves you.

You now turn to Chad and your hand finds the waistband of his boxers, your eyes never leaving his as your delicate hands slides into his boxers, grabbing his length and giving it a few strokes that make him bite back a groan. You pull his hard cock out watching as it twitches in your hands as you give him a satisfying tug every so often, satisfying enough to leave him wanting more and not being able to get it.

You start to jerk him off and turn to Ethan who's eyes couldn't go any wider as he watched his partners. You glance down at his pants as you work your arm on Chad as see his boner get even bigger and you smile. ''Wanna touch yourself baby?'' You ask and he shakes his head immediately and you nod. He undoes his belt and unbuttons his pants sliding them down his muscular thighs and to the floor his boxers right after his boxers finally letting his cock out of its confinements.

He waits to see what you're going to do next and as you get up and take your small shorts off showing your pink panties off and Ethan smiles as you take them off and hand them to him.

Wrapping your legs around Chad's legs you'll reach for his cock and position his girthy tip under your aching hole. You sink down onto him and you look over to Ethan who grippied the tip of his cock with your panties squeezing it. If there was one thing Ethan loved to do it was watching. (crazy ass)

Sliding down onto Chad till his balls sat snugly against your ass. You rocked your hips against his cock moving within you, your head tilted back as you hit the same spot over and over again. And then you lifted up, thrusting yourself on him.

You could feel the way he pulsed inside you and the way his jaw clenched and brows pulled in. And then you stop your hand between you two circling your clit waiting a few seconds for his orgasm to dull down.

You started moving again hands now playing with your tits, Ethan moaned at the scene and ypu turned to him, his cock painfully hard in his hand giving hard strokes, you hump against Chad and give Ethan sweet prasies about how adorable he looks fucking himself, how pretty his cock was.

Ethan along with Chad both came at the same time, Chad's sperm filled you to the brim and your paintes soaked with Ethans. You fucked yourself on Chad still even as his cock become overstimulated. “Ethan, baby.” You breathlessly say. “Come give mommy a hand.” You say and Ethan sheepishly smiles as he shifts closer bringing his thick fingers to your clit.

“F…fuck.”

Chad was nothing but a mess as he cums once again inside of you. Ethans fingers work mercilessly on your clit giving just enough pressure. And then an electric current runs through your nerves, your body convulsed as the orgasm overtook you. You could see into another dimension, the orgasm was never ending, it was euphoric.

After you cooled down you lifted yourself off of Chad who no doutablely wanted to fuck the thoughts out of both yours amd Ethans head right now.

“Let me out.” He says in a voice that sends shivers down your spine and you only send a mischievous smile.

“No can do babe,” you begin looking down at Ethans cock that was now fully hard again from seeing you and chad cum. “You see, Ethan needs some help.” Chad bites his lip as he sees Ethans length and a challenge sparks in both your eyes.

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Five Random Redacted Headcanons

Okay i havent really slept for a solid amount of time of sleep for like 48 hours now but i need yall to hear me out on this.

Redacted Masterlist

OKAYREADYSETGOMOTHERFUCKERS!

1) The Shaw Pack has a random XXL sweater that just circulates around. No one is sure who the original owner is, nor if the OG owner is still in the pack or alive. But whenever one of them is having a rough day, whoever had the sweater previously will bring it to them. It’s a communal comfort object. It also has like... pasta sauce stains and other food stains from the pack’s comfort food and yes it frustrates David to no end that he can’t get the stains out. The design has long since been washed away. 

Optional: Once the mates (especially Baabe because they are artsy I can feel it in my endocrine system.) get their hands on the sweater, they write little encouraging and comforting phrases for the next person. After a few cycles in the washing machine the ink fades away but the sentiment remains.

2) On Darlin and Sam’s second legit date that wasn’t Darlin bleeding out or having a breakdown or anything, they dragged Sam into the woods. He was slightly concerned that they were going to kill him because it was giving off major serial killer vibes. But it turns out they set up a big hammock between two trees and the two of them spent most of the night cuddled up together in the hammock watching TV on Sam’s phone (William pays for unlimited data and he can get signal in the woods) and eating gummy worms.

3) Pre-turned Lovely had a whole arsenal of electricity related jokes that William supplied to them to use on VIncent if he ever got on their nerves. I imagine it went something like this:

Vincent: -Which is why I’m right, Lovely.

Lovely: Well you know what I’m right about?

Vincent: What?

Lovely: How many DAMN students it takes to change a lightbulb.

Vincent: How many?

Lovely: One. Me. 

The jokes aren’t good or funny, but they got to act like it was a big deal and if anyone in the Solaire clan heard them, they would hype Lovely up and make Vincent feel like the silly bbg that he is.

4) One of the times that Aaron pissed Smartass off (post-confession) they purposefully dumped a bag of chips and packages of crackers on the bed and stomped all over it to make sure the crumbs were really small. It was only after this that they remembered that they sleep in the same bed as Aaron and would suffer as well. They have yet to emotionally recover from this.

5) David and Angel have a little chalkboard that counts the days between Angel being an unapologetic flirt. The counter has stayed at a consistent zero for the past seven months because Angel has been texting David daily to ask for nudes. He refuses to send them, but they persist for the hope that they might convince him that the only way their three brain cells will survive is if they see a Davey nude. He tried to get them to stop asking by threatening to make an onlyfans but they only hyped him up for it because it meant they could get nudes for sure then by paying money.

[peterman-spideyparker]

Dust to Dust (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! I have had this one in my drafts for *literally* ever, and I’m finally getting around to posting it. Enjoy! :)

Summary: You finally move in with Matt, working to make his apartment feel like a shared space that you both can call home when the unimaginable happens.

Warnings: Fluff, domesticity, angst, The Snap, hurt/comfort, mentions of grief, not proof read/edited as well as it could be

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson, Karen Page (mentioned)

Word Count: 1,519

“Hey, Matty?” you ask as you climb in the step stool. 

“Yeah, angel?” he calls from the kitchen.

“Did I leave the duster on the barstool?”

“Why would it be on the barstool?”

You let out an exasperated sigh and smile as you twist toward him, watching how he stands and smirks in the kitchen, leaning forward on the butcher block counter. He is a sight to behold, truly. You never would have thought that if someone had told you two years ago that one of the alumni attorneys talking to your trial ethics class would become your boss for an internship and your boyfriend, you would have thought that you were living some fantasy—especially when you found out about his secret. Now that you’re officially moved in, fantasy and reality are meshing in the best kind of ways.

“Stop being sassy, Murdock. I can see it right there.”

“Then why don’t you come over yourself and get it?”

“You’re right next to it, Matty. I’d have to walk across the apartment.”

“Walking is good for you. It’ll get your blood circulating.”

“Uh, badgering, counselor.”

“Stating the facts of the case, counselor,” he smiles right back. 

“If you bring the Swiffer over here, I’ll give you a kiss.”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Mmmhm. I’m also gonna shower in a bit, so if you bring that over and help me, your reward might be more than a kiss.”

“That sounds quite nice, angel. It’s also bribery. It’s unethical.”

“But is it working?”

“With the promise of your kisses? Of course it’s working.”

“Then grab that duster and get that cute butt of yours over here.”

You both laugh, and you turn your attention back to the shelf, moving things down on the top of the cabinet bookshelf below for the time being.

“Would you be okay if I hung some pictures while I’m up here, Matt?” you ask, only to hear the soft plastic clatter of the duster hitting the floor. Matt doesn’t drop things. You turn around and see the Swiffer on the floor, Matt no where to be found.

“Matt?” you call into the apartment, every second where you don’t see or hear him making you grow more worried. “Matt?” You step down and slowly walk through the apartment. “Matthew, if you’re trying something, this isn’t funny!” You franticly move around the apartment, feeling nauseous as ice runs through your veins and your skin burns hot when you officially run out of places to look for him. “Matt?. . .”

He’s gone.

“I don’t know,” you sigh as you fiddle with the key ring, swinging the door open and just dropping your purse and keys on the table by the door, putting your briefcase in the living room as you move through the apartment. Even though it’s been five years and you’ve added some touches of yours here and there, the apartment still doesn’t feel it belongs to you in the slightest. The thing that’s missing—the person that would tie it all together—has been missing for five years, just like your friends and half of the population.

“I think I just need to shower and wash the day off,” you continue to tell your mom. “I’ll text a bit later. I have a lot of files I need to sort through for my case. Love you, bye.”

Hanging up, you let out a tired sigh and take off your clothes, letting the hot water roll down your body to loosen your tense muscles. You run through the things you need to do—which files to go through first, what you need to grab at the grocery store, how soon you can go to sleep. You hum as you scrub the shampoo deep into your scalp, like you’re trying to physically reach past your skull and smush your brain between your fingertips. As you do so, you feel a large pair of hands and hairy arms wrap around you, and you scream at the top of your lungs.

“Angel, angel, calm down!” you hear a voice you’ve missed for five years cut through your screams. “It’s just me! It’s me, sweetheart!”

Turning around in his grip, you see Matt, just like the day he disappeared.

“Matt?” you whimper, on the verge of tears.

“Yeah . . . (Y/N), what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

The tenderness in his voice, the way he says your name, the way he holds onto you, it’s enough for you to break down in tears. Matt just holds you, letting you cry into his strong chest, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You don’t know how long you cry for, but it is long enough for the shampoo to be completely washed from your hair and for your fingers to be far past pruney. Matt kisses your forehead, grabbing a towel to dry you off before sliding his shirt from the floor onto your body. Picking you up as you cling onto him, he walks you to the bedroom and sits you down on the mattress.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” he asks softly once more, tucking a thick, wet tress of hair behind your ear.

“You . . .” you sniffle and wipe tears off of your cheeks. “Matt, you were gone for five years.” 

“I . . . What?”

“I thought you heard something and had to run and help, but you don’t drop things, and you dropped the Swiffer. I couldn’t find you. I couldn’t find anyone. So many people just disappeared. Just gone, Matty.”

A million questions rush across Matt's face in a second, but he doesn’t ask any of them. Instead, Matt kisses you again, holding you into his chest. “How’d you get through it?”

“I threw myself into work. I kept the practice alive. It was hard, but, Matty . . . the people that come to Nelson and Murdock needed someone. If I stopped to think—if I didn’t help—I would’ve drowned in grief.”

“You . . . You kept it going? All by yourself?” 

“They needed help. You had to come back. I had to do it.”

“Sweetheart . . .”

“I spruced the office up a little. I got a new table for the conference room, and a new coffee table. Some plants.” 

“Doing well for yourself, there, angel,” he says with a little smile. “I mean, Foggy and I could never dream of office plants.”

You smile softly back at him. He’s actually here. “I always told you I was the better attorney.”

“I never doubted that for a second, sweetheart.”

As you lean in for another kiss, you gasp when a thought crosses your mind.

“What is it, (Y/N)?”

“Foggy and Karen! If you’re back, they’re back!” You lean over to where you threw your phone on the bed and call each of them quickly, hanging up as soon as they answer, but not without an excited squeal before you lean forward and knock down Matt with a hug, tears streaming down your face once more. “You guys are back! Oh my God! Everyone’s back!”

