#not this post while I’m sitting at a table of 20-somethings (AT BEST) in the hostel and trying to blend in

[loveanddeepdick]

gummy bear

❤︎₊ ⊹ childhood bff!yuta okkotsu x f!reader || gummy bear is ur nickname that he gave u as a kid (also, this is yuta when he comes back from africa.. heart eyes)

warnings: both yuta and reader are in their early 20’s, piv sex, creampie, yuta is a virgin but there’s no corruption kink, childhood bffs to strangers to lovers, men turning into putty, lowkey sub yuta, he’s just down bad for you, freaky ass perv yuta but he fries his very best to be respectful to you, reader is implied to have slightly bigger than average boobs but honestly interpret however you’d like, porn with some plot, not revised lol just horny as always

summary: it’s been a while since you’ve seen your childhood best friend, yuta. you haven’t seen him since he left high school to be a sorcerer and although you guys tried staying in touch in high school, you haven’t heard a single peep from him after he left for africa. you understood him, mutually agreeing that you two were simply growing up and exploring new. however, when yuta comes back a new man, you can’t help but feel new feelings growing

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you’d recently moved into a new apartment close to your new boring, but nicely paying, corporate job. on a random tuesday afternoon at the grocery store, you bump into a familiar face you hadn’t seen in years, almost not even recognizing him.

“oh shit- i’m so sorry-,” you stumble backwards as you run into what seemed like a human lamp post when you look up to meet a familiar pair of black eyes, accompanied with eye bags. “.. yuta? is that you?”, you almost laugh at the situation, not believing your eyes. he had much longer hair now, deeper eye bags, but still had the same anxious eyes.

“ow.. fuck, hey gummy bear, haven’t seen you in a while,” yuta looks down almost embarassed from his absence. the nickname rolls off his tongue so easily, like it was naturally your name and it makes u slightly blush.

when you and yuta met as kids, he initially introduced himself only because he wanted one of your gummy bears since it was also his favorite snack. he didn’t even learn your name until weeks after you guys were friends, only calling you gummy bear and the nickname sort of just stuck with him. the story always made you let out a dulcet sigh, cherishing the innocent memory.

“it’s not your fault, yuta!” you giggle, “i haven’t been really reaching out either.. i guess we’re both busy. how about we uh, catch up?” you suggest.

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it had been a week since you and yuta had been reunited. and you slowly started to notice how attractive he’d grown to be. both you and yuta were sitting on the sole couch inside your nearly empty apartment, unpacked boxes littered everywhere as you procrastinated on putting everything together. enjoying each others presence as you both told stories about things that happened in your lives, you felt a sense of nostalgia washing over you, as if this was what you were missing for so long. you draped your legs over his lap as he lightly ran his hand over them like you guys would always do in high school. would this be something that only best friends did? probably not…

“oh my gosh, yu!”, you gasped, almost wiping a tear away, “you went through all of that? on your own?”. he stayed humble of course, shyly brushing it off as if it was no biggy.

he couldn’t help but trail his eyes over to your tight shirt, encasing the tits that he had not noticed back in high school. he swallowed hard, darting his eyes back to your face. the face that had only grown more gorgeous as you moved into adulthood. have you always been so beautiful?

“c’mon, yu, let’s watch a movie, like old times?”, you laugh. he nervously nodded before you took your laptop, propping it on the coffee table since you haven’t installed your TV yet. “sorry for the setup.. erm, well, i mean the lack thereoff”.

“nah, it’s f-fine, gummy bear”, he almost audibly gulped as he thanked god that you couldn’t see him taking in the sight of your ass pointing at him as you bent over to put on a movie. were you doing this on purpose? yuta had never been the perverted type. hell, he’d never even been the romantic type. you were basically the only girl— well, human girl—he’d been close to in his life. he averted his eyes as you turn back around. almost crying out loud as you cuddled into his lap, wrapping a blanket around both of you. like old times, right?

you enjoyed how tall yuta had grown (as well as the rest of him), resting your head in the crook of his neck as your back settled into his chest. “i hope this is comfortable, yu.. we haven’t done this in a while”, you mumble, wiggling to get yourself comfortable as he bites his tongue, praying he didn’t get a boner.

yuta instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into your hair, subtly smelling it as he appreciated how your scent never changed. “m’okay, gummy bear”.

you smiled faltered a bit, having a small realization and shifting slightly off of his lap and onto his thigh instead, facing him. “oh god, i really hope you don’t have a girlfriend. we probably shouldn’t be doing this if you do!”, you frantically panicked. yuta responded with a curt shake of his head, his body acting before his mind to pull you back onto his lap.

you sighed in relief, wiggling back to your comfortable spot with more of a bounce than you should’ve. “oh that’s a relief, yu. i really missed you”, you mumbled, leaning back against his as your ass pressed against his groin, your hand subtly grazing his thigh. fuck, if he didn’t have a boner before he definitely had one now.

he slightly shifted you by your waist with his big, lanky hands, praying to god that you didn’t feel his boner. you did.

your eyes widened as you realized that he was getting turned on by whatever you’d been doing. yuta had never been inappropriate with you or even any other girl! your relationship was strictly platonic.. well until now. you wanted him to make up for lost time, for the years he’d been missing from your life. you were on a mission to make him snap.

“mmm, yuta, stop moving me..” you whined, “i was comfortable in my other spot”. you bounced back, landing right on his bulge as he bit back a whine. “yu, what’s in your pocket? i feel it against my butt..! you should probably take it out before i squish it or something”, you tease , rubbing your ass so his cock would slide riiight in between your asscheeks.

when yuta looked down at the sight, he nearly came in his pants. his raging boner was in between your asscheeks which were held in the confines of your sweatpants, his hands gripping at your waist as you slightly rubbed against him. the blanket was covering you from the rest of the room, albeit empty, but it felt like he was a high schooler in their house trying to hide being fucking freaky from their family.

“g-gummy bear, please-“ he was cut off by your hands moving up to cup your tits through your top, yuta almost, almost, gave them a squeeze but he held it in. you had no idea how much of a pervert he had become from seeing you again, pent up from years of no release and being a damn virgin his whole life.

“what, yu? don’t wanna cuddle with your best friend?” you inquire, feigning innocent. he then felt your nipples pebbling up underneath his palm. he hadn’t noticed earlier since it’d been slightly warm but fuck, you weren’t wearing a bra. he threw his head back, feeling like he was a fucking lion clawing inside an enclosure. and you were damn determined to let him out.

you grabbed his hand again, manipulating the pads of his fingers to rub against your nipples through your painfully thin shirt. “never fucked anyone while you were away, yu?”, you whispered as you felt him shake his head behind you.

“thought so. i mean, you can have all the practice you want with me.. right?”. before you could continue he yanked you up, manhandling you so you were pinned down on the couch.

“stop being a tease, gummy bear.. y’know i missed you so much, shit.. and you have the gall to grind on my boner? knowing i’m a damn virgin?” he huffed, his face inches from yours, “please, please, gummy bear. tell me you want this. tell me. if we do this we’ll never be just friends again. please, baby”, he whined.

you grabbed his face with both hands, crashing your lips into his. it felt like a century of pent up feelings had come breaking out like water from a dam. he humped you as if he was a fucking dog, moaning into the kiss. you flip over again, going on top of him as he admired how fucking sexy you looked, hair disheveled, lips slightly swollen, and your lip combo smudged. you scoot down slightly to tug against his pants, eyes widening as his erect, throbbing, cock springing out and slapping against his stomach with a slight pap.

you looked so damn hot and hungry, almost happily touching his cock, but before you could lean down to put your mouth on it, he grabbed your wrist.

“no, no, gummy bear, please, i want it first in your pussy, baby, please”. he sounded so good begging you took off your sweatpants faster than fucking barry allen. he threw his head back with a groan at the sight of your pussy, if he could, he would jump for joy right now but he was too focused on you.

“next time, you’re sitting on my fucking face, gummy bear”, he groaned. next time. you rubbed your pussy on his cock which laid flat against his stomach, his tip leaking precum on his toned abs.

“please, baby, don’t tease me. put it in..” he whined, his hand traveling down to rub at your clit and the other gripping your hip. with a small smile, you lean back, lining up his tip to your entrance, moaning as it caught onto your clit as you rubbed his cock over your hole.

“stop- fuckin teasing.” he grunted as his hips thrusted up, his cock entering your soaking wet pussy as you yelped. he was big. you had some experience with guys in college but no one ever could even reach his caliber of dick. you dropped down completely on his dick, feeling his balls against your ass and his public hair tickling your clit. you didn’t even care that he wasn’t trimmed and neither did he. fuck, he wouldn’t even care if you had a whole forest, i mean, he’s a sorcerer, he’s supposed to explore territory that’s unseen, right?

“fuck yes, yu! you’re so fucking big!” you yelp, beginning to move as you began to grind on his cock. slightly bouncing on it. yutas’s eyes trailed from your fucked out face to your pert tits, allll the way down to your pussy that had enveloped his dick. you almost wished you put some furniture out because all you could hear was the echos of your moans, yuta’s heaving breathing and whining, the squeaking of the couch, and the wet squelch of your pussy. you were definitely getting a noise complaint filed against you.

he thrusted up again and you let out an obscene whine, squeezing his dick which made him let out a loud, strangled moan. you peered down, noticing that he was starting to fucking cry from how good your pussy was.

“y-yu.. are you- ohh fuck, okay?” you bring your hand down to wipe his tears, peppering kisses on his face.

