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Dublin In Ecstasy

Summary: Y/N and her friend finally go on their long-awaited trip to Dublin. While in the local pub, she catches the attention of bassist Robert Keating.

Robert Keating x Reader Word Count: 6.2 K Content warning: NSFW!! Other than that, there should be none :)

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Today was that day that you had been looking forward to for many months. You and your best friend, Clara, had been planning a trip to Dublin as a graduation present for yourselves. The two of you graduated from NYU in May, and spent most of your years at school working various jobs in order to afford the trip. You spent months planning and doing research. Ultimately, the two of you decided to visit during New Years to experience wintertime in this new country. 

The two of you shared an apartment in the Lower East Side that was pretty decently sized for the budget of two fresh college graduates. JFK was bound to be a shitshow around this time of year, so the two of you packed your things and were on your way to the airport in hopes of beating some of the chaos.

“I can’t believe this day is finally here,” Clara says as you guys begin walking out of your apartments with your luggage.

“I know. I really never thought this was gonna happen, I’m so excited,” You reply.

The two of you make it onto the street and hail a taxi to take you to the airport. The ride was about half an hour, which wasn’t too bad. The two of you checked your luggage, went through security and made your way to your terminal with around two hours left until you could board your flight. 

After what felt like years of waiting, it was finally time to board the plane. You both quickly made your way to your seats. 

“This all feels so real now,” You say to Clara as you two are getting settled into your seats. 

“I know. I just hope this flight goes quickly.”

“I think it will. We waited years for this trip so this is gonna be a piece of cake.”

The flight attendants do their pre-flight spiel and you guys prepare for takeoff. Flights make you slightly nervous, so you’re happy that Clara is right next to you to calm your nerves. Before you know it, the plane begins to take off and you can see the city growing smaller and smaller in the night as the plane rises. Dinner is served and, of course, it’s bad. But the flight is long, so you eat some just so you have something in your stomach.

After dinner, the lights dim and you decide it’s best to get some sleep. You put on Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, a movie that you’ve seen thousands of times before, so you don’t mind falling asleep during it. You put on your eye mask and attempt to get some sleep. 

You wake up and change the movie a few times throughout the night but finally, it’s morning and there’s about one hour till you land at Dublin Airport. The crew hands out breakfast, but you’re so nervous you can barely eat more than a crumb. 

The plane finally lands and you and Clara can’t contain your smiles anymore. 

“Holy shit we fucking made it,” she says to you as you begin to exit the plane.

“This is so surreal,” you say as the two of you stop and take a minute to take it all in as you wait for your bags. Finally, you spot your matching pink suitcases - courtesy of your parents as a graduation gift - and make way towards the taxis to take you to your hotel.

Because the two of you planned this so far in advance, you got a great deal on a two bedroom air bnb with a kitchen right in the Temple Bar area in the South bank of Central Dublin. When the two of you walk into the apartment, your jaws actually drop.

“Holy shit this is even better than the pictures,” Clara says as she drops the keys and her bags on the kitchen table.

“This is crazy. And to think this is cheaper than so many of the hotels here. We got so lucky.”

“I think I’m gonna shower quickly, then do you wanna grab lunch?” 

“Yeah, I’ll shower too. I’m starving since I didn’t eat breakfast on the plane.”

Clara hops in the shower and that leaves you to explore the apartment further. You each get your own bedroom and you’ll share the bathroom in the hallway. Clara has already claimed the blue bedroom. It has a queen sized bed and guitars hung up on the wall as decor. You make your way to your room, which is painted green and has a bass hung up on the wall, also fit with a queen sized bed. In the living room, there's a small piano and all throughout the apartment there are pictures of famous European musicians. As a music lover, you appreciate these cute details.

Clara finishes her shower and you hop in. The hot water feels nice against your cool skin. It feels much colder here than back home. You make your shower quick, not wanting to waste what little time you have in Ireland. It was currently the 29th and you two planned to stay until January 5th, hoping that gave you enough time to explore what you could of Ireland. 

You put on brown jeans, your favorite green sweater, white Adidas sambas, and your winter coat and quickly do your makeup before the two of you leave the apartment. 

“I saw this place around the corner from here that looked cute, we should check that out for lunch,” you say to Clara while locking up the apartment.

“That sounds great, I’m starving.”

The small little cafe on the street corner offers a perfect introduction to Irish culture. The table near the window allows the both of you to people watch and absorb the Dublin fashion. You order a “Traditional Irish Breakfast,” which is made up of sausages, black and white pudding, bacon, eggs, and grilled tomatoes, while Clara got a “Dublin Coddle,” which was a dish with sausages, bacon, and potatoes cooked in a broth. You ate the majority of your meal, but weren’t a fan of the pudding. The two of you left and made your way down the street to visit all the shops down the road. 

The first shop you went into was an adorable bookstore. It was small, but cozy, and you felt welcome there by the shop owner. 

“What brings you ladies in today?” the short old lady asks you two. 

“Oh, just looking. It’s our first day here so we’re walking around to get an idea of the area,” Clara says to her.

“Oh, that’s lovely! You two will have so much fun here, Dublin is a great city.”

“Yeah, we love it so far! Do you have any recommendations on what we should do?” 

“Oh, The Temple Bar is a classic. It’s big amongst music lovers and young kids, so you’ll have a blast there. They’re doing some shows these next few nights and a huge party on New Years. If you have nothing planned, I’d recommend spending your New Years there.”

“That sounds awesome, thank you so much! It was so nice meeting you.”

The two of you mutter a final thank you and make your way out of the bookstore. 

As you pass The Temple Bar, Clara asks, “What do you think of going here for dinner tonight to see what all the hype is about.” 

“Yeah, that sounds great. It looked so cute when we walked by it before. I’m not too sure about New Years, though. If it’s as crazy as she says it is, I don’t even know if we’d get in.”

“Yeah, that’s true. We definitely need to go at some point though.”

Even though it’s just a few hours past noon, it looks as lively as ever. The outside is decorated with Christmas lights that are sure to be beautiful at nighttime. You two make note of the bar and continue on with the shops on the street. You go into candle shops, record stores, guitar shops, and even shoe stores to pass time. You make small talk with all the owners, who love to hear about your journey; The Irish were so nice. 

It’s around four o’clock when you two finish your shopping. You bought a shot glass, a journal, and a few magnets for your family. You made a point to buy a new shot glass in every new city you visit and even though your collection is growing slightly out of hand, it continues to grow regardless. Clara got a few magnets and a shirt. 

“I’m lowkey tired as hell. How about we go to the bar tomorrow night instead?”

“I was thinking the same thing. I’m sure it’ll be just as fun. We could cook dinner in the apartment tonight, I saw a grocery store a few blocks up from the place,” you reply. 

The two of you make it to the grocery store and stock up on some food for the next week or so. For tonight, you two would make some pasta with garlic bread. You also grabbed some cereal, milk, eggs, bread, and cookies for the rest of the trip.

By 8 o’clock you two are finished with dinner and getting ready for bed. You get snug under your covers and set your alarm for the next morning.

—

You wake up around 9 and get ready for the day. Your routine is simple, so it doesn’t take you too long to get ready. Your everyday makeup takes you around 10 minutes to do and you quickly pick out an outfit: your black Converse, blue jeans, your favorite crewneck, which was of your favorite band, The Strokes, and your jacket on top. The two of you are out the door by 10:30 and head to another restaurant for brunch.

The two of you opted to share your meals today. You got a coffee while Clara got a tea, and you shared a cheese platter and some Irish soda bread french toast. After brunch, you two explored the area some more. You did some touristy things to kill time before you went to the bar. You visited local churches, bridges that went over the river that flows through Dublin, and some museums and art galleries in the Temple Bar area. 

Around 5 o’clock, you guys got dinner at a nearby restaurant before going to Temple Bar for after dinner drinks. The line is long, but eventually you make it inside. The temperature difference was crazy compared to the outside due to how many people were inside. You hear a band playing some song that you don’t recognize and you begin making your way through the bar to find a place to sit. Luckily, you guys snag a pretty big booth and have a great view of the stage where the band is playing. Clara leaves quickly to grab you guys a drink.

You look at the four guys on the stage and are immediately infatuated by the bassist. His beauty is stunning.  He has curly brown hair that is beginning to grow into a mullet, with crystal blue eyes, and oh is he tall. His bass was hung extremely low leaving you wondering how that can even be comfortable. He has black jeans on with Dr. Martens and a black button up shirt that looked like it had mermaids on it. The shirt is kind of ugly, but somehow, he makes it work. 

“Earth to y/n,” Clara snapped in your face. 

“What was that for?”

“I only called your name about five times already, I’ve been back with the drinks for a minute. You’re drooling over that guy, I can tell. He’s cute, but I like the singer. He kinda looks like Bono.”

“Am I that obvious?”

“To me, yeah. Maybe we’ll get lucky,” she laughs as she gives you a shoulder nudge. She sits across from you and the two of you take some pictures for your instagram because duh, when in Dublin, and begin drinking your Guinness.

“This actually tastes like shit,” you say as you wipe your mouth on a napkin.

“Yeah this is disgusting, I should’ve stuck with vodka.”

“Oh hey, it looks like they’re starting another song.”

The singer steps up to the mic and begins speaking. “Hey everyone, once again we’re Inhaler. I’m Eli, this is Ryan on the drums, Josh on Guitar, and Bobby on the bass. Thanks for coming out tonight. This last song is one of our own songs. It’s called It Won’t Always Be Like This. It’s not out right now, but keep an eye out this upcoming year. Hope you enjoy.” 

The lights dim slightly and Ryan and Bobby start the song, followed shortly by Josh on guitar and then Eli comes in and starts singing. There’s a surprising amount of people singing along in the crowd, so you assume they must be popular here in Ireland. 

“He has a pretty good voice,” you say.

“Yeah, they actually don’t seem half bad.”

You look them up on instagram to see that they have less than 40k followers. Josh and Eli are both private, and Ryan and Bobby each have less than 10k.

“Clara, check this out. They’re actually attainable.”

“Oh shit they’re pretty small. You’re right, maybe we actually do have a chance. Wow, we really are delusional.” 

You chuckle then sigh, put away your phone, and continue listening to them play, not taking your eyes off Bobby. You catch him looking at you and you swear that he gives a slight smile before looking back at his bass. 

“Y/N did Bobby just smile at you?” Clara says with a look of pure shock on her face.

“Okay so I wasn’t just imagining that. That actually happened?”

“I mean it’s hard to tell but I looked like this. Fuck, are our delusions finally coming true?”

“Oh, man. I hope so.”

The band finishes off strong and they get a large round of applause as they walk off the small stage. You can see the band putting away their instruments and they begin making their way over to the bar, scarily close to where you guys are sitting.

“Y/N I think they’re staring at us.”

You try to look at them without drawing their attention, but you fail and you make eye contact with three of the four members. All of the sudden, the band makes their way towards you and before you know it, the four of them are standing right in front of you.

“Hey, I’m Eli. Haven’t seen you guys ‘round here before,” the singer says to the two of you without breaking eye contact with your friend.

“Hi, I’m Clara and this is Y/N-” 

“Ooo, you two are American,” Eli says before Clara can even finish her sentence.

“Yup. We’re here visiting for a week or so. Just got here yesterday.” 

“What do you guys think of Dublin so far?” The drummer interjects.

“It’s great. The people are all so nice. Not a fan of Guinness, though,” Clara says and is immediately faced with a look from the boys. 

“Yeah, that’s understandable,” Eli says, “It’s big here but not many foreigners like it, especially the girls. Can I buy you guys a drink?”

Internally, you’re trying not to freak out. You can’t believe your luck.

Clara speaks for you, “Yeah, that sounds great. I’ll have a vodka cranberry and she’ll have a rum and coke.” 

“Coming right up,” he responds as he walks away towards the bar. 

“Can we have a seat?” The drummer asks, but not really asking because they all sat down anyways, not that you would have said no. To your luck Bobby sat next to you, with Josh on his other side, and Ryan across the booth next to your friend with an open spot for Eli. 

“So, what’d you think of the show?” Bobby asks, mainly to you, “I didn’t get your name, by the way.”