The way that Matt’s lips feel on your skin after so long is like heaven, a blessing that you never thought you were going to feel again. 

“I’m not going to have to fight off any new boyfriends that walk in and see us like this, am I?” Matt asks softly into your shoulder, but you can sense the genuine nerves behind it, and it’s written clearly across his face when you lean back.

“No, Matt.”

“Because, I mean, I could always use the blind card.”

“It’s cute when you do that to get extra waffles. But it’s not something you have to worry about, Matty. I swear.”

“So, not once in five years?”

“No. Not once.”

Matt brings his lips to yours, rolling you over and letting you feel every muscle of his that you’ve missed. God, you’ve missed him. You’ve missed his warmth, his weight, the way that he knows exactly what to do make your heart skip a beat and feel like the only girl in the world. You’ve missed the callouses of his fingers, the hair on his arms, the rough stubble on his jaw, how his big, beautiful nose smushes against yours. But most of all, you’ve missed how everything feels right when Matt is with you.

“Matt . . .”

“We were already planning to do it, and my sweet girl hasn’t felt good in five years,” he hums as he kisses your neck. “Please. Please let me show you how much I love you.”

“I—ah.”

“Sweetheart?” he says softly as he pulls off. 

“I just want to hold you, Matt,” you say, listening to how your voice cracks. “We can do that any time, but I just need to hold you some more.”

His face softens before he leans forward to kiss your forehead. “Of course, angel. I can never say no to your snuggles.”

“Good, because I’m not letting go.”

“And I’ll hold on tight.” You hear Matt let out a faint hum as he wraps his arms around you and gives you a gentle squeeze as you let yourself fall asleep, relaxed for the first time in five years while his heartbeat echos in your ear.

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[remyfire]

korean war anaesthesia practices? please sir some korean war anaesthesia practices? 🤲🥺

God I am so excited. I love you.

What I need you to know is I spent multiple hours over multiple days researching this just for Leo Bardonaro backstory that I am probably never going to get to write in detail anyway. I headcanon Leo as an anesthesiologist. Also I think it's a shame that they stopped having at least one or two dedicated anesthesiologists in the show after Ugly John because it's such a complex set of measurements to understand and as important a trained specialty as any other. It's difficult to pick it up off the cuff if you haven't been properly educated. I appreciate little moments such as in Bug Out when Hawk snaps at BJ when Beej is the one setting up the anesthesia. Very true to life and history when anesthesiologists were thin on the ground in Korea and doctors or nurses did have to double up, and also affording MASH their smaller cast to focus on.

Side note, I discovered first in my research that anesthesiologist and anesthetist are two different terms. An anesthesiologist is a medical doctor while an anesthetist is a nurse who has received the training to administer anesthesia, either assisting the anesthesiologist or working independently. The more you know!

Now let's get to excited autistic rambling :D :D :D

This is the Ohio 685A military model anesthesia machine, affectionately referred to as The Pig. This is the machine that was most commonly in use during the Korean War, all the way through to the beginning of the Vietnam War. It was important because it was lightweight, easy to disassemble, and it broke down into an easy-to-carry box in the event of the MASH unit needing to bug out.

Look how cute it is!!! My best friend The Pig I love them so much. An anesthesiologist was not only keeping a close eye on vitals and ready to spring into action at a moment's notice, but they were also constantly watching the levels of administered nitrous oxide (what we know colloquially as laughing gas) and oxygen (which has to be administered as a level of at least 20%) to make sure they were giving enough to keep the patient under but not enough to cause them long-term damage of any kind. This is important given that nitrous oxide causes intracranial pressure, for example.

An interesting thing to note is that while they had begun to pioneer intubation as a way to administer an anesthetic in WWII and saw impressive results, in the Korean War, the majority of patients were still anesthetized by mask on account of the doctors having to work so quickly and efficiently that they most often defaulted to the techniques they were familiar with if they did not have to change. This might also be why a large number of doctors would choose to administer a spinal anesthetic instead of using a mask.

So the rabbit hole I really went down was how we typically see anesthesia used in media versus the reality of it. We're used to seeing them just put a mask on the patient's face and they're out immediately. Not quite accurate! Nitrous oxide alone will not put a patient to sleep. It's a wonderful pain reducer and produces a sense of euphoria and it's incredibly fast-acting, only taking a few minutes to reach full effect. But anesthesiologists would first administer something to induct unconsciousness, most popularly a dose of thiopental into the patient's IV line.

Thiopental is a barbiturate often used as an induction agent. Within 30 to 45 seconds, the drug reaches the brain and makes the patient unconscious (an interesting thing is that thiopental also reduces intracranial pressure, which was also helpful with the comment above about nitrous oxide causing that). But thiopental itself will wear off within around 5 to 10 minutes as the drug leaves the brain and circulates through the entire body, thus meaning the patient would wake back up.

This is where nitrous oxide comes in!! The thiopental injection induces unconsciousness and the nitrous oxide maintains it. Because nitrous oxide as a gas dissipates so quickly in our system, removing the mask will have a patient coming back to consciousness within minutes.

With how rapidly things had to move in surgery in a Korean War MASH unit, the anesthesiologists had to be on their fucking game. If they administered just a little too much of an induction agent or nitrous oxide, severe side effects could occur. Patients would suffer convulsions, damage to the brain. A wrong dose was a ticket to total shock, heart attacks, death. It's so stressful to read about and also so cool. The surgeons always get the big bucks but other doctors deserve their flowers too.

This was a fun hour of rambling!! Thank you for asking :D

[thecampjuicebox]

Just in time for Halloween, a loose interpretation of a lovely request from @xxevilbunnyxxsblog! I hope I do this idea justice, as I've been having a lot of trouble with the original concept that was requested. It's been brewing in my mind for a few days now. Certainly taking some creative liberties here, but it should be good (hopefully). Here we go, this is a long one.

Aeterna Amantes

Pairing: Astarion x Tav(f)

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

POV: 2nd person

Warnings: Angst, fluff, biting, very brief usage of a dagger, teasing, mutual pining, possessive dom Ascended Astarion x newly turned spawn sub Tav

The slender branches of baren trees rustle in the night air above your head, full moon casting a faint white light over the tired city. A shiver rumbles the vertebrae in your spine. Gods, it's frigid. Your brain fizzes in excitement as you slowly approach the castle nestled just outside the upper city, fingers wiggling in your black lace gloves. It's been 5 years since you've last seen him. 5 years of agonizing want. Worry. Astarion's ascension had driven a wedge between the two of you that seemingly nothing could remove. His arrogance, his lust for power, how easily he cast you out of the palace. The visions of that day still sting in your ears. You had challenged his decision to make you one of his spawn. Begged for there to be another way. You loved him, and he, you. But that wasn't enough for him. He longed for eternity. Something you were entirely too hesitant to give him. You had fallen ill in the castle, barely hanging on to the fragile thread of life. He prepositioned you that very night. Offered you an immediate cure. When you denied him, he became a different person. He spat, he ranted and raved. Oh, how he yelled at you. Pointed towards the door and bared his fangs to threaten you. Told you to leave or he'd kill you right in your shared bed chamber. Your heart aches in your chest at the memory and you blink hot tears away from the corners of your eyes.

Whispers of the extravagant event had circulated around the town, every high lord and lady enthralled with the preparations of it all. The wealthiest members on the Sword Coast planned to travel into the city. It was a shock when the invitation arrived to your home. The post master joked with you about the fancy gold seal on the letter and you rolled your eyes, fully expecting some pompous letter outlining how big of a mistake you had made by defying the vampire Lord back then. You opened it with trembling fingers, the words seeming to bounce right off of the parchment and read themselves in Astarion's voice. A voice you'd hoped you had forgotten by now.

"Dearest Tav,

It is with great pleasure that I ask you to accompany me to my Liar's Night Masquerade. You will come, won't you? Arrive adorned in your finest silks and lace for I would expect, nor accept, anything less from you. I do request you wear that gown I had made for you all those years ago. The one that hugs your delicious curves and accentuates your beauty the way no artist or canvas has ever been able to. You look truly captivating in it and I miss the sight of you twirling around the halls, your hair swirling around you like the dark embrace of the very shadows we dwell in. Do not forget your mask. It is all part of the fun, after all. Find me in the ballroom once you arrive, we have much to discuss. I shall see you on the 30th night of Marpenoth. I will be awaiting your correspondence, my love.

Signed,

Lord Astarion Ancunin."

Now, the night has arrived. You'd spent ages getting ready, making sure each curl in your hair was perfect. Taking care that each ruffle and seam on your expensive gown would be to the vampire's liking. Not once did you stop to consider.. Why did it matter so much? Truth be told, you still love the fanged tyrant. Still ache for his commanding words and sweet touch. The ruby amulet Astarion had gifted you the night after his Ascension rests on your collarbones, twinkling in the light of the large lanterns illuminating the walkway to the castle. A simple touch that, you hope, will sweeten the vampire's words even more tonight. Your hair falls in perfect ringlets that rest on your bare shoulders, each step on the cobblestone jostling the locks around. You approach the steps and carefully ascend them, grasping the thick layers of silk and lace of your dress in your trembling hands. An armed elven spawn stands stoic next to the door. Piercing red eyes stare down at you.

"Name?"

"You remember who I am, Feno."

You carefully lift the black lace mask covering your eyes and blink up at the tall spawn. An expression of realization twists on the elf's face and he curves his thick lips into a smile.

"Ah, Tav. Lovely to see you again. We've been expecting you."

He reaches for the iron handle of the door, carefully pulling it open to grant you access to the lavish castle. Pumpkins line the velvet black carpet that leads into the foyer. Lanterns and pillar candles are nestled between the colorful collection of gourds, very dimly lighting the way towards the heavy oak doors of the ballroom. The faint sound of an orchestra of bards rings through the halls and you follow the melodies, another well-dressed pair of spawn pulling open the grand doors for you. The scene is exquisite. Overwhelming. Every lord and lady on the Sword Coast dances and twirls happily, golden chalices resting in their hands, surely full of the finest wine that Baldur's Gate has to offer. Horith, one of Astarion's spawn that you became rather close with before you had disappeared, places a gentle hand on your shoulder. You jump, startled by his touch and he leans in to whisper quietly against your pointy ear.

"The master is waiting for you. Right this way."

A muscular forearm bends out for you, sparkling eyes piercing your own. You nod once and wrap your arm around his, fingers resting against the soft silk of his coat. Your free hand reaches down to gather your dress as to not step on it and you begin your walk to the expectant vampire lord. Eyes follow you from all directions. Horith gives your arm a gentle squeeze of reassurance. "They've all come for you." A look of confusion knits your eyebrows together. For you? Surely this is a misunderstanding. You'd been invited to this ball in the same fashion as everyone else, hadn't you? Lords and ladies bow and curtsy as you pass by and your breath hitches in your chest when your eyes settle on him. Astarion sits comfortably in a velvet chair well past the crowd, the platform he rests on raised enough for him to spot you and your escort over the heads of his other guests. A path clears in front of him as if by force.

