#just something uplifting that I found in my drafts

[dropthedemiurge]

Clench your bleeding fist and try to swing – this wall is not the thickest, yet not thin. Spit the fire from your lungs and smile again, because the world does not deserve to break you, it just can't. Your soul have been through time and space, it grew like vine with thorns, and it's unstoppable in drying heat, unstoppable in freezing storms. You're fragile, holding on a thread of fate so red. You think the verge of death is fun to dance on. Still not dead, but skies are unforgivable, and yet if you cannot fly up, you'll crawl instead. You have a lot of burns, and scars, and messy mind – but every thing of it is what you are. And I would never have it any other way, you hear? Just show me what is in your eyes, reveal your fear, and then look forward once again. Just know that every single one of thoughts you have are dear to me. Just go, and live this life another day, and know that if you fall – you will be written in the history in any way. A diary of someone who's been here, who bravely smiled and fought. I look into the mirror, face you once again and nod.

Man in the mirror – 131 // 13.06.23

[miviaceleste]

A Blackrock Story: A Boy with Turquoise Eyes

Happy 12th Anniversary to Blackrock Chronicle!

This comic ended up being 47 pages long (when I first sketched it, it was only 20 pages long). Since I can only upload 30 images in a post, I had to combine 2 pages into 1 image so hopefully it's still visually fine and not annoying to scroll through!

I wrote this mini-story more than 10 years ago, so I figured it was time to finally make it into a comic (after editing the writing a lot because I became a much better writer since lol).

Be aware of the TWs, and I hope you enjoy this comic!

TW: Violence || Blood || Injuries/Scars/Burn Marks || Kidnapping || (Temporary) Death || Loss of Limb / Amputation

Thank you all for reading one of my most insane projects ever!

Now, here’s another long story:

About 8 years ago, my life became so busy that to stay on top of my studies and activities, I stopped watching a lot of YouTubers, including the Yogscast.

I’ve grown up throughout the years. I had to stop acting like a kid to figure out what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I’m still an artist today, but I haven’t drawn in this way for about 3 years to pursue my real passion. I love to draw, but I didn’t have the time or inspiration to make something grand.

About 3 months ago, I suddenly got curious about how all those YouTubers I stopped watching were doing, so I checked out their channels and watched a video or two before moving on. When I got to the Yogscast channel, on the other hand, I quickly fell in love with the new content and with everyone again.

It was insane to see how immediately my love for them came back. In 3 months, I’ve watched so many videos and streams/VODs. It’s all so comforting, funny, and uplifting. Clearly, I missed so much content in the past 8 years, but at least I don’t have to worry about running out of things to watch for a while.

What made me most happy was that despite changing a lot, I never stopped being that kid who laughed at the Yogscast’s shenanigans. It just goes to show that no matter how much the world tries to push you around, you never lose that sense of joy you had as a child.

Now, about Rythian:

Since I started watching the Yogscast in 2011, Rythian has always been my favorite. I loved his series so much, especially with how he got into character to give us an immersive experience. It was an escape for me as a kid. When difficult moments were thrown at me, I watched Rythian’s series to find a sense of comfort.

So when I started watching his and Zoey’s Blackrock series, my mind was blown. The storytelling, acting, humor, and drama of the series were so immersive and touching that my creativity exploded.

I mainly use art to express myself and my interests because I struggle to talk about it. But funny enough, Blackrock was the only interest of mine that got me to not draw, but to write. I wrote a lot of short stories about the series—even how I envisioned the series would end. I was so inspired to create all the time from this series.

And what’s crazy is that at the beginning of this summer, I found all of those written drafts and notes from when I was a kid. I kept them all for 10+ years and found a very loose (and not that good) draft of this comic and I felt really inspired to finish it.

It was roughly when I was first watching Blackrock too when I realized that I can be creative in the future. The Yogscast helped me understand that I can do whatever I want for the rest of my life. If they could do it, then why can’t I?

What’s also wonderful is that even after so many years, Rythian never stopped being my favorite. When I started watching the main channel again a few months ago, I immediately found myself rooting for him whenever he was in the group videos. I just remembered how much happiness he brought me when I was younger and it makes me so happy that I still get so much joy whenever I hear his voice.

While working on this comic, I watched all of Kirbycraft and caught up on Kirby Farm. I can’t help but smile the whole time Rythian, Briony, and Kirsty interact with one another. The dynamic of these three brings me so much laughter and comfort. A part of me is upset that I didn’t get back to watching everyone when Kirbycraft was still live, but better late than never, right?

I also originally started this comic without the intention of posting it. But then I figured, Hey, it’d be great to share it with everyone who’s also been impacted by this series and the Yogscast in general, so I made this blog to post it here. Honestly, I’m not sure when the next time I’ll be able to draw is (who knew building a career takes away a lot of your energy and time?). But I think that’s what’s so wonderful about my love for Yogscast and particularly Blackrock: I didn’t make this comic for the likes or views. It was just because I wanted to, and I’m so happy to see there are so many people on here who feel the same love for them as I do.

This series and the people who made it, along with the people who supported it and loved it and continued to love it, impacted me for the better. I learned so many years ago that I can be creative for a living, and have been working hard towards doing that since.

Happy 12th Anniversary to the Blackrock Chronicle. To Rythian and Zoey who put a smile on this kid’s face even during the toughest of times.

And to the Yogscast, thank you for being there for me when I needed you all the most and for still being here when I came back. Your ability to inspire me and make me laugh never disappeared throughout the years I was gone, and I’m ready to laugh some more.

[koisuko]

Can you do headcanons Mk1 male characters of Liu Kang, Kuai Liang, Tomas Vbrada, Bi Han, Shang Tsung, Havik, Syzoth, Rain, Kenshi and Baraka with fem s/o who has the power of the Scarlet Witch (Marvel) please?

Ooo spicy! I love scarlets powers so much, they are so sick <3 (a draft I struggled to finish, had a brain blank and couldn’t figure out most characters, sorry severe 🥹)

Tw: none, maybe blood or fear but that’s it, fem reader

Liu Kang

He had already known about your powers, given the keeper of time and all. You often kept your mind reading ability to yourself, for your own benefit, so you already knew that he knew.

He was your main support and guide in honing your abilities, bringing you to the monks for daily training. He was uplifting and gave you gentle praise constantly.

The monks, on the other hand, had never seen such power. They were fascinated beyond belief, and couldn’t help but look on in awe at your prowess.

Bi-han

Your power had intrigued him, brought him out of his shell enough to let you in before closing it again. His gentler side a stranger to all but yourself.

You two were an absolute unit of a team. Often mingling your powers together during battle, such as lifting him a little bit higher, creating energy to strengthen icy projectiles and what not.

You were valuable when it came to enemies of the Lin Kuei. An intruder in the base? He’ll have you interrogate them for information, whether that be straight mind reading or bending reality was entirely up to you.

And once the job was done successfully, he was right by your side to praise you for your work, in private mostly.

He could never really hide his feelings, with your mind reading and all, it was all right there on paper for you. Something troubling him? You know.

Shang Tsung

To him, you’d be quite the fascinating specimen at first meeting. Love is a bit of a bottom of the list fort of thing.

He was taken aback himself when he landed you as his s/o. And such a powerful s/o you are.

He almost considered using your love for him to his advantage. Just his little toy to manipulate and bend to his will, carefully of course, who knows how much damage you could do to him if you found out his plan.

Your power fascinated him, often taking you to his lab to watch you move various objects and terrify his subjects with waking nightmares.

You were a lethal weapon to him, and one he could use in his quest for realm domination and power. How afraid others would be of his loyal pet, breaking others with fear and pain with just a snap of his finger.

“Something the matter, my love?” You’d place a hand on his arm, breaking him of his deep daydreaming. He reply with his usual cocky smirk, “of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

He had it all planned out, except one thing he missed, a small but vital detail. You could read his plan every time he thought it up, his mind open and obedient to skim at your will.

Havik

Power, and liberation, were his priorities in life, no matter how extended his mortality would be.

It would be a surprise to many, including himself, that he even had a s/o. However, I surprised no one that he chose such a powerful woman.

He thought of using you, at first, but eventually grew to accept you. You two were a team, and you would help him more than anyone in liberating order realm.

Given his backround, your abilities likely wouldn’t strike him as strange. He would be fascinated by how someone seeming so delicate held so much power in the palms of their hands.

Syzoth

Fascinated, in awe to say the least. He is absolutely gobsmacked by the sheer control you have over such abilities.

He almost felt like he was in the presence of a goddess, and felt slightly inferior. You had to tell him to stop formalities and to stop treating you like he isn’t worthy of you.

His nerves were erratic, when the time came to show his true form. He was worried you would be afraid, or dislike that form. Boy was he surprised, and in love, when you accepted him regardless of his true self.

[inkyycapp]

how i think characters would react

if you got (very) hurt: adventure time edition.

tw/cw : angst, fluff, blood, violence, gore?, terrible story building, implied romance, fionna and cake spoilers, a lot of cringe, self-indulgence, character hcs, etc...

[a/n: this is very sloppy and rush as i made this between classes so it's half edited half not and not at all proof read. forgive me. thank you for the love on my last posts!! i wasn't expecting my adventure time hcs to get the attention it did, thank you so much!! i have finished fionna and cake(twice) so, my hcs might slightly shift a bit. at the moment. thinking of cross posting on ao3. reader is usually always gender neutral in all my posts unless stated otherwise. that's all! i'm open to requests and my dms/pms are open. thank you! new additions as well!! this is all i have, i'm sorry. a few more are in the drafts. please tell me if i missed anything tag and cw/tw wise! thank you.]

[holy shit, fionna and cake's finn. honka honka. i don't deserve a platform.]

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|| it all happened so fast. you could barely recall what happened. one moment you're up-right, after the next you're trying to pick yourself off the ground. your breathing grew more labored at every attempt, and the smell of iron hung heavy in the air. the warm liquid on your hands was a stark contrast to cold that began to wrack your body. it wasn't long 'til your vision faded to black, leaving only questions behind into your last fleeting thoughts. ||

finn.

(the favorite. my favorite.)

-the both of you were exploring an old cave. deep, dark, and damp. it was said to hold treasure far back into the cave, and out of curiosity you both went to explore. what you didn't know was that many people sought out that treasure. many dangerous people.

-going deeper into the cave, you and finn found the treasure, though nothing cool to take back except for a few cool rings. turning on your way out, with your back to the entrance, a sharp pain was felt through your body. looking down you saw the bloodied blade of a sword. you had no time to react as you were shoved off the blade and onto the ground. from there, it was a blur.

-finn would (violently) remove anyone involved. while brutal, he makes sure to end it quick--he doesn't have time for them when you're bleeding out on the ground.

-finn never stopped talking to you, even if you're asleep. it's always optimistic-- he talks about; new things he's found, friends he talked to recently, any new news, old and new stories, the next date he'll take you on, etc... he rambled hours on end in a one-sided conversation. it's how he copes.

-finn's trying to be uplifting. but, by himself he's a mess. he rarely stays at the treehouse because he's too restless. he feels weak, and unable to do anything. when finn's not at your side he's fighting through his feelings. finn had learned it wasn't healthy to use violence as his only outlet, but it makes him feel something that isn't the heavy stone in his chest when he sees you.

-he's a patient man, he knows you'll wake up soon. he just had to be patient. but after around a few days he doesn't want to be "patient" anymore. he wants you to wake up now. finn knows he can't make that happen, but it was a selfish want to keep himself going.

-when you did wake up, he was all over you. there wasn't a time when he wasn't with you, or at least in the same vicinity as you.

-good luck trying to pry yourself away from his arms. this man has fought monsters thrice his size for fun. even your prettiest please wasn't going to work, not this time. you almost died. you could've died and he couldn't do anything about it. those memories never left his brain basket, even when your recovery was going smoothly.

-very anxious about letting you tag along, but knows you'll probably go off on your own if he refuses to take you along. he feels it's safer to allow you to come along, rather than go off on your own. with him, he knows that at least this time he could do better. he won't ever have a repeat of last time.

-finn keeps you close during each adventure, even losing sleep watching the surroundings to be sure no one sneaks up on you. he will refuse to sleep, so you'd have to force him. please give this man all the reassurance, he really needs it. it won't stop his anxiety, or his fear of it happening again, but it puts him at ease. even if it's just a little bit, it helps, nonetheless.

-

fern.

-the green knight has plenty of enemies. of course, fern could protect himself, and you could do the same. however, even if you could protect yourself, there wasn't any chance to protect yourself getting jumped, and a dirty stab to the back. the most dishonorable way to lose to a foe. the amount of ever growing disrespect.

-he loses his shit. sure, he gets mad quickly, but if you were awake to see him like this: holy shit. he grows plentiful thorns, and poison flowers all over himself subconsciously. (he's actually very pretty like this.)

-he's livid, and you're not conscious to do anything about it. and that's just it, you're unconscious, bleeding out on the ground. fern couldn't quite process it just yet. normally you'd stop him from going too far, but you can't right now. that's supposed to never happen. he's confused and angry, and you're not waking up. you're not moving. so, he cuts down anyone involved in a quick motion. he doesn't care how brutal, as long as it's quick. fern wastes no time in picking you up (after managing the thorns and flowers) and taking you to doctor princess.