“s-such a good fucking- f.. FUCK.. pussy..” he groaned out, not even believing that his level of pleasure was possible. you were taken aback by his dirty words, but sighed in relief before he started to continuously thrust up, hitting your cervix over and over again.

yuta’s eyes wandered back to your tits, noticing that they’d began to slip out of your skimpy top. with one hard thrust, he almost came on the spot when they bounced out of their confines, nipples erect as your tits jiggled perfectly.

“g-gummy bear you’re so.. shit- perfect!” he shoved his face in between your tits as you let out a strangled moan from the extra pleasure. “perfect fucking tits. made just for me. fuck, thank you for waiting for me.. for not dating some fucking loser… all for me, yeah? right, gummy?” he lost himself in between your boobs.

“all for you, yuta baby, all for you!”.

“fuck- FUCK- gummy bear, cum with me, i can feel your pussy clenching, please baby, please cum with me”

he gave your tit one more sick before the coil in your stomach snapped, making you squirt for the first time in your life.

“fuck yes, gummy bear, squirt all over me, make a mess, baby yes, where do you want me?”

“i-inside please..” you were nearly crying as well from the overstimulation.

“don’t say that baby- fuck- you drive me crazy, gummy bear, i’m gonna cum in you, fuck yeah,” he groaned before thrusting up harshly one last time, his thrusts calming to slow, shallow humping. he pulled out, admiring how well your pussy took him as you whimpered from the new empty feeling. you huffed, thinking he was satisfied.

“you didn’t think i was done, right, gummy bear?”, he smiled, his almost eerie eyes peering up at you as he pulled you up, making you plop right on top of his face.

“‘gotta keep my promise. my best friend was waiting for me at home all these years, after all”

[likelysobbing]

walk with me now, juju and her gf arguing because juju hasn’t been around lately and reader gets tired of it, and they’ve been ignoring each since so to get her mind off of things her bsf takes her out to a party or smth, juju finds out and is mad because reader didn’t tell her where she was going, and a other stuff but idk what

𖥻 COLD COUCH. juju watkins x reader

reblogs + comments are more appreciated than likes.

synopsis: juju’s absence leaves nothing but a cold couch you wake up to and a hole in your heart that you try to fill—lucky for you, your girlfriend has common sense.

notes: hi lovely! i’m so sorry i got to this request so late, i thank you for your patience. juju and the reader don’t necessarily ignore eachother for long, but they definitely don’t speak for long enough to be concerned!!! this all happens in the span of one day because me thinks juju would never leave you with a heavy heart for too long… unless it’s toxic juju. but this isn’t toxic juju nonono … but anyways !!! i did my best to make your vision come true and i hope you enjoy it <3

cw: arguing, juju is a tiny bit conceited but guys she’s a celebrity, partying, reader drinks alcohol but not to the point it’s detrimental, kind of fast paced because i’m using dividers, reader and juju are both down bad in their own ways

juju has shit to do.

it can’t be helped, and you know that. she’s juju watkins— the face of women’s collegiate basketball, with multiple awards to show for it. but juju, in all ten months and fourteen days of being your girlfriend, has never once missed a date. she made sure to make time for you, always showing up and going an extra mile: flowers, ironed outfits, an extra clean car even though it’s already clean, and most of all—the biggest smile on her face. you loved that part the most; the telling sign she was happy to see you, to spend time with you, to relax.

you haven’t seen that smile in a while. that’s usually what occurs when you date a D1 athlete with like 20 NIL deals.

you haven’t seen that smile in a long time.

you thought you would be able to. you had texted juju two weeks ahead of time telling her to keep herself free today, tonight, and you had tore the internet apart finding the best recipes—subsequently ending up with a splitting headache from looking at the directions too much to make sure you followed them perfectly. perfect; that’s what you wanted this night to be. you’d greet juju with a kiss to her cheek and a tight hug, then you’d eat dinner, then you’d watch a movie, you’d cuddle— juju would fall asleep first, hopefully, and then you’d steal her hoodie because she always took off her hoodies whenever she wanted to cuddle with you. she’d pretend she didn’t know you stole it, and she’d leave the next morning feeling lighter in more ways than one. the first because she didn't have her hoodie on, and the second because you soothed her enough to, for once, just stay in the present.

you hoped you’d be able to bring her the peace you knew she deserved. you set up the table, and even had the blankets and pillows all ready. infact? netflix’s searchbar was already waiting—and as you plated juju’s portion of the dinner you hoped you cooked right, the only thing you were waiting for was juju.

juju, who should’ve been here by now.

did she get caught up in traffic? she should’ve texted about that. she hasn’t texted you at all today.

she hasn’t texted you a lot in general these past few weeks.

you sit on the edge of your kitchen counter despite the chair you already pulled out being right infront of you, because a part of you— your heart—does not want to sit alone. you scroll through your phone absentmindedly, until a notification snaps you out of your zone. it’s juju.

juju posted something on her story—another common mainstream logo in your face directly confirming it’s some sort of brand deal— and... wait, why would she be posting about brand deals? isn’t she supposed to be on her way to you right now? she said she’d be able to make it.

you search for answers.

you find out it wasn’t just a brand deal, but a brand trip. juju’s not even in the same area code as you right now. juju’s away.

you call her the moment that it clicks.

the phone rings for way too long, and you count the seventh ring before she picks up with an exasperated, “what? what is it?”

you don’t speak.

she repeats your name, impossibly more exasperated: “what is it? i’m on a cruise right now—“

“your food is cold.” you say, simply. there is silence on the other line and you don’t know if it is from realization and subsequent guilt, or complete and utter apathy. you don’t want it to be the latter. you don’t speak any more.

judea’s voice comes out on the other end of the line. it’s slow, low, and barely apologetic. “i had a last minute offer.”

“and you didn’t think to tell them you weren’t free today? tonight? because you would be— or you were meant to be having dinner with your girlfriend?” you reply, snappy, your sweaty hand gripping your already-heating-up phone too tight. you’re exasperated, obviously. you saw juju mark this date on her calendar app— she had it labelled ‘date with my baby’ with three exclamation marks. god forbid you believe she’s genuinely eager to see you.

you hear her click her tongue on the other line. “i warned you about shit like this,” she responds, her tone more angry than exasperated—more uncaring than the (barely) apologetic tone you previously heard.

“i scheduled this with you two weeks in advance, ju,” you countered, “don’t give me that excuse. don’t- don’t even give me excuses.” you choke on your words, simultaneously choking on your own pride. you wait. she speaks again, and it’s another excuse.

you go back and forth.

“i just haven’t seen you in a while, and i missed you,” you say,

“i’ve been busy, you know how it is,” she replies,

“but you promised you’d be able to make it.”

“see now, i didn’t promise—“

“you said you’d be able to make it, juju.” you interrupt.

“yeah, and i just got … sidetracked.”

sidetracked?

sidetracked?

“what do you mean?” you ask.

“you know what i mean, ma,” she murmured,

“no. i don’t. you said you could come last week— but now you’re not even here because of a last minute offer. am i being put to the side now?” your response is curt, and by now, things get noticeably more tense.

“god, can you stop doing that?” juju says on the other end.

“doing what? i’m just saying the truth—“ you tried to reason, because— side tracked? did she mean she put you on the sidelines? what did she mean? more importantly, what else could she possibly mean?

“it’s not always about you.” juju says, finally.

she’s right, and you say so.

“you’re right,” you say, voice breaking. “it’s not always about me. that’s why i haven’t been texting that much, or asking to hang out,” you begin, “or asking for too much,” there’s a lump in your throat, and a crack in your heart, but you press on. “because i know you’ve been busy. but juju, you said you’d be—“

“and now i can’t.” her voice cuts, her tone cutting. juju isn’t yelling, but her voice is low and outright cruel when she says your name— she says it as if it disgusts her to say, and when you hear her on the other end, your ears start to ring.

“i’m a fucking celebrity,” she continues, “i can’t be at your beck and call immediately when you say,”

“that’s why i scheduled you two weeks in—“ you tried to interrupt,

“yeah, and this brand's been eyeing me for way longer—come on, i couldn’t flake out on a deal like this. they asked for whenever i was available, and tonight was really the only night because it was just you—“

you end the call.

it’s just you, she says. it’s just you. juju obviously doesn’t want your company, doesn’t she?

it can be just her now.

you eat your plate alone. it’s still warm, but that doesn’t mean it’s good; the call with juju left a bad taste in your mouth. now juju’s plate is in the fridge labelled as leftovers you’ll probably never eat. you remove the extra pillow from your couch and use both blankets for yourself, playing another episode of your favorite show, tuning out the entire night despite hoping with all of your heart that you’ll have missed calls and texts from juju when you next check your phone.

you feel the lump in your throat still. you swallow it.

you wake up in the morning on the same couch, and you shiver at how cold it is. juju usually brought you the warmth.

you check your phone and you can’t swallow the lump anymore.

there are no notifications. your friend, bree, texted you about some party and how all her ‘fyne shyts’ were coming, but you could barely read the rest of the text because of how blurry your eyes were.

there were no calls. there were no texts.

not from her.

there was only silence, and it sent you into a spiral.

bree opens the door with the extra house key you gave her and a single knock to see you slumped across your couch completely and utterly miserable. you look at her, and she looks at you—bree, psychology major, miss know it all, looks at you and instantly knows.