“I’m Y/N,” you say shyly. Normally, you were more outgoing. But in a situation like this, you felt yourself reverting to your younger self and couldn’t help but become introverted. “It was really good. We only popped in for the last song, but I liked it. The bass line was killer.”

“Awesome. Glad you liked it,” he said with a smile that left butterflies in your stomach.

Eli finally came back with your drinks, along with a round of Guinness for the boys. You make quick eye contact with your friend, noting that Eli chose to sit next to her instead of Ryan. 

You’re secretly grateful Eli saved you from the conversation. Bobby made you nervous, and you needed some more alcohol in you in order to continue this conversation. You two thanked Eli for the drinks, and you anxiously began sipping it.

“Woah, eager there are we,” Bobby teased you as you each started drinking your drinks.

You blush in response, and hope that he can’t see the rose tint on your cheeks in the bar lighting. 

“So what brings you guys to Dublin?” Josh chimes in. 

“Oh, this was Y/N’s idea. We’ve been planning it for years. We graduated college in May and this was our Christmas/graduation gift to ourselves.” 

“Congratulations, this is an awesome way to celebrate,” Josh replies, “What else is on your itinerary??”

“Honestly, not much. We’re here till the 5th so we definitely have plenty of time to explore. This little lady in a bookshop told us to come here and said we should come for the New Years party tomorrow but I can’t imagine how hard it would be to get in considering how long it took us to get in tonight.”

“Oh, that won’t be a problem at all. We’re playing again tomorrow. We can get you two on the guest list, we’d love to see you again,” Eli says with a smile and a wink.

“Really? That’d be great! Maybe you guys could show us around too,” Clara replies without missing a beat. 

“Sounds like a plan,” Eli says smoothly.

“How about another round?” Bobby offered and you all nod your heads yes, “Y/N, come with me to bring them over?” 

“Yeah, sure,” you reply back. The two of you get up to the bar and Bobby orders drinks for everyone. You can slowly feel the alcohol hitting you and are becoming more confident as the minutes go by.

“I saw you smirk at me onstage,” You blurt out without thinking. 

“I love The Strokes,” Bobby says back to you.

“You smirked at me because you like The Strokes?”

“The Strokes, among other things,” he says with a smile, moving slightly closer to you. “You caught my eye in the crowd. I can tell your friend caught Eli’s,” he says with a chuckle that makes you turn around to see Eli practically all over her. You turn your attention back to Bobby; You didn’t realize how blue his eyes are. Any confidence you just gained went out the window after making eye contact with the boy again. By the grace of God, the drinks are ready and it’s time to go back to the table.

The two of you settle back into your seats and join in the conversation, which turns out to be a heated argument between Ryan and Clara about which band was better, The Beatles or Queen. 

The night goes on, more rounds are bought, and you all grow more tipsy. You can feel Bobby’s gaze on you throughout the night. At one point, he even rests his hand on your thigh. You’re all deep in conversation that you don’t even notice the music ending and the workers who are beginning to clean up the bar. 

“Sorry, lads,” the bartender says to your table, “Closing up for the night. Be sure to come back tomorrow for an even bigger celebration.”

Eli and Clara are preoccupied with each other and they get up from the table first. Next is Josh and Ryan. Finally, you get up from the table with a slight stumble and are steadied by Bobby’s hand on your back. 

“Easy there,” he says with a chuckle, “Here, hold onto my arm.” You give him a little smile and mutter a “thanks” and the six of you begin to walk out of the bar.

“Where’re you guys staying?” Ryan asks.

“An apartment a few blocks down,” you reply while slurring your words. You didn’t remember getting this drunk, and you’re glad that you have Bobby to hold onto. 

“We’ll walk you back. Think you can guide us there?” Bobby says.

“Uhhhh, I think it’s this way,” you point in one direction, while your friend is pointing in the opposite. 

“Do you have the address saved?”

“Yeah, here,” you reply as you hand Bobby your phone.

“You were right, it’s that way. C’mon, let’s get you two home.”

The six of you walk back in the quiet of the night. Eli and Clara are giggling to themselves in the back. Ryan and Josh are in the front leading the way. Bobby’s next to you, still letting you hold onto him to steady yourself. ‘

“How was your first night at an Irish pub?”

“Fun,” you say looking up at him, “your lips are really pink,” you mutter to him, which causes him to chuckle.

“You’re funny,” he says to you.

“Thanks.”

“Looks like we’re here,” you hear Josh say from in front of you. You look up and realize you are, in fact, in front of the apartment. The walk was quicker than you thought. Your friend grabs the keys and Eli opens the door for the two of you. The two of them mutter a goodbye as he gives her a kiss on the cheek. Ryan and Josh say their goodbyes, and that just leaves you and Bobby. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow night, right?” he starts off.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” you say with a smile.

“Good. I’ll keep an eye out for you in the crowd. Goodnight,” he says with a wink. And with that the four boys are on their way home, which leaves you and Clara alone at last.

“What the fuck just happened Y/N?” Clara practically yells at you.

“I have no idea,” you yell back at her.

“Oh I knew our delusions would pay off one day. Rockstar girlfriend here we come.”

“Fuck, I can’t wait for tomorrow.”

The two of you crash down onto the couch to chat some more about the night. All the things Eli said to her and Bobby said to you.

“You know how I said Eli looks like Bono? Turns out that’s his dad!” Clara shouts at you while laughing and staring at the ceiling.

“What?! No way! Oh my god are you sure we’re not dreaming.”

 Eventually, sleepiness comes over the two of you and you retire to your bedrooms. You manage to get into your pajamas and get yourself ready for bed and fall asleep almost instantly.

—

You wake up to the sun shining through your curtains and groan at the brightness. Surprisingly, you don’t feel too hungover, just hungry. The first thing you do is check your phone, and you are met with a text from an unknown number. 

You open it and it reads, Hey, last night was fun. Excited to see you again x. 

Your jaw practically hits the floor when you read it. You realize Bobby must’ve gotten your number from when you gave him the directions last night, but it still feels crazy to you. This stuff only happens in the movies. 

“Oh my god, Clara. Check this out,” you say as you run into her room. She reads it with hungover eyes but as she processes what it is, she wakes up and yells in excitement. 

“Oh my god, tonight is gonna be the best night of our lives,” she screams so loud she probably woke the neighbors. You send him a quick reply and get ready for the afternoon. 

You eat a late lunch at a local restaurant and then walk around the area for a little bit to get some fresh air. After, you two go back to the apartment to start getting ready for the night ahead of you. You decided to make some more pasta for dinner to save some money. After dinner, it was time to start picking your outfits. Since it was new years, the two of you wanted to dress nicer than you had the previous days. Clara decided on a slinky silver dress that ended on her mid-thigh with black boots and a black jean jacket. You decide on a black velvet spaghetti strap dress that has lace around the bra line and bottom and is tight in just the right places, your Dr. Martens, and a black leather jacket. The two of you did your hair and makeup, and began pre-gaming. The two of you decided this night was gonna be crazy, and you wanted to be a little tipsy when you got in there.

After a few drinks, you guys decided it was time to walk over to the pub. You get to the pub and see a long line, but then you remember that the boys got you on a guest list. Clara leads the way and walks the two of you up to the bouncer at the front of the line. 

“Hello, we’re on the list. Clara and Y/N,” she says confidently as the bouncer scans the list. He gets to your names, crosses them off, and lifts the rope to let the two of you in. You’re faced with stares and angry faces, but the two of you don’t have a care in the world. Everything is going your way. You say a quick thank you and walk into the pub. 

Although it’s still a couple hours till midnight, it’s already packed to the brim. You squeeze through the crowd and order two vodka cranberries at the bar to keep you guys at the pleasant level of tipsy you were at while you waited till the boys were done performing. There were no seats left, so you pushed through to the front of the crowd to get a good view of their performance. You try to look for the boys, but don’t see them anywhere. After about 15 minutes, the music stops and the boys make their way onstage as the crowd erupts in applause. The two of you start cheering for them as well, drawing their attention. Eli gives you a smile and then sees Clara, looking her up and down before giving her a wink and then turning to the crowd. As Eli’s introducing the band and their first song, Bobby’s staring you down with a serious face. He adjusts his bass to be positioned lower on his body, which you can only hope that it means your outfit is doing what you intended it to do. 

“Oh, they just totally checked us out,” Clara says to you, without breaking eye contact with Eli, “I’m so excited for tonight.”

The boys play numerous songs and you and Clara are dancing together and with other people in the crowd while they play. They play some of their own songs, as well as some covers. The covers were a hit and the entire crowd was singing along. Throughout their entire set, you could feel Bobby’s eyes on you. He’s wearing black jeans, Dr. Martens, a white t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. Eli introduced their last song, and it felt like it was just Bobby and you in the room with the way that you two were staring at each other. After what felt like forever, they were finally finished with their set, and there was about an hour till midnight. 

The boys head offstage to put away their instruments, and you and Clara rush over to them. It’s almost like they can feel you approaching. Before you can even speak and make your presence known, Bobby turns around to you. 

“Hi,” you say shyly.

“Hi. You look fantastic tonight,” he says while looking you up and down again once more while smirking, making you blush. 

“Shall we get our first round?” Eli shouts over the music that replaced Inhaler’s absence. Eli and Clara make their way to the bar while the rest of you find a spot in the corner to claim. 

“What’d you think of the set?” Bobby asks you.

“Even better than last night’s.”

“Glad you liked it. I was a little distracted on stage though,” he says cheekily.

“Oh, were you? I didn’t notice,” you say with a smile.

“Mhm. That dress looks really good on you.”

“Thanks, I thought so too.”

Eli and Clara come back with the drinks and the group forms a new conversation. Thanks to your and Clara’s pregame, you’re at a great level of drunkenness for tonight. By now, there’s 15 minutes until midnight. You feel Bobby sticking closer to you as the night goes on. Everytime he laughs, he looks at you. His arm is glued around your shoulder.

“Five minutes until midnight! Let's get out there!” She shouts while dragging Eli into the crowd. 

“You heard her, let’s go,” you say to Bobby as you drag him there as well. You lost Clara and Eli, along with Josh and Ryan. But it was okay since you had Bobby there and that was really all you needed. 

The closer it got to midnight, the crazier the energy got in the pub. At about a minute to midnight, the energy was through the roof as you all waited to start counting. There was a big clock counting down the seconds, so you were sure not to miss the clock striking midnight. You were pressed tight against Bobby’s chest, only now realizing how tall he was. 

Twenty seconds to midnight. Everyone started yelling, including you and Bobby. Even though the two of you were already squeezed against each other, you somehow were able to move closer together. 

Ten Seconds. Time seemed to slow down and it felt like an eternity till midnight. 

Five. You look Bobby in the eyes, down to his lips, and then his eyes again.

Four. He grabs your dress by your wait and pulls you even closer. 

Three. You put your arms around his neck.

Two. He moves one hand up to grab your chin and point your head up to him. 

One. The crowd is full of cheers, but it feels like the two of you are the only people in the room. The clock finally hits midnight and Bobby pulls your lips to his. The kiss was slow at first. He pulls away for a second before going back in with more force. He moans into your mouth which causes you to giggle against his lips. He pulls away and you see pure lust in his eyes. You stand on your toes so that you’re able to whisper in his ear.

“Let’s get out of here,” you say while moving your lips down his, leaving a few kisses before leaving a playful bite. He moans, grabs your arm, and drags you out of the pub while you gladly follow.

“Your place is closer than mine, could we go there?” Bobby says, already leading you in that direction.

“Yeah, let me just send Clara a text.”

You check your phone to see Clara has already sent you one.

Went back to Eli’s place. Have fun with Bobby ;)

“Already taken care of,” you say to Bobby while chuckling.

While the air was cold, Bobby’s hand was warm inside yours. At one point he pulls you to the side and presses you against an alley wall, kissing you on the lips. He kisses your neck and his breath is warm against your cold skin. He runs his hands up and down your body and you can feel yourself craving his touch. 

After what feels like an eternity, you make it back to the apartment. You grab your key from your purse and unlock the door. As soon as you shut the door behind you, Bobby has you pressed up against it. You gasp, but are quickly shushed as you’re met with Bobby’s lips on yours. His hands are roaming up and down your body and you can feel yourself needing more. You palm his dick through his jeans, which earns a groan from him. You start walking forward, pushing Bobby to walk back towards your bedroom. 