-fern can't stand seeing you like this. laying weakly on that hospital bed.

-if you think finn's not good at coping, fern is much worse. he doesn't even cope. he's just...there.

-he's so confused, and just shuts down a bit. like he's still there, he's still the green knight-- fern. but, he's just distant. not quite himself-- off.

-fern is unable to wrap his head around what happened to you, but he goes about his 'normal' life. he tries to just go about his casual life without you there, and he's just confused. it doesn't take long before he grows upset, allowing the rage to boil.

-'they used to do that.' 'this was their favorite color.' 'they were supposed to fix that.' 'they like bird houses.' everything reminds him of you. it's impossible to go a single day without a reminder that you're still unconscious.

-i think it gets more apparent when he's out and about as the green knight. he's more violent. but, he doesn't mean to be. it just...happens.

-he's likely not there when you first wake, but when he gets there fern's complaining about everything under his breath. but when he sees you up, that bed isn't just for you anymore.

-he's holding you close, with a firm hold and refusing to let go. he's scolding you for not waking up sooner, and complaining about how life without you was too different. he tried to be casual, but he missed you a bit too much.

-there is also no prying fern off of you-- a common thing between all of them. once you're up, there is no separating you both for a few hours at the least.

-fern is also hesitant about letting you rejoin him on the adventures, but as long as you stay close, and keep weapon on you at all times, he'll agree. but, all of your wounds-- every. single. one.-- had to be medically evaluated as ok, and no threat to your health before anything.

-

farmworld!finn.

(post crown -- pre fionna and cake.)

-he's in shock, not moving for a few moments. he knew why he'd be hated, or hunted down, killed even, but why you? why did they have to drag you into this?

-someone in the many gangs around the parts found you somewhere in the clearing waiting for finn. you both had previously planned a picnic out in a nice clearing in the woods. he was running late. but, once he found you bleeding out and onto grass, he's thrown way off guard.

-finn is quickly trying to pick you off the grass, trying to get you out of there, and dragging you back to his cabin. finn manages to tend to each of your wounds. though, the moment he's done, and you're in a stable condition-- he's leaving the cabin for a few hours.

-he finds whoever did this to you, and doing what he couldn't earlier. finn is driving in the same injuries they gave to you over and over again. he doesn't let up until he's in tears. finn knows that this changes nothing. he knows this won't make him feel better, but he needed to do something. anything. even if it's for his own sadistic pleasure to see the regret on their faces-- to see them like this. pathetically clawing at the dirt in an attempt to ground themselves through the pain-- trying to crawl away from his bloodied hands.

-(robot hand included.)

-finn leaves them with their lives(barely), and a warning before disappearing into the woods.

-he is struggling to cope. finn hold your hand in his abnormally cold one running his thumb over your knuckles. he's constantly checking in on you, and rarely leaving your side. sleeping, and eating could wait. after all that's happened with the crown, you're all he has left. he can't lose you too.

-he stays by your side as much as he can. finn knows he should probably take his mind off of...your condition and stay productive but it's difficult. the only reason the cabin is warm is because if it got too cold you'd start to shake. he makes food only because if you wake up you might be hungry.

-he doesn't know what to do for the most part, just waiting and hoping that you'll be better in no time. a fear lingers deep inside him that you'll worsen the moment he closes his eyes. so, finn stays up. there are times when he has passed out around the house, and when he wakes up he's absolutely terrified; running to check on you, checking to make sure your wounds haven't reopened, making sure you're alive.

-a deep seeded fear the you'll wilt away in his arms. it keeps him up at night-- it eats at him day by day.

-you're finally awake, but even then the fear doesn't fade. he's at you're every call so much that it begins to worry you.

-you'll have to force him, and i mean force him to sleep. you're ok, he's ok-- everything is ok. he can finally rest.

-he's just happy you're still there with him.

-

prismo.

-you? hurt? nope. not on his time watch. prismo has you out of the situation in seconds, without a scratch. he refuses to ever see you in any pain.

-though, hypothetically, if there's ever a time where you do get hurt, and your wounds cannot be fixed with his wish master magic, and he's "too late", he's not so well.

-you're on a comfy little bed in the wishing room, laying on top of him. your wounds are bandaged up, and cleaned, with your breathing finally stable.

-he never leaves you side once. (sensing a pattern in everyone.) it's either him, or a copy of him. when he's granting wishes to whoever manages to make it to his wishing room, he keeps you in the cube with a copy of himself to watch over you.

-tries to make small talk with your unconscious self...it doesn't go well. the owl visits more often only to lay it's eyes upon the slum prismo is in.

-the cosmic owl tries to ease the depression, though fails miserably. if jake is still alive; his visits, brings gifts, barber sessions, the whole mile for his other best bud. it does kinda help, even if it was just a bit-- but, he's greatful nonetheless.

-while he could be doing better, prismo is doing the best out of everyone to be honest(if jake is around). jake's visits have been more than helpful to this guy, and honestly without jake, he'd be worse than just a mess.

-when you wake up he doesn't believe it at first but he's ecstatic. there is never a time where he's not with you, talking your ear off on how horrible it was without you. and while prismo wants to contuine talking you to your grave, he can't deny hearing your voice after so long does wonders to him.

-bonus if jake's around and prismo's like "and i like...really miss her. y'know? like she's right there but she's not..." "no, dude, i get it..." "i'd kill just to hear her voice just once..." "...prismo..." "ah, shit now i'm hallucinating!!" "no prismo, behind you." "jake, don't play into my delusions!" "god dammit prismo." "YOU'RE AWAKE!? FINALLY."

scarab.

-this man is already insane. he already needs therapy. the anger issues on this psychotic man are insane.

-he loses all sense of morality(that he had left) but surprisingly holds off and tends to you first. by sending you back to headquarters for someone to tend to your injuries while scarab spends the next few hours tearing their molecules apart.

-honestly the worst out everyone. like, if he has a chance to off someone, they're going to die but in the most unconventional, painful, most gruesome way possible. he's....coping?

-at this point it's hard to tell with him, one moment he's rambling under his breath about annoyances, the next....he's offically lost it!!

-sadly he can't be at you're side at all times even if he really wants to, but with his job and all that. when given any chance he's right there next to you. he excuses this behavior as protecting you against anyone who might try anything, but in reality: it's just hard to stay away when you're like this. he wants to stay close even if he can't sometimes.

-scarab has difficulties with intimacy, so he finds it difficult to express his concern the "right" way. others see him as uneffected, and taking it too easy, but he is genuinely scared. he's scared that he loses the one person who can see him for what he is. an emotionally fucked up person who can't stand rule breakers.(joking).

-he finds holding your hand a way to ease the tension.

-when you wake up, he just sitting there, holding your hand.

-he's never letting you go anywhere without a weapon three times your size. of course he teaches you how to use it, but just because he wants you to protect yourself when he cannot. scarab views your injuries as him failing as a partner in more ways than one. he should've made sure you could protect yourself even when he couldn't.

-later on after your wounds have healed you're allowed with him on his missions. he denies being scared. reassure him anyways, he really needs it.

e/n: sorry prismo's and scarab's are short! first time writing them :')

[bitchlessdino]

hey, i’m back. recently i’ve been in my chanrot era so if you could please write a daddy kink chan smut i would really appreciate it. also thank you for the he mingyu smut, i was freaking out inside.-🎧

Pairing: bf!chan x afab!reader

Genre: smut, light fluff

Word count: 2.1k

tags: initial reluctance (lighthearted), blossoming established relationship, daddy kink (initially just Chan), slight degradation, reader has tits, mentions of voice kink, asphyxiation, wall sex, pussy slapping, unprotected sex, creampies, cumplay

Summary: You've heard of dadless behaior but what is daddy behavior? You found it unlikely that the answer would be right under your nose. Better yet, already balls deep inside you.

author note: hiii, I'm back. and what a way to be back than to finish up a dino request. SK was amazing, everything was new and exciting. I'd be happy to answer any travel questions or if you wanna just pop in my inbox, I’ll graciously respond. I missed you guys <3

P.s. to 🎧 bestie I’m so glad you enjoy Mingyu’s fic and I hope you enjoy this one too!

He had you by your throat, cock plunged balls deep in your cunt, slamming into your cervix with every calculated thrust. A pool of arousal soaked into your bed sheets as your shallow breaths barely escaped. His upper body weight pins you stomach down on the mattress and his gaze falls on you, emitting unadulterated power. Lost in the world he’s created, he feels you shudder beneath him while you desperately call out to him in your beautifully strained voice.

A smug smile hangs low from his lips. “That’s right. What’s my name?”

“Daddy?”

You sputter, coughing on your own loud laughter as your boyfriend stares back at you with an unamused face in part to your reaction. This was how you initially reacted to the request of his suggested name in bed, pale in comparison to the idea of a reaction Chan had in mind when he thought to bring it up to you. He could only huff in annoyance as you doubled over on your stomach in playground laughter.

“Come on. It’s not funny. Just say you’ll try it out with me.” He whines.

“You think begging is daddy behavior?” The teasing persists with tears in your eyes.

He sighs in relinquishment before pulling himself up from the bed, his bare torso feeling the draft of the conditioned air as his eyes glaze over in the direction of the shared bathroom. “Forget it.”

“Wait, Chan.” You stretch out your arm to claim his wrist in your grip. Your laughter falters seeing the genuine disappointment in his eyes, forcing you to render yourself to a calmer manner, aiming to uplift his spirits, “Come on. I’m just playing. Don’t be upset.”

He scoffs, “The love of my life is laughing at me, in my face, how am I supposed to take it?”

“I’m not laughing at you,” you pull him back onto the bed, “Just…daddy? Really?”

“Yes, really. It wouldn’t hurt to try once.” He says in an utterly soft tone, and you feel your hard shell melt all at once.

Chan is many things. A good friend, a doting boyfriend, and an amazing lover (at least from what you could tell since you only started to have sex recently). ‘Daddy‘ was…different from what you were used to, and frankly just seemed uncharacteristic for Chan.

“Aw, love,” you run your hand through his hair, those pretty eyes looking back at you in a brew of longing and lust, “You’re so sweet and sexy as is. It’s…overdone. Why would you want to be called something like that anyway?”

“I’m curious. I mean…your voice is so pretty I wanna hear how you say it.” He whispers, and that alone causes whatever is in your stomach to do flips.

You roll your eyes in defeat, a love-struck grin on your face, and tug his arm to have it buried between your exposed breasts, their warmth causing a flutter in Chan’s chest. You tuck your chin on his shoulder, looking at him wide-eye, batting your lashes at him in keen interest. “Well. If…daddy…could tell me what this entails, I may just be a bit more interested.”

He digs his teeth in his bottom lips, pleased, and takes a hand to the side of your jaw to trace over it. His soft baritone voice drops an octave and his eyes narrow at you, “It can be whatever my baby desires.”

Your eyes glint from the reflection of the sun peaking through the bedroom window and bouncing off the vanity mirror. The corner of your lips turns up in a small smile, “How would me calling you daddy make things anymore different from what we already have?”

His hand smooths over from your cheek to trail over your shoulder and settles on your hips beneath the sheets. He presses his smile against your forehead, ghosting over your skin to do the same to the tip of your nose, just as delicately, and finally tucking them in the pillowy texture of your lips. You purse your lips to deepen the kiss, but he kisses you just as swiftly as he pulls away. He watches you through his heavy eyelids, seeing how your lips twitch at the loss of his presence, silently laughing to himself.

“Cute.”

How quickly he takes you by surprise by slamming back in the sheets, your eyes shooting back open immediately, heart pounding out of your chest. His hips gradually dip into yours, the outline of his bulge imprinting into your thigh, and you feel one of his hands creep down to the thin fabric of your underwear. A corner of his lips perks up feeling your anticipation soak through and create a thin film between the pads of his fingers.

“Wet? So early? I hardly done anything.” He snickers.

You let out a small whine, hand cupped over his cheek, thumbing its texture, “Can’t help it…daddy.”

He rubs into the fabric, tracing along your slit repeatedly until both his middle and index were evenly coated, your hips shifting beneath him, helplessly under his control. He hears how your breathing got more irregular.  A shift of focus is obvious within you and you could only do one thing at a time; breathe or enjoy the show. Lucky for you, he’d make it an easy choice.

“Well,” he draws his face close to hover over your ear, smiling wide as he says, “too bad you don’t get to cum.”

He pulls his hands away from your body, sticking his fingers in his mouth and retreating to the bathroom giggling. You sit up from the bed in disbelief, throwing the covers back on your body, “Chan! Really?”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have laughed.”

Chan would be proud to know that you were eating your words. He was all you could think about for the rest of the day. His eyes and their allure, then his arms and their strength. You craved his attention, crossing one leg over the other, suppressing your innermost desires of him feasting on you like thanksgiving dinner. The hours of the day would drone on, and you were counting the second of every minute until you’d finally be reunited back home after a long day’s work. 

You needed it, especially from that morning, which would only replay countless times in your mind. Heat running to the apples of your cheeks remembering his musk, you felt a teenager again thinking about their crush as they passed the hallways. It seems as though he was no better as his hands were immediately on you the moment you greet him. Your hips parallel to one another, your wrists pinned above your head against a wall, and his heavy breath ghosting over your jaw. The scene brought a familiar shiver down your back, like a return of an old friend.