“trouble in paradise?”

you burst into tears. bree’s kitten heels clack on your floor as she sits next to you and places your head in her lap, urging you to vent it out. “it’s good to get stuff like this out, hun,” she murmurs, “i’m saying this as a future therapist.”

you, three minutes into your wailing, will yourself to calm down for a moment— usually, when bree says that, it means she has something else to say, but “as my friend?”

your hunch is correct. bree tilts her head and looks down at your very miserable form curled up into a fetal position. “i say we get wasted tonight.”

“okay.”

that’s how you’re here now.

the bass is booming in your ears, and usually you’d leave solely because it’d make your head hurt—but right now, your heart hurts more. you could care less about the head ache you know you’ll get. you’re free right now. your phone’s charged, your arm is entwined with bree’s, and with every click of your heels you grow livelier. eyes flutter towards you by instinct, and they stay on you—you’re not wearing anything given to you by juju. this is your dress, these are your heels, and this is your jewelry— everyone seems to get the message.

tonight, you speak for yourself.

you’re bound to judea, but she isn’t pulling her leash, so you’ll stray. you’ll stray far, until she either lets go or you choke yourself.

bree looks at you with a soft smile, and tells you to drink safe knowing you’ll get absolutely knackered whether or not you drink. she pinky promises not to separate from you.

the gods may not have blessed you with a good week, but they’ve blessed you with a good friend.

she keeps the promise.

three hours in, and your heels are already off and in your hands, and you’re three drinks in, and you’re dancing, and bree has her arm around you and is singing the lyrics to the hollywood undead song playing. you are on top of the world but the ache has not subsided.

you’re sober enough to know you can’t drink the ache away.

so you choose to dance longer.

until your feet ache even more than your head, and your head aches more than your heart— until your legs are numb and your right hand is tired from holding your heels. but somehow, the ache, as small as it should be, is still the one you feel the most.

you don’t stop dancing.

the police crash through the back door.

you run straight for the front, with bree hot on your heel, and an unfinished cup of coca-cola and… something mixed into it, and your heels. the ice in the glass cup is melted so you throw it into the patch of grass near you. bree ends up more wasted than you are, and she, giggly, says that you watered the plants. you have no idea how she saw water in your cup when it was legit an abyss of dark brown... you know, the coca cola color? but maybe that’s why she’s more drunk than you.

the campus is not far from this party. you don’t mind walking barefoot. bree can crash at your place tonight, you owe her this much.

you are so focused on looking forward, as if there is any hope left for you, and keeping bree steady, that you don’t really pay attention to the fact that there’s a car coming up right behind you, who probably went over the speed limit just to. you also don’t notice when the car lowers it’s passenger seat window.

but you do notice when juju yells your name from the drivers seat.

your head whips around so fast you nearly drop bree, who’s taken to being slung across your shoulder. “what the fuc— juju? juju, it’s—“

“yeah, yeah i do know what time it is, genius. get in the goddamn car.” she snaps, unlocking the door as you open the backseat to gently place bree in. you get into the passengers seat next to juju.

she looks worried sick.

it’s three minutes into the car ride when the lyft that juju apparently called, and paid, for bree whisks her away from the two of you—and it’s four minutes in that you stay in complete silence out of your own shock.

in the empty car, as you drive to what you recognize is not the way to your dormitory but to juju’s apartment— you muster up the courage to break it.

“how are you here?” your voice is soft.

juju doesn’t answer for a good while, but when she does, her voice is impossibly softer.

“i have your location.”

“that's not what i meant. i thought you still had the brand trip.”

“i left early.”

“what?” you say, incredulously. juju doesn’t say anything. she parks, and then she gets out of the car—and before you can even open your door, she’s already helping you out. as you walk? you pry for answers.

“juju, i don’t think you can do that—“

“i’m a celebrity, i can do .. basically? anything.”

“juju.” you scoff. “you’re not serious. it’s just me—“

“it’s not.” juju interrupts this time, so firm it makes you lose your track of mind— her hand, once wrapped around your wrist, lowers itself and softens its grip. it intertwines with your fingers. “it’s not just you.” she repeats, visibly regretting her choices of words last night. “it’s you. you get it?”

“truthfully, no.”

“bro—I,” juju stutters, chokes even, on her own words, fumbling like she’s fumbling with the keys to her apartment right now—“i mean that…” she restarts, “i mean that i’m sorry, okay?”

you stand still in your pretty dress and high heels. you stand frozen until she pulls you in. she closes the door and she takes your face into her hands, and her palms are warm, and she is warm.

warmth. that’s what you were missing.

the ache disappears.

and then you start crying.

“you’re such a fucking asshole sometimes.”

“oh, baby,” juju immediately coos. “i know,” she says, pulling you into her chest, her right hand stroking your head while her left hand pulls you in close by the waist. “i’m sorry.” she whispers. “i’m so sorry, baby. i wasn’t thinking. i’m sorry. i got my common sense back, yeah? i’m here now. i’m here, baby—please don’t cry.” she whispers. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry.” she repeats, sinking down to the floor with you—“i got you gifts, ma?” she offers. “got you so many gifts.”

“i just wanted you.” you say through a rather pathetic voice crack.

it only makes juju even more apologetic.

“i’m so fucking sorry baby. i’ll make it up to you, okay? i’ll make it up to you. come onn, prettiest girl—“ she whispers, kissing your temple, smoothing down your hair and getting it out of your face. you finally look up, still mad but not able to resist her—and you breath a shaky sigh.

“there she is,” juju says anyway, because the fact you’re looking at her is progress. “my girl.” she continues, “my girl who set up a whole dinner for me, set it all up for me, my girl who worked so hard— my girl who missed me s’much—shhh, baby, i’m here, i’m here,”

you find yourself squeezing tighter. she’s here now. that’s all you've really wanted.

she ends up cleaning you up, putting you in what she knows is your favorite hoodie (hers), carrying you, bridal style, to her couch—wraps you up in a little blanket burrito and places you on her chest where she can kiss your forehead easy. this time, she has netflix opened and ready—and she knows exactly what to have you guys watch: your favorite show that you’ve watched over seventy times, but can’t seem to get tired of.

your eyes are blown wide, focused entirely on snuggling into her hoodie and at the show you’re watching, and you’re too lost in your own post-party, post-argument, post-bad week bliss that you don’t notice juju spends every second looking at you.

you just know that it’s warm.

her hands are wrapped around you, and she’s so warm. and she’s saying sorry. and her voice is soft and it makes you sleepy.

so you close your eyes, and you start to fall harder for her, and simultaneously start to fall asleep.

there is no ache anymore. and you know it is not okay yet, but it will be.

but for now, the awareness that you will not wake up to a cold, empty couch—that's enough.

@likelysobbing.

[kaisturni]

rope bunny (pillow princess pt 2) | c. sturniolo

→ chris x fem!reader

→ plot; after your first night with chris, you do your best to stay out of the radar of his brothers. when you two return back to your room after filming, chris has a kink he wants to work out with you.

→ includes; smut, unprotected sex, restraining, f! oral, getting caught (kinda), creampie, angst if you squint, light fluff

→ a/n; i was going to post tomorrow but i could not WAIT hope i did it justice for everyone since this is my most loved fic (out of three lol but still crazy) and this one’s for the horny freaky FUCKS, ur just like me and i’m just like u, enjoy 🙈

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i opened my eyes and squint, adjusting to the bright sun entering the room. i’m still naked, still hugging chris, and still buzzed from the events of last night.

he’s already on his phone, and when he notices that i’m awake and looking at him, he smiles and peppers kisses all over my face,

“mornin’ baby,” placing the last kiss on my lips, making sure this one was longer than the others.

“good morning, how did you sleep?” i ask while stretching, the blanket slipping down, exposing my bare chest.

chris bites his lip lightly, “slept good, feeling even better now,” he whispers into my ear, taking a hand and squeezing.

i do my best to not groan at his action, since the day has just started, “chris! seriously? not right now!” i laugh, slightly pushing him away and crawling out of bed to get myself into the shower.

he frowns at the loss of contact, “sorry i just cant help mysel- are you showering? can i come with???” he pleads after watching me grab a towel and shuffle to the bathroom,

as much as i want to get in to the shower with him right now, i know were in a rush and we have places to be with nick and matt, and i don’t think we need them on our trail with both of us coming out of the room with wet hair.

“didn’t you shower last night? plus we have to get going in 20, that’s not enough time for-“

“for what?” he smirks,

“nothing, it’s just not enough time!” i half yell, slamming the bathroom door. honestly, the fact that he’s so needy already is cute.

it makes me wonder how he’s going to act when we’re with nick and matt. is it going to be awkward? obvious? are they going to clock us right away and never speak to me again? i shudder at my own imagination. i guess we’ll find out today.

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they haven’t picked up on anything.

which is good, because chris and i aren’t exactly doing a very good job at keeping a low profile.

he’s been stealing kisses from me all day; whenever the camera is not on, we’ll find ourselves trailing behind the group just to give each other a few quick pecks,

even sitting next to me and squeezing my thighs under the table when we go out to eat, laughing when he sees me trying to control myself under his touch.

“we’ve got to get going to the driskill now, is everyone ready?” nick asks, and we all nod following him out of the restaurant and to the hotel.

of course, chris and i “unintentionally” trail to the back again, holding hands and kissing behind his oblivious brothers.

that is, until matt turns his head around just as chris is about to kiss me again, and we have to almost rip apart at his eye contact.

“jesus, what’s wrong with you two??” matt questions with a chuckle, with good reason because i’m obviously extremely startled by almost getting caught.