"My love. You've come.."

Horith releases your arm and bows to the vampire lord, remaining bent at the waist as he descends the stairs to capture your hand in his. Gentle lips brush over your lace-covered knuckles and your cheeks burn crimson. Time seems to stop around you. The dancing. The merriment. All put on pause for this one moment. Your heart thumps audibly in your ribcage as Astarion turns your hand over and presses a kiss to the pulsing vein just at your wrist.

"You've really come.."

His red eyes flick to yours through the small leather mask that covers just the top half of his face and your knees nearly buckle beneath you. The softness of his voices makes your skin burn beneath his touch. He missed you. Maybe as much as you've missed him. Gentle hands reach out to grasp your hips and pull you to him, his slender arms wrapping around you tightly. The guests resume their dancing, music and the taps of feet overwhelming your senses. Nuzzling his nose into your hair, he inhales deeply, your familiar scent of lavender and orchids making him shudder.

"Follow me. We need to talk."

Hasty steps carry you down the hallway to the right of his lavish chair, the loud sounds of the party disappearing behind the two of you. Large golden-framed paintings of the vampire and his various spawn line the walls. He leads you up a winding staircase and down another hallway to the massive oak double doors of his boudoir. His grip on your hand tightens and you wiggle your fingers playfully, following him once he slips into the dark room. Un-lit and half melted candles drip down the sides of the black iron candelabras on the walls. With a snap, Astarion lights just enough to illuminate the area you're standing in, gentle firelight dancing off of your hair and the bright red ruby resting on your chest. His curls flow perfectly down the black leather and velvet of his Masquerade attire, the small black mask covering his eyes giving him an air of mystery. You'd know those eyes anywhere, though. You're caught off guard by the force of the vampire pressing you into the wall, soft lips crashing against yours in a long overdue kiss. Mouths move in unison. A small whimper escapes between your lips, driving Astarion to kiss you harder. Slower. To savor every moment he has with you now.

A smooth tongue flicks out against your bottom lip, begging for entry. You part your lips in acceptance. Tongues wrestle, teeth bump, hands wander. The smooth black lace of your dress hugs the supple curves of your body perfectly and Astarion's hands intend to explore every part with ease, exactly like they used to.

"Astarion.. You said we needed to talk."

You break the kiss, chest heaving. He slips his mask off, tossing it onto the neatly made up bed to your left. A trembling hand reaches up to stroke his hair back, the vampire beginning to pace back and forth before you.

"I had an entire monologue prepared. I wanted to yell at you. Chastise you for leaving me.."

You interject, heat rising in your throat at his words.

"You told me to leave, Astarion. Or have you forgotten?"

Footsteps pause, Astarion's eyebrows knitting together and he shoots you a glance that could petrify an ogre. He palms at his eyes for a moment before continuing on.

"No, I haven't forgotten. I had hoped you'd come tonight, is my point. I had a plan. A plan to make you submit to me. To convince you to stay. And then you.. You show up. Looking like-"

He waves his hand in your direction, motioning up and down your body.

"-That. And now I.. I can't think. I have hundreds of spawn. Slaves. Men and women that would slit their own throats for a chance to enjoy my company. Drive a stake through their own heart just to hear me utter their name. They wait, with baited breath, for my commands. And none of it means anything."

Shaking his head, he wipes a tear from beneath his eye with his thumb. The pathetic tone of his voice makes your heart sink into your stomach. You weigh your options. Staying here with him would mean eternity, the very eternity that made you uncomfortable in the first place. You could slip away into the night and leave, never to see him or this castle again. Leave Baldur's Gate forever. Your stomach churns, hot bile burning the back of your throat. Another night without your pale lover could be the end of you. Shaking your head, you continue towards him, a delicate hand cupping his cold cheek. His eyes meet yours. Tender. Ardent. A composed smile curves the vampire's lips upwards.

"None of it means anything without you here. All the nights I begged and pleaded to any god that would hear me.. For you to return to my side to become my consort. Ascension has meant nothing without my love."

You cradle his face in your hands now, gaze matching his. He sighs at your clement touch and leans into you. A light tingling sensation travels up your spine causing you to pull your bottom lip between your teeth. Your next words nearly catch in your throat and you clear the lump there, speaking softly up at the vampire.

"Astarion... M-Make me a spawn so I may remain by your side."

A heavy gasp forces its way into his lungs, eyes blown wide with surprise. He quirks an eyebrow at you and traces his fingers down your side, following the seam of your dress.

"You're sure?"

"Positive."

Tender kisses speckle the side of your neck, over the front of your throat, and down to the other side, little nips at your flesh making your hips squirm. Stalwart fingers wrap themselves around your wrists and Astarion backs you towards the deep red wall behind you. Your back makes contact with a thud. He presses your wrists together to make it easier to hold them both in place with one hand, his now free hand reaching down to the sheath tucked snuggly next to his thigh. A silver dagger tip suddenly presses itself into your sternum. You freeze. Heat travels down to your core and you squirm beneath the blade. Cold lips and hot breath meet your pointed ear, the blade pressing ever so slightly harder into your skin.

"If you ever try to leave me again.. I will kill you myself."

Nodding meekly, your hips press forward into his, searching for any sort of friction the vampire will allow. His thin lips curve up into a smirk, tongue jutting out to trace a line up the side of your neck. Without warning he rears back and sinks his fangs into your flesh. Shards of ice soar through your veins and your eyes roll back into your head. The pain is much deeper than you remember. Stars and speckles float around your vision as Astarion consumes you, little dribbles of blood trickling down and staining your skin. Your arms go limp, your jaw slack, back bowing off of the wall for a moment before you slip away.

...

"Lady Ancunin, I do hate to disturb your sleep.. But I've set out some clothing for you. The master requests your presence in the throne room once you're dressed."

The sweet voice of a vampire spawn stirs you from the heavy shroud of sleep. You rub your eyes and stretch upwards, taking care to grasp the silk blankets surrounding you up and around your bare chest. The previous night is a complete blur. All you know is, you ache. Inside and out. A gentle hand reaches up to prod at the side of your neck and you wince at the still fresh puncture wounds. Scanning your surroundings, your eyes fall on the young woman. A thin, pale half-elf, eyes dark like garnet. You give her a gentle smile.

"I do appreciate it. I'm sorry, what did you call me?"

"I-I... The master has instructed that we all refer to you as Lady Ancunin, m-madam. I apologize."

Your lips curve into a frown at her frightened nature and you arise from the bed, naked body shivering from the cold air of the boudoir. You stand before the trembling elf and place a hand against her smooth cheek.

"it's quite alright, child. Please tell Astarion I'll be right down."

She nods and scurries away, leaving the silk garment Astarion requested you wear on the edge of the bed. Lifting the thin fabric into your hands, you examine it for a moment. A burgundy dress made of the finest silk that Faerun has to offer. Featherlight fingers slip the dress onto your frame and you move towards a mirror. You gasp quietly. You can't see yourself. You lean in towards the image of the boudoir behind you, eyebrows raising at your lack of reflection. The curls in your hair managed to hold from last night, your fingers finding the stray ringlets. The locks feel softer. Stronger. Your skin feels smoother. Your senses are heightened now, the sound of the spawn throughout the castle completing their daily tasks buzzing in your ears. And you're hungry. So painfully, devastatingly hungry.

Quick steps carry you to the throne room and you find Astarion handling business with one of the many magistrates of the upper city, quills and parchment passing back and forth between the two men. His eyes flick to yours when you enter the room and he beckons you to him. The magistrate quickly turns his attention to you, bowing without a second thought. "Lady Ancunin." You smile sweetly at the gentleman, making your way to the pedestal that Astarion's throne rests on, the velvet rug beneath your feet a comforting sensation. The vampire lord pulls you into his lap and strokes the back of your hair lovingly, pressing little kisses to your shoulder. The magistrate collects his scrolls, leaving the room quickly as you settle into your spot. Astarion's hands rest on your hips and toy subconsciously with the soft material of your dress, a quiet growl leaving him. His lips travel up the side of your neck to rest against your ear.

"You look beautiful.. And you'll stay beautiful forever. Thank you for trusting me."

"So I'm your spawn.. What will happen to me?"

Astarion tuts, shaking his head quickly.

"Spawn is such an ugly word. I prefer.. Consort. Don't you worry. You have supped of my blood. It will be no trouble to extend a fraction of my protection to you."

"Am I going to be.. Different?"

Your lover tugs your back closer to him, his teeth leaving little marks along your exposed shoulder and he mumbles against your skin.

"You will be stronger, swifter, sharper. But you won't be different. You were already perfect before. It's hard to improve."

Your head leans back to rest against the vampire lord's shoulder. His embrace is comfortable. Safe. Your fingers meld with his his as his arms wrap carefully around your thin torso.

"So what now?"

A firm grasp on your thigh sends a shockwave through your core, your teeth clamping down onto your plush bottom lip. The vampire lord chuckles behind you and relaxes back into his seat, hands resting on the sides of your thighs now.

"As much as I wish to.. Sequester you in a deep chamber of my palace and keep you all to myself, there's much to be done. First we'll take Baldur's Gate. Then, we'll take the world. We'll dominate it until the sun itself melts. And then... We'll give ourselves to the night."

Fingernails dig into your skin, hiking up the deep red dress that just barely shields your otherwise naked body from the elements. Warm breath fans out over the back of your neck and you tremble at the new sensation, hips wiggling. Astarion grunts at the sudden friction against his lap and presses you firmly in that spot.

"Will you still drink my blood?"

Salacious fingers prod at your thighs and hips. You grind your rear against the lap beneath you and grin at the little sounds you earn, hands reaching back behind you to tangle in your lover's hair. His lips press firmly to your neck, tongue lapping at the healing wounds.

"Of course I will. And you'll drink mine. I can't wait to taste your lips after you've tasted me.. You must be hungry, my love. You shall feed. We must take care of your.. Cravings."

You groan at his words, hips finding a steady rhythm now. Astarion stands and lifts you with him bridal style, piercing red eyes telling you all you need to know about what comes next.

"Aeterna Amantes."

"Lovers forever. Until the world falls down."

[pennedbyeve]

I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THESE PICTURES.

Note:

Hi you guys. I’ve been toying with this idea for a while, but I did not want to publish it for no apparent reason. But after talking to Zee I ripped the bandaid off and here we are. Johnny is my baby and as I write this, Amira has become my other baby. The reason why I named this sunflower is simple - sunflowers are my favorite flower, and the two of them both go through tremendous growth. Though initially they will frustrate you, but that’s what makes a story good in my opinion.

Also friends to lovers is my favorite trope so writing this makes your girl happy without further ado, I hope you all like this.

One

Johnny

CHANGE WAS NEVER A GOOD THING. Well at least to him it wasn’t. He had a steady routine and was not trying to deviate from the normalcy of this thing called life.  He was a creature of habit for sure, today was not an expectation to that. He had stopped by the local coffee shop, near his apartment and he was getting ready for work. The same old mundane 9-5, he hated but it put the food on the table, at least that was a good thing, right? 