“Well, don’t you look pretty?”

The shape of his cock knocks at the surface of your core, gripping your wrists single-handedly, and drawing shapes on your skin with his lips, feeling you swallow from the base of your neck.

“Daddy, please…”

“What,” he taunts, tightening his grip, “what does my baby want?”

You gulp, “Fuck, daddy. I want you so much.”

You spoke from the pit of your stomach, clenching your abdomen as he presses up against you closer, already unbuttoning the top of your slacks. 

“What a dirty mouth you have.”

He abrasively tugs them off you, hands slipping underneath your underwear and feel proof of your words. “Fuck, you weren’t kidding.”

The obscenities that’d leave your lips the moment you felt his middle finger dip inside your warmth made Chan prideful. His eyes bore into yours while his fingers worked inside you, slightly lifting you off the ground.

“God, I could fuck you here and you’d be happy about it, wouldn’t you?”

He pours every ounce into his hands, your body uncontrollably sliding erratically over the wall, “Mmh, daddy, yes.”

“Such a good slut. All for me.”

He fucks into faster, the spillage falling to even down his forearm, you achingly gorgeous sounds of pleasure playing surround sound in his ears. He muffles them against his lips, hiking up your legs to embrace him as you leverage against the wall behind you, thrusting his still-clothed lower body into you. God, he wants to fuck you like a used-up rag doll.

“Fuck, daddy…you fingers…”

He slowly their pace, pumping them at controlled force in every interval. His sweat-damp hair reached his eyes, meeting your dumb-fucked gaze, “Yeah, yeah, they good?”

You choke on a breath as you feel him thrust inside deeper, “F-fuck, yes…”

You vibrated around him and he knew he couldn’t take it anymore. He holds you to the wall with his upper body but soon bares his lower body. His length teases your slit before his fingers flick at your pussy so suddenly, causing you to wince with a soft moan to follow.

“You think you can take me up against this wall, like a good little slut? Hmm?” He slaps them again. 

“Mm, daddy, please. I want it…I want your cock in me…”

A smug grin takes over before he watches it swallow inside you, pushing his filthy fingers in your mouth, defiling you in both his favorite ends. He drags his mouth over your nipples, hard to the touch, and readily available after your top was the first thing you undressed for him before he put you in such a situation. Squeezing them in a free hand, he mouths over it starved, flicking his tongue and sucking as if he was raging with thirst. 

His hands were now knuckle-deep in your mouth, hips lacking in remorse, and your gasping for breath would otherwise be concerning, but in this case, indicated the ravenous sin that took over your body, coating your tongue with your taste. He takes out his hand to wrap them around your throat, watching the sanity leave your body as he fucks you until pure submission. You were more object than human at this point. Yet, you felt so alive.

Your body was not used to something like this. You felt flushed at the touch, ecstasy mainlining in your veins, screaming a name you wouldn’t even say in your dreams, now rolling off your tongue like water flowing through a river. “Daddy, daddy, daddy—”

“I’m right here baby…You’re taking me so fucking well,” he groans.

“Daddy, more, daddy…”

“More? More?” He teases.

“Please daddy.” You spoke from the depth of your throat, feeling him return with more speed, knocking your ass back into the wall.

A manic smile spreads across your face and you gasp out in excitement, clutching around him until you could feel your eyes roll in the back of your head. “Yes, fill me, daddy. I want my pussy full of your cum.”

“You know just what to ask for, hmm? You want daddy’s load inside you?”

“Yes, daddy’s cum, please…”

Chan was growing tired but not of you, never of you. “You think you’ve been good enough for me to deserve it?”

You nod rapidly, “I’ve been so, so, so, so good. I want it. I deserve it.”

“Okay, well you better hold on tight. I have no plans to give you mercy.”

He takes either one of your legs to his side and you oblige, holding on to him as he delivers his promise. Your head knocks back into the wall rhythmically with no delay. His lips plant against yours naturally, harshly claiming your kiss and chewing on your bottom lip to sustain his momentum. Your hands ran through his hair, over his back, clawing at his ass; your orgasm wasn’t far along your path.

Your hips jerk against him, clenching his full length in your walls, vibrating to the kiss, unknowingly dripping so far past his thigh until practically reached his knees. He follows soon after. Thick warmth paints your insides one coat, a second coat, and then a third, but does not stop the man from pushing it deeper back into you, spilling into the floor without a second thought.

He ruts into you until you’re spent, which seems like it’ll never be the case at that point, and even carries you to the bedroom to use you again and again. Chest to sheet, your head being held up by his hand on squeezing the base of your neck, and your ass in the air fitted against his cock and torso. You could practically hear the echo of skin slapping and human suction bouncing off your walls. His stamina felt endless and you loved every restless second. As did Chan, realizing your answer to his questions and demands was a joy like no other.

“Ask again. Do you find this to be daddy behavior?”

“Yes, daddy.”

[stashandtell]

Nobody Asked For This: My Rankings of the Hermione x Weasley Ships with REASONS

I drafted this weeks ago and had set it aside with no clear plan to publish it. Then, after a stroke of 2 AM genius this morning, I wrote a piece called Ranking the Weasleys, (to be posted on 19 Sept 2024 in honor of Hermione's birthday) and it seemed like a great time to finalize this post and share it. Feel free to tell me your rankings in the comments, be it your list of the fittest Weasley as you find them or your ranked-list of pairings with Weasleys, whatever you fancy to share. Enjoy! - - - - I made a loooong post with recs for each of my top Hermione/Weasley ships that you can check out here. Read Ranking the Weasleys or see the related post where I talk about writing Ranking the Weasleys and I share just a few initial thoughts on the fetishization of war wounds in the fandom here. - - - - I've recently dove into the world of Hermione x Any-Of-The-Weasley-Brothers pairings, which is what happens when you're burnt out on the regular ships you read and looking for something more. Personally, I'm surprised I gravitate towards so many Hermione-focused pairings, especially het pairings, but that's just what I've been into lately. I hadn't considered pairings with her and any of the Weasleys until someone recommended Charmione fics in a thread for Theomione. Once I dug into the fandom's characterizations of the Weasley brood and had a better sense of who each of them were on their own, I found I really like many of these ships, some more than others. The rankings of my top-three rotate pretty regularly depending on the last great fic I've devoured. This is a snapshot of where things stand today but it could move around. Before we dive in, I've preview my rankings and the major themes of the pairings in the most popular fics shipping Hermione with a Weasley. 1. Bill: Wolf-ish Daddy 2. Fred: Uplifting, Fun, and Romantic 3. Charlie: Sexy and Rugged 4. George: Growing Through Grief 5. Percy: Acceptance of Self, Also Rules Daddy 6. Ginny: A Firecracker and a Friend 7. Ron: Angsty Best Friends-to-Lovers 8. Gideon or Fabian: Time Travel AU or Ghost Lover(s) 9. Arthur or Molly: I haven't read these ships so they're going in the bottom of the list. I'm not opposed to reading these pairings but there's already such a trove with all the brothers in my tbr list that I'm not sure I'll ever dive in. 10. Weasley Progeny: I haven't read any of these ships. I have not read many pairings that include anyone dating their friends' kid in the next generation. (Though I have read a small number of fics pairing characters like Hermione or Ginny with older characters like Kingsley or Sirius...shoutout to the older/younger Nottcissa ship.) 11. Aunt Murial: Technically she's a Prewett but I think I would be into a Murmione ship if we got there. So far nothing comes up on AO3. - - - - 1. Billmione: What I love about a Hermione x Bill dynamic is his position as oldest-sibling and caretaker. If the author has resolved the relationship with Fleur as one that has ended in divorce or death, that extra element of emotional tenderness really can push the story to complex depths. I also find it interesting to see how writers engage with Bill's hybrid/half-werewolf affliction. I'm hard-pressed to really fall in love with any Billmione fic where their relationship starts pre-Battle of Hogwarts, though I do get it. I personally enjoy stories that can be canon compliant so I want to see how the Fleur issue is handled. I also find that with such a significant age-gap for that developmental stage of teenager-dom, (not like Fleur was THAT much older than Hermione but still...), it's incredibly rewarding to see an older Hermione that brings some kind of life experience to the relationship so she can be more equal with Bill.

In some of the fics, especially a few of the multi-Weasley, reverse-harem style pieces I've finally started reading, Bill's older-brother position and wolfy streak create the core dynamic of the group.

I'm not the biggest fan of the multi-Weasley pairings with Hermione but what I loved most in the standout fics are the group dynamics and individual roles that come out. Hermione can be incredibly stubborn and independent on her own and it's always interesting when she's in opposition to Bill to see how the others in their relationship choose sides.

- - - - 2. Fremione: On it's face, I don't even know if I like this ship all that much but I keep finding myself suckered in. I suspect a big part of it is that it hits me in the sentimental feels. My inner-teen just loves a Hermione x Fred story that traces their young love to whatever conclusion the author brings it to. Even if they get together when they're older and Fred lives through the final battle, they both usually end up with a friends-to-lovers scenario that's full of light sweetness and sometimes romance.

There are some truly fantastic works in this ship and I go 50/50 on whether I prefer ones where Fred lives or not. Depends on my mood and the tone of the story I suppose. There are very few stories in this pairing that I haven't enjoyed and the element of pranking really can make shorter fics fun.

I REALLY enjoy past Hermione/Fred relationships being included in fics where she looks back on their love fondly while she navigates new relationships, sometimes with one of his brothers. Fred is often portrayed as a goof, which seems to encourage authors to consistently write a more engaging and dynamic version of Hermione instead of following some of the fanon's (beloved by me as well) personality tropes/traps of her being insecure, slow-to-assert-herself, angry-broken-or-both and etc. His character brings out some of her best qualities consistently across fics, imo.

- - - - 3. Charmione: I quickly realized when I started reading Charmione fanfics that I do not give a shit about dragons but deeply wish I did. It's a cool plot device and part of the world to hang out with but it's not for me. Tons of appreciation for writers who have thoughtful plot lines and research interesting medical maladies-- but it's hard to hold my interest. (A million kudos when a dragon-centered fic does though!) The Reserve is usually full of original characters, which is fine, but I find myself less invested in the story if we don't know much about these OCs to build out that world.

I often find in the dragon-reserve heavy pieces that I was getting part-way through were objectively GOOD multi-chapters but I kept stalling out in favor of reading something else. Usually whenever there's a Hermione that ends up at the dragon Reserve, she's characterized by her unyielding passions for creatures' rights, spurred on by house elf and werewolf activism. Those are interesting characterizations for her but they just don't keep my attention. That said, I have yet, to date DNF'd any Charmione work so clearly it's not a huge imposition. That said, Charmione is in the top third because there's so much that can be done with this character. I've read a number of fics where Charlie is ace (asexual, demisexual, etc.); where's he's inexperienced because he's married to his job; where he's "too free-spirited" and very experienced; where he's enthusiastically bisexual; where he's not interested in marriage; where he's pining over Tonks; and so much more. His sporadic attendance at family holidays and the ability for Hermione or others to visit him on the Reserve lends to great plot opportunities.

- - - - 4. Geormione: I haven't been around long enough to fully understand why Fremione is a more popular ship than Geormione, but here are some observations: - Fred is portrayed in the fandom as the more loveable, airy goof while George tends to be painted as the more serious and quiet of the two - Generally, in the canon, Fred speaks more than George, from what I've been seeing, as I notate up my secondhand copies of the books - Fred's death or, depending on the fic, brush-with-death, is ripe for the reimagining of his relationships and personality - According to internet gossip, Hermione with Fred were considered for pairing in the canon originally but it didn't suit the overall plans for the series. Source for this can not be verified but it's come up in multiple places. I believe this contributes to the numbers: Fremione has 2182 works and Geormione has 548 works on AO3, as I draft this. All that said, George is usually characterized as the quieter and possibly more serious twin. He might be more shy than the outgoing Fred. Post-war, he often mourns the loss of his twin brother, his best friend, and his sense of himself as part of the pair which can, frankly, be kind of a drag if a writer is looking for a pairing to write a hot romance about. (Not that people can't be sexy or have healthy sexual relationships while grieving!) However, when works take the journey to establish Hermione and George, it's often incredibly rewarding. It tends to feel like Fremione with the temperature turned down on the lightness and has the ability to go deeper into any darkness that needs to be explored. I do love a Geormione but there are statistically fewer works out there than some of the other pairings, thus it's earned it's spot mid-tier. - - - - 5. Permione: There's not much to say because there aren't that many longer fics with this pairing written and most times it's tied to a Hermione x Multi-Weasley scenario. This gets the 5th and some days I would rank it higher because there are worlds in which this is the actual correct pairing of all of the brothers, based on what we can surmise from the canon.

A swotty, uptight prefect-turned-Ministry drone with a regretful heart of gold, Percy's guilt over abandoning his family and Fred dying before him is well-matched for how many writers imagine Hermione's coping with the aftermath of the war. Hermione would have known him during some prime formative years and knows he'll date muggle-born or half-blood witches, a la Penelope Clearwater. It's easy to dismiss Percy as being "not fanciable" if you don't read this ship but some of the writers out there make a compelling case for him, particularly when they make a logical transition from his personal fastidiousness to him seeking to play with control and BDSM elements in his private affairs. I love a good Permione piece. He's often positioned as the conservative punching bag of the family and it's a thing of art when a writer makes us root hard for him.