“nothing, i was just saying something to scare her before we got to the hotel,” chris says nonchalantly, the lie slipping off his tongue easily.

“well i don’t want to know, i’m already fucking terrified,” nick chimes in, thankfully not turning around and continuing to keep his eyes ahead of him.

matt agrees, and they carry their own conversation, forgetting about us. chris gives me a little wink and a quick peck on the side of the head, both of us in a silent agreement not to try anything to close to them, it not being worthy the risk.

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we’ve been filming for about an hour or two at this point, we end up in a room where sam and colby decide this is where we’re doing the estes method.

“okay so y/n and nick can go first, just sit over on that couch put these blindfolds and headphone on and you’ll start hearing words playing back to you,” sam tells us while handing nick and i our gear.

chris watches me without even blinking while i put my blindfold on, and i stare back at him until i see nothing.

nick and i do it for about 10 minutes and we were able to get some good stuff for their video,

“matt and chris, how about y’all try it next” colby says as nick and i unblind ourselves.

i hand chris my blindfold and he bends down to my level, “you look so fucking sexy with a blindfold on, remind me to steal those from them later,” he whispers and smiles devilishly, taking the blindfold from my hands and claiming my spot.

i can feel my heart rate pick up at both his comment and our proximity to the others, it seems like he really does not care about getting caught; or he just lives for the thrill of it.

now that him and matt have the blindfolds on, chris starts man spreading, bucking his hips upwards and throwing his head back.

this man knows exactly what he’s fucking doing.

every word he says is in a low, slow voice, and i’m sure he’s laughing in his head at the vision of me squirming at what he’s doing.

him and matt finish, chris taking matt’s blindfold from him, “i can put these away for you guys,” he says to colby, and he thanks him and the group starts walking towards the bathroom.

i look back at chris and he’s shoving the blindfolds into his pocket, bringing his index finger to his lips, giving me a silent hush. my breath hitches and i don’t want to even let myself get hot and bothered by what he could be having in store for me later.

the fantasy that almost begins to brew in my head is flushed by nick and matt's whispers ahead of me.

“i don’t know, it’s weird!”

“i don’t believe you for a second.”

“i swear, i don’t know what happened last night, but something is going on between them,”

i feel my heart sink to my stomach the second i hear those words come out of matt’s mouth. he must have suspected something when we were walking to the hotel. were we being that obvious the whole day? i can’t even remember at this point.

i can feel my heart race and breath pick up, anxiety seeping through my body before i feel a hand on my shoulder,

“you good?” chris looks at me, a worried expression on his face.

the last thing i want to do is make him worry about his brother’s speculations, so i give him a half hearted smile,

“yes, just tired that’s all,” his eyes search my face,

“me too, it’s okay we’ll be done filming soon,” he pats my shoulder lightly and turns to talk to his brothers. i’m jealous of how calm he’s able to be with the way he’s asking. it’s not like i’m the one who’s being risky, but it sure as hell feels like it does.

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it’s around one in the morning when we say goodbye to sam and colby and start heading back to our own hotel.

i decided to walk with nick instead of chris, and even then i can feel matt’s eyes burning into the back of my head.

i do my best to actually keep eye contact with him whenever he looks at me just so i can show i don’t have the “we both know i’m with your brother” expression on my face.

“goodnight, we’ll see you guys tomorrow to check out thrifts and shit,” chris starts, before beginning to walk in the direction of our room.

“what? i thought we were all going to hang in our room for a little,” nick asks, looking at me confused,

“nah, y/n told me she’s super tired and i don’t want to keep her up if i come in late, right, y/n?”

god he’s so fucking good on the spot it drives me nuts.

“yeah i’m exhausted, all that ghost hunting has me beat, but don’t worry nick i promise shopping tomorrow will make up for it,” i say,

“keep your promise missy!”

i salute him before giving nick an arm hug and walking away as we blow each other a kiss.

chris keys us in to our room, while looking back at me with a sweet smile and kisses me on the cheek,

“m’lady,” he says while ushering me to go in, causing me to roll my eyes and giggle.

i don’t even have time to think before chris slams me into the door of the room and pushes his lips into mine.

we moan into each others mouths, his arms snaking around my waist and mine wrapping around his neck on cue.

“fuck, i’ve been needing you all day, i don’t know how i waited this long,” chris says breaking the contact between our mouths and moving his lips down to my neck with a trail of sloppy kisses,

“jump,” he demands, and i do and he holds my legs in place around his legs,

“chris,” i breathe out, unable to come up with complete sentences to say.

he moves his lips back up to mine, and without breaking our kiss lays me down on the bed, himself still standing over me.

chris breaks away fast and harsh, i look at him slightly confused,

“what’s wrong? what are you do-oh my god,”

chris pulls out both blindfolds he stole while we were filming, which i had entirely forgotten about. honestly i thought he just put them in his pocket for the theatrics, but i was dead wrong.

“thought i forgot about these, huh? i couldn’t get the sight of you with it on out of my head,” he says while removing my top then kissing the part of my breasts that are exposed through my bra.

“i couldn’t decide if i wanted to blindfold you or tie you up with it, so i decided on both. now strip,” he stands up tall and holds the silky fabric between his hands, wrapping it around his left knuckles.

i do as i’m told and i get completely naked, sinking to the ground in front him.

he takes his top layers off until he’s standing there in just pants, eyes dark and peering down at me.

i can feel myself quickly getting soaked, and chris grabs my throat and pulls me up closer to his level,

“you’re gonna do as i say, got that baby?” i nod vigorously, and he motions for me to lay on the bed.

“put your arms pretty girl,” he husks, kissing up my naked body before tying my wrists together in a bow above my head.

“i didn’t think you would be into this kind of thing, christopher,” i purr at him, watching chris bite his lip at my comment,

“i’m mainly just in to you, and since you’re mine i get to try anything i want with you, right?” he says, dipping down to suck on my nipple.

the feeling causes me to moan and squeeze my legs together, aching for him to absolutely fuck me senseless.

“r-right,” i say in a breathless agreement, and he gives me that devilish smile once again.

“good. now just lay back and enjoy it all baby,” he brings the blindfold up to my face and i lift my head so he can tie it around my head.

immediately i feel his hand go between my soaking core, causing me to arch my back even his gentle touch,

“you’re already so wet, you make it so hard to not fuck you so quick,” his voice rings into my ears like a melody as his two fingers enter me with ease.

“oh fuck, mmm…chris-“ i wriggle in my makeshift handcuffs when he curls his fingers with each pump, hitting the perfect spot every single time.

he removes his fingers from inside me, and i groan at the void of the pleasure that was building up inside me.

suddenly he pushes my legs further apart, and i gasp when i feel his mouth sucking on my clit.

pornographic moans echo in the room, and he buries his face deeper into my pussy, vibrations of his moans sending me further into a frenzy.

i’d give fucking anything to grip on to his hair right now, but since that option was taken away from me i’m left squirming under his touch, feeling the knots in my stomach grow tighter by the minute.

“shit right there, don’t fucking stop please,” i feel like i’m going to explode as he goes between sucking on my clit and giving fast licks to it on the tip of his tongue.

“how could i? you taste so sweet, y/n, god i love your pussy in my face,” he says before immediately going back to his attack on my core.

“b-baby i’m so close,” i practically scream out,

“let it all out f’me pretty girl,” he mumbled against me, and i release all over, feelings my legs trembling over my high.

i feel chris’ soaking wet mouth on my lips again, tasting myself as he explores my mouth with his.

he breaks away and i inhale deeply, picking up the sounds of his belt and the undoing of a zipper.

i feel his dick rub between me a few times before he immediately starts thrusting, holding my hips in place for his movement.

“ah chris! too much, too much!” i groan, my body still aching and the overstimulation well washed on me.

“no, take it—take it like the good girl i know you are,” he says, not breaking a rhythm of the pace of him slamming into me.

our moans meet once again, and his roughness only takes me further on the path to another orgasm.

he only moves his body to kiss me, rough and hard like his own movements.

“fuck y/n, i’m not lasting long with you,” he whimpers out, and i cant even focus on the words he’s saying because of the fire ready to burst inside of me.

“chris i-i’m gonna c-cum again,” i manage to say barely above a whisper, i’m so fucked out that even breathing is a challenge at this point.

“cum with me,” he says, his thrusts becoming sloppier, and we both reach out highs, feelings myself becoming warm with my own and his juices mixing inside of me.

chris removed the blindfold around my wrists and face, his tired eyes meeting mine.

he kisses all over my face with slow, gentle presses, “how was that?” he asks, then kissing the tip of my nose once more.

it’s insane how much of a different person chris turns into when we fuck.

“it was so good chris, thank you,” i say before reaching for my phone and crawling back on top of the bed.

chris joins me, and i lay on his body with my leg thrown over him; gently scratching my leg.

i notice i’m at low battery, thinking to get a charger, but immediately groaning in annoyance.

“what, what’s wrong?”

“i left my charger in their room. can you go get it? they must think i’m asleep by now,” i ask with doe eyes.

i know he’s going to do it anyway, but what’s the fun without teasing?

he laughs, “well since you asked so nicely,” he says before pecking my cheek,

“i can, i’ll be right back,”

i hum in response and he gets up, throwing just his boxers and a robe on.

i don’t bother putting on any clothes yet, but i do make myself comfortable in the blanket of the bed.

i close my eyes and hear the door open,

“okay WHAT the fuck.”

my eyes shoot open as i see matt and nick looking straight at me, horror filling both of their eyes.

chris is in a robe, i’m still very obviously naked, and there’s the stolen blindfolds on the bed; it’s not a good look.

i don’t even know what to say, the ringing in my ears beginning, feeling like i’m going to pass out.

why are they even here? were they listening? waiting?

i’m so full of embarrassment and anger, that i can’t even control myself.