The bustling Chicago commute was never something he was ever used to, even though he had been here his whole life, sitting in the uber drinking his lukewarm coffee he was now ready for yet another, Monday morning.  The hustle and bustle never stopped once it was time for him to get out as he clutched onto his coffee mug, he headed into the office buildings, and it was going to be another day of work. 

For the last three years he had been working as an accountant to a local business, he could recall his excitement when he told his mom when he first got hired, but now that the flashness and everything had died down, it felt like everything was on a constant cycle, though he was acclimated to it and adjusted, if he had to pivot, he could.  

Now that he was in his mid-twenties now and he was ready to settle down, he knew that marriage was one thing he had always wanted and desired, but his contenders were not his match, the ones his mom would attempt to set him up with just felt like a mismatch puzzle piece, and he never wanted to force anything.  

He had his own expectations on his own personal wants and desires, but he knew that there was someone out there for him, or at least that’s what he prayed for.  Of course, the doubts and his own insecurites would tell him otherwise, but he had a good solid group of friends – that reminded him that he was indeed worthy of love.  

He saw how his parents operated in their marriage and he knew that one day he wanted that for himself. 

After being at work – he was beyond ready to go, the evening commute was quieter than the morning, and the breeze was something he often looked forward to.

He found himself in the elevator ready to his floor, when he stepped in the scent of vanilla engulfed his nose, as he looked up at there she was – someone he had not seen in over a decade, the emotions that he thought he had moved on from were circulating his brain.

Amira Desiree Bulter, his first best friend from when they first met when they were five, from pinky promises to prom, they did everything together they both had went through ups and downs in their lives and then one summer everything changed. 

He decided to stay in Chicago for college, she went to Atlanta, she had promised they would keep in contact with each other, but that was nothing less than the truth.

The elevator felt like it took forever to reach his floor, he slid past her, being that he was much taller than her it was easier to get off the floor.

Then he saw her step off the elevator along with him and his mind started to go over a mile a minute.

He remembered that Omar, his landlord mention the day prior that someone was moving in, but he did not care to even ask who the person was.

When he made it to his apartment he dug into his pocket, he patted around for his key as he retrieved it out his pocket, he watched as she went across the street to her own apartment, now he wondered how things will play out hopefully, they would just see each other every blue moon and not too often.

“Johnny?”

Her voice was just as he remembered, extremely soft and melodic.  He could tell she was hesitant.

  He turned around to look at her – the last time they saw each other she was a few inches shorter, and her face still had some baby fat.

He couldn’t even form the words to speak to her, and he knew that was going to eat him alive all night.

Amira

SEEING JOHNNY BROUGHT BACK ALL THE FEELINGS. She thought she was over the thoughts she had but they were still fresh in her brain even years later. Leaving Chicago, she made a vow to never come back.   

Atlanta was nice, but she knew she that this was not her forever home, when she got into school her sole focus was bettering herself, but in the back of her mind she could not escape the thoughts of Johnny that circulated in her mind. When she saw him in the elevator the thoughts of seeing him again were never in the cards, so she could not believe her eyes when she saw him.

She knew he had questions, but this was not the time for any of that just yet, now that she noticed they were neighbors there was no escaping him, she prayed that they worked opposite hours because if not it would be so awkward.

As she moved the last box into her house, she was ready for the new beginnings, but the fact that she saw Johnny again, made her question everything to begin with, she put her box braids up into her bonnet, she wanted the night to be over, but her mind kept racing about the what ifs and the endless possibilities, as she laid on the bed, she knew that this was her new reality, and she was ready to face the things that life threw in her way.

[g0ttal0ve101]

🎶💯💤🎄😖🎮 for any of ur little shits :3

they are little shits………my little shits 🫶

TW: obsessive behavior, a lil suggestive, and implications of trauma.

🎶 - what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

Sam: weezer/the front bottoms….like. mentally ill homosexuality shit. yes he listens to this shit 24/7….(he j like me fr.)

Evelyn: Beethoven? i mean what else do British people listen to? IM PLAYING-uhh probably shit like the cardigans/cults. and yes, she listens to music when cleaning :)

Thomas: Nirvana/Radiohead. yeah. it’s sickening. no, he doesn’t listen to music often unless it’s on in a party……

Lucian: he listens to literally anything. he doesn’t care. i mean like he doesnt really wanna listen to WAP or something but-yeah no he listens to whatever’s on the radio (he’s fucking weird.) and he doesn’t go out of his way to listen to music.

💯 - share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Sam:

1. ALWAYS wants to be riley’s type. so whenever she was dating jordan, HE WOULD DRESS LIKE JORDAN. if he saw riley spare a glance over at some girl, HE WOULD DRESS LIKE THAT GIRL THE VERY NEXT DAY. in other words he has no sense of style himself.

2. he didn’t ALWAYS have his stutter. it developed by the time he was six. also it’s genetic, not any sort of brain trauma or anything - his dad had a stutter when he was young too, but went to speech therapy and eventually fixed it.

3. speaking of which HE DOES HAVE A DAD YALL!!! HE’S ALWAYS OVERSEAS FOR WORK!! VEGA DADDY FOR THE WIN!! and no he’s not abusive or anything either lmao he’s just a busy man.

Evelyn:

1. yes she lived in the UK up until she was fourteen. she’s sixteen now. so she’s only been in the USA for about two years and she regrets coming.

2. she lives with her uncle alfie after the passing of her parents. he’s very distant and barely associates himself with her, but makes sure she’s well taken care of before she turns eighteen and gains all the money her parents left behind. so yeah he’s aight ig

3. she’s very good at horseback riding. (she took lessons from the time she was a kid.) however, she never puts any of that talent to use considering she HATES TOUCHING ANIMALS so yeah that ended quick.

Thomas:

1. had a prosthetic arm (left side) since the time he was nine. how did he lose the first arm? that’s a good question you should ask him!! sometimes it’s because of self harm and losing all circulation after trying to commit, other times it’s because he was kidnapped and the joker himself sawed it off. (he will never tell anyone)

2. he has his own band and plays at parties sometimes. the cooler thing is that david nixon is the drum player even though he despises thomas <3 but a deal’s a deal right? also it works out in the end for both of them bc thomas gets all the chics after singing and david gets all the dudes after playing.

3. a bit of common knowledge but - he has three siblings. an older brother, a younger sister, and a little brother. he hates them all equally. however, they aren’t actually full siblings. they’re all half. Adrian (their father) had babies with FOUR DIFFERENT WOMEN!! role model, am i right? also thomas hates every member of his family lmao.

Lucian:

1. LUCIAN WILLIAMS HAS A TYPE!!! fluffy hair, freckles, a grunge/gothic style, and FUCKED UP TEETH!!!!! GAAAAH!!! both his exes had fucked up teeth (aka sophia had braces and david was missing a lot of his), and now his current boyfriend does. (bitch is a shark.) like shit. he loves those fucked up teeth. <3

2. he has tons of scars. like. tons. and you might be thinking TRAUMA!!!!! bc yes. trauma. however, a lot of them are from him being a dumbass as a kid. he would climb the top of a tree and fall off it. he would swing on his neighbor’s tire swing and fall into a pile of hoarded trash with glass in it. he would try to pull a root out of the concrete stairs and slice his shins after he fell. he is clumsy.

3. it’s time fess up….he’s not a total skinny legend no mo. he works out and is actually PRETTY BUILT. he ain’t got no six pack or nothing but he has nice ass triceps tbh……..and that’s on having an axe as a go-to weapon <3

💤 - is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

Sam: pretty light sleeper. he’ll wake up whenever he hears footsteps, or when his curtains blow in the wind, or when the fridge turns on. he usually peeks under his eyelashes and then just goes back to sleep.

Evelyn: light sleeper. any little noise makes her sit up and check her surroundings, even if it’s just her furnace turning on. she’s still half asleep when this happens though, so she goes back to sleep pretty easily too.

Thomas: DEEP FUCKING SLEEPER LMAO. you think he cares if there’s a nuclear war outside his window? bro as long as it don’t make one side of his pillow hot…

Lucian: deep sleeper when it comes to noise, light sleeper when it comes to any movement in the room. if anyone touches him, he’s up. if anyone applies pressure to the mattress, he’s up. if any footsteps are in the room, he’s up. you get the point. he will jerk awake if he feels someone else is there with him. (trauma) it’s not so easy for him to lay back down either. depending on what happened, he usually stays up for the rest of night. (this improves if kai’s sleeping with him bc he feels safe.)

🎄 - what’s your oc’s favorite holiday?

Sam: HALLOWEEN! 🎃

Evelyn: EASTER! 🐣

Thomas: HALLOWEEN! 👻

Lucian: CHRISTMAS! 🎄

😖 - is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved?

Sam: not even a question lmao. INTROVERT. and he does NOT let people in easily. only if it’s a pretty young woman named riley morg-

Evelyn: honestly i’d say she’s an ambivert solely because she doesn’t care about being out in public. (she cares about the GERMS.) she doesn’t avoid talking to anyone but she doesn’t go out of her WAY to do it either.

Thomas: EXTROVERT? HELLO? HE’S THE LIFE OF THE PARTY. Thomas knows everyone and their mamas atp. he’s so extroverted that he would commit a crime in the middle of the street and no one would give a fuck because he’s Thomas Hall. and if someone has a problem with him, they’ll just be gone in like 2.0 seconds lmao.

Lucian: this might be a shocker but…introvert. yes lucian is definitely an introvert. he avoids crowds, he doesn’t like talking in front of people, and he definitely doesn’t like people acknowledging him. when he doesn’t know someone, he’s not all bubbles and flowers like he is usually - he’s on high alert. Lucian only shows his true colors around his friends!!

🎮 - what are your oc’s favorite hobbies?

Sam: Reading, mostly. His favorite genre is romance and horror so he can take notes lmao……….

Evelyn: idk what British people do to pass the time…..JK!!! Evelyn loves crocheting and sewing, and designs clothes for her gf a lot <3

Thomas: this man is so talented and yet his favorite hobby is having sex 💀-no but seriously. he can play piano, guitar, and drums. he can sing. he can draw photo realism. he can skateboard. etc. etc. etc. and yet he spends all his free time partying………

Lucian: everyone knows he loves gardening, but he also likes skating and coloring too. :33

[solalunar-eclipse]

I am thinking incredibly hard about ancient secrets! Shadow and him pretending to be an organic person who breathes and is harmed by fire and can’t contort his body in ways that would absolutely be painful for anyone else. I haven’t read pt 3 of shrodinger’s hedgehog in a while before writing this so please forgive me if I mention stuff that’s noncanon lmao- I remember that he was raised like a normal person so maybe all the stuff I’m gonna mention is habit by now. I dunno.

He’s gotta run actlikeanormalperson.Exe like constantly. Except when he’s alone in the woods. Mental checklist.

- when’s the last time I blinked?

- am I breathing?

- how long have I just been standing here unmoving for?

- am I touching something commonly considered harmful?

- what are normal human joint limits like again

- have I been seen ‘eating’ recently or am i gonna have to worry about people thinking I have an eating disorder

First of all, I just wanted to briefly say how utterly delighted I am that even one person has Ancient Secrets on the brain at all. I’m so happy you’re enjoying it!!