He opens the door to your room and you push him back until he lands on the edge of the bed and you’re able to straddle his lap. You take off his jacket while he helps you take off yours. You continue kissing his soft lips and eventually make your way back to his neck, kissing a sweet spot by his jaw causing him to let out a moan. You can feel his cock growing in his pants, so you start grinding your hips against his as you begin removing his shirt. His lips start to travel to your neck and your hands are in his curly hair. 

You hop off of his lap, get down on your knees in front of him, and start unbuckling his belt. You get his belt off and he bucks up his hips to help you take down his jeans and his boxers. You slowly trail kisses up from his base to his tip.

“Quit teasing,” he says to you as he begins to gather your hair into one hand and uses the other to guide your head from behind.

You slide your tongue to his tip and slowly run a circle around with your tongue before slipping him into your mouth, earning a groan from him. 

“Mhm, that’s a good girl,” he says encouragingly to you. You bring your hands into your work, which only excites Bobby more. 

You can tell Bobby is close due to the speedy nature of his breathing. 

“Come up here, I don’t want to finish just yet. Though you do a damn good job.” He asserts while letting go of your hair and pulling you up to his face again. “Let’s take this off, yeah?” he whispers in your ear. 

He helps you take off your dress to reveal your black lace bra and matching panties. Your lips crash against each other again as he pulls you on top of him onto the bed. You climb off of him, allowing him to take the more dominant position above you. He starts kissing your chest, and your hands are moving up and down his toned arms. He unhooks your bra and when he takes it off, he looks like a kid in a candy store. He looks up at you and you give him a little nod of encouragement. He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around, and the other nipple is squeezed between two of his fingers. 

After a few minutes of this, he starts continuing down your body. He makes his way down to your panties and his breath against your skin causes you to shiver. He pulls them down your legs slowly, teasing you. 

“You’re so wet,” he teases, “all for me?” and without a warning, he dives his mouth into your vagina  which causes you to gasp in surprise and pleasure. You grab onto his hair to encourage him to keep doing what he’s doing.

“Mmm, you like that?” he says while stopping for a second to look at you.

“Fuck, yes, don’t stop.”

He continues working on your clit and he eventually introduces his fingers. One finger causes you to gasp, two makes you cry out his name, and three is close to sending you overboard. Just as you’re about to reach your climax, Bobby pulls away. You look down at him confused, but you’re met with the sight of him pulling out a condom. 

“You alright with this?” he asks as he slips on the condom.

“Please, wanna feel you inside me,” you reply. 

He meets your lips again one more time before sliding himself inside you. 

“Fuck, you’re so big,” you say.

“Love, I’m not even all the way in yet,” he chuckles while you gasp. “Jesus, you’re so tight, you feel so good.”

With every thrust he puts more and more of himself inside you. The initial pain is quickly taken over by pleasure. You’re grabbing onto his biceps and are slowly coming undone. Tears are brimming in your eyes from the immense pleasure; Bobby wipes them away with his thumb and gives you kisses of encouragement. His chain is dangling over his face, swinging back and forth with each thrust. 

“Harder, I’m so close,” you say as you feel your climax approaching.

“Mmm, me too,” he grunts.

He begins playing with your clit, which brings you to your breaking point. 

“Oh, I’m gonna cum,” you say.

“Oh fuck yes, cum with me baby.”

His thrusts become sloppy as the two of you reach your climaxes together. He falls down on top of you as you both are catching your breath. 

“Fuck. That was amazing. You’re amazing,” he says while giving a kiss to your forehead. 

“Mhm, you’re not too bad yourself,” you reply.

Bobby helps you into his t-shirt and you get up to use the bathroom. You come back to Bobby in his boxers underneath the covers with them drawn enough for you to get in next to him. You hop into the bed and he pulls you close, giving you a kiss on the cheek before the two of you fall asleep.

You wake up in the morning just where you left off the night before: in Bobby’s arms. The sun is shining through the window hitting Bobby’s face beautifully. You can’t help but stare at how peaceful he looks while sleeping. Last night was the start of something exciting, and you can’t wait to see where this takes you.

[feelbokkie]

Don’t Let Me Love You | Chapter 20 (end)

pairing: Felix x fem reader; Chan x fem reader

genre: smau, fake dating, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing,

summary: With the upcoming wedding of her cousin and her ex, Y/n is in desperate need of a date for the wedding that will show the happy couple that she moved on.

word count: 875

screenshot count: 14

©feelbokkie (2023) — all rights reserved. reposting/modification of any kind is not tolerated.

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bonus content: memes part 2

You dig around you bag for your keys as you climb the stairs to your apartment. You spent the entire day at the library taking notes from Sunny and Ro on key details that you wanted in both the anime and the live action that were set to be made within the next couple of years. You and Hyunjin agreed weeks ago that you would make your own lists and meet up when you were done before you went to the executives. The act of rereading your comics were a great distraction from everything else going on.

"Holy fucking shit!" You scream when you look up and see a dark figure standing outside your apartment.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Felix steps out of the shadows and sheepishly smiles.

"You can't just lurk in the shadows like a creep, Lix." You place your hand over your chest to settle your heart.

"I wasn't being a creep, I was waiting for you. Which, now that I said it out loud does sound creepy." He speaks quickly. You pull your key out of your bag and open the front door, letting Felix go in first.

Your heart is still beating fast, but you're unsure if it's because you were just startled to death or because Felix is standing in your apartment after a week of not seeing each other. It's the longest you two have gone without seeing each other since you got back from Jeju.

"What's in the bag?" You ask as you watch Felix set down a bag on your coffee table.

"Ah, well there's the cinnamon crumb cake that you like since you probably didn't have dinner yet and I know how much you like to have dessert first. A-and I was going to get flowers but I know you they make you sad because of how fast they die so I bought lego ones. Only, I didn't know if I should buy the individual ones or the bouquet so I bought all of them." He's speaking quickly again and refusing to make eye contact with you. You've never seen him nervous before, it's kind of cute how squirmy he is.

"You came over to build legos?" You quirk your head to the side. Your heart drops in disappointment.

"No--I mean we can if you want to but-- fuck," He pauses and squeezes his eyes shut, scrunching his nose in concentration.

"Felix, what's wrong?" You set your stuff down on the floor and walk closer to Felix. Your heart is pounding in your ears again.

"Ah, fuck it," He mutters before cupping your face and quickly pressing his lips into yours.

You two stand like that for what feels like eternity. Your eyes flutter shut and you melt into his touch. Almost too soon, Felix pulls away from you. Your eyes slowly open and you're met with Felix's worry filled eyes.

"What...?" You're certain that his simple kiss cut off all oxygen from going into your brain.

"I've been miserable all week. I miss that weird little squeak you do when you laugh that's both so subtle and so noticeable." Felix drops his hands and steps back.

"I squeak?" You laugh.

"You do! I also noticed how boring everything smells in comparison to you. You smell like paper, ink, chocolate, and apples--which is weird because I don't think I've seen you consume a single fruit the entire time we've known each other." He scratches his head and smiles widely at you.

"I eat fruit!" You laugh harder, tears forming in your eyes.

"It doesn't count if they're in a dessert." He laughs. He pauses for a second, looking at you in the eyes, straight into your soul. "The world seems so much darker now. And not in the sense of like dread and horror, but all of the colors look more muted somehow. A-and I miss the way you fit in my arms, which, by the way, feels like they were meant for holding you. Like--"

"Like the missing piece to a puzzle." You say softly. Your heart skips several beats and it takes you a second to remember to breathe.

"Exactly! And, and everything I eat just doesn't taste as good as it used to. And I realized, that everything is better with you. You're right, you did intrude on my life. You came into my life like a stray puppy and I want to keep you."

"I'm scared, Felix." You whisper, dropping your eyes to the floor.

"I'm absolutely terrified." Felix tucks his finger under your chin and tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him. "But you're worth that fear, Y/n. I don't think I would be able to live with myself if I just let you walk out of my life without even trying."

"What if I fuck you up?" Your voice cracks.

"You've already fucked me up. In the best way possible. You took over all of my senses--you made me fall in love with you."

"But--" Felix grabs your face again and presses a long kiss to your forehead. He pulls away and l looks you in the eyes, still holding your face.

"Please, just let me love you."

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Buy me a coffee?

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omg could you do a blurb of a time model reader was on the road with him and he ordered desserts maybe while she was in the shower or something so it’s a surprise and they just soak up all the intimacy that comes with eating dessert together in their hotel room i’m thinking maybe a little sexy time something to make it even better is maybe mat’s sisters or sydney is watching the kids for this roadie so may and model reader could have some time for themselves

Warnings: smut (not edited sorry)

“Mathew, you did not just order all of this,” you gasp looking at just about every desert on the room service menu, sitting on a table near the end of your hotel bed.

You expected your husband to be naked and waiting on the end when you got out of the shower, not pastries and ice cream.

Mat just gives you a shrug while also failing at concealing his excitement. You roll your eyes in return.

“Sorry, I had to. It just all sounded so good. Anyways we can have fun taste testing everything,” he offers.

“When I said I wanted dessert, I meant you. Not actual dessert,” you giggle, coming up to hug him because you aren’t really mad. A little bothered, maybe, but not mad.

“You can still have me, but after we try everything,” Mat says, trying not to jump around. He loves his sweets.

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“I miss the kids,” Mat sighs around the fork, shoveling in the last bite of the decadent, chocolate cake.

“I do, too, but I am glad we get to have a night to ourselves. I’m also very thankful for Liana watching them,” you respond and scoot closer to where your husband is laying down on the bed.

You wrap your arms around his neck and guide his lips to yours. You greedily suck on his tongue and get a taste of the chocolate.

“Mmm… you cannot kiss me like that,” Mat groans and adjusts his thickening cock. The blissed out look on your face is getting to him.

“Why?” You ask in nonchalance and reach a hand under his robe to grope him.

“Because I know that it means no sleep for me,” he answers.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You can still have sex with me and get a good sleep. I promise I won’t go crazy and get cock drunk,” you hummed with a sly smile.

“Mhm sure, pretty girl.” Mat just laughs and hands you a spoonful of ice cream.

“This is really good,” you moan and lay flat on the bed.

“Holy shit. It really is good. We need to find out which brand it is and buy it for the house. I’m sure Nolan and Angel will love it.”

You both share an awestruck smile. It still amazes the both of you that you have three beautiful babies.

“I love you, you know?” Mat says after moments of silence.

You give him a “duh” expression and roll back into his arms.

“I love you, you know?” You repeat, your little laugh being silenced by his mouth on yours.

“I want you,” Mat whispers in your ear, his hand creeping underneath your robe and touching your bare legs.

“You have me.”

A strangled whimper slips off the tip of your tongue as he slides two of his fingers through your wet folds.

He collects your arousal and spreads it over your fluttering hole. Your arms wrap tightly around his neck to anchor yourself as the pleasure starts to make you feel airy.

You attach your lips to the hollow of his neck, preventing your moans from bouncing off the walls. You didn’t need to wake up his teammates next door.

As Mat thrusts his thick fingers into you, you suck on his skin. Your teeth nip at the flesh when he hits a particularly sensitive spot. You try to focus on anything else but the orgasm bubbling in your core.

“Cum on my fingers, baby.”

Your falsely innocent eyes bore into his, your bottom lips caught between your teeth. While his fingers pull you closer to the edge, his thumb goes to your clit and completely throws you into the abyss.

“Just like that. Don’t stop,” you cry and rut your hips up into his hand.

He continues to fuck his fingers inside of you, even as you contract around his digits and writhe around.

“Don’t stop,” you chant, face going into the crook of his neck, because you can’t properly focus on keeping quiet.

His hand moves at a fast pace, taking you beyond your orgasm. Everything tingles and you get that rare sensation in the pit of your tummy.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” you cry out, body going completely flaccid as you squirt around his fingers.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he speaks softly and his thumb gentle massages your overly sensitive bud.

Mat watches as your chest heaves and small teardrops drip roll your cheeks. He softly caresses your body and talks you through one of the longest orgasms you’ve had in a while.

“I love you. You did so good for me,” he whispers into your cheek, accepting your weight as you practically crawl under his skin.

“I love you,” you mutter.