“GET OUT, ALL OF YOU GET OUT!” i scream, and all of them look at me in shocked silence while i take the heap of blanket out of the bed with me and shove chris out of the room into the hallway with nick and matt.

it isn’t his fault, but it kind of is. for some reason i’m not really angry with him, more so at the situation. all of this could’ve been avoided if we just said something sooner and that’s what makes me feel the worst.

i quickly change into a pair of chris’ sweats and my own tshirt, rubbing my face into my palms as i brace myself to open the door again.

“y/n-“ matt starts,

“so you think it’s okay to fucking listen in on us through the door like a creep? what is wrong with you!” i yell, feeling the tears begin to pool into my eyes,

“no, no! that’s not what happened, we came because-“

“i heard what you said at the driskill!”

“what?” chris looks at the two confused, and they just ignore his expression and relay their focus back to me,

“y/n, we were just joking around. we came to bring you your charger that you left in my bag. anyway, we didn’t think actually anything was going on between you two.” nick starts calmly, allowing my own temper to mellow out with his soft speaking.

“yeah, we were just messing around. but obviously there was some… truth to it,” matt finishes.

chris sits silently next to me on the bed rubbing my back while i bury my face in my hands in shame.

“i’m so sorry guys, i don’t want you to fucking hate me for this, especially you nick; we were friends first,” i lightly sob into my hands and nick sits down on the other side of me,

“hey no, i, we, could never hate you for dating our brother— you guys are like, dating now right?” he says, looking at chris with raised eyebrows,

and i look at him, knowing we’re more that just fuck buddies; he said so himself. but just out of the curiosity of what he will say to his own brothers.

“of course we are,” we smile at each other and i turn back to nick,

“then i’m happy for you both. just remind me to fucking rip my ears and eyes out after hearing, and SEEING what i just witnessed,” he exclaims, throwing his hands up and closing his eyes, trying to shake the memories from his head.

“oh GOD, please tell me you didn’t hear much?” i look at him and matt with pleading eyes,

“don’t worry, just the OHHH CHRIS, IM GONNA CUM!” matt mocks him; nick groaning in disgust and chris and i turning red at his words.

“okay okay, thank you guys now get out, and don’t stick around uninvited,” chris says, getting up and opening the door for them.

“hope you guys will actually be fuckin asleep when we see you next!” nick says, the door following soon behind him.

chris takes a deep sign, “well, that was out sooner than later. are you okay?”

“yeah, i am. i’m glad they know now, i don’t know how long we could’ve kept this up without them knowing,” i say,

he plays with the end of my hair, “me too, i never want to keep you a secret,” he gives me a half crooked smile,

i kiss him gently and wrap my arms around him, his presence safe and calming.

“thank you, chris. i do need to shower though, i’m still… covered,” i say, collecting a towel and some of chris’ clothes he’s been letting me borrow.

“can i come with this time?”

“chris!”

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Big Autism Post

(I'm not calling him autistic. These are just some autistic traits that I've noticed that he has that neurotypicals can also have)

This is a list of ND traits, each with a few examples of instances or whatever:

Like to lead conversations and provide extensive information on the specific topics you are interested in.

Find it easier to talk ‘at’ people, rather than engaging in a two-way conversation.

“Oh… I forgot to bring my cheat sheet. I’ve got a folder with notes, which I planned on bringing with me. But it also feels a little know-it-all and self-conscious to start giving a lecture from my own notes here. My best line… I wouldn’t know! I simply don’t know all the lyrics by heart yet. [long pause] I think ‘Big Ideas’ as a whole is a very accomplished song.” [X]

Have your own unique phrases and descriptive words.

“A bone-coloured gentleman” - him describing a spider [X] [+post I made a while back about him and words]

Find building and maintaining close friendships and relationships difficult in a range of environments.

hmm 🤨

May use facial expressions and make gestures when speaking with people that others find unusual.

This whole interview is just him stimming but specifically watch 1:46 in the video when jamie mentions it

The Zane Lowe The Car Interview where he’s doing the same hand stim over and over again

He makes a pained expression sometimes when he’s just talking about normal things but there’s too many examples to get

Autistic individuals are often perceived as controlling. + Have a strong desire to set and follow rules, whether in the classroom, work or social situations.

“…but I'm quite a control freak." He grins. "There's a bit of that." [X]

Would you describe yourself as a control freak in the studio? “Yeah, probably… (Laughs) well, definitely. I think somebody needs to take the reins and I’m happy to do that. I’m sure it’s quite annoying for other people at times, but I think they’re glad that someone is… not exactly in charge but has a vision.” [X]

Alex Turner is not satisfied with the light of the room chosen to serve as the basis for our interview. It is a small and cozy hipster hotel in the neighborhood of Los Feliz, in Los Angeles, of those who are above a cafe with tables occupied by young people on the computer and without queues at the cash registers that do not accept cash payment. The leader of Arctic Monkeys, the largest rock band to leave the United Kingdom in the last 20 years, moves the switches until he finds the perfect balance of luminosity. "Is that okay with you?" he asks, but doesn't seem to care much about the answer. Turner likes to have full control over his environment. "Where do you want to sit? Here will be the best place, right?" he asks, with coffee in his hand, already standing in front of a small beige table below the lamp that insisted on not releasing the proper light. Shy to the point of never completing an entire sentence, as if the mouth did not accompany his fast brain, Turner is fully aware of his obsession with control and attention to detail, something that has become greater in recent years ahead of the band. [X]

Have intense conversational focus on subjects that interest you, combined with a minimal interest to engage in conversation on other topics.

This interview (2:08 - end) where he kept talking about wrestling (+finger flicking) while the interviewer kept trying to steer the conversation back to the question.

This TBHC moment where he got excited about something Zane said.

May speak in a monotone, with an accent, in a very proper and formal way or not at all.

I’m very excited. I want to just… y’know, jump up and down on the bed :|

Zane Lowe bullying his “nice one”

Making repetitive body movements, such as hand clapping, hand flapping or rocking, making noises, or frequently clearing the throat, also known as stimming.

Hair + Head/Neck hold

Rocking

His shoulder tappy thing + the shoulder hug thing he does when he’s nervous like when he met Julian Casablancas

Eyes

Jaw

Fingers + finger biting + finger biting (gay)

Arm rub

Legs

The Car 

Prefer hanging around on your own, rather than joining in with others.

“I like to feel foreign, alone. That said, I probably live far too much inside my head, it would be good for me to have more relationships with real people.” [X]

There are fan stories about them seeing him eating alone at like 2am or something but those don’t count everyone does that

Anxiety in social settings

“[very long pause] I just don’t wanna get it wrong in front of everybody” (when asked about his favourite dessert)

Him apologising for calling Batman’s butler Albert instead of Alfred (I lost it ): ) (update: [X] thanks slippy)

His ipod suddenly playing T-Rex

“It’s gonna be alright…”

…The next day, Turner sends me an apologetic email. “I sat myself too far away from my internal cue cards and few sentences made it to the finish line,” he admits. [X]

I would fire a question at them and Miles would respond at length while Alex would emit, perhaps, a tiny smile and draw back a little further in his chair. If you address a question directly to Alex he clams up. If you ignore him then, bit by bit, he comes back because Alex clearly thinks Miles is amazing. [X]

"I was racking me brain for this," he admits in his undimmed Northern accent, holding up a little piece of paper covered in hand-scratched recollections. (Mistaking the hotel lunch menu for his notes at one point, he even cracks a self-deprecating joke; Tuscan kale, he knows, is not the answer we came for.) [X]

Ability to “hyper-focus” on work or a specific interest

“I’d just gotten obsessed with cardboard.” (not a great example but it’s funny)

Experiencing emotions more intensely than others

- “He just feels a bit…. I don’t know… Fragile”

Often accused of being rude or blunt.

no need for example 

May have perfectionism in certain areas.

Find that others don’t understand how you are feeling and say that “it is hard to know what you are thinking”.

I can’t find a good example for these two, but it’s been mentioned before.

Masking, where specific behaviours are consciously or unconsciously concealed to fit into social norms or to avoid negative responses from others.

"You know how Shakira's hips don't lie? Well mine are incredibly good liars. A mask if you like." (I looked everywhere for the video I had it saved a few years ago but I can’t find it)

Echolalia and vocal stims

“Stupid slow dirty PC” & “The year is 1965” [X]

“Ipswich”

“In the big room”

“Spectrum section spectrum” (was not a stutter, he just liked those words together)[X]

Stealing peoples accents and mannerisms

Andy: “…he soaks accents up a lot, ‘cause when he started hanging around with Miles quite a lot, he started to get a bit of a Scouse twinge to his accent.” [X]

His Americanish accent in that SIAS interview (I can’t find it, but he says the word “pretty” in an American accent)

Dino hands: This unique posture, colloquially known as "autistic T-Rex arms," is commonly observed among autistic individuals.

Dino hand compilation

While not every neurodivergent person reports high justice sensitivity, and many people with high justice sensitivity are not autistic or ADHD, this can be an autistic or ADHD trait.