As for Shadow, he absolutely does have to pretend about a lot of that stuff…which is an extremely helpful but unintentional (on his part) bonus of living alone in the woods in a cave! (Also, you haven’t mentioned anything non-canon at all—actually, I didn’t want to infodump too much about Shadow’s schematics in the fic because I was worried it would bore some people, but I’m totally going to take the chance to do it now :] )

By the way, I love the title “actlikeanormalperson.exe”, it’s just perfect both for Boom and Shadow XD I’ve actually only previously considered two out of these six, the others I hadn’t thought of (I was focusing more on “how can I make his body mimic an organic one as closely as possible” than what the differences were, so hopefully my answers will be good enough!)

-I didn’t even think about him blinking, but you’re so right! He does do it in the show, and it looks very natural, so I’m torn 50/50 between “he has an actual program for that” and “when he was little he saw Luna blinking and then practiced it in the mirror for days”, haha.

-as for breathing, that actually is something he does naturally, but not for the reasons organic creatures do! He circulates air to keep his electronics from overheating, because while the Ancients were very technologically advanced, they weren’t perfect (see Sonic’s mech for an excellent example). Luna wanted him to be able to live a life as close to organic as possible, so she tried to find reasons to give him various “living” behaviors. This does mean that she gave him coding for things like hyperventilating when having a panic attack too, though, even if she hoped he’d never have to use it.

-oh he would ABSOLUTELY forget to move sometimes. I feel like he probably learned to do this one while he was fighting Lyric in the defense forces, because people would give him weird looks when he just sat there not doing anything and going over battle plans in his head. Once again, I totally didn’t consider this, but honestly it’s such a good idea!!

-“touching something commonly considered harmful” is a tough one, because he’s had enough self-sacrificial moments that have impacted him to the point where he actively puts himself between harmful things like fire or poison and organic people. If asked about it he’d probably just brush it off and say something like “well, that seems like a you problem” prior to his friendship arc. The thing is, he acts like many people’s interpretations of game!Shadow where he does things that make his Ultimate status obvious but then treats them as things he’s obligated to do.

-luckily for him, he doesn’t have to think of joint limits very often, since most of his interactions with other people have involved fighting (which isn’t designed for people who can rotate their arms and legs 360 degrees, haha). It’s not really something he does much because he hasn’t seen organic people model that kind of behavior—although he did do it a couple of times when he was young and startled Luna, so he has a bit of a “hey maybe I shouldn’t reach over and backwards to pick something up from the counter behind me” reminder in the back of his head XD

-and as for food, eating it actually does give him energy! It isn’t needed to power his body, per se, since the crystal inside him can run indefinitely so long as it isn’t damaged, but he can absorb the Chaos energy from it and it’ll give him a little boost. He can work just fine without food, but he works even better with it. Of course, he doesn’t care what other people think (or he didn’t, rather), and he couldn’t be bothered with food, so he’s eaten very infrequently prior to spending time with his friends. Now, though, he usually gets an average of about one meal every 1-2 days, but his friends don’t know that he eats so little. If they did, they’d probably be trying to get him to eat more often.

[ashessartt]

I can’t stop thinking about this very specific scene that my brain has crafted so I thought I’d share. Elumax brainrot is real.

Max tapped her fingers against her thigh, rhythmically timed to the beat of “Running Up That Hill” playing softly in the speaker to her left. She sighed and leaned back, falling onto the soft pillows rested behind her back. This was the first day she was alone in her hospital room, only a few weeks after she had been awoken. After she had been saved. It had been 6 months since she fell under, since she- well. She didn’t need to think about that now. Not when she was alone; not when she couldn’t call for any help. 

She had always had someone with her since she woke up- at least one person. The nurses visited her pretty frequently the first week that she had come to, but the visits had ceased after she had proved herself stable. Sometimes Robin and Nancy or Robin and Steve would come in, come to check on her. Sometimes Dustin stopped by, with a new movie he smuggled from Steve’s work. Sometimes Mike and Will came by, if not just to give her some new tapes (Will had a really good taste in music- Mike did not). Sometimes Erica would drop by, either to just keep Max company or ask her if she needed something. She would always give Max the usually sass that made the younger girl Erica, but Max loved it when she stopped by. Erica had become like family to her. They all had. But the best days were the ones when the whole party would come. They would play some games, watch some movies, or just relish in the fact that they were all together again- all alive. On those days, Max felt normal again.

But most days, it was just Lucas and El. And Max could not be more thankful for the two of them. 

Lucas- he had read to her everyday when she was under. He brought her candy and movies and books- anything she asked for. He held her hand when she was scared. He reassured her that she wasn’t alone- that he was there for her. Max had fallen for him harder than she ever thought she could.

El- she had saved Max’s life. El quite literally restarted her heart. El had brought her consciousness back from the brink. She also had strung decorations up in Max’s room, brought flowers every other week, and found Max a new pair of sunglasses to wear when she was finally released from the hospital. El also got herself and Lucas a matching pair too. How could Max not fall in love?

Max tilted her head to the left, feeling the breeze of the fan also on her bedside table. Robin had brought it when Max said that the room’s circulation was shitty. She pulled the quilted blanket she had on top of the hospital sheets closer to her face; the blanket Erica brought that Mrs. Sinclair made for her. She closed her eyes and thought about how grateful she was, and how she relished the different loves she had. She smiled to herself. 

She thought of El and Lucas. Her mind often wondered to them- she couldn’t help it. She loved them. She had given up on hiding it. Why hide from something so beautiful? She prayed to whatever was out there, that they would be okay. That whatever it was would protect them. 

They had gone out today- all of them. To go into the Upside Down. To go and try to find more information on the situation. They thought it was safe; they thought it was better now then never. Max begged them to stay- or to sneak her out of this godforsaken room- but they had refused. El had to go, and Lucas wanted to keep her safe. 

“I’ve already lost you,” Lucas told her softly, holding her hand in both of his, “I can’t lose El too.”

“I can’t lose either of you.” Max replied, her voice wavering.

“I will take care of both of us, Max.” El put her hand on Max’s shoulder reassuringly, a tang of humor in her voice.

Silence.

“You both better come back in one piece,” Max said, tears threatening to roll out of her eye, “or I’ll go down there and kill Vecna myself.”

“We’ll be fine, Max.” Lucas said sweetly, pulling Max’s hand up and placed a kiss between her knuckles.

El kissed Max’s other temple. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Max could hear the smile in her voice. She pulled El’s head to hers and rested their foreheads together. Then, she turned and planted a kiss on Lucas’s cheek. 

Max felt the tears fill up in her eyes. God, she hoped they were okay. They had to be. She really couldn’t imagine what she would do without them.

There was a tap at the door. Max threw her head around fast enough to give herself whiplash. She’d be lying if she said that the sudden noise hadn’t scare her; she was so deep in thought she hadn’t even notice that the her song had ended. 

“Who is it?” Max spoke, loud enough so that whoever was at the door could hear her. There was no response, only the sound of the door opening. Then the rush of feet, moving quickly. 

“Max!” Lucas and El squealed in unison. Max smiled at the source of the commotion- she knew it was them. Ever since she lost her vision, she had committed their sounds to memory. The way the two of them walked, the way they moved, the way they breathed- it had all been committed to Max’s mind. It was one of the few things that kept her sane in this suffocating room.

They had run up to her- to their usual spots, Lucas on her left and El on her right- wrapping their arms around her, squeezing her to death as they always did. Yeah, these are MY people, Max thought to herself. She smiled into their shoulders.

They pulled back, if just enough to let Max breathe. Lucas grabbed her right hand with his left and put his other hand on her cheek. Max leaned into his touch as Lucas leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead. She smiled back at him, then turned to El, who had grabbed Max’s right hand with both of hers. They bumped their noses together- a ritual they had started before the Byers’ had moved away. El giggled, and Max couldn’t help but smile. El’s giggle could brighten up any room- no matter what. Max leaned forward and caught El with a kiss- sweet and soft. 

El shifted her hand to the side of Max’s thigh, as she leaned into the kiss. Lucas saw this as an opportunity and pulled El’s arm, making her fall onto Max’s lap. She let out a huff as she landed, making Max and Lucas snicker at her plight. El re-oriented herself on the bed, pulling Lucas down ontop of Max. He crashed into Max’s chest, knocking the wind out of her. They all laughed as they re-positioned themselves into their natural spots- Lucas on Max’s left shoulder, El curled up under Max’s left arm, El and Lucas holding hands across Max’s stomach. It was nice, their weight was comforting.

“I love you two.” Max spoke softly, only loud enough for her partners to hear.

“We love you, too, Max.” They spoke together, sweet and soft.

“We always will.” Lucas muttered, as he buried his neck further into the crook of Max’s neck.

“Mhm. Forever.” El whispered, squeezing Max tighter. 

Max took a deep breath and smiled as she nuzzled her nose into Lucas’s hair. She quickly thanked something- anything- for putting these two together on this Earth with her. This is what life was for.

[appleciders]

6, 8, 18, 19

beautiful flipped symmetry in these numbers bro thank u!

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

ooh, all the time i'm not sure, but i'm a serial bookmarker (LOVE to bookmark something) and i definitely do come back to stuff!! i'm having trouble thinking of names right now. there's just so so much incredible fic out there tbh. if you're willing to do some sifting, here's the full unfiltered (💀) list that's been growing since i was like 14

(oh wait: actually, just remembered one that i do come back to probably at least once a year, until the sun makes the hills its grave. i have no idea how i even found it, given that i only watched the first two seasons of the 100 and i'm missing half the context for it, and i don't know why this one resonates with me so much, but there's a certain kind of mood i get into where i love to reread it)

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

i haven't been writing too much at the moment! moving and life stuff has thrown a wrinkle in it. i've got a bunch of half-finished ficlets for bad sisters that i don't know if they'll amount to anything bigger, especially bc the response to the last one wasn't super interested. for in-progress projects that have been on new-hyperfixation backburner that i hope to return to, i've got my mary circle of magic au for wn and my lupe butching her way through domesticity fic for aloto

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

oh hmm. this chunk from housed as they are has been sticking with me all through this year, so right now i care for it a lot!