All too soon, you’re falling asleep to your incredible husband tracing each letter of your back tattoo.

[thegreatobsesso]

Popping in to demand, gently and with enthusiasm, that you share some banter from a wip of your choosing, please and thank you

Banter? Oh I don't write banter. I'm not into it. How boring. JUST KIDDING BANTER IS LIFE YES I'LL POST SOME 😍😍😍😍😍

In fact I love it so much I'll post some from both my WIPs (although, holy shit, is it correct to call The Insuppressible Callie Ray a WIP when it's done? 😱).

The Insuppressible Callie Ray, Simon POV:

“Why don’t you just get back with her?” she demanded. “It turns my stomach, you know. You’re so broken-up over her, it’s literally sickening.”  “Can we not do this right now?”  “Whatever, listen, you don’t even see how good this is,” she pressed, drawing her feet underneath her and leaning toward him in her excitement. “This is what you do: you just start dating Ash. Like, super casual. That’ll make the other one jealous, and then she’ll want you back. See? You can have your cake and eat it too.”  She made jazz hands, and he stared at her. “Ta da!”  “Wow.”  “I know, right?”  “No, that wasn’t complimentary.”  Her expression deflated. “I’m just trying to help. You’re kinda clueless with women.”  “Yeah, and you’ve got them all figured out. Your last one-night stand worked out great.”  Her eyes went wide and she huffed and turned away from him, hugging her mug to her chest. “That was low, Bennett,” she complained. “Really low.”  He sniffed. “What in god’s name are you drinking?”  “Coffee,” she pouted. “Just like you.”  “It smells like a buttercream avalanche, how many flavor shots did you use?”  “Enough to make it taste good.” 

And here's a snippet of Octavius enjoying himself with reporters in what is currently the first scene of gay crime BDSM story:

:) :) :) Thanks for the ask @revenantlore!!!

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✨ WIP intro

🔖 tag list: @winterandwords // @revenantlore // @space-writes // @indecentpause // @words-after-midnight // comment to be added or removed!

📝 all posts from WIP: gay crime bdsm story

[harrywavycurly]

Hey Sarah! Love your work💕 can I ask for fiancé Eddie and the reader talking wedding stuff? Thank you in advance!!

Hiii babes!!! Awe you’re so sweet! I loved doing this, kinda made it where you’re a bit overwhelmed and also just random fluff so I hope you enjoy it!🥹💖

-this is you and fiancé Eddie from the texting series-

*You’re overwhelmed but have no fear your fiancé Eddie is here also you drop his petname in public*

“Gold or white?” “Uhh whatever you like baby.” “Eddie…just pick gold or white?” “It’s a tablecloth they both look nice…for tablecloths.” “I can’t do this.” “Can’t do what?” “This! I can’t pick everything myself it’s too much I just…I need your help so please just pick gold or white?” “I’m sorry sweetheart. I uh..let’s see…yeah I like the white it will look nice.” “Thank you.”

“Those look pretty. Is this for like the center of the table?” “Yes these are the centerpieces. You said you liked white flowers with some greenery since we are getting married at Lover’s Lake it’ll help bring it all together.” “I did say that huh? I am good at this whole wedding planing thing.” “Yup your new title is Eddie Munson the wedding planner.” “Has a nice ring to it. But what do you think? Are you happy with them?” “I love them. I think it’s going to be so pretty.” “You want candles on the tables as well right?” “Yes the fake ones. I don’t need Dustin or Lucas setting anything on fire.” “Smart choice.”

“Are you done with your vows?” “What vows?” “Eddie…our wedding vows.” “We have to come up with our own?” “You told me you wanted to write them? Have you not started?” “I thought we like get told what to say to each other?” “If that’s what you want that’s fine we don’t need to write our own vows if you don’t want to.” “No no I can write my own. Just know my goal is to make you ugly cry.” “Same.” “Wait what? Did you say same?” “Yes. You’re totally going to cry when I read mine to you.” “You’re done with yours?” “Yes. I’ve been done for a few weeks.” “Overachiever…” “I might have even snuck in a lord of the rings quote.” “You’re fucking with me.” “You’ll just have to wait and find out.” “If you talk Tolkien to me on our wedding day I won’t survive.” “You’ll be fine…where are you going?” “I’ve got work to do…who’s that author that writes those sexy time books you read? I can’t find that one about Drake on your shelf” “Edward Munson you can not quote a romance novel in your wedding vows.” “Says who?”

“Baby please don’t make me try another one.” “This is the last one and I think it’s the winner.” “Baby…we have tried six different cakes and I’m going to be honest they are all starting to taste the same.” “Please honeybuns just one more bite.” “God you just haaddd to call me that didn’t you?” “Pleaseeee.” “You’re not playing fair baby….fine this is the last one or I will literally explode.” “Have…have you been eating the whole slice for every flavor?” “Uh..yes?” “Eddie! You just need to take a bite not eat the whole slice.” “You tell me this now? After I’ve eaten six pieces of cake…” “I’m sorry…but what did you think of the last one?” “I liked it. I agree it’s the winner.” “Did we just pick a wedding cake?” “I think…yeah I think we did.” “Holy shit.” “I think by the time our wedding rolls around I’ll finally be able to look at cake and not feel sick.” “I’m sorry…I should’ve told you about the one bite rule.” “You’re so lucky I’m madly in love with you.”

“What’s got you so tense princess?” “Marrying you.” “Oh yeah? Marrying me is making you tense?” “Yes it’s stressful and you know I hold my stress in my shoulders.” “Let’s see what I can do about that okay?” “Ohh how many guests did we agree on? Twenty?” “Do we need guests? We could make it a private ceremony and just have it be the two of us…how’s that feel baby?” “Feels good…your hands are a little cold. But really Eddie was it twenty or twenty five?” “Sorry sweetheart let me just warm them up really quick…uh I’d say start at twenty and the max is twenty five? Neither of us has a lot of family to invite it’s mainly friends.” “You have magic hands has anyone ever told you that?” “Just you princess. What’s next on the list hmm? Let’s keep going. “Uh is Dustin your best man?” “No, he was an option but I uh…I asked Wayne.” “Did he tell you no because he’s my man of honor?” “He did tell me you had asked him first but uh…yeah he said yes. He’s just happy to be included really.” “As if he had a choice. He’s standing beside us when we get married even if he doesn’t want to.” “Pretty sure that’s why he made it easy and just said yes.” “The two of you are going to be blubbering messes.” “Hey! The Munson men are just emotional okay? We can’t help it.”

[resident-gay-bitch]

got the idea from this, don’t ask me why

“eddie.” steve whispered into the dark night.

eddie made a weird noise in response, not quite a word and not quite anything else.

“eddie, are you awake?”

eddie sighed, turned his head to face steve, still laying on his stomach, “well i am now.”

steve just looked up at the roof, “i… no, don’t worry. it’s dumb.”

“no, what?” eddie asked, trying to force his eyes open now, genuinely concerned for his boyfriend, “what’s on your mind, stevie?”

“well, it’s just something i overheard some girls talking about at work today, and it’s been on my mind.”

“what’d they say? we’re they homophobic?”

“no.” steve huffed with a smile, “no, it’s just… irs just silly.”

“okay…”

“well, they were talking and, well, one girl had asked her boyfriend something and she was telling her friend about it, and they were swooning over it.” steve turned to look at eddie, who barely had his eyes open, “i just wanted to ask you.”

“okay.” eddie said, curious and nervous.

clearly it was something important, for steve to be lying awake about it at this unholy hour. for him to wake eddie up about it, when he knows how much of a grump eddie is in the morning if he doesn’t get a full nights sleep.

“would…” steve cleared his throat and looked back up at the roof, “would you still love me if i was a worm?”

eddie tensed for a moment, “sorry… what?”

“if i was a worm.” steve said, like it was obvious

“yeah…?”

steve huffed, “if like, tomorrow i just woke up as a worm or something, would you still love me?”

eddie blinked a few times, pushed himself up to lean on his palm, “you woke me up for this?”

steve nodded, “it’s just been on my mind.”

steve seemed to genuinely care about the answer.

eddie smiled, reached forward to sweep his boyfriends hair back out of his eyes, “stevie, my love,” he said voice sticky sweet, a tenderness in his eyes that had steve’s stomach fluttering, “if you were a worm, and i was a bird, i’d pick you to eat first out of all the other worms in the world.”

and then he leant over and pressed a kiss to steve’s head and snuggled back into bed.

“love you, baby.” he muttered with closed eyes.

if you were a worm, i’d eat you first?

steve wanted to get mad, he really did. that’s not what he asked. he wanted to know if eddie would still love and take care of him. but he said it with such genuine sweetness that steve was conflicted. should he get mad, or should he fall deeper in love?

“eddie?” he asked again.

eddie huffed, “yes, stevie.”

“why would you pick me to eat first?” steve said.

eddie opened one eye to look at him, “because you’d be the tastiest worm, obviously.”

“but why?” steve asked.

eddie furrowed his brow, “because you would be the best looking worm in the world, and you’re so sweet on the inside it would be like a good bowel of lucky charms.”

woah, eddie really loved lucky charms. they were his most favourite cereal in the world, his most favourite breakfast, his most favourite snack. he was never allowed it as a kid because it was so unhealthy, so whenever he got it now he’d go crazy for the sugary treat.

lucky charms were eddie’s most favourite thing in the world to eat, and he just compared them to steve.

“probably better.” he mumbled again, eyes closed.

holy shit, no way! eddie said he’d be better than a good bowel of lucky charms?

steve couldn’t help the sickly sweet feeling that crept up inside him, the smile that worked it’s way to his lips. he loved eddie so much it made him dizzy.

“i’d eat you first too.” he said to eddie before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

eddie smiled, “i hope so.” he grinned, “have you seen my ass? best cake out there.”

steve shoved him and laughed.

“that’s exactly my reasoning.” steve curled into his boyfriends side.

eddie kissed steve’s temple, pulled him in close, “now sleep, no more waking me up.”

“love you, eddie.”

“love you too, wormie.”

oh yeah, eddie was it for him.

[jankwritten]

DAY 2: FIRST DATE/FIRST KISS

Nico stacks another branch onto the roof of a fort and steps back with his hands on his hips to observe it. He’s always had a keener eye for fine details - Jason’s the planner. Nico is the doer. 

They were ten when they built this fort for the first time, giggling as they bundled up sticks, tearing dead vines down from the trees to tie the roof together. It blew down in the first storm that came through town. Jason cried about it, sitting in the barely-standing foundational square, the laid out borders he’s spent so long excited to execute. Nico sat with him in silence. It was cathartic. 

They rebuilt it the next summer. That one blew down too, though Jason only found out because he stumbled across Nico trying to rebuild it by himself. Nico had looked back at him, caked with dirt, sweat-streaked and sun-burnt, so fucking determined, Jason didn’t even have room to grieve. He was too busy realizing what love felt like. 

Jason graduated from college last weekend. 

Nico, apparently, still rebuilds their fort. 

“I brought lunch,” Jason says. 

Nico startles, turning quickly over his shoulder, wielding one of his sticks like a bat. For a second, it’s almost like he doesn’t recognise Jason, his eyes swiping up and down quickly, brows drawn in. 

“Sorry.” Jason shifts the basket up to his elbow and holds his hands up, smiling. “Your dad told me where you were.” 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Nico’s stick falls to the wayside. He looks at the picnic basket and makes a face. “Oh god. Don’t tell me he gave you that, too.” 

“No, no, this was all me,” Jason says, shifting the basket to his other arm. It’s heavy, full of snacks and foods he remembers Nico liked, a long time ago. Half of it he probably doesn’t care for anymore. Hopefully the nostalgia will fill in those gaps. 

Guilt isn’t quite the thing that climbs into his gut. Jason doesn’t remember his best friend’s favorite foods anymore. That just doesn’t sit right. 

But he’s home, now. And he can fix that. 

“Want to, uh. Eat?” 

Nico still doesn’t look totally convinced, glancing between Jason and the basket, back and forth. His eyes narrow. He drops the stick. “Fine, yeah,” he says. “But, also, you have to tell me why the fuck you’re here.” 

“Only if you tell me why you’re still building that damn fort.” 

“Deal.” 

Nico kissed Jason for the very first time in that fort. 