- - - - 6. Herminny: I haven't much of anything in this pairing yet. Truthfully, I've been holding off on it because I'm sure I'll do a deep dive once I start. It shouldn't come as a surprise that I've read almost no Harmony works either. I love a F/F fic but tend to read in waves and I've been working my way through the Weasley brothers pairings (when I'm not refreshing for Nevmione and Theomione works.) If you have any excellent recs for Herminny or other pairings name, please drop me a line! The reason Herminny is above Romione is because I love many of the fanon characterizations of Ginny in all the other fics I've read, especially when she's mischievous, cheeky, in tune with her sexuality, and ready to take on her own adventures in the world. The ones I have read where she and Hermione have been together were lovely but most were very short fics in collections. - - - - 7. Romione: I read A LOT of Hermione-centered works and authors very often find a need to resolve the young romance with Ron or use him and their relationship as a catalyst that propels our heroine down a path into the arms of another man. I can honestly say that I have read ZERO Romione endgame fics to date, and that includes one shots AND drabbles (~100k words or less.) WILD, right?

I really enjoy angst and Ron is one of the punching bags most often leaned on by writers. One of these days, I'm going to go on a Romione bender as an offering of penance to his character for all of the times I rooted against him in every other fic.

- - - - 8. Lowest Tier: I have never read a Hermione x Molly nor an Hermione x Arthur fic, and while I'm not fundamentally opposed, I'd be flabbergasted to find either pairing beating Romione. I'd much sooner read an Arthur/Molly fic than one that ships either with Hermione because that's just where I'm at right now. I'm happy reading works that aren't smutty in any way but damn if some smut doesn't help along a work that really isn't capturing my interest. While I love when I see versions of Arthur and Molly who are loving friends and/or parental figures to Hermione, the angst-lover in me doesn't mind a solid bashing of either of them and it's hard to get that out of my head. As for the other possible pairs with Hermione and Gideon, Fabian, Murial, or the children of the other Weasleys, I'm just not well-read enough in any of those pairings to have an opinion. I literally only started reading Marauders-era works two weeks ago (and really ONLY well-known Wolfstar fics so far.) A Note About Fleur: One character who's excluded from this list is Fleur Weasley nee' Delacour. I've only read triad- or multi-Weasley fics that put Hermione with her and Bill. While I do love a Bill/Fleur/Hermione work, it seemed disingenuous to rank Fleurmione against the others with what little I've read. That and I'm so clearly jazzed about a Billmione where Bill's free-and-clear to be with whoever, that my ranking of Fleurmione would be heavily biased.

[graceshouldwrite]

How to Finish Your 1st Draft (underrated tips!)

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Hey y’all :) Thought I’d revisit this topic because I have been writing later drafts and revision for the last 2 years—the last time I first-drafted was literally in 2020. I started first-drafting again late last year, and am still doing so this year. 

I’m still rediscovering my plotting/plantsing process, and thought that a refresher would help me, too. I hope you find this post somewhat useful (and that these tips aren’t just for delusional people like me)!

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1. Find your dedication

The dedication is so, SO underrated—many people think of it as just something you slap on after you’re finished the book, but I like to see it as also one more reason why you’re writing it. 

Maybe you wrote a book featuring a found family group of kids from slums because you yourself grew up in those conditions, or you know/sympathize with people who did. Making sure that readers facing a similar situation will feel uplifted when they experience your book could be something that motivates you to finish. 

For example, my working dedication for my current WIP goes something like this:

To anyone who has yearned for more and failed—all the part-idealist, part-pragmatist, ambitious, “average” kids who will “never amount to anything more,” I’m betting on you. Keep burning those dreams for fuel.  Cling onto them whenever you feel like you will become anything but great. Until you stop betting on yourself, it’s not over. 

As someone whose often struggled to fulfil my own visions, despite having a grand plan for my own future, I—like anyone else—have encountered lots of obstacles and learned to survive on my own. We’ve all learned resilience. 

This dedication reminds me who I’m writing for: myself, and anyone else who identifies with it. I hope that my book can inspire readers on the cusp of giving up. I hope this book can provide readers on their sigma male grindset with a thrilling rush that spurs them on even more. 

Whenever I feel unmotivated, this is where I go. And, for the most part, it works! 

(Of course, you can treat your dedication as a “work” of its own. Feel free to keep revising it and editing it until you’re happy with it)

2. Look at fan art

It can’t just be me who looks at fan art and gets inspired by specific poses or scenes and then adds those scenes into my book. Come on. 

Pretty straightforward. Just search up “fan art for _____,” fan art for a specific fandom you’re into, or even “character scene/pose ideas” on Google or Pinterest. 

Personally, I like doing this more than browsing those “book idea” posts that are followed with actual text explaining the idea—looking at art with little to no text can force you to do the work in describing the scene, pose, or character expression. 

These scenes tend to help you be specific, creating memorable scenes for your readers. Examples of inspiration I’ve taken from fanart is: 

A firework kiss scene

“I got your back!” type trope, where two or more characters fight back to back. IN THE RAIN! 

Gunfights! 

One character running away while slinging the other across their shoulder

Characters having fun at a festival while wearing flower garlands 

When you’re writing, this can motivate you to get to X scene faster, or to finish your book faster so readers can see your characters doing X thing. At least, works for me! 

3. Find ONE specific writing buddy 

Yes, the writing community is GREAT. But, it can feel a bit detached if you’re always only sharing progress with your large group of followers, instead of someone who knows your WIP inside out. 

Find one person or a small group of specific people. Tell each other EVERYTHING about your WIPs. This will feel a lot more personal, and specificity can also help you finish your book faster when they tell you to “finish writing this chapter to get to this scene!”, or when they hold you accountable to a group writing goal. 

You can also all form a group chat with daily progress motivation and trackers. Personally, NaNoWriMo forums are great for finding people to just overshare your WIP with and motivate each other. 

This way, you guys could also peer review your works periodically. Having another set of eyes on your draft—even when it’s not finished—could give you lots of ideas and guidance on plot direction, characterization, prose, etc.

4. Braindump while listening to a song / playlist

Write to the vibes. Literally just that. 

Are there any songs/playlists that really resonate with you or your WIP? Just play it, maybe even on loop, and type ANY ideas from prose to dialogue to scene ideas and themes. 

It could literally just look something like this (there is some purposefully bad writing just for this example): 

Listening to: [title of your song or playlist]

A: Never thought I’d see you again. B: I know you missed me. *sneer* (Dialogue snippet)

omg they bump into each other on the street and she spills her beer on him and her best friend senses the chemistry (Scene idea)

rivals to lovers (Trope idea)

SILK DRESS. FANCY CLOTHES. YES. (Character design idea) 

overcoming your greatest fear!!!!! (Theme idea)

It’s that easy. You got this, soldier. 

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I HOPE THIS HELPED ANYONE!!! Writing this definitely helped me LOL

Let me know if you have any questions through responses, re-blogging, or DMing me at @ grace_should_write on IG.  

Happy writing, and have a great day!

- grace <3

[mtreebeardiles]

WIP Whenever

Got tagged by @solstheimtxt -- many thanks! Gonna tag let's see @theoriginalladya @tiny-banana-time annnnd @bluerose5 -- only if ya'll want to, of course!

Gonna slap this very, very rough draft under a cut since it's Baldur's Gate 3 and idk who's played or how far along etc etc

Some general voice testing that i'd like to turn into a proper one-shot eventually. My Bard, Bellamy, and our resident adorable queen of adorableness, Karlach ~

She was always aware of him. 

The kind-eyed stranger she met on the river, flanked by the one who would have hunted her down, would've finished the job if he hadn't stepped between them. A lilt in his voice, an accent carrying traces of home -- real home, Baldur's Gate home, not the living nightmare she'd finally escaped. He saw her, heard her, listened when so many others couldn't be bothered, and something like hope caught hold in her chest when he held out a hand to her. 

Proverbial hand, anyway. 

It wasn't like they could touch one another. 

But she could look -- and look she did, any chance she got. It'd been so long since she'd enjoyed the natural beauties of this plane, and there was little doubt that he was one of them -- eyes that danced, lips that looked so touchable and soft, contrasted by the close cut of his full beard. A half-elf, wearing the evidence of his mixed heritage proudly, unbowed before those who mistook themselves for his betters. There was a confidence in him that she found compelling, tempered through with an unabashed playfulness that was a breath of fresh air somehow better, sweeter than the actual fresh air she was inhaling these days. 

Then there was his voice. 

That lilt deepened when he shifted from speaking to singing, weaving together harmonies that resonated in the chest and got caught between the ears. Melodies she'd find herself humming for days after, earning her a shared glance and a shared smile that left her blood buzzing in her veins. A giddiness in his proximity, a remembrance for how good, how incredibly good it was to laugh again, to partake in experiences so far removed from blood and gore and unbearable heat. His voice washed it away, creating a bubble in time and space where she could just breathe, and breathe, and breathe, just be. 

It was hardly a surprise to her, then, to learn music was his means to magic. 

Nimble fingers moving with ease on the neck of his violin as his other hand drew the bow across its strings, and it had startled her the first time she heard it in the midst of battle. Their eyes had met across the clash and the clamor, the ethereal glow of the Weave glinting in the air around him, and she felt his chords as much as she'd heard them. Felt them ripple in the air, felt them reverberate in her chest, felt the surge, the strength, the faith he seemed to be imparting -- directly to her. 

She felt like she could do anything. 

It didn't take her long, over the course of skirmishes and outright battles, to pick out that he had a unique song for each of them. Something hauntingly beautiful, for Shadowheart; something bracing for Lae'zel. Gale's was steadying; Astarion's strangely melancholic. 

Hers was invigorating, something that stirred and uplifted and left her blood humming well after the fighting was done. It was an exquisite sort of torture, really, settling in camp hours later and wanting to hear it again, wanting to feel it again, that want jumping to desire to touch, touch, touch -- to trace his cheekbones, to run fingertips along the fine bones of his elegant hands. To lie beside him, close, close, and count each and every freckle scattered thickly across his nose. 

"I wish I could touch you," she confessed one night, the words falling from her mouth unbidden. "Erm, that is, you know, I haven't, uh, had the, um, you know -- can't really touch anyone, really, with ol' rusty here." Babbling, she was certain, was not particularly attractive, but she couldn't seem to stop.

Proximity to him seemed to remove what few filters she really had. 

But he smiled, that easy, unruffled smile, and there was warm in those pale green eyes. 

"I wish I could touch you, too," he admitted, to her jaw-dropping surprise. 

"You -- you do? Like…"

"I seem to recall you mentioning a particular yearning for a hug."

Oh. 

"Oh. Right, yes, a…hug. Yes. Definitely hug-starved, that's…that's me."

His head tilted, and if she weren't already burning hot by default she was certain the look he gave her then would have warmed her through and through. 

"Hugs are a wonderful starting point, at least."

"…starting?"

"But so is getting to know one another, I think, and there's no reason we can't do that. C'mon," he nodded towards the path she knew led down to the small lake not far from where they'd set up camp. He turned, flashing her one last encouraging smile over his shoulder, and she found herself smiling back. 

[thegaypatron]

Commissioning Music

So what does it mean to commission music, as opposed to making it? It helps to think of me as a Patron of the Arts--thus, The Gay Patron.

I've hated how little fun LGBT-centric music exists in the genres I enjoy most; those genres can be summarized as, "anything you might hear at a Renaissance Fair".

Every song starts with an idea--or, really, two ideas: one for the content of the lyrics, and one for the type of instrumental.

Let's take my upcoming release, Who we Are and Who We Love, for example. I hired a lyricist, Travis Myles, who I found in an LGBT Professionals group on social media. He had written religious content in the past, which was appealing because I wanted the song to make references to Christian hostility.

I provided a short creative brief, "I'm looking for an LGBT march to war against Christianity. Something uplifting, as a rallying cry. Not in the march genre, but a march to war such as in these sample songs. I don't want Christianity named overtly; show, don't tell. And include as much of the rainbow as you can, with the same show, don't tell, style."

We went through a few rounds of revision. Some were structural, "the tone focuses too much on us being victims; we're too passive in our story. Turn it around: make these slights against us become our weapons. Have us do so actively. Rally us."

Others were much smaller, like, "I like the concept you have here, but that word makes it very America-centric. Here are some ideas for making it more universal."

When it was finished, I had lyrics that met my specifications, but still showcased the writer's personal style. That was important to me; even though I'm commissioning this music, I'm not looking for something that's perfect as I'd write it, otherwise, why wouldn't I just learn to write it myself? It's as much about our community as it is about my tastes.

Next, I went to the musician. I exclusively hire Ruben Monteiro, via Fiverr. Why? He specializes in hurdy gurdy, and has a wide range of specialty instruments that he plays at a high level of skill. I can get bagpipes, an oud, even a riqq through him. And every single time, he tries to understand my goal--and he nails it very quickly!