“Another part of me can’t stay here.” She tips her face toward Addison, almost apologetic. “Both hurt. But I love too many people to keep away from either.” “So go,” Addison says. “Go and come back.” Like the tide, Maggie thinks. Like the circulation of blood from the heart. Go and come back.

less seriously, i love a lot of the silly little jokes i made in this same fic lol

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

i wish i could give you a chunk from the prompt that's sitting in my inbox, because i do hope to get some wn brain soon to be able to fill it for you!! but here is some mary&lilith from the mary fic i mentioned in the meantime (with bonus shannon)

Lilith makes a face, entirely ungrateful of Mary’s prodigious restraint. She looks around. “Where’s Beatrice?” Shannon and Mary give her matching looks. “Still? Yanna’s hands.” Exasperated, Lilith appeals to the Living Circle god of healing. “One day, the pipes for the private baths will break, and she is going to have to bathe in the trough with the pigs.” Mary shrugs. “She might prefer that. Over you.” Lilith scoffs, splashing a wave of water at Mary. Mary slaps the water to spray her back. Shannon, caught in the crossfire, retaliates by shoving Mary off the bench. Mary grabs Lilith in her attempt to keep purchase. The two of them fall sideways in slow motion, Lilith’s vice grip clenching around Mary’s wrist. They surface, spluttering. “Oh, you–” Mary starts. “Shannon,” Lilith harmonizes. To any outsiders, Shannon would seem placid, at most mildly amused. To the two who know her best, she is utterly, unbearably smug. Mary looks at Lilith. Lilith looks at Mary. As one, they lunge, grabbing Shannon on each side and yanking her in. She lets them; she comes up laughing. All three of them are grinning, then, neck-deep, droplets of warm water hanging like clear beads from their faces. Lilith doesn’t even start a whirlpool, though, as she readily threatens, she could.

[theindietrumpeter]

Routine, Regimen or Ritual?

They all mean the same thing but they also mean different things to each of us. Routine: something we do regularly but flexibly - warm-up, long tones, flexibility exercises for example but we might use different books or exercises depending on how we feel. Regimen: feels a lot stricter, the word itself feels very militaristic - 0900 Lip Buzzing, 0902 Vizzutti Mouthpiece Buzzing, 0905 Frink Integrated Warm Up part 1 and so on. Ritual, however, feels far more spiritual, more reverential, more time-honoured.

We all have our routines, regimens or rituals in our practice sessions which we’ve either spent months or years honing or we’ve taken from our favourite book or we’ve been given by our teacher. For a number of years I had a ‘Therapeutic Daily Routine’ put together for me by Noel Langley, my teacher at the time. I also, after a lesson with Roger Ingram, use a pre-warm up stretching and buzzing routine that he gave me. I still use both now and again but not religiously.

I may talk about my practice routine (although one could argue it’s not practice if it’s a routine) in a later post but it won’t be today. This post is going to focus on routine outside playing, daily routines, that help keep us on the right path… we all have them, even if we don’t realise it, and I bet most of us feel a little bit ‘out of sorts’ if we don’t perform it.

I’m going to spend the next part of this post talking about what my routine is, how it came into being and what benefits it has for me:

I set two alarms 10 minutes apart but I don’t snooze either of them. That 10 minutes is where I roll over and (I’m not ashamed to admit it) I cuddle Mrs J. We don’t see each other a lot in the day so it’s a few minutes of connection - even if she’s still asleep.

The very first thing I do after getting out of bed is to go down the two flights of stairs to the kitchen, warm up Little Miss J’s milk and head into the garden to do some simple breathing exercises. I normally inhale through the nose for 4 seconds, exhale through the mouth for 6 seconds although I’ll sometimes inhale 4, hold 7, exhale 8. I find the fresh air and controlled breathing are great for my mental health (more on that later) and they start to build my energy levels up. It can also be quite invigorating if it’s raining!

Next, I complete my Duolingo daily quests - all three of them - to start engaging my brain. At this point it’s not do much about learning French specifically but about using language learning to improve my cognitive skills.

Following Duo, I use the ‘Balance’ app for guided meditation. It might be 10 minutes, it might only be 5, but it’s always there, focussing on positivity, loving-kindness or self-esteem depending on where my head is at that day.

Once I’ve woken my head up, it’s time to move on to waking up my body. After meditation I’ll jump in the bath. Sometimes I will have a really hot bath (benefits include improved circulation, enhanced mood and enhanced flexibility) and sometimes I’ll ‘Wim Hof’ it and have a cold (not quite ice yet) bath - I’m doing cold every single day of July - as this can improve mood, increase energy levels and increase focus and concentration.

Moving on, I do a series of stretches (I’ll outline these in a follow up post) followed by a 60 second plank and 30 squats to work on my core strength and maybe burn a few extra calories. My morning ritual concludes with a breakfast of at least four fruits (normally strawberries, grapes, apple and tangerine), some yoghurt - often with granola- and a mug of freshly ground black coffee (see my stunning photography below)

This ritual came into being while I was on Shared Parental Leave with Little Miss J and developed over the months into its current state. It was originally to help me to lose a bit of weight - or at least not put it on - and generally improve my health. I’ve adapted it to fit around work too. It’s really come into its own recently after I was diagnosed with depression - sometimes just getting through my ritual can stop a low mood in its tracks which can make a massive difference to my day, especially if I’m in the classroom.

Whatever your routine, regimen or ritual is, it will have its benefits for you even if you’ve never stopped to think about it. Perhaps that’s something you should explore…

While my routine isn’t centred around playing, it certainly impacts my playing - from building my core strength and helping my lungs to being focussed on what I’m practicing, performing or teaching - and there is a lot of value in that.

[jeonqkooks]

to my dearest beloved ♡ just like that, the tailend of summer is upon us. has the blistering heat been treating you alright? hopefully you kept yourself hydrated and fed to ward out fatigue. what have you been up to these days? has work been smooth? have you seen any movies or shows as of late? i certainly hope you've had time for yourself amidst the chaos of life, here and there.

i've taken the time to look through your blog to catch up the last little while, and remembered that you used to have a tag for me! i filtered through it and felt myself grow guilty since you left me posts and messages there that i hadn't seen -- i'm sorry for leaving you speaking into the void; for not answering your calls. i know it's not enough to respond now but for what it's worth, i'm eternally grateful you think of me and leave me behind notes for me to open up whenever i happen to swing by. i'll try to make up for a pixel of what you provide to me in these letters of mine ♡

you told me in a previous reply that you'll be going home in november! is that still the plan? how are you feeling about that? are you excited, nervous, a little bit of both? hopefully all goes smoothly by that time and you are greeted with love by your family. will you be staying long, for the visit? hopefully you also enjoy all the homecooked meals and mini adventures i'm sure you'll get up to. i've only ever gone to vn once in my life, when i was a tiny kid -- i don't remember much now. (other than the vendors selling bánh canh for breakfast and me burning my left calf on a motorcycle exhaust ;-; i still have the scar!)

as for about me the last little while, life has been dizzying but in a good way. (1) i've recently gotten promoted at work (*´︶`*) ! which is crazy to me, because i've only been working at my clinic for just over a year... i had maybe 48 hours of full-on freakouts about the matter, feeling the suckerpunch of imposter syndrome and anxiety, but it was ultimately my circle of those closest to me that encouraged me to take the position ;u; it's going to be a huge, HUGE professional shift for me but it will open more doors than i could imagine. i'll be biting my fist probably the first 3 months into this but! slow and steady!!! (2) truly entering the era of seeing friends getting engaged and going to wedding ceremonies, left and right. it's making me excitedly nervous of hoping one of my closest friends will pop the news one day too! (i will bawl my eyes out, rip me and my makeup.) my love and i have gotten to the point in our relationship where we freely say to each other things like do you think we could have that at our wedding too? and okay but a good portion of our budget should go to the food, duh HAHA many people are asking us when is our turn, as we're hitting 6.5 years in august, but we're obviously not ready yet -- and that's okay~ we got the roles down though, of who would organize/take care of what, since he knows how much planning helps me feel safe and secure (TヮT) (3) i'm optimistic of how my strained relationships with certain family members will pan out, since i've been actively going to therapy to help heal my inner child from feelings of abandonment and pressure of being the eldest girl. it's oddly taboo to talk about actually receiving therapy, despite it being encouraged all the time in modern day today; i always get a pitiful look whenever i tell someone in passing that therapy has actually been helping me the last two months. it makes me a little sad knowing judgment still circulates for mental health but i suppose it's more of a mental game for me to get over.

goodness, my letters are out of control in terms of length. i'm sorry for breaking your screen and possibly your brain, jen love. take your time with this -- and maybe you wish not to respond at all and that's okay with me too. just know that i'm thinking of you, wholeheartedly, and am sitting down with a cup of tea beside you for a chat.

i miss you, eternally. thương thương~

with all my love,

cee ♡

can you imagine the way i soared when i came back from making dinner to see this in my inbox.. every time you swing by i swear it makes my whole day :')

the weather has been so weird here lately. just last week i was feeling like a lobster being boiled alive lol and now it's so cold that everyone's busting out their sweaters and hoodies again. work is okay, altho i'm getting restless and i'm already on the hunt for the next thing 😰 one of my closest friends here (who's also my roommate) is moving away in a few days so i've also been thinking about moving to another country

i'm so behind on all of my shows bc i'm getting into TXT 😂 tho i did go and see Barbie yesterday and that was the first time i ever cried in a movie theater lol

i do mean it when i say that i miss you on tumblr a lot and whenever certain things happen, i just think "I WISH I COULD TELL CEE" 😂 i'll leave all my notes to you under your tag from now on hehehhee. but ofc please never feel guilty about not seeing them. i know my blog isn't the most organized space and chaos ensues here every day hahahaha, but more importantly i know you've got a lot of things going on and i'm just grateful that you're here in any capacity at all <3

the plan is still to go home in november! i bought my plane ticket back in may :D i'll only be there for about 3 weeks, which is kinda short considering i haven't been back since early 2020, but oh well. i had to coordinate with my sister so we could both be there at the same time (she moved to canada so now geographically she's even closer to you than i am 😂). from now on i'd like it if i could go back every year but we shall see how things turn out! i've been so excited about it ever since i got the ticket (tho i can't say i'm looking forward to the 16hr long flight) and i've had to start putting myself on a diet in preparation for three whole weeks of nonstop eating once i'm back home lol. believe it not, i have never had bánh canh in my 23 years on this earth 😂 am i failing my people 😂

congratulations on your promotion!! your friends have probably talked your ears off about this but you're so smart and hardworking and you deserve this so so much <33 i'm glad to hear that you've started therapy too. i know it's not a very widely accepted concept in our culture but it's a huge step, and i'm proud of you for taking it <3 every time you mention your beloved i just go :')) bc you two are so wholesome it's like maybe!jk coming to life 😂 happy 6.5-year anniversary to you in advance <3

you could send me a whole thesis-length letter and i'd still ask for more 😂 thank you for popping in and letting my july end on a happy note. love you and miss you always, thương thương ♡

[hxseok-honee]

sundress || part 33.5 [smut]

sundress [part 33.5] || “I love you” 

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Thursday, 10 February, 12:14pm

“We should have sex-”

“Good fucking lord, I’m going to pass out.” 

Yoongi paces the room, running his hands through his hair and tugging on the front of his uniform, trying to get some form of cool air circulating around his body. He stops short, yanking his phone from his pocket and opening the text thread with Y/n again.

Nope, it’s definitely still there. That one pesky message - Y/n proposing that they have sex. That they finally cross the biggest line they’d drawn when this had all started. The thought sets his nerves alight all over again, and he’s shoving his phone back into his pocket like he isn’t going to repeat this process after two more minutes of pacing.

“It’s fine, everything’s fine. Just calm the fuck down, it’s not a big deal. Just-”

Just your childhood best friend admitting that she wants to have sex with you.