They were fifteen, spending the night out in the woods on a dare. It was quiet in the way nights always are when there’s shit not being said, shit that should be said. 

It wasn’t anything revolutionary. They were laying there, side by side, staring at the trees through the holes in the roof they couldn’t fix, and then all of a sudden Nico leaned over and kissed him. It was a quick peck, off center and damp and too hard. Jason still gets a little tingly feeling in his fingertips when he thinks about it. 

They didn’t date, then. If there’s one thing Jason regrets, it’s that; letting Nico think Jason didn’t like him back. 

“What was that?” Jason had whispered, too stunned to think of anything other than holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. 

Of course, that clammed Nico up. Scared him off. 

By the time either of them brought it up again, Jason was off to college, and Nico had accepted a job with his father. There was nothing to talk about, really. 

But Jason is here now, dammit. He’s here now, and Nico still rebuilds their fort, and it all has to mean something. 

It means, years later, when they’re arguing over a bottle of wine and homemade peanut butter and jellies, Nico insists their first date was that time in the woods, when Jason ambushed him with a picnic and spread his heart out on the leaves. That time Jason brought him memories in a handbasket, things Nico had forgotten in his anger. 

Jason thinks their first date was a night Nico’s always told himself he dreamt, a night when he was fifteen and the world stopped for a second and he forgot who he was, who Jason was, when Nico kissed him, like an idiot. 

It isn’t the first time they’ve had this argument. It will not be the last. 

[autumn-solitude]

Killer wants to sleep in Cross’ bed despite there being multiple rooms (bodyguard au)

It was late.

“So I said, nah, I’ll mustard up some energy.”

Very late.

“C’mon, Crossy. That’s where you’re supposed to laugh.”

Late enough that everyone in the house should have been asleep, and yet here Cross was, listening to Killer’s poor attempts to engage him in conversation.

“Hey? Hey Cross?” Killer was propped up on an elbow, having made himself comfy. “Crisscross. My client with the hot, hot bod and burly man tits aka padding aka just ecto under that tight, tight tank. My fit witness to protect. You awake?”

“Why are you in my bed?” Cross eventually grumped, sighing in aggravation as Killer eagerly perked up and sidled closer across the mattress.

“I’m cold.” Killer whispered conspiratorially, eye sockets scrunched up gleefully with a massive shit-eating grin firmly in place.

Cross didn’t fully believe the excuse; he could see through the mask by now.

Killer was acting as if several days ago he’d never being buried alive in mud. As if being frantically dug out by hand, carefully revived, and then painstakingly cleaned off hadn’t been a traumatizing experience on top of Killer believing that Cross had been successfully abducted; that Killer had failed his duty as Cross’ bodyguard.

“…you are aware that there is a fireplace in Dream’s living room?” Cross questioned seriously, struggling to banish the soul-wrenching sight of Killer’s bones being caked with mud, the worst of it solidified within parted teeth and sockets, as if Killer had been cruelly pinned face first into the wet muddy hound before being buried in it, alone and-

“Sure. I know.” Killer inched closer with a curious tilt of his skull. “But you know what?”

“Killer.” A warning. A plea to take it easy after such an experience. Cross bunched up slightly, an automatic response to someone encroaching on his personal space. The ex-soldier watched in trepidation as Killer’s grin hitched up, signaling he was about to lay his next words on thick and dramatic.

“I don’t want the fireplace.” Killer placed a hand to his brow. “You have ruined me by providing your toasty body to warm me up after that boat incident in the harbor.”

Cross was glad Killer was recovering well from the whole buried in mud ordeal, but was this really the best way to cope with the nightmares that followed? Not that Cross really had a say in how anyone else handled their trauma, considering Cross himself didn’t always have the best coping methods either.

“But you already knew that, didn’t you Crossy?” Killer invaded Cross’ space confidently as he experimently slid a hand along the other’s jaw, lightly running the tips of his phalange along. “You’re hotter than any fire.” The bones clicked along, before the phalange trace the underside of Cross’ jaw. “A beacon in the dark to a cold bastard like me to watch your fine, fine backside while I get all warm and fuzzy. A burning presence that-urk!” Killer was cut off as he was suddenly yanked forward right where he wanted to be, his face pressed directly into Cross’ chest. “Hell yeah.” Came a muffled whimper of surprise.

“I’m too tired for this bullshit of yours.” Cross maneuvered an eager Killer away from his summoned deep purple ecto beneath the tank top (Killer protested this by squirming and trying to turn back around). With a grumble, Cross flipped Killer over again, then dragged him backward into his body, sleepily thinking how perfectly Killer fit the line of his body from chest to thighs as he burned off excess magic. “Go to sleep.” Maybe he could help the other skeleton monster stave off any lingering nightmares, like this. Because Killer did have a point that Crosd had shared his body heat, when Killer had been shivering from icy cold water after being flung from their fishing boat.

“Holy shit.” Killer wheezed out as Cross’ arms wrapped around his waist, one under his lower back and one below his wavering target soul over his waist. Killer’s breath hitched when Cross snuggled in closer and tucked the bodyguard’s skull beneath his jaw. Killer lie stunned, hands gripping the sheets before unlatching to go to Cross’ in a death grip of disbelief. Cross was spooning him! Damn, he really was warm and toasty. “You sure know how to treat a guy right, Cross.”

An actual honest answer.

Amazing.

Cross was too exhausted and emotionally compromised to think about that honestly.

“You’re blushing, aren’t you?” Killer teased, but without the usual sass. “I have that effect on people.” Tacked on, as if to cover himself from having an emotion over being so close to Cross.

“Shut the fuck up and go to sleep.” The ex-soldier mumbled irritably (he was blushing, dammit) as he squeezed Killer tighter to him, in an effort to stop the excited squirming. Cross relaxed incrementally once Killer finally settled, albeit oddly letting out little wheezes of breath and twitches until Cross realized he’d been holding Killer too tightly and loosened his grip, horrified if the action and hoping he didn’t make Killer feel trapped like he had in that mud pit.

“Hngh.” Killer issued out unintelligibly before suddenly turning over in Cross’ arms to plant his face straight back into Cross’ chest, voice coming out dazed and muffled, hands drifting lower as the bodyguard cupped the back of Cross’ shorts experimentally. Killer sighed wistfully at what he found, tone shifting to cover unease as it became light and salicious. “Oh yeah, that’s the shit.”

“Killer…” Cross moved his arms, tenderly placing his hand to the back of Killer’s skull and cervical vertebrae, drawing out a delighted gleeful gasp. The ex-soldier proceeded to smother his bodyguard by shoving the Killer’s face harder into the tank covered ecto, prepared to let go the moment Killer showed any signs of discomfort. However, being crushed to solid ecto warmth apparently was a-okay to the other monster and Cross let out a patient sigh but a firm “Hands off!”

“Noooo your summoned ass feels great in my hands.” Killer protested, face smothered by ecto and not at all put out by this as his hands moved.

Cross let out a surprised yelp.

“And would you look at that? It slaps nicely under my hands too, soldier boy.”

Dream, peering into the room, shook his skull in bemusement over the sight of the ensuing wrestling match. He didn’t believe he was ever going to understand what kind of relationship was forming between Killer and Cross. But at the very least the two could find comfort in one another after what had happened. But Dream and Swap still had the culprits to deal with, even though the little group was no longer a threat. The would-be abductors could possibly have information to help piece together how Nightmare was getting instructions to others outside of his prison cell.

Killer suddenly let out a delighted whoop over being pinned onto his back on the bed by a fond of exasperated Cross, soul an inverted heart as a pale white eye light gazed up.

With a resigned sigh over the continued overtime, but happy both monsters were okay, Dream finally withdrew from the cracked open door to return to his own room. Dream idly wondered if Killer could still be employed as a bodyguard after this was all over with, when it was clear that not only was Killer interested in Cross’ well being despite being an ass, he also was very attracted to Cross, even if Killer would deny it was more than the ex-soldier’s body he was interested in. But that pale eye light fondly watching Cross with a soft smile was different than Dream had ever seen Killer direct to anyone since he’d know the bodyguard.

[your-local-grubdog]

Startouched AU: Hocotate Pt. 2

And the final half to this big AU post: the culture half! If you haven't seen part one (planet and biology) and you'd like to then you can do so here. Otherwise, get another drink as this will be a long one again.

Also, still working on getting all the art out as their own posts! Same will apply to any art used here.

Values

There are three main values that Hocotations hold above others, though these often end up conflicting with each other with their modern interpretations. These values are family (extended to community in rural areas), hard work, and loyalty (which intertwines with the others quite a lot). 

Hocotation households are usually multi-generational, though you find a few exceptions here and there, with family members taking care of eachother for potentially lifetimes. Being loyal to your family is seen as important, and abandoning them or betraying them in any way is cause for public shaming. Adultery is seen as an unforgivable act, with many people being unable to leave the effects of it behind even if they were to improve as an individual (or were innocent all along). Getting along with your family is also seen as important, though often to the point that certain forms of mental and emotional abuse are expected to be forgiven and forgotten - particularly between parent/child relationships (note that this idea does not extend to friends and dating partners). Conversely, physical abuse and neglect are seen as betraying your family and are thus unforgivable as well. Because Hocotations usually live with their family, Hocotations that live on their own are considered suspicious, with it being assumed they betrayed their family somehow. 

The idea of “hard work” has been twisted more and more with time, to the point where it's now seen as admirable to work yourself to exhaustion. Employees are expected not to just work hard at their place of employment, but to show loyalty to it as well and stick through with them even when times are rough. Of course, employers don’t have nearly as much societal pressure to do the same for their employees. Long hours and grueling tasks are considered normal, as well as doing whatever extra favors you must do to get promoted. In the past, however, it simply referred to the general idea of putting what you are capable of giving into a task. If you only had so much to give, it was considered okay. This change has mostly been caused by the introduction of space exploration: most other alien peoples don’t have pseudo-hibernations or even true hibernations (a time when very few Hocotations work: it’s a guaranteed 3-month break). Thus, to be able to match what competing alien companies can do, Hocotation companies often expect their employees to work harder during the warm months no matter the cost. 

Though this begs the question: Which is more important? Which can be sacrificed so the other may thrive? You cannot give your all to your family AND to your workplace. Society at large wants to have their cake and eat it too, though this is causing more and more conflict: especially with employers wanting more money mixed with a quickly growing punk counter-culture. 

Government

A very short history of their government because holy shit I can’t be stopped. It used to be royal families ruling over each individual sub continent and fighting a lot, to the royal families working together and voting for one of them to be in power for however long, to the general population forcing a house of representatives and a senate to be created - both of which everyone eighteen and up are able to vote on. Still, things are not ideal: the royal families still hold a lot of power, and the senate in particular is rigged in their favor. Thus, they and their ideals still influence Hocotate greatly - especially in the sub-continents each are a part of. 

Holidays

Outfits

For most holidays, Hocotations will forgo their typical clothing in favor of festival clothes. Each individual will typically have only one festival outfit, as they are expensive and difficult to maintain. The exception to this are the children's outfits, which are considerably cheaper to accommodate how often a child will need to get a new one as they grow. Still, the children's outfits are typically hand-me-downs that are kept in the family for as long as they can last.

These outfits for the holidays are heavily gendered, though it is not uncommon to see these ideas challenged in various ways such as mixing/matching masculine and feminine styles. 

Men will wear one-pieces that button up on the front and have baggy sleeves and legs.A cloth belt will be tied around their waist. A poncho-like piece of cloth will be draped over their shoulders, held together with a button. Individuals from powerful or otherwise notable families may have their family emblem displayed on these buttons, while everyone else will have the emblem of whatever sub-continent they are from. 

Women will wear a long dress with even baggier sleeves. The chest part of this dress will often have a few buttons in order to adjust the size slightly. A multi-layered sash is worn around the waist, and a choker-type collar with long ribbons attached to the back is worn around the neck. The collar may display either the family emblem (again, if from a powerful or notable family) or the emblem of their sub continent.  

Both men and women will wear the same close-toed slippers. The colors and patterns on these outfits differ greatly between individuals.