The Green Book: Everyday Guide to Saving The Planet [you can also spot “The Abortion” and “Natural cures and gentle medicines”]

Recycling (4:00)

Telling the interviewer that it’s wrong to say “The Gays” [X] (5:06)

“I once stole a ‘Dip Dap’. I walked out of the shop immersed in thought and when I came to the next crossing, while I was enjoying my lolly, I suddenly realised that I hadn’t paid for it. So I walked back to the shop and kindly paid for it.” [X]

May struggle with eye-contact (either too little or too much)

“Alex Turner on the other hand is an inveterate fiddler with keys or phone while he talks. Otherwise he has the slightly unnverving habit of staring at you unblinkingly with his dark brown eyes, like a curious young horse.” [X]

Some autistic individuals struggle with being on time

“Matt: He's always late. He's like clockwork in his lateness. Yesterday in Southhampton, the bus was picking us up at half 12 at the hotel to go to the venue, and [tour manager] Timm phoned him, goes, 'Al, where are you? The bus is here.' Everybody knew what time they had to be down there. He said, 'I'm watching Danger Mouse'. He was still in bed.” [X]

Obsessive interests

Whatever show he's currently watching (The Sopranos, The Wire, Breaking Bad, True Detective etc…): “[Staring] Sorry, I’m just thinking about True Detective” [X] (17:53)

Space

Films (maybe this interview the most) + this clip “Man, Alex was really into this whole sci-fi thing, Man…” [X]

etc…

Zoning out/taking a long time to think

“Well, everything has changed. [2 minutes of silence while you can almost hear a movie playing in his head] …” [X]

Cluedo Enthusiast interview!

Distracted Compilation

Zoning out compilation

People describing him:

‘With Alex, I knew this was someone unconventional, a little bit different, with a brightness and a cleverness that would serve him well. He had a very original sense of humour, as you'd expect, but he was always quite reserved. I remember giving a class a bollocking once, and he was sitting there like Gromit from Wallace and Gromit – mute, but with these incredibly expressive raised eyebrows, as if he was saying sarcastically: "Ooooh – we've really cocked it up now."’

Alex was never particularly vocal, but you could sense when some pieces of poetry moved him. [X]

I think one of the Gallaghers called him a weird guy but he likes him or smt it was a tweet (update: “Strange little chap but I like him” [X])

“…In fact I began to think that Alex (Turner) might be in touch with them (aliens) in some way, the way he works on his lyrics. If there was a line to hone or edit he’d step outside without paper or a pen, stare at the horizon for a few seconds, then walk right back in and deliver some majestic new couplet. Seeing him conjure these lines from nothing I wonder if he’s not at least part extraterrestrial himself.” - Josh Homme 

Other:

Doesn’t like hearing himself

“And yet, in person, Turner, a man acclaimed as the voice of his generation, is surprisingly tongue-tied. “Where am I going with this? Uh… I… Yeah… No… I’m sorry, I’ve completely lost it,” he says at one point. “I just hear myself talking sometimes and I’m like bleurgh!” [X]

Taking off Headphones Compilation

Characters/embodiment autism

How he changes looks, haircuts, voices, accents etc depending on where he is in his life at a specific moment. 

This Compilation

Twitchy Compilation + him twitching when his phone rings here

Taratata

how hes weird in fan photos idk (not that he’s always weird but yknow)

The one instagram post where the fan asked him to smile and said it didn’t work out (I can’t find it they were skiing and she was a waitress) all i have is this:

I think in the last gif they said he was shy (and smelled like cigarettes)

well he’s terrible at faking a smile in general:

stupid smile compilation

Something about change? He’s been wearing the same clothes until they’re worn out and he always uses that brown bag. I dunno he seems like he loves change but I don’t know him and it’s none of my business (I’m aware of how ironic it is that I’m saying this at the end of this post)

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BACKSTAGE - ( m.s )

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summary- your best friend caught the eye of the bass player in a band local to boston, your hometown, so you’re invited to the second to last stop of their US tour. they can definitely put on a show, and all of them are very welcoming when you meet them backstage. then there’s the asshole grumpy drummer with the inflated ego, who can’t seem to stop staring.

warnings- cursing, smoking, drinking, ???

band au (triplets are in their mid 20s)

drummer!matt x fem!reader (this song ^^ inspired me and it’s good af so i’m including it)

a/n: this has been brewing for a while and i kinda forking love this concept, i hope i brought it to life well! hope u enjoy and as always my inbox is open for whateva #kisses ****part 2 to come

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“are you sure you want to do this?” you ask her as you two linger by the bar at the back of the venue.

people are clearing out, all happily chattering after an incredible concert. you have to admit that it was a great performance, and the sold out crowd helped.

they’re a pretty talented band. and the bass player really wants your best friend.

all it took to get him interested was a single comment on one of his recent posts. adelaide is undeniably gorgeous, and she’s also built a decent following through her recent modeling jobs.

she stands out in any comment section and in crowds like these, so it makes sense that he hit her up. that’s why you’re here anyways.

mister bass player had invited you guys to the first of two sold out shows in this place. it’s the last stop on the band’s US leg, in their hometown, which happens to be where you and adelaide live.

“yes dude, for the hundredth time, im sure. and he’s waiting on us, so stop stalling. i know you have more balls than that.” adelaide gives you a pointed look.

you can’t help but roll your eyes. “i promise you i don’t care enough about what these guys think to be scared.”

“now that sounds more like you.” she teases as she pulls her phone out of her back pocket.

the light from the screen illuminates her face, and you watch as she taps something out quickly.

“chris said someone is gonna come get us.”

“can’t wait.” you smile sarcastically as you respond.

addy doesn’t even get the chance to yell at you about your attitude before a big buff guy dressed in all black approaches the two of you, dark hair slicked against his skull. SECURITY is printed across his jacket in bold yellow letters.

“you ladies enjoy the show?” his voice is deep, which matches his huge stature perfectly.

“oh, it was amazing! i’m assuming you’re jason?” adelaide beams at him, pushing her dark curls out of her face.

he nods once. “that’s me. you guys ready to head backstage?”

“yup, just lead the way.”

the two of you follow jason back down toward the front of the stage, around the protective barricade to a door that almost blends right in with the venue’s dark walls.

he knocks on it three times. another tall man opens it for him and ushers the two of you inside before people start to pay too much attention.

“dressing rooms this way.” the new guy leads you through the backstage area, down a narrow hallway until he stops in front of one of the doors. there’s a little placard with their band name on it, which is cute.

this time nobody thinks to knock, because it’s already pretty loud. once the door swings open the sound is even more overwhelming.

you count seven people, all sitting around on the couches and vanity seats in the dim lighting. three of them are nearly identical, which surprises you. you thought there were only two brothers in the band.

several bottles of champagne crowd the coffee table already, and they’ve only been off the stage for ten minutes.

all of them are watching the two of you now, and it makes you want to crawl out of your skin.

“look who it is.” one of the twins (or apparently triplets) that’s sitting on the couch sets his glass down and gets up to greet you.

his brown hair is long, longer than the others, hidden slightly by a black boston hat. he’s dressed in a celtics jersey and baggy jeans, clearly happy to be representing his city tonight.

“good to see you, chris.” adelaide smiles into his chest as he pulls her into a tight embrace that lasts for a few seconds too long.

“i promise it’s better to see you.” he smirks as he finally pulls away, not even trying to hide his gaze as he admires the way her outfit hugs her body.

then he turns to you, and you suddenly feel like a spotlight is shining directly in your face.

“it’s nice to meet you too, y/n. addy tells me you’re even cooler than she is.” chris says, wrapping his arm around your friends shoulder lazily.

“can’t argue with that.” you shrug with a grin, impressed that he remembered your name without having to ask.

he looks around and clears his throat, and the others stop chatting. “everyone, this is adelaide and y/n. introduce yourselves.”

one of the clones that was sitting beside chris speaks up now. “shouldn’t they know who we are?”

he looks directly at you with an uninterested gaze that’s somehow still so intense you almost lose your breath. he’s in all black, fluffy hair styled a bit shorter than chris’s.

his harley davidson muscle tee is cut off right above his black pants, revealing just the smallest sliver of his stomach as he leans back against the cushions casually. so many tattoos, so many rings.

it’s annoying that you notice this, even despite how pissed off you are at his stupid question.

“i hate to burst your bubble, but i wouldn’t be able to guess your name even if someone put a gun to my head.” you bite back without thinking, and laughter erupts around you.

“that’s exactly what you deserve for a dickhead comment like that, matt.” another currently-unnamed guy says.

he’s on the other sofa with the last of the carbon-copy brothers, arm around the waist of the beautiful girl that’s perched on his lap. the couple smile at you and adelaide.

“feel free to ignore him. i’m nathan, lead guitar.” he introduces himself.

“i’m his girlfriend jen.” the dark-haired woman chimes in, offering you a friendly wave.

“im nick,” the triplet sitting next to them finally reveals his name, “i’m not in the band, i’m just their tour photographer. my brothers got the musical talent.”

“kids a genius with a camera though.” chris adds, still sidled up against adelaide.

“names sam. i’m the singer.” a blonde boy with hair cropped close to his skull says with a nod.

he’s sitting on one of the vanity chairs that’ve been set up in a half circle, tipping the rest of his champagne back after he speaks.

“and i’m just his older sister gabby.” the girl beside him sticks her hand out, and you take a step forward to shake it.