Yoongi groans, throwing his head back as his thoughts keep him from relaxing. He has no idea why he’s this nervous. Well- no, he definitely knows. He knows it’s because it’s her. He knows that, if she were anyone else, he wouldn’t feel so affected. He knows that, if she actually does want this, he’s probably going to have a meltdown. Just the simple thought of having sex with Y/n makes his brain stall and his heart flip dangerously. What’s he supposed to do if she actually comes up here, if she actually follows him up from lunch? How’s he supposed to make it through-

The door creaks open behind him, and he spins around so fast that he almost trips and falls. Y/n’s standing at the door, one hand on the knob as she peers nervously over at him. 

They just stare at each other, the air between them thick with tension, and Yoongi feels like he probably should say something to lighten the mood. But as he’s opening his mouth to crack a stupid joke, his mind flashes back to what this moment might lead to. Back to every time this moment has crossed his mind, every painfully vivid dream he’s had about this. Every time he’s come so close to going too far, every time he’s almost admitted how much he wants her. How much he thinks about her at night and - embarrassing as it might be - how he uses his alone time in the shower. 

He knows she hasn’t been ready for this, that the idea of sleeping with him has overwhelmed her until now. It hasn’t been an option for them… but now it is. Now it is an option for them, and he honestly has no idea how he’s supposed to process that. 

“Yoongi…?” 

Yoongi blinks, coming out of his thoughts and focusing on the girl that occupies them, day and night. 

Y/n’s closed the door behind her and is standing in front of it, watching him anxiously. She smiles shyly when he meets her eyes.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to…” 

Yoongi’s eyes widen, and he shakes his head frantically, moving toward her.

“No- No… Sorry, I was just… lost in my head. But…” He stops in front of her, eyes flitting around her face, searching for any sign of hesitation. Any indication that she might not be ready for this. 

He doesn’t find one.

“Are you sure that… I mean, do you really want this…? I don’t want you to do something you might regret later…” 

At his words, Y/n relaxes visibly, a smile of relief tugging at her lips. Of course he was just worried about her.

“I thought you were the one having second thoughts…” 

Yoongi grins, overcome with adoration for this girl in front of him. He steps in, shaking his head as he takes her face in his hands. When he lays his lips on hers, he feels the tingle that shoots down his spine. And he knows she feels it too when she inhales sharply, her fingers coming up to rest on the belt loops of his slacks. 

They don’t go any further than that, Yoongi pulling back to examine her. She only stares back, face warming shyly the longer he looks at her. Shaking her head in bemusement, she smiles at him.

“What are you thinking about?” 

He stares a moment longer, trying to come up with something to say - anything that will reassure her that he wants this as much as she does. But all he can think about is how she would look underneath him, and he can feel himself becoming embarrassingly hard at the thought. So instead he says-

“I just… don’t know if I’m going to be able to hold back if we do this…” 

Well… it’s not what he’d meant to say, but it seems to do the trick. Because he watches as Y/n’s gaze loses its innocence, leaving nothing but desire in her eyes as they drop to his lips.

“You expect me to have a problem with that?”

There’s a moment of nothing, one where Yoongi’s just trying to register what she’s saying. 

And then, without another word, he’s slipping a hand behind the curve of her neck and pulling her in, smashing his lips to hers. She responds immediately, arms sliding up and around his neck to keep him close. He only steps in, forcing her back against the door as he kisses her with everything he’s got.

He can feel her hands snaking down the front of his shirt and back to his belt loops, but he doesn’t react until she’s pulling his hips flush against hers. A breathy moan leaves him at the contact, and he’s pulling his lips from hers, only to attach his mouth to his favorite spot under her ear. 

Reaching up, he cards one hand through her hair, pulling taut. When she moans in his ear, her fingers loosen their hold on him, but Yoongi’s not having it. His other hand slides down to her ass, keeping her pressed against him so she can feel how much she affects him. How hard she makes him.

Y/n feels like her brain is overheating - the sensation of Yoongi’s mouth on her skin as he presses into her is too much, and she’s not totally sure how she’s gonna make it through this if she’s already feeling this needy. It seems like he can maybe sense how she’s losing herself, because he pulls away at that moment. For a second, she thinks he might be giving her a break, but then he’s meeting her eyes, his own gaze burning hot.

“Get on the bed so I can show you who you belong to.” 

Y/n’s jaw drops, and Yoongi wants so badly to smile at how cute she is, but he manages to restrain himself, only cocking an eyebrow and waiting for her to do as he says. 

She does after a moment, but not before taking the front of his shirt in her hand and pulling him in for another kiss. She walks to the edge of the bed like that, keeping his mouth on hers until the back of her knees are hitting the mattress and she’s forced to let go.

When she bounces down on the bed, she realizes she’s managed to land herself in a very interesting position. Because Yoongi’s towering over her now, meaning she has great access to the quickly growing tent in his pants. She swears she sees it twitch when she stares for just a moment too long.

“See something you like, babygirl?” 

Y/n wants to roll her eyes at how corny that line is, but then Yoongi’s taking her chin in his hand, lifting her gaze to meet his. For someone so nervous not even ten minutes ago, he looks extremely confident standing over her like this, like he can make her do anything he wants. The realization that he probably could has warmth pooling in her panties, something that has her face burning. 

She only reaches forward in response to his question, never breaking eye contact, and makes quick work of popping the button on his pants. Just as she’s finished pulling the zipper down, however, Yoongi releases her chin, his wrist snapping as he slaps her hand away from where he wants her most. 

The resounding crack of his skin on hers has her gasping, and she finds herself pressing her thighs together when he leans down. His other hand comes down on her shoulder, roughly shoving her back on the bed until she’s propped up on her elbows. He presses down into the mattress as he leans over her, his gaze hard.

“You still haven’t learned not to touch me without permission?”

Y/n feels her resolve leaving her - as if she’d had any to begin with - and she whimpers an apology.

“Sorry… I just wanted to-”

“Wanted to what, Y/n? Wanted to touch my cock that bad? Are you that greedy?” 

Y/n groans, falling back on the mattress. The way he’s talking to her right now has her nerves on fire, her tummy flipping with butterflies as she watches him glare down at her. 

“Yoongi…”

His eyebrow twitches again, and his head tilts to the side. It feels like he’s mocking her, his gaze unwavering and full of fake concern. 

“I don’t think you meant to call me that, princess.” His smile is insulting, and Y/n wants nothing more than to open her legs for him. She’s deeply grateful that she’d gone so many years without seeing this side of him - if she’d known he was like this, she’s not sure that she would have been able to resist him.

“Please… Can I touch you, Daddy?” 

Yoongi’s smile widens then, and she catches a glimpse of the boy she’s always known. The sweet one who can’t help but be fond when she gives him what he wants. 

She hates that it only makes her want him more. 

Yoongi jerks his head up toward the top of the bed then, telling her silently to go get comfortable. She scrambles to do as he says, setting her head down on the mattress and spreading her legs to give him space. Her skirt falls up toward the top of her thighs, and she watches as Yoongi’s eyes flick automatically down to her panties. The smirk he shoots her lets her know that he’s seen the wet patch there.

But she doesn’t have time to feel embarrassed, because he’s immediately climbing on top of her, settling in between her legs and caging her in as he leans down to kiss her. His lips are searing hot, and Y/n almost reaches up to hold onto him. But then he’s pulling back and glaring down at her in challenge. She only pouts up at him.

“Please?” 

He scoffs, leaning in again and nodding once he’s got his lips on her again. He mumbles a response against her mouth.

“Only because you just can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself.” 

Y/n flushes, but it doesn’t stop her from carding her fingers through his hair, nails dragging against his scalp as she does so. He moans into her mouth, giving her the chance to push her tongue past his lips. Yoongi presses his hips into hers in response, and they both moan at the relief it gives them. 

Slowly - so slowly that Y/n barely notices - Yoongi shifts just enough that he can pull at the buttons of her shirt. His mouth never leaves hers, not even when he gets the last button and can push the fabric over her shoulders. Y/n helps him get it off of her, and then she helps him again when he reaches behind her and undoes the clasp on her bra with one hand, the garment loosening on her body before she can even realize what’s happening.

She doesn’t have time to process her clothes hitting the floor, because Yoongi’s immediately pulling away from her and dragging his lips down her chest. When he latches onto one of her nipples, his hand coming down to play with the other, Y/n’s back arches, and she moans loudly, not having expected him to move so quickly. 

She starts to pull at his shirt, desperate to undress him, but she can’t really do much once Yoongi catches her wrist in his free hand. He pins it to the bed roughly, going so far as to open his eyes and glare at her through his long eyelashes, never once backing away from the attention he’s giving her breasts. 

Only when she starts to really squirm under him, not even a few minutes later, does he pull away, staring down at his chest and admiring the way he’s marked her up. Y/n tugs at his shirt again, grumbling under him.

“I swear to god if you don’t let me take these fucking clothes off…” 

Yoongi smiles wide, his tough exterior gone because she’s just that endearing, even now. He lifts up to meet her lips again, not saying anything about how she pops the buttons of his shirt impatiently. 

As soon as it’s joined her clothes on the floor, she’s reaching between them, pushing at his slacks, still undone from earlier. They slide off of his hips easily, and he kicks them the rest of the way off. 

Y/n starts to unzip her skirt, but Yoongi’s quick to stop her, a sheepish grin sent in her direction.

“Keep it on?” 

Y/n huffs in disbelief, shaking her head despite the smile on her face. 

“You’re something else, you know that? What, you want me to leave my panties on, too?” 

It’s a joke, and Yoongi knows it, but that doesn’t stop him from sitting up and resting back on his ankles as he reaches under her skirt. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of her panties, smiling impishly when he sees the way her eyes widen.

“If you wanted me to take them off that bad, you should have just said so, baby.” 

Y/n props herself up, her gaze hot as she reaches out and takes the elastic band of Yoongi’s boxers in her hand. He stills, the action making his stomach flip nervously. 

“I’m ready if you are, baby.” 

She smiles mockingly up at him when she says it, but they can both see the nerves setting into each other’s eyes. The realization that they’re really going to do this. 

Yoongi releases her panties, letting his hands drift down to her thighs, where he rubs comforting circles into the skin there. His voice is soft when he speaks.

“Still sure you wanna do this? Because we can stop… if you’re not 100% sure…” 

Y/n sits up until she can rise to her knees, matching his height when she runs her hands over his chest and shoulders comfortingly. She nods, smiling at him sweetly. 

“I’ve never been more sure of anything… I trust you.” 

She always knows just what to say. Yoongi feels his nerves drifting away, and he nods back, letting out a sigh.

“Sorry… I guess I’m just nervous…” He knows she can tell, because he’s playing with the hem of her skirt, pulling at a stray thread to keep his hands busy. He looks her in the eye, an anxious smile tugging at his lips. “You kinda… make me nervous…” 

She blinks in surprise then. She knows that Yoongi treats her differently, knows that he’s always aware of her and what she needs. It’s because of that that she’s confident he would without a doubt take care of her needs, that he would never leave her unsatisfied. But she hadn’t realized that he might actually be nervous about it… 

“What are you nervous about, Yoon?” She reaches up when she asks, pushing his hair out of his eyes and cradling his face in her hands. He leans into her touch, closing his eyes as he relaxes into her. His palms spread warmly over her waist, thumbs kneading circles into her sides. 