I provide a short brief to him. For this upcoming song, it was to the effect of, "I'm looking for a march to war similar to these samples. I specifically want it to be uplifting, not at all somber. Hurdy gurdy as the lead, and I really want to include the riqq again, but I'm open to your recommendation about the other instruments."

He starts with a digital composition and a warning that the real version will sound better. 🤣 This time, though, he realized the lyrics were a bit long: 6.5 minutes vs the usual 4, and he felt it didn't showcase the powerful chorus enough. He recommended cutting 2 verses.

Those verses had some great lyrics, so I opted to trim it myself. Instead of cutting them, I pulled out the lines that I thought were less powerful, and re-combined the ones that remained in a way that made sense.

This allowed me to remove the equivalent of 2 verses, but keep the meaning. And of course the lyricist was sent the new version! (Side note: I absolutely do not take a writing credit in my commissions. Even after a significant structural change like that.)

Once the chorus repetitions were added, the song remained 6.5 minutes. And after hearing the first draft, I realized it would sound even better with some harmony. I identified where I'd like it, and Ruben hired another singer to fill in those parts.

The final song is absolutely incredible, and I'm really excited to share it soon! The distributor is out of office until tomorrow, then it takes about a week to process on Spotify and other platforms. When it's ready, I hope you enjoy it!

[aggold15hi01]

Just found this via Lish's IG. (*Ugh, IG is just so annoying and frustrating in my very own opinion--like come on; seriously? I would consider choosing something else; particularly either like Pinterest or even here on Tumblr or Blogspot for blog posts that is.)

⚠️ Disclaimer: I don't own the image/ picture/photograph/ photo & photo/ image/ picture/ photograph isn't mine.

📷 Credits to Jade Li English via IG: Allisha Gray (Graytness_15 obviously) via IG and **IG (**Author's note: Argh . . . I am so ready to simply move from IG onwards to something else upwards and onwards from there.)

"Siri, play 'Comeback' by Gallant"

(*Writes in my very own diary with Pilot Juice Up 0.4 Black Pen for general diary entries which I did it every single day as a hard-core diary writer; lollipop red for angry words; pastels for cool, calming and uplifting words; solid light blue for anything uplifting and cheerful*)

I truthfully love this two piece outfit from Allisha Gray as I do really think in my own opinion she does definitely go out of her own comfort zone in the fashion department plus in my own opinion as a secret; I do truthfully think she is either a Libra in moon or rising despite how I truthfully know nothing about horoscope nor I am a horoscope expert as I am not a horoscope expert either.

Plus I do really like the outfit from Allisha Gray but highly still disliked the olympic ring tattoo on her wrist so . . . no 'true' offense to everybody in general especially if you do like the olympic ring tattoo on her wrist then good for you, but if you don't then I am so so sorry to hear that from you as you and I may be in the same boat if you didn't liked the olympic ring tattoo on her wrist as usually I am not much of a tattoo person and I don't truthfully think that Allisha is the type of person who did wanted to get a tattoo either.

In other words, I do truthfully missed Allisha with the Dallas Wings plus dejectedly I am deeply feeling deep in denial but still . . . I may have thoughts about how Allisha did entered the WNBA Draft pick as the 4th Pick overall additionally with the team moving from Tulsa (*Sorry to any Tulsa Shock fans out there as I would say . . . "No 'true' offense to any Tulsa Shock fans out there who are reading this post) to Dallas as the Dallas Wings does feels like a huge blessing in disguise not only for Allisha Gray but also it is a wonderful gift from god himself as well.

May god bless you all in every different step of the way no matter what are the type of situation we are truthfully going through in our very own lives and no matter how good or bad the present experiences, situations and events are; god is always there for us in every step of the way; ladies and gentlemen no matter what are the 'true' emotions we have to exactly going through in our very own lives.

[presselle]

The first post

I wanted a perfect place to start something, but I'm done waiting for perfect. I think I said the same thing for the past two years but deep inside I had this delusion that I could somehow reverse-pyschology my way into it.

But it doesn't work like that. People don't change when the clock strikes midnight, you don't magically unlearn all your bad habits as soon as the earth makes a full revolution around the sun.

So I start where I am, with my 15 open tabs, unfinished work, messy table, and abandoned drafts. I start right now, even though it's only 1:25 AM. I hope whoever stumbles upon this entry would find the strength to do the same.

In my head, I write the perfect first post. People look back to it many years from now, astonished that something big could come from something so...trivial. They can't believe that it all started here.

But to be honest? I wouldn't be able to, either. Because this blog is just a teeny-tiny fraction of who I am. I can't fit all of me here. I don't fit anywhere, at least not all of me.

So I dedicate this blog to those who struggle with doing the same. There's no branding here. There's no consistency. There's nothing to be found on the other side. There's no uplifting story of self-development, either. I write, and if I feel like sharing it to the world, I will. Some of it won't be to your liking. Some of it, you'll find triggering. I'll do my best to put appropriate tags to help you spare yourself the trouble.

But most of it is my attempt to just be. Throw away the caution out of the window. Throw away the perfect time to post, the perfect content, the perfect narrative.

I'll just be posting some of my stuff as inspiration comes and goes. Today we have this, tomorrow who knows?

Anyways, it's 1:50 AM now. Nice to meet you.

-presselle

[megandugger]

Cierra Boyd - A Cleveland Designer

Cierra Boyd is a clothing designer from Cleveland, Ohio. Her work has been featured on multiple national publications such as Nylon and Vogue. In September 2022, the designer's work was featured on the second season of HBOMax's "The Hype. Cierra Boyd creates streetwear with the brand name "Frisk Me Good." Garments such as corsets, dresses, and bikinis, made from used sneakers are credited for Boyd's popularity. The sneakers are deconstructed from their original form and recreated as something entirely different.

Boyd graduated from Ohio University with a retail merchandising and fashion product development major. She started her clothing line in 2017, post-graduation. Her desire to become a fashion designer became a reality when she started working with the materials already available to her. This was initially due to financial restrictions, it later became a unique interpretation of sustainability in fashion. "Later on in my journey, I realized that I was upcycling, but not even on purpose, it was just because I had to make something out of nothing," said Boyd.

In 2018, Boyd entered a Cleveland design competition for Fashion Mania 2k19. The most challenging aspect of this competitions was the requirement to create a garment without using fabric. She found inspiration from an artist who made a mask out of sneakers when watching "Vice." She first made a top that eventually became a corset. Boyd won second place in the competition. This win brought confidence and success to the young designer. She posted her garments on Depop, which brought a very positive response. Because of this, Boyd has continued to create these garments using various sneaker brands like Nike, Converse, Vans, Puma, and some off-brand, generic shoes.

With this newfound success, Boyd has drafted pieces for Dreezy, Puma, and Avril Lavigne. With her appearance on "The Hype," and recognition on social media, eventually came with celebrity recognition. Collin Karter, Cardi B's stylist reached out to Boyd in hopes of her creating Cardi's look for Offset's birthday party. Cierra Boyd quickly found that she was responsible for more than just creating Cardi's look. She was also included in preparing Cardi B for the party as well as the fit of the corset throughout the night.

Cierra Boyd has only just started and will continue to experience success with the use of her innovation and creativity. Along with these skills, she has the desire to uplift her peers and the next generation in efforts to support sustainable clothing. This is important especially when coming out of a city like Cleveland, Ohio.

“I think it’s super important as up and coming designers, I feel like we have a responsibility to be the change that we want to see, she said. “I feel like the fashion conglomerates have done enough damage and we need to quit waiting on them to be the change—we need to take initiative. Throughout my whole journey, I’ve been able to learn that. And I’ve been able to apply that with my business and be able to make a positive change.”

[libraford]

Good afternoon, tumblr! Today I am going to show you how to make blackout poetry/erasure art like this:

But first- a foreword:

This is going to be broken into several parts because making big pieces like this can take some time. There's drying and such that needs to happen and I'm writing this tutorial as I go because... life.

I know a lot of people may be shocked that I, an author and lover of stories would DO this to a poor defenseless book. I have my reasons, as might you. Personally, I seek out books that share the same ideals as abusers in my life, as a way of turning their hateful words into something beautiful. Others do this to books that they love as a way of uplifting and renewing their love for the piece. Whatever your reasoning, there is nothing inherently wrong with taking mass-produced literature and turning it into art. (I use secondhand books for the projects because it keeps the books out of the landfill and money out of the author's wallets.)

First I will go over prepping the canvas. You dont have to do it this way- it's your project and if you want to just go at the book pages with whatever, I will not stop you. Nothing can stop you.

Your first friend here is canvas board.

These come on bulk packs at Michael's. I prefer canvas board to stretched canvases because they're pretty much frame ready.

Your second friend is watercolor ground

Book pages are not meant to hold the amount of water found in watercolor paint. To counteract the porous nature of most paperbacks, we have watercolor ground. This will give the page a texture that's a little more forgiving. I got this at Blick, but I've seen it at Michael's. (Blick has more options, though)

And now your third friend:

A wide brush that you dont mind ruining. Watercolor ground is very thick and it does harden your brushes. This brush will be used for applying the ground. Bristle brushes work best, but you could use a foam brush if that's what you got.

I now introduce your adversary:

An old book. I am gonna make this fucker a shell of its former self.

Okay, are we ready?

Let's go.

First we're going to go through the very satisfying action of ripping a few pages out of the book.

You can use scissors or an exacto knife if you want clean edges, but I like the charm of a well torn page, and when I'm out selling these paintings it does help drive home the point that they're book pages.

We're going to use the watercolor grounds an adhesive. Take a big glob of it and slap it on the board.

And lay your pages out however you want. You can be very conscious of what order you put the pages in and start drafting the poem this way,or you could be like me and do that bit after the fact.

When you do the edges, make sure theres some overhanging the board.

I'll show you what to do with that when its dry in the next post.

[enhyupn]

⧉ enhypen as your classmate that has a crush on you! ᝢ ∷

pairings: ot7 enhypen members x gn!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of violence in jay’s one

genre: pure fluff + high school!au

a/n this also. Was in my drafts 💭 i was contemplating if i should post this or not but here i am 😫 i Post too much sorry everyone iJust have no life outside of school 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️

⌗ heeseung

heeseung is definitely the type of person that tries to talk to the person he sits beside all the time

he nudges you all the time and whispers your name whenever he wants your attention

and the fact he had a huge crush on you also added to it

enhypen always have to listen to him since he never ever stops talking about you. like ever.

“oh my god you will never know what y/n told me when i—” and suddenly he’s cut off by the rest of them yelling “we know!”

you never snap at him because you kinda... enjoy the attention

maybe thats how you knew you kinda liked him too, since you could never let sunoo get away with this if he ever called for your name in class

your relationship only stopped there for a while, since the two of you lowkey scared of each other

“no i feel like y/n’s gonna snap at you one day, like completely just punch you in the face” jay once told him and ever since, he’s never looked at you the same

you think heeseung’s just intimidating, the amount of times you’ve jumped in your seat whenever he’s called your name is numerous

although, one day you fell asleep in class due to the fact you left your english essay last minute the night before

heeseung, noticing you drooling on the table, wrote down the notes for you

he handed them to you after class and you were so touched that you couldn’t stop telling sunoo about it

“his hand writing’s so neat and—” “i get it, you can shut up now!”

you even told heeseung his hand writing was the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen for a week straight

he was happy of course, but honestly unsure how he was supposed to reply to the compliment

he figured out by himself that all he needed to do was ask you if you wanted him to write your name

“heeseung, i mean it! i can’t get over how you write ‘the’, it’s just so— so neat!” “oh really? let me write your name out”

being the smooth guy that he was, wrote down his number instead of your name

and you being the oblivious person you were, ended up being utterly confused

“heeseung i think—” “I WROTE MY NUMBER ON PURPOSE”

you never really got over the shock, nonetheless still took his number and texted him that night

you ended that night by kicking your feet in the air with your face feeling like it was on fire

oh, you also ended up planning a date with heeseung on saturday, not a big deal

it was actually the biggest deal ever

the rest of the head canons are under the cut!

⌗ jay

jay was 100% the type to tease someone when he had a crush to get their attention

he wanted all your attention and the way he got that was through telling you your portrait of a dog looked stupid

well yeah, it did but he didn’t need to point it out

everyone in your art class knew jay had a raging crush on you

he just didn’t know how to express it

his friend jake told him the way into your heart was talking about a mutual interest

jake was, sort of, right about his advice. well, until you and jay started bickering about a character you loved but he oh so hated

“mabel in gravity falls was annoying and weird” “jay if you say that one more time i will shove this paint brush down your throat”

jake, who was trying to play cupid, could not understand why he was so bad at this

i mean jay had no problem getting girls to like him but you? did you genuinely hate jay or something?