“dont say just. and i love your necklace.” you compliment the barbed wire chain around her throat, and she waves her free hand at you, flushing slightly.

“you’re sweet.”

“it’s nice to meet you all. the show was fantastic, we had a blast.” adelaide addresses everyone with that award-winning grin you know and love.

chris leads her over to the couch and they sit down, pressed against each other like they’re attached at the hip. you have to admit it’s a little cute. you take the open chair next to gabby, opting to avoid sitting next to matt just to be near your friend.

“are you both from boston too?” sam asks, reaching to refill his drink.

jen gets up from nate’s lap to grab two more glasses from one of the cabinets, which is a kind gesture that you weren’t really expecting.

“yeah. we met in college and ended up staying in the city together.” you answer as he moves to pour your champagne next.

“that makes you what, 22? i am about to serve you alcohol.”

you can’t help but laugh, so adelaide answers instead. “we’re 25, but i’ll take that as a compliment.”

he puts his hands up in apology as you grab your glass. “so not recent graduates then, my bad.”

you can still feel matt staring at you, and when you meet his gaze over the rim of your drink he doesn’t shy away. your own eyes narrow slightly, because you dont understand why he won’t fucking quit it.

“what do you do for work?” nathan questions, and you finally break out of your trance to look over.

“i was in publishing for a bit, but i mainly model now.” addy responds first.

chris’s hand goes to grip her thigh endearingly as she sips her champagne. “can’t you tell?”

“stop it.” she nudges him slightly, though you can see a faint blush appear beneath her bronzed skin.

nate rolls his eyes before looking your way. “and you?”

“i’m a media manager for a few different brands.”

“really? like who?”

it’s matt speaking, you know even before you turn your head to meet his cold eyes once more. he’s challenging you, inked arms crossed over his chest defensively as he waits for an answer.

“well for one, those pants you’re wearing? i work with that company.” you reply bluntly.

you’d recognize those cargos anywhere, the faded star patches are a dead giveaway. matt’s face drops in surprise, and nick snorts, giving you a nod of approval that doesn’t go unnoticed.

“i can’t believe you work for vamped. we all get like, half of our wardrobe from there.” he admits.

“raiding her closet is a real treat, trust me.” adelaide makes it sound like a joke, but she actually does love to come over and steal all your favorite pieces.

it would be annoying if you didn’t love her so much.

jen smiles, cuddled back up on her boyfriend’s knee as she looks between the two of you. “i like you girls already.”

“yeah, and i respect anyone who can humble matt that quickly.” sam nods along in agreement, and you recognize that he’s talking about you in particular.

“oh, so i take it he’s like this all the time then?” your question is directed at sam, but you’re looking at the subject himself as you ask it.

“pretty much.” chris nudges matt with a silly grin, and he scowls in return, though he’s still watching you.

you can’t decipher what he’s feeling, what he’s thinking, and you don’t like it one bit. to be fair, you don’t know him at all yet, but you know the type.

you’ve met enough high profile people through vamped to understand that this kid thinks he’s some kind of god, probably because his friends tell him so.

but you’re not his friend, and you don’t owe him any politeness if he can’t bother to reciprocate it. you keep your eyes on him as sam redirects the conversation away from the two of you, another challenge of your own, and he finally looks away a moment later.

you take it as a win.

a few rounds of drinks later you can feel the heat creeping up your cheeks, blissfully tipsy as you continue to swap stories about anything and everything with the rest of the group.

chris and adelaide are in their own little world, whispering shit back and forth to each other like school girls.

matt hasn’t said a single word to you since you name-dropped your highest paying client just to embarrass him. he watches the rest of you interact, though that burning gaze of his always seems to meet yours anyways.

its driving you crazy, and you’re itching for a quick pause from the socialization, as nice as (almost) everyone has been.

“i’m gonna go for a smoke.” you address the group, mainly adelaide, and you’re met with a couple nods.

“same.” matt replies gruffly, and your heart falters.

of fucking course.

he pushes himself to a standing position before you can protest, or say anything really. his shirt is even more cropped now that he’s stretched to his full height, and you’re staring straight at his exposed happy trail and v-line. you’re pretty sure you see the top of a small tattoo by his hip.

your mouth goes dry, and you busy yourself grabbing your little purse from the floor.

“hurry back, i wanna hear more about this PR box fiasco.” gabby points a finger at you as you get up next, and you smile even though you know it’s a weak attempt.

“i’ll be quick.” you promise her.

adelaide gives you a little wave goodbye, which doesn’t quell your nerves as you turn to follow matt, who doesn’t wait for you to catch up.

he just throws the dressing room door open carelessly, letting it swing back so you have to stop it with your hand before it hits you. you glare at the back of his head, though you follow him in silence because you don’t know the way outside.

another security guard stands in the hall, and matt greets him with a quick nod as he heads outside, once again neglecting to hold it for you.

you mutter a quick hello to the man before stepping onto the little back patio. it’s the end of summer, edging toward fall now, so there’s just a slight chill in the air.

he’s already leaned up against the brick wall, situated on one of the steps down to the gated parking lot. for the first time tonight, he’s actually not looking at you, and it’s somewhat of a relief.

you dig around in your bag to retrieve your crinkled carton of cigarettes, flipping the lid open to pull one out and stick it between your lips. you’re about to put them away when matt clears his throat.

“can i bum one?” he asks softly.

it’s the least aggressive he’s been all night, and it throws you so off guard you can’t find anything to say back so him. so you just nod slowly, grabbing another cigarette for him and passing it over.

“thanks.”

“you got a light? couldn’t bring mine in.” you mutter, though your words slur because of the cig that’s between your teeth.

matt nods, ruffling his hair with one hand as the other slips into his back pocket. he pulls out a red disposable lighter and ignites it in one swift motion.

he holds it up to your mouth, burning the end of the thin roll of tobacco. he’s staring at your lips, thinking about how soft they look wrapped around that filter paper.

matt doesn’t want to be wondering what it would be like to feel them against his own, because you embarrassed him. he hates being embarrassed, especially by someone who walked right into his dressing room like she owned it.

you’re unlike any girl he’s ever met, and he’s fucking entranced.

you inhale, glancing to meet his blue eyes as the smoke fill your lungs, completely unaware of his thoughts. it’s familiar, and it calms you down a little bit.

you pull it from your mouth to exhale, watching as he lights his own before slipping the plastic device back into his pocket. he slumps back up against the wall, kicking one leg up to steady himself.

it’s silent again for a moment while you both enjoy the brief hits of nicotine, letting the clouds swirl up into the night. you both go to ash at the same time, and he breaks the tension first.

“so, what did you think of the show, sweetheart? your friend spoke for you, but i’m sure you have your own opinion.” he says, one side of his mouth tilted up.

you weigh up his statement, rewinding to an hour ago. you guys were in the upper wing, right by the stage in the front row. the view was great, and the energy was definitely there.

you remember matt, sweaty and focused as he banged on those fucking drums like his life depended on it. your eyes were drawn to him for a lot of the performance, to the intensity he brought to the stage.

that was before you knew about his superiority complex, though you should have been expecting it. he is, after all, a rising rock star.

“it was good.” you reply bluntly, shrugging as you bring your cigarette back to your lips.

he fully smiles now, though it’s not a warm one. then he follows your lead and takes another drag as well, his tattoos shifting as his muscles flex and relax due to the movement.

“don’t fucking humor me.” matt finally says seriously, and you narrow your eyes.

“i wasn’t, but it doesn’t matter either way. you think you’re the shit regardless.” you snap back.

matt softens a bit at your tone, but he’s also backed into a corner. you confuse him, because you’re impossible to read. that’s never happened to him before, and it’s annoyingly enticing.

“you don’t know a damn thing about me.”

“i know your type.” you argue sourly, sucking in another mouthful of smoke.

he turns his full attention to you now, shifting so he can look you right in the eyes. you wish it didn’t intimidate you so much, but the way he’s been leering at you all night makes you sweat.

“and what type would that be, hm?” matt goads.

you nudge at the concrete with the toe of your sneaker, pausing briefly to compose your answer.

“you’re arrogant, which either comes from the fame or the praise, or most likely both. in fact, you’re so cocky that you probably can’t be around anyone without patronizing them. i bet they all tell you how talented and badass you are, but you wanna know what i think?” you ask him, taking a hit of your cigarette for dramatic effect.

and it works. matt is hanging onto every word, waiting for you to deliver the final punch as you take a step closer, blowing the vapor toward him.

“i think that the whole time, they’re just waiting for you to shut the fuck up.”

for a second the world is still, and neither of you move an inch. he’s just studying you, eyes skipping across your face like he’s trying to commit it to memory.

“you want to know what i think?” he questions you quietly, and you can’t help but watch his lips as they move.

so pretty and pink, and you know he would taste like tobacco and sweat. you want to give in, but you won’t. one thing about you is that you’re stubborn, and you refuse to make the first move for this asshole.

“i think you like it.” matt finishes, so close to your lips now that he’s practically whispering his words against them.

just as you think he’s about to kiss you, to give you the power you crave, he tosses his cigarette to the ground and snuffs it out before stepping around you.

the only reminder that the moment was real is the door slamming shut behind him.

[godilovetakayamariki]

BATHROOM STALL ㅤㅤㅤ୧ ˳ ≛ ۫ ⌒ ⭑⭒

Pairing: Taehyun x Yeonjun x Reader

Genre: non - idol au, smut

Synopsis: beomgyu drags you to a party where ur f Genre: non - idol au, smut avorite boys are attending, things get steamy in the bathroom….they’re both there.