(Note: emblems are not shown in this example because I haven't actually designed any LMAO, not sure if I ever will)

List

They have a small handful of as-of-now unnamed holidays. Which ones are celebrated and how varies from region to region, but the general list is as follows:

A new year's celebration at the beginning of spring, also celebrating the coming of spring

A summer solstice festival, where families will go out on picnics and hit up local carnivals. The short night will be brightly lit for a few hours with paper lanterns and lights of all kinds. 

A harvest festival in the fall, meant for seeing extended family one final time before winter.

The winter solstice is also celebrated, but has the most variance due to being in the middle of winter. Various areas and even various families have wildly different ways of celebrating, so it's impossible to pin down any one true way of celebrating. 

Homes and Households 

Their buildings are all specifically designed to deal with winter. Roofs look like a horizontal "{" (pointy bracket thing idk what it's called), allowing for some snow to build up and help insulate the house but still causing most to fall off as to not put too much weight on the house. The area is terraformed beforehand so that the house will stand on a hill. Garages, if present, will be part of the basement of the house. All houses are also at least two stories tall, and even the cheapest of houses are fairly large - note that their housing market is such that these houses are affordable to two adults working full time, plus other family members usually help if possible/present. As one example, Olimar’s house has five bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms, and a study! This large size is to accommodate the multi-generational nature of most households and makes sure most family members have some sort of space of their own. 

The first floor will always have at least one bedroom, though having more than one first floor bedroom is seen as a luxury. This is to accommodate the elders of the household, who will stay in this bedroom rather than any of the second floor ones. 

Hocotations don't have central heating, instead heating only the individual rooms they need to warm up. Whatever rooms are designated as the "cold" rooms get treated like extra fridges for drinks and dried goods. They have kotatsu-like appliances used as a dining table and general family gathering spot in the winter; in the warmer months, the blanket can be put away and the kotatsu used as another table. Hocotation kotatsu are almost always in the living room; they would only be in other spaces if (A) a guest room has a tiny one or (B) the family is rich and has a massive house. They are built for floor seating, pillows as rests are traditional but floor seats with backings are available for those who need them. Those who cannot sit on the floor at all will use their own heated blankets.

Open floor plans are not a thing on Hocotate unless you live near the equator. Rooms must be able to be shut in completely to trap heat in. Thick currants to cover doors, windows, and arches as needed are present.

Ramps are used instead of staircases to walk up to house doors. This is mainly due to the natural Hocotation response to sliding on ice (as salting roads/stairs is pretty pointless for reasons we'll soon get into) works flawlessly on flat surfaces and inclines… but causes hard falls near edges and in turn, stairs. Note that this is only for outdoor settings, and most indoor settings will still use typical staircases. 

As mentioned multiple times now, Hocotation households are multi-generational. Specifically, they tend to have three generations in them at a time: grandparents, parents, and children. Grandparents will stay in the first floor bedroom, while everyone else is in a second floor bedroom. Traditionally, the eldest child will inherit the house. Eventually the grandparents will pass, the parents will become the “grandparents” and move into the first floor bedroom. If they haven't already the heir will be encouraged to get married and have a kid. The sibling(s) of the heir, if they have any, will stay until they marry. Once the sibling(s) marry, they’re expected to either move in with their spouse if their spouse is an heir or to move into an apartment with them before eventually buying a home. Of course, expectation is not always reality and families do sometimes deviate from these. 

Each Hocotation household will have a certain smell associated with them. As mentioned earlier, Hocotations have a strong sense of smell, and as a result they tend to find certain scents fascinating. It isn’t uncommon for a Hocotation household to have many candles or incense burning just to make it smell a certain way. Oftentimes, whatever scent they choose becomes associated with them, causing people to think of them when simply smelling the scent somewhere else. Using Olimar’s household as an example again, his constantly smells like cinnamon and thus people associate him and his family with cinnamon. 

Winter

Winter is not just freezing on Hocotate, but early winter brings with it a harsh snowstorm that forces people to hunker down in their houses. The snow piles up high, making travel unsafe and ill advised. Everything in whichever hemisphere is experiencing winter will slow down as families cuddle up inside. Having enough supplies to last through winter is a must, so families will stock up on canned goods, frozen meats, shelf-stable foods, various personal hygiene items, cleaning supplies, and other necessities. Most people stop working, getting a guaranteed three months off - not due to just the snow, but also because of the pseudo-hibernation. Some may choose to work from home (or be required to by their boss), but the only ones who must leave their homes for work are hospital workers and certain charity workers (ie, people who run a food bank; even then, it’s not required but heavily encouraged). People will leave their homes only in cases of emergencies. 

Richer Hocotations will usually just own a house in each hemisphere, and move to the other when winter is close. Royal families and various politicians will not do this, as they are meant to stay with their subcontinent as their representatives.

Misc

Day to day clothing is virtually identical to that of typical American/Western European clothing, didn’t have enough to say on that alone so no entire section for it

Hocotation school is structured much like American school. The big difference is that winter break lasts all winter (for… obvious reasons), and is the break between changing grade levels. They otherwise only get a month-ish off in summer and a week off in fall, with occasional periods off for the various holidays.

There are LGBT+ rights on Hocotate, but they are not always enforced. Queerphobia is common but on a slow decline. 

Hocotations are also known to keep small collections of items that mean something to them. These collections are highly personal and thus vary wildly, but can range from engagement rings to a cool pebble your friend found.  

Hocotate's most practiced religion is a polytheistic one wherein families/communities/individuals (depending on where you go) will gravitate to one particular deity to study/worship. These deities are split into groups of major Gods above, minor Gods above, major Gods below, and minor Gods below. The Gods below are not evil, but are usually considered to use a more “tough love” approach and rule over more negative or unpredictable domains. 

The belief in ghosts/spirits is also common even in otherwise nonreligious people.     

Hocotate engineers just have to complete so many years of college and internships, compared to Koppai having apprenticeships. However, they can still choose to go to Koppai and be apprenticed, and be acknowledged as an engineer on Hocotate.

All you need for a space faring license on Hocotate is to be 18 or older, have a fairly clean driving record, and to take courses on how to fly + repair a ship. Needless to say, Hocotate is infamous for having the most lax rules when it comes to this (most other planets need a stricter driving record, to be 21, and to also take a first aid class).  

Hocotations use powder-based makeup, which stays until their next shower. This even applies to their lipstick.

Because Hocotation fur takes like a million years to dry and eats up a LOT of shampoo, showers/baths are not a daily occurrence in their lives. Thankfully, their fur does a decent job at keeping itself clean for a time.

Hocotations hands and feet look like paws! This is mostly because of my inability to draw hands and feet (oops) rather than a solid fact of this AU, so feel free to give them normal hands or paws. 

Most Hocotation royal families also run businesses on top of the government stuff. These businesses tend to dominate their industries. 

Hocotation royal families have large estates with several buildings within them. Elders tend to have a house all to themselves. In general, these palaces are considered peak luxury on Hocotate. However, they tend to own little real estate outside of these palaces, aside from company related buildings and summer homes, as it is illegal for royal family members to be landlords. 

Most older ways of thinking dictate covering up tails, while younger folks cut holes in their pants/skirts to show them off. The generation Olimar and his wife belong to find it strange, but don't find it shameful either; a sort of in between of the two ideals, if you will.

[scum-belina]

I cannot stress enough that out in the real world all this “women are old hags by 30″ shit does not really exist. And the few men or women who do espouse that bullshit are the same losers who do online and trust me, NONE of them are anything admirable or anything to envy. They’re always embittered losers who attack and bully others to try to make themselves feel better for their own miserable lives that they refuse to fix. 

At my old job there were tons of twentysomethings but the two most attractive women were 37 and 44 and had tons of actually nice and good-looking men after them. These women were just as attractive outside as they were on the inside though. Most of the twentysomethings were caked up in too much makeup, false lashes that literally weighed their eylids down, and an overall still too young and had immature attitudes. The other two women were just their authentic selves and seemed to just embrace and take care of their natural beauty, all while working hard and being a kind person.

Too many girls and women of all ages think their outward looks are all that matter, and lose their whole personality in the process of trying to look good on the outside, and they take it too far and think they have to change their entire face and do unnatural injections and shit to it to make it attractive, and that is simply a lie straight out of hell. Learn what features you have (face shape, eye shape, nose shape, cheekbones, etc) and learn what eyebrow shape suits you face best, take care of your skin with a good cleanser and predominantly natural based moisturizers, learn what colors of makeup and clothes look best on you, and learn how to use makeup in a non-extreme way to enhance your features (the occasional dramatic makeup look is fine though and fun).

 And if you don’t want to wear any makeup at all too, that’s totally fine! Just don’t be an ass about it when other women like to wear it. I take care of my skin and have learned to love all my features (even my bigass aquiline nose!!!) but I have hereditary dark under eye circles that just WILL. NOT. Go away. Any time I do the “no makeup” thing people are like “your eyes omg are you sick???” some things just need makeup ok. Don’t judge when someone wears it just because you don’t. You’re no better or worse than them.

This has turned into what is likely an incomprehensible rant, but what I’m trying to say is: do not let people make you feel less attractive because of your age. Especially your THIRTIES like holy shit that is still incredibly young. Just...take care of your health with adequate exercise and healthy eating and drinking, dress well, keep clean, and try to learn to love who you are. The right people will find you attractive and love you for who you are inside and out. And they will still love you when you got no makeup on, drunk, and are eating hot cheetos with sweetened condensed milk, and they will expect you to love them when they do something similar lmao. We are all constant works in progress and need people in our lives who know that so we can all get better together. 

idk where I even went with this I’ve been 2 weeks sober alone with my thoughts so here’s some thoughts

[misano17]

so uhh, ahahah. More villainess Mika brainrot I’m so fucking sorry.

so I figured out some important world building things.

first up it’s one big empire comprised of a bunch of tiny kingdoms. Think Holy Roman Empire or America but if every state was florida (ie beautiful landscape, batshit government)

so each noble house is named after a bird. <3

And the bird titles encompass the head family of that house and also all of their subordinate families.

so, for instance, the house of Crows is run by the Itsuki family. The Narukami family is also part of the house of Crows but they don’t run it because they are a subordinate family. Cool, cool.

anyways the main imperial house is the house of Crows so Shu has ultimate authority (this is a bad thing actually)(“who let this man run an empire, what malicious god put him on that throne?” I say as I hand myself a mirror)

so this empire is only staying together thanks to fancy blood magic, imma be completely fucking honest. Each heir or main noble for their respective house is bound by blood to serve the emperor. The rightful heir/ruler of each house has a blood curse that will force them to obey the emperor if he uses his gayass funky magic. This will be plot relevant.

also I’m so sorry to anyone who wants Arashi to have a nice boyfriend/girlfriend. I’m putting her with Izumi. I’m so sorry. I apologize. But like, I’m sorry, he’s so, so fucking stupid and I think a punch to the ribs would fix him. Arashi can provide that for him, and then they can makeout.

listen I love NaruShuMika but I can’t do that to her in this au. These bitches are too fucked up and Arashi deserves better (like Izumi is any better but honestly I can’t wait to write him fucking malding)

Also everything here is subject to change but imma explain the blood magic in more depth real quick:

✨conditions + other bs✨ 1. This curse only applies to the head of the family. Members of subordinate families cannot be subject to it.

2. it is not passed down by blood, the curse is tied to the actual position or assumed right to lead the territory. 3. when the head of a noble family does try to act up and do stupid shit like disobey a direct order when the emperor is using his power they are met with extreme pain. Think like, maggots eating you from the inside <3 legit feels like you’re rotting while alive. The pain doesn’t actually leave any damage btw, it’s like phantom pains. Nothing is actually wrong you’re just having a really bad time.

4. “if it’s just the head of the house why don’t the other nobles rise up and try to gain independence from the house of Crows?” A plethora of reasons, one, all of their surrounding neighbors are also cursed and would have to attack them so they’d be wiped out. Second, vampire society is built on rigid hierarchies. If your leader is doing something so are you. Third, they don’t really have a reason to rebel. The noble houses are well taken care of, and the common folk don’t actually care? Let me put it this way, the position is cursed, not the family, so if the family sucks, the people will deal with them and get a new family in charge of their territory.