“no jake i don’t hate jay” well that answered his question

“he’s just weird” “weird? i’m weird?” “yeah do i need to repeat it again? park jay is weird” you two were a match made in heaven

jay didn’t know when but he had a revelation, maybe this wasn’t the approach he should take to get your attention

after that, he started to be extremely nice to you

it definitely scared you

“d-did i do anything?” “what no? i’m just saying your painting looks beautiful y/n” “oh no something’s definitely going to happen”

he was finally tired of trying so hard while ending up with nothing achieved

jake, being the one out of the two who had the most realistic ideas, decided to give him one more tip

“do you think it’ll work?” “it’s fool proof”

the tip was simply him asking you out to the movies, something that was a little too forward for jay

“no i don’t think it’ll work jake” “jay i swear to god you are going to end up single For the Rest of your Life”

it took... many attempts... and many insults towards you for him to even get the first line out

“Y/NPLEASEGOTOTHEMOVIESWITHME” “the movies? sure” “wait, really? i meant it in a romantic way by the way” “oh? sure i’m free on friday”

turns out you were into him too i mean it was kinda obvious from the way you dealt with those insults

even when you started dating after that date, the insults never stopped

it just now targeted jake, who really is just asking for it at this point from the amount of times he’s asked for credit for ‘getting both of you together’

he was never getting that credit

⌗ jake

jake would leave secret love letters in your locker every time he walked past it

i mean the action wasn’t as secret as he thought it was due to the fact you knew he was the one leaving those letters

for god’s sake the boy was literally in almost all your classes, you were walking the same way as him when he slipped those letters in???

you still were very grateful for them

without them, i think you would of not coped with school

they were all incredibly detailed and even had little doodles drawn around them

you once had remembered he mentioned that he wrote these in the morning before school started during first period

he also told you he was really really shy you found it incredibly cute

the only way he could speak to you without melting was through these letters

somehow you decided that the best thing to do was put replies in his lockers too

his first reaction was complete embarrassment, the fact you knew who he was had his face heating up like nothing else

but he soon realised you didn’t think it was weird or creepy, you actually looked forward to his letters every school day

he mustered up so much courage after that to talk to you in person, to personally thank you

“THANK YOU Y/N!” “NO IT’S FINE JAKE YOU DON’T HAVE TO BOW”

he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck before pulling something out from his back pocket

the final letter in his series of love letters showing up in his hands

“open it” his shy smile making your brain Melt in endearment

the letter contained the usual, the hello y/n! and the usual chatter about his day

what you didn’t expect was the fact he had asked you out at the bottom of the letter

“y/n i’ve liked you for a while now, will you go out with me?” you read out loud before realising what you had just read. “OH MY GOD YOU ASKED ME OUT?”

you pull him into a tight hug, something that jake heated up at

“is this a yes?” “are you seriously asking that right now? of course we are”

you two became the most sickly sweet couple ever

plus the fact you still placed letters in each other’s lockers made enhypen gag (in an affectionate way)

they were just jealous nobody was putting letters in their lockers

⌗ sunghoon

sunghoon always seemed to be there whenever you needed help

especially since you two helped out at the library together every wednesday

he looked forward to it every week, you could tell from the fact ever tuesday he’d remind his friends that the next day he was seeing you again

“tomorrow’s wednesday you know what that means” “yes sunghoon we know, you’re seeing y/n tomorrow”

whenever he’s finished his work (which he does at an incredibly fast pace) he always seems to end up trailing you

constantly asking if you need help, desperate to do something

you find it endearing, always ending up chuckling at his whiney words

“y/n! do you need any help i’m finished” “not at the moment but if you wanna chat i can!”

out of all the enhypen members i feel like sunghoon would have the softest feelings for his crush

like even outside of your assigned library work, he’d constantly check up on you during lunch

“here y/n! it’s a packet of those gummies you like” “how sweet that you remembered! thanks for them”

you, even with sunghoon’s constant affection, couldn’t realise he had a crush on you

you thought that he was like that with everyone, you didn’t think that you were particularly special to get any type of unique treatment from park sunghoon

it wasn’t until your classmate asked you if you and sunghoon were dating

“hey are you and sunghoon dating?” “ummmm no why” “oh my friend wanted to know, they like him that’s why”

that didn’t sit well with you.

you thought long and hard about it but there was literally no reason for you to be bothered about it

i mean? you didn’t like him like that right

wrong

you decided to ask his dearest friend heeseung for help

“heeseung what do i do why do i feel like this” “i don’t know ask sunghoon” “...you aren’t helping”

heeseung being the big blabber mouth he is, told sunghoon all of this

“y/n won’t shut up about you” “really? you’re telling me the truth right? please don’t lie to me”

from many many uplifting comments from his friends, sunghoon was able to talk to you without mentioning the library

“so... what did you do in art class today?” “oh? i don’t do art” i mean at least he tried

after a few attempts he finally hit the nail on the head, securing his place as one of your friend... not the position he was aiming for but at least it was something

that’s when he prepared himself for the final boss (that’s what heeseung called the plan)

interrupting the conversation you both had on what disney show was the best, he popped the big question

“no but mulan was pretty good too also do you wanna go on a date with me” “oh sure! that was really random though”

i mean his timing was incredibly terrible but you were over the moon

even with the calm messages the both of you had sent, the two of you were screaming at your screen, unable to contain any composure

i mean it’s sunghoon... even if he handed you a piece of trash to as his way of asking you out you’d still say yes

⌗ sunoo

no but sunoo definitely asks your friend what your favourite song is and puts it on his story so you can slide up and be like “omg!! i love this song”

OH he also texts you randomly at 11:11 and 22:22 so you think it’s a sign

he so so so desperately wants your attention all the time

he goes up to you at lunch even when you’re with all your friends and makes conversation with you making you forget all about your friends

he sits in front of you in maths! so he knows how bad you are at the subject, he can hear your muttering about how you got a question wrong every morning but don’t Worry! he finds it adorable for some reason

at first he started to pretend he wouldn’t understand a question so he could find a way to talk to you

“hey y/n! what’s six times five again” “are you serious?”

he’s actually kinda good at maths so you’re always confused on how he doesn’t understand basic multiplication but can get 90% on the algebra test

he loves, and i mean loves, talking to you during class

even if the teacher scolds him he doesn’t care, it’s simply the highlight of his day

he gets so pouty and jealous when you excuse him in the middle of a conversation to talk to someone else

he gets jealous especially whenever you talk to his friends instead of him

“hey ni-ki! what did you get for number five?” “oh i got—” “I GOT TWELVE FOR THAT ONE Y/N!”

you kinda adore it not gonna lie

at one point your teacher got incredibly fed up with you two talking class

so! sunoo resorted to passing notes to you

‘y/n did you hear? oh my god, jihan from the maths class beside us told me that yeojin from the year above us got suspended because she started fighting the teacher over her phone. can you believe that? i mean i would of done the same thing’

it was quite clear sunoo talked a lot even through notes too

i mean as if you didn’t reply with the same energy

‘I HEARD THAT TOO!! gowon from her class told me, plus! intak said he saw the whole thing too... omg honestly i think yeojin’s so cool for doing that. maybe i should fight our maths teacher if they try and yell at us for talking again?’

they were one of the many things sunoo loves you for <3

one day ni-ki, being the number one shipper of you two, decides to play Cupid on the two of you

he drew out a note that looked too similarly to a middle school confession text and placed it on sunoo’s desk

“do you like me y/n... tick one. yes. no.” “do you like it?” “what the fuck is this”

i mean sunoo Took it anyways, he knew you’d find it funny too

as usual, you prepared yourself for a long class of sliding notes to each other

you looked forward to it, you found it as a source of entertainment and you liked talking to sunoo anyways

“pssst, y/n!” “thanks— wait did you give me the right one?”

after many whisper shouts and glares from your teacher, he finally convinced you that they were the real deal

obviously. You chose yes

that’s how you landed a date with sunoo to a picnic at han river

sunoo and you were. Kinda.... thankful for ni-ki

you two just never wanted to admit his stupid cupid-ry worked

⌗ jungwon

definitely the type to ask you “what homework did we get?” so he can start a conversation with you

replies to your private story with like “omg that’s so funny” or like “PLSSSSS me too”

you do exactly the same with his ps honestly

he always talks to you before class and you have heated discussions about the homework the night before

YOU ALWAYS ALWAYS end up sitting beside him in every class you have together

like it’s not even on purpose anymore (it’s actually fate)

always lends you pens and pencils when you forget them

he also never Asks for them back so you Have like a stash of them at home beside your bed because you always forget to give them back to him

you and jungwon are the kids in pe class that walk around the track gossiping

“jake told me that half of the soccer team aren’t getting along these days because they all like the same person” “no way really? what about their team work, isn’t there some sort of huge match next week?”

the gossip only stays between you two but only ever during pe

you two talk about more, interesting things outside of pe

since you two are in basically every class together, you walk with him everywhere

once when you were about to trip over, jungwon caught you and when you realised you were in his arms, you just blankly stared at him for a good five seconds

once you got off of him your face started to heat up so fast jungwon’s too

every time you have homework due and you didn’t do it he lends you his word

“y/n take this! it’s the french homework from last class” “thanks so much jungwon!”

the real story starts with when you and him were practicing speaking french in the library

you, being terrible at french, needed some sort of help with this

jungwon decided that, even though he completely sucks at french, he should tutor you!

and there you were, ten reasons why i hate you style, in the library struggling on how to pronounce beaucoup

“bow-cewp” “good job y/n!” “jungwon i know for a fact that you don’t know if i’m saying this right”

you stuck up with it because, well because he’s jungwon

“je t'aime you”

i mean you were Terrible. at french but even the stupidest person in the world could figure that out

“i like you too jungwon, now help me with question six” “YOU COULD UNDERSTAND THAT?” “i had a paris phase when i was younger of course i did”

turns out the Parisian style bakery across the street is the perfect date on an afternoon after school

what was even more perfect was that you got 85% on your test with the help of your boyfriend

⌗ ni-ki

he was your partner in cookery class, the both of you had no cooking skills in your bones but you still made it work

you were in the class since your family constantly nagged at you for being terrible in the kitchen

while ni-ki enrolled because he needed the something to show his friends after school

ni-ki thinks he fell for you at first sight

you were baking cookies as your first task and you basically saved him by reminding him to put on oven gloves before getting the cookies out

“that’s the bare minimum” jay tells him. “i don’t care... you wouldn’t know what love feels like”

he looks forward to cooking class because if you every week

he even has it scheduled on his calendar

honestly it’s kind of a miracle the food you two make is some sort of eatable

he always asks you for help even if it’s the simplest thing ever

“y/n? which one is a cup?” “the one that literally says one cup?”

you don’t care though since you think it’s cute

you always end up doing most of the cooking and chopping whil ni-ki just washes the dishes and watches the pot boil which eagerly waits for the food to finish

you’ve met all of enhypen before since ni-ki likes them to gather around your creations and take pictures of them together

when enhypen first collected him from cookery class, they asked him which one of your classmates were you

he literally shyly pointed at you as he hid his face with his hair

“them” “huh? ni-ki who are you pointing at” “them, beside the fridge”

your final exam was to decorate and bake a cake

it’s safe to say from the many burnt cakes you and ni-ki have done, you two were in trouble

you both wanted that passing grade so you practiced almost everyday after classes the week before

he was in charge of the icing, apparently according to him it was his specialty

“look y/n!” “how cute! a little unreadable but very cute”

finally. the Day of the exam came

you both had to prepare and bake the cake together under two hours

you were lucky that you both weighed the ingredients before you arrived

it was definitely. The most stressful two hours you two had ever felt

it also didn’t help that ni-ki shooed you away when he was icing the cake

by the end of it, your face was Dusted with flour while ni-ki’s apron had butter and frosting stains all over it

you were instructed by ni-ki and even your teacher, to stand where the fridge was, out of your sight to see what he was doing to the cake

you were hazily scrolling through your phone when jungwon snapped you back into reality

turns out jungwon was outside the room the whole exam because ni-ki told him he needed support and having him there comforted him

almost instantly after your jungwon interaction, ni-ki called you from your table, excitedly waving his arms in the air

“y/n! y/n! i’m finished!” “perfect! let me—”

your eyes widened realising his cake didn’t say anything like ‘happy birthday’ like you two had planned

instead the icing spelt out a prettily written out ‘y/n, will you go on a date with me?’

your eyes seemed to water at the gesture, unsure why you got so emotional at icing

“n-ni-ki... that’s so c-cute” “why are you crying? oh my god you hate me don’t you?”

it took you ten minutes to stop sobbing (happy tears) and you gladly accepted his proposal

so now you got a Good grade and an amazing boyfriend that can... sort of! Cook

while eating the cake you were reminded with something, remembering some words from earlier

wait did mr lee know about this?

[kiwixlime]

Finders Keepers - Chapter Twenty-Two

Warnings: It’s a long chapter, and it might be a bit sloppy, but I’ve had it in my drafts for two days and I just can’t edit anymore. I’m too tired lmao. But anyway, there is Smut! [Unprotected PIV, oral f+m receiving, teasing, dirty talk, please let me know if there’s something else that needs to be tagged]

Also important to note: This chapter will include a discussion surrounding a forced medical operation. There won’t be any graphic details, but it’s a sensitive topic involving women and pregnancy. This could be potentially upsetting content for some. Just want to put that out there.

A/N: I felt like I needed to add a time jump to keep my outline of this story in shape. It’s just a small one, though. Not much to miss out on. I just have all of my chapters marked with the main events and I needed to add a time jump somewhere. So I chose this one! Thank you so much for reading!

NC-17, 18+, Minors DNI, etc.