“Just… wanna make sure that I do this right… that I make you feel good… that I don’t cum in less than five minutes…” 

Y/n snickers at his last comment, and his eyes fly open, a pout forming on his lips.

“I’m serious! I don’t want to disappoint you by finishing too early- I don’t even know if I have condoms!”

He looks panicked then, like he’s about to jump up and tear the room apart for a condom. Y/n just smiles widely, pulling his face in so she can kiss him before he goes on a rampage.

“Yoongi, I’m on birth control. My mom made me start going to St. Mungo’s after Christmas. You don’t have to worry about the condom.”

Yoongi looks shocked and a little embarrassed, both because he hadn’t noticed that she’d started taking potions and also because her mom totally doesn’t trust them… with reason, of course. But still, it’s a little awkward, so he doesn’t think about it too long, opting instead to listen as Y/n keeps talking him down from his incoming panic attack. 

“And I don’t care if you finish early. I’m not gonna judge you if you can’t last long - shit, I don’t even know if I can last long.”

He smiles then, shaking his head.

“It’d be kinda hot if you couldn’t last long, though…”

Y/n scoffs, eyeing him in disbelief.

“And you think I wouldn’t find it hot if you finished early? Imagine how big my ego would get - the Great Min Yoongi, dethroned by the best pussy he’s ever ha-” 

Yoongi throws his head back, his laughter echoing through their bedroom. Y/n loves to hear it.

“Okay, alright, I get it - Even if I can’t make you feel good, at least I can boost your ego-”

Y/n snorts, pulling him in for another kiss. She lets him guide them back down to the bed, glad that he no longer seems nervous. He pulls away after a moment, smiling down at her in embarrassment.

“Any chance in hell that you’re still wet after that slight detour?” 

She only tilts her head to the side and smiles up at him.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” 

Yoongi clicks his tongue, a breathless laugh leaving him as he leans in to kiss her. 

“You’re pretty smooth, you know that?” 

Y/n giggles when he mumbles the line against her lips, deciding not to respond and to let Yoongi take over once more.

He doesn’t disappoint, his playful kiss fading into something more heated. Pushing his tongue past her lips, he smiles at the way she arches her back when he brushes his thumb over one of her nipples. When she cradles his head in her hand, keeping him close, he lets his hand drift lower, lets himself enjoy the way her breathing gets heavy when his fingers start dancing beneath her skirt. 

And when he finally presses up against that pretty little wet spot he’d seen earlier, he lets himself enjoy the way she moans into his mouth, the way her legs fall open for him.

He starts slow, rubbing slow circles against her panties. He knows it’s going to annoy her, and when he turns out to be right - when she starts impatiently grinding down into his hand - he decides that his goal is to frustrate her until she snaps. 

He waits until that little wet spot turns into a much bigger wet spot, and then he pulls away from her mouth, smiling when she glares up at him. 

“What’s wrong, babygirl? Don’t like the way Daddy’s treating you?” 

Y/n rolls her eyes then, not realizing that Yoongi’s just waiting for her to run her mouth. 

“I’d be doing a lot better if you would just do a little bit more-” Y/n’s breath is cut short when Yoongi stops completely, lifting his hand and wrapping it around her throat with so much certainty that only then does she realize that he’s planned this.

“You wanna try mouthing off again?” 

Y/n feels herself clench when he whispers against her ear, and she’s letting out a quiet apology before she can stop herself. Yoongi only scoffs in response, releasing her throat in favor of sitting up and leaning back on his heels again. 

When he hooks his fingers into her panties this time, Y/n can’t find an ounce of doubt in his eyes. Seeing him so confident makes her squirm, feeling needy again.

Yoongi lets her panties drop to the floor, hands going to her knees and guiding them open. The way he stares down at her has Y/n shifting nervously, and she grows shy the longer he looks. But when she finally decides she wants to close her legs, one glance up at Yoongi tells her not to try it. 

Because he’s finally meeting her eyes now, gaze heated as he drags his hands up and down her thighs. 

“Aren’t you just the prettiest little thing?” 

Y/n feels her stomach drop deliciously - it’s unfair that he always knows exactly what to say to her. But he’s not the only one.

“I bet it feels just as good as it looks… Daddy.” She smirks up at him, watching as his eyelashes flutter at her words. 

Never breaking eye contact, Yoongi slides his hand up her thigh, brushing the pad of his thumb up against her clit. When she inhales sharply, he raises an eyebrow, a knowing smile growing on his lips when he does it two, three more times. 

He runs his fingers through her folds - he’s giving her a break, obviously - and watches as she squirms under him. But she never breaks eye contact, and he’s gotta give credit where credit’s due. 

As soon as his fingers are soaked enough, he rubs circles over her clit, growing rougher the longer he goes. Only when she moans his name does he relent, dropping his middle and ring fingers down to play with her entrance. 

“Feel good, baby?” 

He’s proud at how quickly she nods, so he dips his middle finger in, a reward for her good behavior. She clenches around him right away, and although he’d only meant to tease, he finds that he really wants to keep going.

Y/n feels her head spinning when Yoongi thrusts a finger into her, the sensation building when he curls it upward toward himself. She really doesn’t know how she keeps it together when he adds his ring finger, because the stretch has her moaning embarrassingly loud. He only smiles, grinding his palm into her clit as he fingers her. He does this a few more times, and she just knows he’s watching her fall apart, because the moment the coil in her stomach starts to tighten, he’s drawing his fingers out. She whines in annoyance, hearing him snicker above her. 

“Something the matter, princess?” 

Letting her eyes drift open, Y/n glares up at him, panting heavily.

“You know exactly what’s wrong.”

He only smiles, guilty as charged.

“I have no idea what you mean, baby.”

There’s a pause, and then Y/n’s squinting up at him, letting her foot slide forward on the bed. 

As soon as she makes contact when the front of his boxers, he’s hissing loudly, flinching away from her. He couldn’t possibly have been dumb enough to think she’d forget about him.

Y/n presses her foot onto his tented shorts, watching with pride as Yoongi’s jaw drops, his eyes rolling back for just a moment as he lets out a quiet moan. 

It doesn’t last long, Y/n’s ankle finally snatched up in Yoongi’s free hand as he glares down at her. She just smiles innocently up at him. 

“Seems like you might need a little relief yourself.” 

Yoongi cocks an eyebrow.

“Yeah? Got any ideas?” 

Y/n says nothing, only letting her knees fall open further. As soon as Yoongi looks down at her - as soon as he remembers how wet she is - he’s swallowing hard, hand coming down to palm himself through his boxers. 

Y/n sits up, pushing his hand out of the way and replacing it with her own. He inhales sharply, keeping his eyes on hers as he feels her grab at the band of his shorts. He lets her pull them down this time, shutting his eyes briefly at the cold air on his burning hot skin. Just that moment is enough time for Y/n to reach down and take him in her hand.

Yoongi slumps forward, forehead falling to her shoulder as a moan rips from his throat. He reaches blindly for her when she starts stroking him, taking her sweet time with torturing him as he grips at her waist. She’d given him handjobs before, and he feels like he shouldn’t be this sensitive to her touch, but he’s never been this hard before.

“Baby, please… please, I’m not gonna last long like this- Y/n, please-” 

Y/n relents then, hearing the desperation in his voice and deciding to cut him some slack. He sighs heavily, relaxing into her. 

“Fuck, that was close.”

The room is quiet for a moment, but Y/n never misses a chance to take a jab at her favorite boy in the world.

“Yoongi?”

“Hm?”

“Are you gonna fuck me, or am I gonna have to take care of it myself?”  

He doesn’t miss a beat, not even bothering to lift his head from her shoulder.

“I’d love to see you try to finish this yourself with nothing but those cute little fingers.” 

Y/n purses her lips, hating that her core already aches at the memory of his fingers inside her. 

“I guess I’ll just have to try until you decide to replace them with something better.” And with that, she leans away from him and falls back on the mattress, watching him scramble to keep his balance after she’d abandoned him.

She doesn’t even bother pretending like she’s going to touch herself. Yoongi’s already kicked off his boxers the rest of the way and is climbing over her, caging her in again. He leans in, pressing his mouth to hers in a heated kiss and smiling down at her when he’s done.

“You weren’t really gonna touch yourself without me, were you?” 

Y/n rolls her eyes in annoyance.

“I will if you don’t fucking do something already-”

She cuts herself off with a gasp, unprepared for the way Yoongi’s grinding against her, rubbing himself against her folds.

“You were saying?” 

She growls under her breath, reminding herself to give him a hard time later for not knowing when to shut the fuck up. She would do it now, but she’s growing increasingly distracted by the way he’s teasing her entrance. Her stomach bursts with a swarm of butterflies, finally realizing that she and Yoongi are about to-

The moan that leaves Y/n when Yoongi pushes into her would be embarrassing, but she can feel his fingers digging into her hips with bruising force, can hear the way he moans her name in her ear as he bottoms out. She doesn’t have time to feel embarrassed, not right now and certainly not with him. Never with him. 

“Yoongi, fuck-” 

He pulls out and slides back into her slowly, waiting until she’s ready before he lets go of his self-control. It takes a few seconds, but eventually, she’s squeezing his biceps and clenching around him, telling him everything he needs to know.

He thrusts harder this time, savoring the way she pulls him in for a kiss and moans against his lips. Rocking into her, he screws his eyes shut, overwhelmed by her.

“You feel so good, Y/n-” 

Lifting himself onto his elbow, he keeps kissing her, muffling her moans with his lips as his hips snap into hers. Her nails dig into his shoulders, and he can’t say he’s not excited to see how scratched up he is later. He wants to see it - wants to be reminded of this moment every time he looks in the mirror. 

Pulling away from her, he contents himself with just watching - watching how her back arches, how she throws her head back when he slides in at a certain angle. How she looks up at him, sweaty and panting and smiling so prettily when she whispers-

“I love you… love you, Yoongi…” 

Yoongi’s heart stutters when the words reach his ears, only worsening when he realizes that she’s just mumbling it over and over again, a mantra of his name on her lips every time he thrusts into her. His brain fills with that white-hot static he’s gotten so used to whenever she’s around, and he has no idea what to do except repeat it back to her as he presses his lips to hers. Feeling her everywhere. On his skin. In his head. In his heart. He feels her everywhere, hears her everywhere. He loves it, loves this. Loves her. 

Later, he’s not going to have any explanation for why this is the moment that he’s pushed over the edge. He’s not going to be able to understand why this is the moment that his hips stall, why this is the moment that he spills into her, moaning her name while she cries out for him, her own orgasm crashing over her as she clings to him. He’s not going to know how to deal with the feelings that’ll come after this moment, not even going to realize that she’s feeling the same things he is until much later.

But right now, he doesn’t need to know any of that. He doesn’t need anything, not when she’s here with him in this moment, fully and completely his.