There’s more to get into but I don’t want to. Also there is one human house. The house of Nightingales. But uhh, it got fucking dunked on and burnt out of existence. Execution order and all that. No more nobles plus it kind of got assimilated into the house of Crows?? Kind of, it’s more like Arashi’s dad overseeing it. It’s weird Dw about it. (ie if I go on there are spoilers so I won’t be Lmao)

Also ShuMika stuff. I’m planning on having their vibe flip flop between Shu being like “oh my goodness, look at him, the man of all time, I want to eat him.” To “I will find Kira, using this specific code at this specific time the killer known as Kira will fall for this ruse and reveal his identity. If he eats the cake I know he’s pretending to be someone he’s not” so Shu’s having fun. Every time he comes over to Mika’s house Arashi is on the verge of punching him and causing a national incident.

anyways can’t wait to write conflicted fanboy Mika who really want to get close to Shu cuz ya know, that’s his favorite otome game character, but also wants to avoid him like the plague cuz, haha death. Anyways this creepy little spoinglo is gonna start collecting Shu’s broken pencils or something idk man, just something fucking weird. He deserves to be a little weird and jealous, as a treat. Listen, Shu will find it endearing or something cuz he thinks it’s an expression of Mika’s hidden affections because Shu thinks that so many people want him that Mika is simply keeping himself out of the public eye so that Shu has less stress to deal with.

i hate them so much.

nah Shu you’re fucking delusional he’s just being a creepy spoinglo leave him alone he doesn’t want you carnally he’s just a fan of you. No he doesn’t want your hand in marriage, go back to searching for the Nightingale prince please.

[khaleesiofalicante]

I dont remember where I got this from, but its a beautiful quote, so why not? "In the crooks of your body, I find my religion"

My family in the background talking, laughing and getting really drunk:

Me, reading this chapter in a corner while nodding, crying or smiling and eating cake: Ah, yes. I'm doing this whole growing up thing right :)

Fuck Camille!!!

“I don’t think I can ever get enough of you,” Alec whispers. “Too much is not enough. Give me more. Give me everything. Give me all of you.” sir, please stop being so sappy or I will combust🥺

FUCKING VALENTINE!! I HATE HIM!!!

I understand where Alec is coming from but I do believe Magnus made a great point talking about healing, setbacks and none of them being to blame

“That’s just a lie we tell ourselves,” Alec snorts, punching buttons on his phone. “We all have a little bit of our parents inside us. Whether we like it or not. It’s the truth.” oh damn!! that hits way too close💔)

Sometimes the people we love don’t apologize. THIS!!!

I remember something Magnus said on some chapter that was like "Rafael doesn’t forget" and I think he hasn't forgotten all the shit Max did and a part of him hasn't forgiven him

Alec knows what he is doing to Magnus with that look jdhdidndk

All the things they build and changed together are both incredibly beautiful but kinda sad...

ELYAAS CALLING THEM OUT>>>

God that fucking scene with all of them and Max holy shit it was just so angsty and beautifully written, I AM LOVE THIS OK?!?

I COULD QUOTE THE WHOLE FUCKING THING. THIS WAS ONE OF MY FAVE ALSO OMFG. JUST... JDHDIDJDKFJ

There is no one stronger in this world than a person who has to fight their own mind. Every single day. SCREAMING FOR TWO DAYS "STRAIGHT"

“Maybe your mother was right,” Magnus whispers. “Because I can’t think of a single reason how anyone could ever love you right now.” excuse me while I go cry in my room bc of this😭😭😭

Yeah, I'm so angry at Max from last chapter (I undestand him, but the way he let his saddness out is just shitty) but Timeline-3-Max taking care of Alec is🥺🥺 “I love you. You absolute fucking disaster.” <333333

Ok, but Shinyun all excited bc Max wants to go to Edom is cute🥰

“Alec. You almost died!” Magnus says incredulously. “What’s worse than dying?” Hurting you. With all due respect, please stop😭

Magnus is amazing and I think we all should aknowledge it!!! People against Magnus, with all fue respect: wtf????

“No. No,” Alec interrupts. “It says how much you needed it" PEOPLE ANGRY AT MAGNUS SHOULD READ THIS AGAIN AND AGAIN. ALEC UNDERSTANDS NOW. THIS SAYS HOW MUCH HE NEEDED IT!! THIS IS SO IMPORTANT!!!

THEIR DEVELOPMENT>>>>>>

“It’s fine, Alec. I mean, sure, it’s a setback. But this doesn’t erase all the growth,” I LOVE THIS MAN WITH MY SOUL. HE IS SO WISE AND SEXY NGL

FUCKING SHIT. RAFAEL'S SCENE!!! WOW. The way this boy had been keeping everything to himself, so when he finally blows up, it really, really hurts!! The way his words hit them-

“You fucking pushed me,” Rafael’s voice breaks. “You said you’ll catch me if I fall and then you fucking pushed me.” NOT THIS QUOTE PLEASE STOP KSVDLDNDKKDJ😭😭

“You can’t make it better now,” Rafael smiles. “You should have fucking left me in Buenos Aires.” Please Rafael saying all this to Alec and Max is killing meeee. I need more🥰

Me, last chapter: Oh god this is one of my favorite chapters!!

Me, this chapter: Oh god this is one of my favorite chapters!!

Me, next chapter: Oh god this is-

I just want to say, I am obsessed with this quote - In the crooks of your body, I find my religion.

It's fucking beautiful and also very malec holy shit.

ILY BB.

[rayrayor]

WIP Wednesday, kinda…..

@sam-loves-seb Thank you for the WIP Wednesday, as I am a slacker it’s WIP I spaced it Friday

So this is my story on AO3 , Poptarts for Papa. One chapter to be wrote . It’s Galladads , the early years

Like tonight there was a chill but the house warm. Something rich and savory was coming from the kitchen . The chatter and laughter drug him like a magnet down the hall. He leaned in the doorway taking in the scene. These three were at the best of time up to what could only be called antics or shenanigans. Ian and Liam were cutting on the well oiled boards and Lily sat chewing on a spoon on the counter. Now that was not unusual. What was unusual is the mound of chopped pieces , all onions. All three Gallagher’s were also donning pool eye goggles and pink dish gloves , with flamingos . Lily being so small the gloves were almost to her shoulders. Ian they were super tight.

“ Aye Do I want to even guess what’s happening here? Cause I think this time I actually may need some more hints. Also any good snacks around here.?”

” Mick dinner is happening soon, your gonna love it , can you wait ?”

” Pop doing an experiment. If we don’t get the onion on our skin or in our eyes no tears. Here if you’re gonna be in here put these on please. 9 onions no tears .”

” Umm yeah pops does not even swim , you want me all bug eyed and Alien looking like dad?”

” Papa Liam says googly glasses are safety and uncle Iggy says safety third. “

And who could argue with that three year old logic . So Mickey former prince of the Southside hood rat with knuckle tats and cartel connections strapped on the glasses, gloves and took a selfie with his family. Domesticated shit talking trash just loving his life. He got an approving pat from Lily as he hopped up next to her.

” so what smells good and what’s happening with all the onions after this , it’s a lot of onion rings.”

“ Mick you know that French onion soup you love “

” um cheesy shit and bread, ya man “

” well we can make it in the instant pot in like an hour. We broil the cheese and bread over it after it’s done.”

“Doing that with salad . Made a big chocolate tart while little miss was pretending to nap .”

Liam and Ian chatted about how Liam could write up his assignment when Mickey noticed a crumpled bag of chips next to him. Ian and Liam were now sautéing onions before they started the instant pot. He could sneak a few chips without Ian….

“ Holy hell Ian what is wrong with these chips , they are like soggy as.. butt. This is why we don’t need at fancy chips from Whole Foods. And I can’t see with these fogged up glasses. Are they quinoa, chickpea, recycled newspaper , what Red what?”

” Lily spit”

Liam began laughing as Mickeys brows arched out of the eye ware. Lily reached for the bag which Ian quickly took and gave her a very stern

“ Lily daddy said no “

” papa ate a chip “

” papa ate your spit , a bucket full. Really Mick gagging in the sink , are you three too?”

Mickey spit. “ punk I love you but why.”

Her face scrunched up and her brow matched Mickeys to the inch .

“ Daddy said could have cheese snack or banana snack cause we gets cake tonight . Wanna the chips papa, said please . Daddy’s says no Lily even tho I saids please.”

” E what happened then.?”

”Like I said your daughter pretended to nap . Snuck the bag in . Did not eat said chips but licked all the flavoring.”

He punctuated each word with the slap of the knife on garlic.

” EVERY. DARN. CHIP “

[rametarin]

My political position makes me hate patterns pathologic to mainstream and sub-cultures of the conventional “left” and “right.”

Take for example the, “Rolling Coalers.”

You could find other ways to stunt on the sort of disingenuous bleeding hearts that want to take automobiles and freedom of movement away from us, and instead you choose to fart extra soot from your tailpipe.

You could rebel against their desires to restrain and choke manufacturing and industry of automobiles by using parabolic mirrors to redirect sunlight and get enough heat energy to melt car parts and mold the steel and other alloys to, without carbon, create vehicles without burning a single gram of coal or natural gas or any other kind of fossil fuel.

You could do donuts driving something like a methanol consuming engine and peel out on tires that are chemically formulated to not be the carcinogenic pollutants of conventional tires, effectively utilizing a system of fuel that removes more carbon and carcinogens and pollutants from our atmosphere than it produces for a net LOSS in environmental harm.

And instead you reinforce the shitty view they have of the worst of the worst types and attribute them to more regular people, thus reinforcing this horrible worldview that all X people are just a degree of separation from some sort of plutocratic Nazi regime, making it even EASIER for offended and disgusted kids to dive head over heels into the socially reinforced and noxious ideas they’re fed from the orthodoxy of public schools and ultra-left humanities departments.

Holy fucking shit I hate you and your thoughtlessness. Instead of taking pride in doing the thing they claim is a problem and then denying climate change, own it and rend their complaints nullified. Flip the script. Have your cake and eat it, too. There are perfectly chemically copacetic methods and strategies to continue safely using fossil fuels to compliment and supplement renewable energy that are entirely viable and respectable, and instead of champion those, you just rev a soot making engine to go, “You can’t tell me what to do.” Right before that stupid bullshit results in more kids growing up, you making it easy for far-left to paint you as happy, world polluting Nazis and then that results in voters and politicians deciding maybe you should be taxed an extra 25% a year to own a car because “they pollute.”

Fuck you you are the worst. You are making the problem worse by making it easier for young, impressionable people to think the world is as bad as the fearmongerers and propagandists are saying and I loathe you for it.

With so many developments in the world of catalytic converters and improvements in mitigating particulate emissions and recycling/renewing stuff, that you COULD be using to argue fossil fuels can still be valid, you choose.. rolling coal and bragging about emissions.

You’re doing their work for them and it’s not winning what you want many supporters. You are in fact hurting those that like personal autonomy and vehicles and the economic/financial freedom to own them without the braying masses stupidly voting against their own self-interests to get rid of them, because some assholes want everybody limited exclusively to public transportation. You are relying on this world model that says they can be bullied or embarrassed out and shoved aside by sheer numbers and that just simply isn’t the world anymore where the inertia of population suppresses those things they want.

Demonstrating yourself to be the boogyman they fear only serves their cause to legislate you out of validity by appealing to the ignorant that don’t know you’re just some moron, not a sweeping, growing subculture. And yet another reason to hate the sort of person that fancies themselves a Pick Up Artist or defines themselves as an “alpha male”, despite also despising the simplistic and slanted concept of “toxic masculinity” in sociological circles.

Holy shit I hate these oppositional social trends so much.

[lesberrian]

From the Start

1. exploration

the bolded words are in English and non bolded are in Japanese

“You know,” Star, the second new foreign transfer student says. “Our life would’ve been easier if we did this through the exchange program. I hate having to repaint and decorate my room.”

“You were the one who didn’t want me to pay someone to do it for you. Something like ‘But what if they do it wrooong~? I don't wanna have to deal with that!’, right?” Zuri, Star’s best friend,sister, and other transfer student mimics her.

Hand on Star’s hip she sighs. “Hmph. Well, that was then. I spent all weekend painting my room and now I have no energy for decorating.”

Zuri knew what Star wanted to do. Ever since they got to Japan the blonde girl wanted to go explore the rest of Tokyo as they only got to see the Bunkyo area the first day they arrived. Closing the book Zuri was reading, she sighs. She also wanted to explore the city as well.