Spring 2035

Another year, another month, another dance in Jackson. This time the town is celebrating the revitalization of spring. The days are uplifting with blooming flowers and lush trees finally making their appearance. The outside world is full of color again. It's reason enough to celebrate.

Once again, the church is decked out with intricate details. Soft lighting drapes down the ceiling, flowers sit in wicker picnic baskets, colors of pastel and green set the scene. It’s a gorgeous setup. The party planning committee sure outdid themselves for this.

And the residents are appreciative. Even Bay, who for once found excitement in one of these events. But it could be because this time, she’s not alone. Joel and Ellie accompany her, with the teenager immediately ditching the adults to hang with her friends. Not that either of them mind. They spend the first hour or so chatting with Tommy, Maria, and Eugene and all is well.

It’s not long after that that Bay cruises to the dance floor, making Ellie and her friends join her. The song is something from Bay’s younger years, a top hit from a boyband she’s familiar with. It’s the perfect song to dance to and the teenagers agree, forming their own little circle and laughing.

Joel stands with Tommy by the bar, sipping a beer while watching his girl twirl around in a strappy red sundress. Her hair is pulled back in a headband, ends slightly curled bouncing around her shoulders as she moves. She has on the faintest hint of makeup, just some eyeliner and lipgloss she was able to score from some travelers who crossed through a few days ago. Joel is mesmerized by how radiant she looks.

She’s always a stunner, but the way the gentle lighting illuminates her body leaves him breathless. Her lips are shiny and plump from the lipgloss and the eyeliner gives her eyes a pop. He’s not used to seeing her a little more dressed up than usual. She looks like a princess.

He can’t help but smile. She’s an incredible person and he’s lucky to be with someone like her. And truthfully, he wants everyone to know. And he tries his best.

It helps that she’s not bothering to hide the love bites he leaves on her, not with that dress. Even a few on her chest can be seen. It’s scandalous, but it’s sexy, provocative. People whisper, some glance at Joel with dismay, others find themselves intrigued. Then, of course, there are those who are jealous. Those who look at Bay and assume Joel could do so much better. And those who are terrified of Joel, but think to themselves that they could treat Bay right.

The gossip doesn’t bother them. They even like to fuel the fire at times, stirring things up now and then. Both Joel and Bay have possessive tendencies. It’s not the healthiest behavior, but it does spice the relationship up sometimes. And as Joel watches Bay move to the rhythm of the music, he thinks that tonight might be one of those nights. His girl is looking sinful in that dress.

“She’s somethin’, ain’t she?” Tommy asks, he and Joel still observe Bay, shifting their eyes to Ellie every so often to see how well she’s fitting in with the other kids.

“Can’t believe you let her go,” Joel scoffs in amazement. “Somethin’ wrong with you, boy.” He chuckles and takes another mouthful of beer.

Tommy grins and gives a slight nod of his head. Well, Joel’s not wrong. But he does love his wife. And he knows Maria is the one he’s meant to be with. “Aren’t you glad I did, though?” The younger counters and doesn’t miss the way Joel’s eyes crinkle with joy.

“I sure as hell am,” he insists. His tongue swipes over his lips absentmindedly, eyes raking in Bay’s every feature from her smooth legs, to her chest, to the ravishing smile on her lips. A smile so inviting Joel’s tempted to step in, even though dancing is not his thing.

Bay meets his hungry gaze and offers a wink in return, tilting her head as she sways her hips. Her movements taunt him and now that Ellie and her crew have moved to a table, he has the urge to whisk her away. He takes a quick glance around the room, regretfully so when he notices that he’s not the only one who was captivated by her little dance.

He grits his teeth at the look on Johnny’s face. The man is smitten. And who wouldn’t be? Joel glowers in Johnny’s direction, keen to strut across the room and knock Johnny out cold. But ultimately he knows that Johnny would never dare to make another move on Bay. It still doesn’t help Joel’s temper.

So he chooses to ignore it for now, leave the man alone. He turns his attention back to Bay and a frown slips onto his face. Oddly enough, Johnny wasn’t the one to worry about here. To his disgust, another man has approached Bay and has made himself quite comfortable in her personal space. Joel’s lip twitches. Who is this motherfucker?

Tommy whispers something in Joel’s ear and takes only a second for him to remember. The man with Bay is new to Jackson. He showed up a few weeks ago with a group of travelers who decided to make their presence in Jackson permanent. He decides to give the man the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he doesn’t know that Bay is Joel’s girl. After all, Joel knows from personal experience it can take awhile to get to know everyone who lives in town.

Still, the man is a little too close for comfort and Joel thinks he needs to cut in. He sets his beer down and says something to Tommy. The younger brother grabs him by the shoulder to stop him for a moment. “Go easy on him,” he suggests. And it is only a suggestion.

“We’ll see,” Joel grunts and takes a step forward only to be stopped by a body. A female body. His eyes focus in front of him to see Courtney standing there, sweet smile on her lips.

Tommy and Joel exchange knowing looks, Tommy biting back a laugh. Joel glances behind Courtney to Bay and the guy she’s with. She’s staring back at him with curiosity, questioning what the hell Courtney is doing there. He only shrugs.

Bay purses her lips, clearly annoyed by the presence of the other girl. She’s just like Joel in the way she gets jealous. So when the strange man dancing next to her reaches for her hand, she lets him. Two can play at this game, she decides.

The man holds her hand as she whirls closer to his body with a flirty smile. Watching the action unfold leaves Joel seething, but he bites his tongue. He can feel Tommy laughing next to him.

Courtney pipes up, addressing the two men. “Joel,” she giggles. “You look so handsome tonight!” She has her hand on his chest, flicking her hair. “Tommy, you’re just as attractive,” she adds.

The brothers nod, shifting awkwardly where they stand, uncomfortable under Courtney’s gaze. She’s way too close, but she doesn’t seem to pick up on their annoyance. She’s too busy admiring the view.

“Well, I better go find my old lady,” Tommy clears his throat, excusing himself.

“Tommy, you’re so cute,” Courtney says, throwing her head back with laughter. Joel’s eyes widen and he smirks at his younger brother. It’s clear now that Courtney is a bit intoxicated. Tommy mumbles something incoherent and quickly leaves to find Maria. With a giggle, Courtney waves goodbye and leans into Joel’s body, pressing her chest against him. She licks her lips as she looks up at him. “You’re cute, too,” she smiles.

From across the room, Bay watches everything. She scowls as Courtney taps her finger on Joel’s nose and then grabs his face in her hands. Her face hardens, she makes eye contact with Joel again, her boyfriend, who isn’t moving away from this girl. Bay rolls her eyes and decides to have a little fun.

The strange man’s gropey hands slide across her waist and pull her back into him. She’s grossed out, but she follows along, keeping her eyes locked on Joel’s as she pushes back, grinding against the man holding her. She bites her lip and rolls her body, showing off her curves. And damn her body, made by the devil.

That’s the final straw for Joel. He shoves Courtney out of his way, making her whine and spill her drink. He can hear the girl curse under her breath, but he pays it no attention, stomping his way over to Bay. He grabs her arm with a gentle force, yanking her away from the guy whose name he later learned is Greg.

“Hey, dude, what the fuck?” Greg snaps, balling his fists at his sides, ready to throw a punch.

But Joel doesn’t hesitate. “Hey, dude,” he mocks. “Stay the fuck away from my girl,” he hisses, venom dripping from his voice. He grabs Bay by the hair and pulls her face to his, kissing her selfishly, going as far to shove his tongue into her mouth. She kisses back just as hard, and sloppily, not caring that the whole town is watching their show.

Courtney makes a noise of disgust and runs out the church in disappointment. Now, feeling like he’s intruding, Greg shyly steps away, face burning when Tommy makes a celebratory noise. “Show her who’s boss, Joel!” He shouts.

Bay breaks the kissing with a laugh, but Joel’s face is still bitter. “You have no idea how much trouble you’re in,” he shakes his head, kissing her one more time. “Let’s go.”

He grabs her hand and she faithfully follows along, a happy smile on her face. They make their way out of the church, ignoring the nosy looks from some townies. “What are you gonna do to me?” Bay asks in a perky voice. Nothing could ruin her mood.

“Oh, baby,” Joel tsks. “You’re gonna be doin’ all the work.”

Once they reach Joel’s house, he wastes no time, opening the door and dragging Bay over to the couch. He falls against the cushions and pulls her down on top of him, lips connected in a hot and heavy kiss. His large hands greedily feel up her body, groping every part of her that he can. His, he thinks. She is his.

“Baby,” she breathes, grinding her hips down onto him. He groans, but it’s quiet, hidden in his throat. It’s torture for her to listen to. “Tell me what to do,” she begs and grinds against him again. “Just tell me,” she nips at his lips in desperation, kissing him harder.

“Get on your knees, sweetheart,” he orders in a deep, urgent voice. She hums and does as told, sliding off of his lap and onto her knees where Joel wants her. Her tongue wets her lips as she stares up at him, needing to see the look on his face. She eagerly works on his jeans, undoing the belt and ruthlessly pulling at the button and zip.

He lifts his hips just high enough off of the couch to help her ease the jeans down, hard cock flopping against his stomach. Bay groans at the sight of him, tip flushed, leaking precum, begging for her attention. She licks her lips and sits up on her knees, pressing soft kisses to the glistening head. He exhales through his nose, his hands shooting to the cushions beneath him, clawing at the seams. The primal urge inside of him is screaming to do more, but he lets her tease for the moment.

Her eyes are still trained on his, darkened with desire and need. She kisses down his shaft, slipping her tongue out, licking long and slow stripes over his length. Her soft hand wraps around him, jerking him slowly as she mouths at his base. She grins.

“Sucking you off turns me on,” she whispers and he opens his mouth to speak, but is cut off when she finally engulfs him in her mouth. He groans and lets his head fall back onto the couch, savoring the way her wet mouth stretches over him. Pride fills her and she relaxes her jaw, taking more of him past her lips.

He’s making quiet sounds that go straight to her core, edging her on. She bobs her head up and down on his cock, closing her eyes to focus as her hands cup his balls. His salty taste drips on her tongue and she takes it, slurping up whatever he gives her.

She hums around him and he mutters something she can’t make out, but she knows he’s coming undone. His dick begins to hit the back of her throat, making her gag slightly, which makes him even harder. He loves the sounds that come from her mouth while she sucks him. She sounds filthy and desperate, like she craves it.

And maybe part of her does. Gagging on his cock, she holds him steady for a few seconds, tears pricking at her eyes but it feels good. She finally draws a loud moan out of him and lifts her head, popping him out of her mouth and breathing hard. A line of saliva connects her swollen lips to his tip and she takes only a few seconds before easing him back onto her tongue.

“Fuck baby,” Joel warns, lightly thrusting up into her mouth. “Don’t stop.” His fingers finally make their way to her hair, tugging on the sleek strands to apply more pressure. She takes the hint and sucks him harder, increasing her suction. “Stroke my cock, sweetheart,” he prompts and being a good girl, she does as he asks.

Her hand wraps around him, jerking him quickly while her tongue swirls around his tip, bringing him to the edge. Above her, she can hear him panting and she knows that he’s about to cum. She squeezes her hand harder and slips him out of her mouth long enough to say, “Joel, I want you to cum in my mouth.”

The words tip him over the edge and he fills her requests, hips jerking upwards, stuttering as he spills into her mouth. His whole body tenses as she swallows his seed, fervently sucking him until he’s truly finished. She moans at his taste as her mouth glides up his spent cock. She smiles at him, licking her lips clean.

“I’m sorry for flirting with other men,” she pouts. Joel rolls his eyes at the words, but it’s her lips, red and swollen, that make his dick twitch. And he forgives her.

“Fuck, stand up,” Joel urges, ridding himself of his jeans. She stands as he repositions himself on the couch, waiting for further instruction. His head rests along the armrest, one arm underneath and the other traveling down to his cock, getting himself hard again, which doesn’t take long. “Take off your panties,” he orders, stroking himself as he watches her strip. She leaves the dress on, per his request.

The dress hangs beautifully on her and he knows that hiding underneath, she’s soaking wet for him. It’s a thought that makes his dick throb. Leaning upwards, he lifts his head up from the arm of the couch and motions her forward with his free hand. She approaches him and he pulls her down by the neck, kissing her softly. When he moves back, a sly grin plays at his lips. “Sit on my face, sweetheart,” he says.

The words make her blush, but she obliges. He settles down onto the cushion beneath him and guides her to where he wants her to be. Joel pushes her dress up to her waist and chuckles. “This pretty pussy is all wet,” he taunts. “Just for me.” Bay stutters, cut off by the feeling of Joel’s warm and wet tongue licking at her entrance.

“O-oh,” she gasps and grabs onto his dark locks. Her eyes flutter shut as Joel’s tongue traces her dripping folds. On instinct, she rolls against his bearded face once and then twice. The action makes Joel moan into her sex.

The tiny whimpers he solicits from her throat drive him on. His mouth is magic, sucking on her clit leaving her in ecstasy. His fingers grip into the round of her ass, pulling her down onto him, plunging his tongue deeper.

Bay grabs at her chest as she rides Joel’s face, head tossed back, pleasure surging through her. Her breathing gets heavy and Joel mumbles encouraging words as he devours her wet pussy. She was already turned on from the events in the church and giving Joel a blowjob enhanced her arousal. It’s only a matter of time before she unravels.

Joel is unforgiving in his movements, tongue prodding her desperately. She’s moaning loud, her climax building and she warns Joel she’s gonna cum. It’s just what he wants to hear. With one final flick of his tongue, he brings her to her release, thighs trembling as her slick covers Joel’s face. “Joel, fuck, you do that so well.”

He’s patient as she comes down from her high, her body in a euphoric state. Gently, she moves off of him, down to his lap and he holds her close, sitting upright. He strokes her flushed face, looking at her with such affection. “You good, darlin’?” He asks with care.

“Yeah,” she sighs, nodding her head. “I’m good.”

“You sure?” He asks again to be certain that she’s alright.

“Positive,” she confirms.

“Good,” he grins and smacks her ass. “Ride me.”

A chill shoots up her spine at Joel’s aggressive tone. One of her hands grips onto his shoulder as she sinks down onto Joel’s cock. She gasps as he stretches her, eyes rolling back at the incredible sensation. Her other hand rests on her hip, slowly building a rhythm as she takes his cock.

“Good girl,” he praises, grabbing her ass with his hands to help her move. “Bad girl earlier, but look how good you’re being now.” Her head falls back as Joel hits that delicate spot inside of her, hard dick brushing against her walls. His eyes graze down her body, fixating on her chest and the way her tits bounce as he fucks up into her.

“You feel so good inside of me,” she whispers, stroking his ego and maybe sucking up to him for being a tease before.

“Ride me faster, baby,” he orders. Her body is weak as she picks up speed, dropping her hands to his firm chest, rolling her hips quickly. His fingers trail up her back and dig into her soft skin, the feeling of her bouncing on his cock is just what he needed after watching her at the dance. He craved being inside of her. He craved ruining her.

She can’t help when her body slows down again, still weak from her orgasm mere minutes ago. This is her punishment. She’s supposed to do all the work. And she wants to, but she’s about to break. And Joel is lenient. He takes control, wrapping his arms fully around her and pulling her body down to meet each of his hard thrusts.

Her hands grip his shoulders tightly until her body collapses and she encircles her arms across Joel’s neck, dropping her face to his shoulder and biting hard, breaking skin. “Fuck me,” she whines, either begging or ordering. She can’t tell and neither can he. They’re too lost in each other.

“You look so fucking hot tonight, baby girl,” Joel comments, slapping her ass as he thrusts up into her quivering pussy. “So fuckin’ pretty. And you’re all mine,” he breathes. “This,” he groans, grabbing her ass. “Mine.”

She nods, Lifting her head again, trying to capture his lips, but failing. Joel’s relentless underneath her.

“Fuck,” he grunts, snapping his hips deeper. “This pussy is mine too. And these lips.” He grabs the back of her head, smashing their lips together in a steamy kiss. She moans into his mouth as his cock moves faster, driving in and out of her. “You’re mine.”

“I’m y-yours, Joel,” she whispers and that heat pools in her stomach again. She takes over, placing her hands on Joel’s chest again, grinding against his throbbing cock, squeezing him inside her walls.

“Gonna make me cum, baby,” he pants. “Can I cum inside you? You wanna feel me?”

“Yes, Joel!” She gasps. “Please.”

He growls and moves his hands to her hips, gripping with a strong hold to keep her in place. His hips jolt upwards, giving her everything he can, using what energy he has left to bring her to orgasm and it works. She grabs onto his wrists with need, holding him in a tight grip.

“Take it,” he mumbles, seeing her eyes glaze over. “Take it, baby.” She nods, lips parting, pathetic mewls dripping from her mouth. “You gonna cum?” He asks and she nods, moaning out his name. “Cum on my cock. Cover me in your sweetness,” he demands.

Being the good girl she is, she does as he says. He thrusts into her again and she lets go, cumming hard, her juices dripping down Joel’s thick cock. His eyes drop down between them, watching her mess.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, dragging his dick inside of her before stilling, shooting hot strings of cum against her walls. Her exhausted, sweaty body collapses on top of him, but he doesn’t stop moving until he’s well and finished.

“I should make you jealous more often,” Bay chuckles, throat dry and sore from being so vocal.

“Don’t get any ideas, princess,” Joel tuts and kisses her sweetly. “Come on, let’s clean you up. You’re a fuckin’ mess.”

--*--

Later in the night, Joel and Bay are in his bed. She’s on her stomach and Joel’s next to her, massaging her shoulders and singing a song. Ever since the first night she heard Joel sing, she takes any moment she can to hear his voice. It’s so warm and comfortable, it puts her at ease.

The combination of Joel’s voice, his hands, and the scent of him that lingers in his sheets is enough to make her want to drift off to sleep. She’s well and truly exhausted from a great day. A good night’s sleep would be the perfect way to end it.

“Bay,” Joel says before she can actually close her eyes and fall asleep. She mumbles a quiet “what” in a tired voice and Joel eases his movements. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

She’s fully alert now, sitting up on Joel’s bed, crossing her legs beneath her. He sits patiently, a curious look on his face as he waits for an answer. She stiffens a bit, afraid of what he could want to ask, but she decides to give in. She has no more secrets. What else is there?

Of course, she was not expecting this question.

“Do you ever worry about getting pregnant?” Joel asks, smiling faintly and hoping that he hasn’t gone too far or pushed on a serious subject.

Stunned, she goes silent. It’s a topic they probably should have discussed in the beginning. Bay knows Joel had a daughter and he knows that she’s never had a kid of her own and they both agree that this isn’t the time or place to have a baby. But they’ve never actually talked deeper about it. Considering the amount of times they have risky, unprotected sex, it’s a pretty important thing to know.

“I can’t get pregnant, Joel,” she says softly. “Something happened when I was with the hunters in Pittsburgh. And well… I can’t get pregnant.”

His face falls, not liking the feeling churning in his stomach. The protective side of him is ready to unleash just at the thought of what they might have done to her. He’s not sure if he even wants to know. Will she even tell him?

“Bay,” he frowns, but he doesn’t know what to say.

“The hunters, well, you know…they’re a group of young, fit, mostly men. They don’t like weakness,” Bay reveals. “But you know that, right?”

Joel nods. He does, in fact, know exactly what she means.

“So kids, a lot of women, older people, pregnant people… they were a risk,” she tells him. “If you couldn’t keep up or do your job, they didn’t want you. And they made it pretty clear. Once you got old or injured, they’d get rid of you. If they were feeling nice, they’d blindfold you and put you in the trunk of a car, drive a few hours out of the city, and then leave you.”

“Christ,” Joel says with a shake of his head.

“The same went for pregnant women. If they decided a woman was strong enough to keep around, they warned them about pregnancy. There were three options when it came to that topic. Because you know, it’s not just like they can say don’t have sex. Abuse happens…” She trails off and shivers, unable to finish that thought.

“So we had three options. The first was if you get pregnant, you can use yourself as bait. Most people stop for a pregnant person. You play lost and hurt and they’ll help, giving those bastards the perfect moment to ambush,” Bay recalls, having seen the move in action once. “If you didn’t want to do that, well, you could stick around if you promised that once you had the baby, you would use it as bait. Same deal.”

Joel’s stomach turns, the thought truly making him sick. “That’s horrific,” he says.

Bay nods. “There was a third option to prevent pregnancy altogether. They had a doctor on sight. I think he was there against his will, but he was trained and skilled and he knew what he was doing. He could patch you up, heal you, get you better, or he could operate and take away the ability for you to have a baby.” She sighs and wraps Joel’s flannel tighter around her, falling back onto the bed.

Joel is gentle as he lays down next to her, reaching a comforting hand out to hold her. He can see tears glistening in her eyes and it breaks his heart.

“I was young when I made the decision,” she admits to Joel. “I didn’t want to risk anything. I didn’t have anywhere else to go and I couldn’t risk losing my position with them.” She looks at Joel and it’s like her words come out in slow motion. “I had the operation.”

“Baby,” Joel breathes and closes the space between them. He pulls her close, holding her tightly to his chest. “Baby, I’m so sorry,” he whispers, placing kisses to her head. “I’m so sorry.”

She doesn’t say anything more. She doesn’t have to. Joel doesn’t press any further, keeping her wrapped tightly and safely in his arms. He knew from the start that he would do whatever he could to keep her safe. Now, he knows he will do anything for this girl. Anything.

Masterlist

[yyuuna]

perfect

—in which todoroki takes his sick s/o somewhere

pairing: s. todoroki x reader

genre: fluff

disclaimer: lowercase intended

a/n: sorry if im posting old oneshot drafts,, im sick and i cant rly focus on writing n stuff but i do have an idea for a new headcanon so hopefully next post will be that

Love...

It has so many context; so many stories told, so many beliefs spread, so many talk about it.

But only a few found it.

[I found a love for me.]

The sound of the knocking interrupted [name]'s thoughts. Her heartbeat arose when a dual-haired man entered her sight.

"Hey." he said, ambling down the narrow space towards her. Her smile graced the dull atmosphere in the room, even managing to slightly uplift the corner of his lips.

"Hey...Did you guys have fun tonight?" [name] asked.

"Yeah. Uraraka also wanted to know how are you. I said you're okay...Are you feeling well?" A soft hand—specifically his left side—settled atop her own as he sits down on the bed beside her, making the cushion on that spot dip from his presence.

"Yup," she confirmed. "Just a headache. But I'm fine, really."

"Are you sure? I can get us soba right now if you want."

"It's okay, I'm already full anyway."

They went utterly still while exchanging gazes; it was the type of silence that was purely comfortable. Both didn't doubt that they'd hear a feather fall. Shouto and [name] were simply enjoying each other's company.

[Oh darling, just dive right in and follow my lead.]

Frankly, it was broken the moment she felt a faint tug on her delicate hand.

"[name], I want to go somewhere with you tonight." She just stared at him, barely noticing how long she peered at him with her brows furrowed.

"Eh?" Normally, people don't take their significant other to a date at two in the morning right after announcing that their head aches.

"Sorry. Do you want me to rest with you here instead?"

"No no no, I was just surprised." A hearty chuckle came out of her. "You're usually already sleepy at this time, but it seems important so I'll come."

[Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet.]

Shouto took ahold of her wrists, gently helping her to get on her feet. Fragile and frail; her body wobbled for a bit. What was left of her cumulated strength gave her the balance she needed, however.

Letting her beauty captivate him once again, he internally praised his lover. Perhaps it was the red string of fate that weaved both of them together. Although he wasn't so sure about that. Something tells him that even if they're not destined together, he would've still been drawn to [name].

[Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.]

White, loose dress covered her figure. Once she was fully upright, Shouto carefully pulled the tubes that covered her arms. His hand reached the paper bag that contained a change of clothes and a pair of shoes, and handed it to her. She gratefully accepted after saying a short thanks.

Well, back then, she used to daydream of the person who she'll shower with all her affection. Whispers of imagination satisfying her fantasies. It was her only desire after finding out how many years she has left to live.

Nine years have passed and never did [name] expect that she'd finally find him; pain from waiting suddenly vanished from her. Maybe even the very little chance of researchers developing a cure slipped out of her mind too.

['Cause we were just kids when we fell in love.]

The day she entered U.A. was memorable, of course. Since that's the start of their journey. A quest that they knew would end too soon, but accepted nonetheless.

[Not knowing what it was. I will not give you up this time.]

They stride down the hallways to the exit, not letting the chattering disturb their own peaceful minds. And after they arrived at their destination, [name] stepped out of the car.

Oaks laid below her feet, their hue complimenting the pavement. Grass dangled in one direction as well as her [h/c] tresses.

Splendor sky had stars scattered all over it, leaning down to the grounds of the earth. The glistening of her eyes forestalled his anticipation. As she stared up above, the vague scent of fire entered aloft her nostrils. At the corner of her eyes, she could see the crackling of the flames.

The heterochromatic eyed lad glanced at the spaces between her fingers and interlocked his hand with hers, guiding her further into the garden.

"It's so pretty here, Shouto."

"I know." Though his eyes never left her. It annoyed him a little because it wasn't him who she was staring at. Eventually, his ego got the best of him as his fingers tilted her chin to face him.

Closer and closer...

Those frail lips of hers that lacks warmth brushed his own. He would've noticed the frigidity instantly if it wasn't for the heated flush that seeped onto his cheeks.

[But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own.]

Unblinking eyes met as they slowly pulled apart. The after effects invited them to do it once again, but it was declined when he circled his arms around her petite waist, while she contrarily wrapped both arms around his shoulder—leaving them embracing one another close by, afraid of letting go. Moving their feet sedately in chorus, silently wishing that one can live an eternity.

[And in your eyes, you're holding mine. Baby, I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms.]

Fingers splayed on his back. [name]'s humming causing a gentle vibration to form where they connect. He soaked in the soft melodies, savoring each note, for they seem to speak to him too.

[Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song.]

A full minute passes before she shuffled away from him.

"Sorry, I don't exactly look presentable right now."

[When you said you looked a mess,]

For a moment, she thought Shouto disregarded it, not until he murmured something.

[I whispered underneath my breath.]

Everything about [name] seems to elate. And that realization of what good relishing the years she has left brings hit her.

[But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight.]

tags; @mayukhii @innersooya