“Fine. Let me get ready and then we can go.”

Star jumps into the air “Yes! You’re the bestest friend ever! Let me go change I wanna look cute!”

Running upstairs to get dressed, Star’s giggles and chants of shopping slowly die down. Zuri knew that Star would take a while to pick out an outfit and took her time to clean up the living room area before getting ready herself.

After thirty minutes, Star was finally able to leave. Dressed in her favorite sanrio outfit with cinnamoroll on her sweater and as her purse. Her cute light blue and white outfit stood out in comparison to Zuri’s, which was more casual and all black. Whenever the two went somewhere they looked liked they belonged in two different cliques.

“Finally ready?” Zuri looks down at her friend who had just put her favorite red lipstick on. 

Star nods and quickly unlocks the door. “Let’s go!”

Taking the train to Shibuya, Star planned out their day on her phone. Since it was morning still they would go visit the Yoyogi park while stores start to open, maybe go get some lunch, and then start shopping before heading home to eat dinner. Showing the schedule to Zuri, the taller nods nods in agreement and goes back to the game on her phone.

Reaching their station, Star excitedly drags Zuri off of the train rambling about taking photos at certain spots in the park. There wasn’t too many people at Yoyogi park which Zuri was happy about. Star saw a few groups of people her age and what seemed to be a young blonde boy and his babysitter sitting and eating cake.

‘It’s a little early for that but I don’t have to deal with the kid so whatever.’ Star thought, turning her attention to a bridge over the lake. “Let’s go over there.”

Taking cute photos for instagram with Zuri, Star doesn’t notice the little boy she saw eating cake come up to them and tap on her shoulder. 

“Holy shit!” She turns around quickly before realising it was just the little boy. “Im so sorry. Was there something you needed?”

“My cousin Takashi saw that you dropped your keys but was to shy to give them back himself.” He smiles, holding out Stars housekeys in his palm. The girl looks up at Takashi, the boy she assumed was his baby sitter and smiled at him. “It’s because he thinks you’re pretty.” The boy whispers so only she could hear.

Star blushes slightly at what the young boy says and laughs awkwardly. “Oh, well, tell him I’m very thankful.”

The boy nods and runs back to his cousin. Star waves at the taller boy and looks back at her sister and giggles. “I really hope that boy wasn’t just making that up because his cousin is pretty cute.”

“Yeah well I’m sure there will be plenty of cute people for you too giggle about later. Let’s keep going before I decide I dont want to be your photographer anymore.”

Zuri walks away without hesitation, leaving the other girl to stand there shocked before running to catch up. “Hey! You wouldn’t really do that would you? You love me too much and you know it!”

Zuri shrugs and pushes the goddes braids that weren’t in her ponytail off of her shoulder.

Back on the bench the short blond boy named Mitsukuni laughs at his cousin who had a slight blush on his face while watching the blonde girl chase after her friend. “I hope the girls at school won’t be too upset that you found your love at first sight.”

Snapping out of it, Takashi shakes his head. “It’s not love, Mitsukuni,” He stands up and waits for the blond to do the same. “We should go now.”

Almost an hour passes and the girls decide to walk to Takeshita street and start their shopping there after eating lunch at Noa Cafe, a cute cafe near the start of the street. Going to clothing departmnts, toyshops, and anyother shop that drew their attention. Multiple times had Star been stopped and complemented on her outfit. Once a little girl dressed as hello kitty ran up to her excitedly and started talking to her about how much she loves the characters. Thankfully the mother was closeby and was able to get her child.

What the to girls had found out from the mother was that the girl and her were here to go to the pompompurin cafe for the little girls birthday and it wasn’t far from where the street ended. Waving goodbye to the mother and daughter Star wishes she could go aswell.

Seeing the look in Star’s eyes as they reach the end of the street, Zuri smiles and decides to give in. “Hold my bags and we can go.”

Without hesitation Star grabs the bags from her friends hand and they walk to the cafe for what would be their early dinner. “I really wish I wore one of my pompompurin outfits. That would’ve been so cute!”

Sitting down in a booth, they take their time to order what they want. Star chose the butter chicken curry with the custard pudding latte and Zuri chose the souffle omurice with the mango lassi.

While waiting for their order to arrive, Star rambled on about pompompurin and other sanrio characters for what Zuri swore was the thousanth time. Luckly for her when the food arrived Star was busy taking photos of the food to tell her more about a certain episode of hello kitty’s furry tale theater. 

Eating their food the conversation moved onto school. Since it was only the end of March American schools were in it’s last month and testing time. Both girls were able to take all of their tests early so they could move in time to not miss the sa=tart of the japanese school year, which starts in April.

“I really dont understand how you’re ok with those dresses.” Zuri takes a bite from her food, schrunching her nose at the thought of the school’s female uniform.

“I dunno, they aren’t what I would call adorable but they’re cute enough that i can pull it off. Technically they aren’t even required if you read the school’s rule book.” Star shrugs. Not only did Star have the intelligence of her biological mom, but also picked up on Zuri’s mother, Star’s adopetve mom, legal finesse. “But like, as if I wanna deal with that argument ya know? At least they let you get the male uniform, you’re gonna look super cool.”

Once done with dinner they decide to split a dessert before heading home. Star uses Zuri’s shoulder as a pillow while listening to music. Resting her head atop of Star’s, Zuri coulldn’t be more thankful she was her adoptive sister.

Unfortunately in the morning they had to go to Ouran academy for their schedule and campus tour to get the need supplies. Not caring to impress the kids at their school, Star puts on a more casual outfit and lets Zuri sleep in as she makes breakfast and gathers what they’ll need for the day. Since it was slightly cold out Star chose a pair of baggy jeans with a Hello Kitty shirt over a white turtle neck.

When Zuri comes downstairs dressed, The sisters sit at the couch to eat breakfast while watching the news. 

“We need to remember to put Netflix on here,” Zuri turns off the TV once she’s done eating and puts her plate in the sick. “You’re on dishes tonight by the way.”

“Mhm, I’ll do ‘em after dinner,” Star gets up and puts her bowl into the sink, dreading what she’ll have to do later. Out of all chores, dishes was her least favorite. Grabbing her water bottle from the fridge she puts it into her pawprint shaped purse that she bought yesterday. “Alright, time to go deal with richer kids than us.”

“You’ll never believe what I found out about the school, Star.”

Star raises an eyebrow and sarcastically fakes surprise, “They let a poor person in?!”

Zuri laughs and shakes her head, “No. They have this thing called a host club. A bunch of girls go and get flirted with by the guys there.”

Star bites her lip to contain her laughter and leans on the counter. “What kind of fucked up school did you get us into, girl?” Star takes a deep breat and stands up straight and laughs in disbelief. “That is… it is…it certainly is.”

“It’s certainly something alright.”

“Let’s leave it at something.”

Taking the train they have to walk a few minutes from the station to the school but they didn’t mind, it was barely a five minute walk. Reaching the gates Star laughs a bit. “Maybe Japan has similar paint history as America.” Zuri looks at her in confusion so star elaborates as the walk in. “In like a bunch of places in the past, pink and purple were rich people paint colors since they were like, crazy expensive. So super rich people would paint their entire house pink to be like ‘look how much money i have!’ and the same goes with the corn fences we saw in New orleans, it was rich people fences.”

“Huh, surprised they dont have the corn fences then.” Zuri jokes, laughing at the schools over the top design. “At least we only have to see it for a year.”

“I don’t even know if I can handle that.” Star looks distatefully around her. She could she the girls watch them and whisper while the boys laughed to themselves. “But you know what? I am. Going to. Be fun about this.”

“Be fun about this?”

“You know what I mean.”

Getting their schedules tey bothe see that besides from electives, they share the smae classes. Making their way to class 3-A Star does a double take on the two boys she passes and trips over her own feet. Blocking her fall with her arms, Star does still hit her head hard against them. Zuri turns away slightly to laugh before going to help her up.

Before Zuri could help Star up though, Mitsukuni gets to her first. “Excuse me, are you ok?”

Slowly listing her head up Star mumbles, “Yeah, just, bad at walking.”

Zuri helps her sister up and moves Star’s bangs to make sure there was no bumps. “You should be ok just… dont do that again.” Fixing her bangs Zuri looks down at the short boy. “So you two go here too?”

The boy nods excitedly. “Yeah! Im Mitsukuni buy everyone calls me Honey! And this is Taka-chan but you can call him Mori!”

Star takes a deep breath and smiles at the two boys awkwardly. “Uh, thanks for the help but we have to… find our classes. Goodbye.” Quickly turning around she walks off quickly before stumbling. “Now what the hell is wrong with me today? Seriously?!” She mumbles under her breath.

“Your shoelaces are undone.” A deep voice speaks as a hand is gently placed on her shoulder. 

Looking behind her Star realizes it was the Mori, the boy who Honey claimed thought she was cute. “Oh. That… makes sense.” Quickly tying her shoes Star stands up and looks at Zuri only to realize she left without her. “Shit. Um, I really hate to bother you but I cannot do directions to save my life, could you help me find my class? It’s 3-A.”

Honey gasps and grabs her sleeve. “We’re in that class too! Come on Taka-chan lets show… what’s your name?”

Mori lookes down at the schedule she showed him. “Elise.”

“That’s such a pretty name Elise-chan! Can i call you ellie-chan?” Honey looks up at her with puppy eyes.

Scratching the back of her head she laughs nervously. I dont actually go by that name with a lot of people. I prefer my friends call me Star.”

“That’s so cute Star-chan! You’re like a cool heroine that’s secretly a hero!”

“I dont know if I would call myself a hero but I do think Star is fitting for me. My friends say I’m just as bright and noticeable as one.” She giggles walking along with Honey as he leads her to their classroom. 

The entire walk there both Star and Honey were deep into conversation that Mori was the one who had to inform them they were there. Glancing into the room she sees Zuri sitting at a desk playing on her phone.

“Took you long enough.”

“You are so lucky they’re in this class. You woul’ve lost you’re favorite sister otherwise. You know I would’ve gotten lost forever in this school.”

“Sisters?” Honey stares at the girls. He could tell they were close but they looked nothing alike.

“She’s my parents goddaughter and a few years ago they adopted her.” Zuri shrugs. The question became normal to them very quickly. It wasn’t hard to tell that the black girl and white girl weren’t biologically related.

“Did something happen to your parents, Star-chan?” Honey looks up at her with a sad face and she freezes. She felt her stomach drop when she thought about what happened to her mother.

“Mitsukuni, that’s rude to ask.” Mori gently pulls the boy away from her. Looking at Star he watches her expression shift slightly from panic back to her normal expression, as if nothing happened.

“It’s cool. I just dont wanna talk about it since we’ve just met, ya know?” Smiling with her eyes closed Star forces herself to not think about what just happened. Opening her eyes she immediately looks at Zuri, whos asking if she’s ok with her eyes. Giving a small nod Star takes a deep breath and heads to the teacher.

“Excuse me, Sir. Could I talk to you for a moment?”

The teacher looks up from his work with a smile. “Of course. What do you need?”

“My legal name on your roster is Elise but I would prefer if you could put a note that I go by Star instead.”

The teacher, who knew what some of the students could be like when they dont get their way doesnt hesitate to make the change. He didn’t want a students parents to make him loose his job after all. “All fixed, Ms.Bell. Anything else?”

Star shakes her head. “That’s it. Have a good day!”

Walking back to Zuri she sees that Honey and Mori are still there talking to her sister. Or Honey was talking and Zuri was mindlessly nodding along to what he was saying. 

“Zuri,” Star stares at her sister, “Did I take my meds this moring?”

“No.”

“Cool. Im in pain lets hurry this up.”

The two boys watch as the girls leave the classroom. Both could see the slight limp in Stars walk but mori looked at Honey as a warning to not mention it. Not long after Zuri and Star left did they decide to call for their driver and head home aswell.

“I think I’m gonna spend the rest of the day in bed, besides from just my leg I’m not feeling too well.”

Zuri looks down at Star, whos using her shoulder to help walk. “Have you been forgetting to take your meds?”

“No? At least I dont think so? I don’t know honestly.”

“I’ll look into it for you and call dad later tonight.”

“...Thanks, Zuri. You truly are the best.