Warnings: Pet names, threesome, possessiveness, Public sex, oral sex, name calling

Word count: 1732

Authors note: Just a little something I did for fun i hope you enjoy! If enough request I’ll post pt2!

It was a normal Friday night for you, sitting at home reading your new Manga you picked up on your way home earlier that day. You had expected to lay in bed all night until you get a text from your best friend.

20 mins was definitely not enough time to get ready for the club, so you did your best to look as presentable as possible…especially since Taehyun would be there…you had always had a crush on him ever since you laid eyes upon him. That was 4 years ago, he was your best friends bandmate, but Taehyun wasn’t the only one of your best friends bandmatees you had eyes on. Yeonjun had always caught your eye, he was so unreal, his hair was as soft as cotton and his eyes stared so deep into your soul you couldn’t help but buckle at the knees every time he looked at you.

As you’re getting ready for the club you’re thinking about what would look best to Taehyun and Yeonjun, so you put on your shortest skirt and smallest top, you put your hair into a slick ponytail, with smoky makeup and your sexiest heels.

20 mins fly by and you receive the “I’m here” text from Beomgyu. You walk outside and see him in your driveway in his Range Rover. You hop in the front seat, buckle up and set your purse in the back seat. Beomgyu looks at you up and down “you look hot wow” he says. “Thank you Beom” you playfully roll your eyes at him and giggle. “Are the other boys already there?” You ask. “Yeah they got there a while ago.” Beomgyu says. About 5 minutes later you pull up to the

Valet of the club, Beomgyu gives his keys to the valet driver and walks around to open your door and help you out of the very tall car.

This club was extremely nice, nicer than you could afford, you’re lucky you’re here in the first place - your best friend was paying for everything. You and Beomgyu make your way into the club and spot the rest of the members standing at the bar ordering drinks, just as you walk up you can already tell Yeonjun is basically eye fucking you. He can’t keep his eyes off of you. You feel an arm wrap around you, you turn around to see Taehyun, he’s asking if you want a drink. You agree getting a coke and rum. “Naaah that’s not what we’re doing” Taehyun says “Get her a shot.”

Taehyun orders you and him a shot of vodka, the liquor he knows gets you the most drunk, as you and taehyun are taking your shots you can feel a stare coming from your peripherals. You slightly turn your head to get a glimpse. You see Yeonjun standing at the table behind you staring at you with jealousy in his eyes. You take advantage of this and start flirting with taehyun more, putting your arm around him, laughing at his jokes, pinching his cheeks, caressing his arms, anything you can to make Yeonjun even more jealous. As you’re laughing with taehyun you feel someone grab your arm and pull you away from the bar. You turn around to see Yeonjun dragging you to the dance floor - at this point you’re tipsy enough to not care so you just start dancing with him - more so grinding on him than dancing but he doesn’t mind. His hands are wrapped around your waist guiding your ass to meet with his hips. You both continue to dance for a few more songs when you get pulled away once again, at this point you have had more than too many drinks and didn’t care who you were dancing with at this point. You look up and it’s Taehyun who had drug you away from Yeonjun you start dancing on him like you did with Yeonjun, Taehyuns hands feeling every inch of your body as you throw your ass on him to the club music. Taehyun was biting his bottom lip as his hands were on your ass at this point. You reach your arms behind you and grab onto his neck- his hands wrap around to your stomach as you dance to the music some more.

Taehyun whispers in your ear “I’ll be right back kitten” you were too drunk to process what he just said to you so you kept dancing without a care in the world. A few minutes passed of you dancing alone when Taehyun finds you, grabs your hand and leads you away from the dance floor. “W-w- where are we going hyunie” you say in very slurred drunken speech. “Shhh you’ll see, trust me”. And that you do, you trusted Taehyun with your life. He’s leading you through the crowd of people dancing and talking and you follow his lead.

You’re following him blindly, when all of the sudden he leads you into a room…the bathroom. As soon as you enter the door you notice another figure in the bathroom. It was Yeonjun, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, he looks at you with lustfull eyes. Taehyun locks the door behind you. “Taehyun what are you doing?” You ask a little shocked. “I told you to trust me kitten..didn’t I” “Now be a good girl for Yeonjun”

Yeonjun walks over to you, “You think you could wear this slutty little outfit out in public and expect not to get fucked” You are now flush against the bathroom door, yeonjuns knee is now pressing into your heat. His arms above your head on the door, his face is inches away from yours, he’s looking at you with those same eyes…they look almost predatory, like he hunted his prey and is about to devour it. He removes his hand from the door and grabs you by the chin making you look him directly in the eyes. “Is this not what you wanted princess, didn’t you dress like this on purpose. To get us excited” You have nothing to say, you just gulp, loud enough for both boys to hear. “Tell me you want me. Now.” “I know you do pretty girl”

“I want you Yeonjun” At this point Yeonjun is rubbing his knee at your heat. You’re basically grinding his thighs and you don’t even realize it. You’re soaking wet. “We haven’t even started with you yet and you’re this wet princess” He says as his lips curl into a devilish smile.

You want to kiss him so bad, his plump velvet lips staring you right in the face. You bite your lower lip to try to contain the lewd sounds coming from your throat, but Yeonjun already noticed. He brings his thumb from your cheek to your bottom lip and gently slides his thumb across your lips, then slipping his thumb into your mouth. You let out a whimper as you see Yeonjun bite his lower lip, he slides his thumb in and out of your mouth leaving trails of saliva running down your chin.

“That’s a good girl, suck my thumb just like that”

“You like that huh”

“You’re such a slut, you want me and Taehyun one isn’t good enough for you is it”

Yeonjun signals to Taehyun to come over, you’re still pressed against the door, You’re too dizzy from Yeonjun finger fucking your mouth you can’t even tell what they’re talking about. Then you feel Yeonjun remove his fingers from your mouth leaving a trail of saliva. Just as you start to catch your breath Taehyun picks you up holding you by your ass which is completely out at this point, he sits you on the bathroom sink and stares you in the eyes

“Does the little kitten want me to kiss her?”

All you can think is how this is what you’ve dreamed about ever since you met him yet in this moment you can’t seem to form any words, you just nod at him.

“I’ll take that as a yes”

He grabs a handful of your hair from the back and pulls you closer to him, his lips finally meet yours, he doesn’t hesitate to make it rough and wet, your tongues are wrestling eachother slipping in and out of eachothers mouths. His hand reaches down inside of your top to play with your boobs, going from groping them one second to squeezing your nipples the next. You’re letting out whimpers and moans in the middle of sloppy kisses. His hand travels from your boobs to lifting up your skirt to play with your panty covered clit.

Taehyun picks you back up moving you from the bathroom sink to the wall, he has your back to the wall, still leaving sloppy kisses all over your mouth and neck. He stops for a moment and looks over at Yeonjun and gives him a signal. With your back pressed against the wall in Taehyuns arms Yeonjun comes underneath, he’s leaving messy wet kisses on your inner thighs, he then moves your panties to the side with one finger and licks your heat, gentle but meticulous knowing exactly what spots to hit, as he’s licking you feel a single digit at the entrance, Yeonjun slides his finger in your heat and pumps in and out.

Taehyun won’t let you get a word out, you can only hear your moans through the sloppy wet kisses from you and Taehyun. As Yeonjun is playing with your cunt taehyun starts to nibble at your earlobe and whispers…

“You like being our little slut don’t you”

“You want us to fuck you however we want right”

“Tell me you want my dick In you”

“Say it kitty”

“I want your dick in me tae” you moan so loud Taehyun has to put his fingers in your mouth to shut you up. Yeonjun finishs eating you out, Taehyun Carries you back over to the sink. He sits you on the sink. Pushes your skirt up, and spreads your legs.

Authors note pt.2 PLS GIVE FEEDBACK IT WOULD BE VERY APPRECIATED!!

[trivial-pokemon-ramblings]

More champion headcannons because I haven’t posted in a while and my Wally draft is gone (thx tumblr)! Yay! These are more on the platonic side.

Most of my champion head cannons don’t really include Steven all that much. He’s too busy with playing with rocks to hang out with the others. Steven’s like that one friend who hangs out with you, but they barely talk at all. I should know, because I am that friend.

Wallace and Lance talk shit about Leon all the time. It’s because of his cape. Leon is too oblivious to know. They don’t talk to Leon unless it’s necessary. They sit on the other end of the table during Champion meetings too. They just sip their tea and judge silently. One time, Cynthia and Diantha came to Wyndon Stadium just to see Wallace and Lance stare at Leon. They 100% saw Lance and Wallace stare at Leon with murderous intent.

Wallace is trans no one can tell me otherwise. Wallace is mid-transition at the time of the games. I think Lance is intersex. There’s no logic to it, it just tickles a part of my brain. I don’t know much about intersex people, so I don’t want to go too in depth about it. Wallace definitely told Lance to get HRT because they both hate periods.

Cynthia is that one meme: “in the winter I like to wear a nice cozy black jacket. In the summer, I wear the same exact thing because I look good in black, and I’m willing to suffer.” And because Lance is everyone’s big brother, he tries to convince Cynthia to wear something white. It doesn’t work out. Diantha told Cynthia that she’d look good in white. Since Cynthia cannot say no to Diantha, Cynthia wore a white blouse with a floral skirt. Diantha went feral that day. Lance almost jumped off a cliff that day.

Wallace invites Diantha and Cynthia to have tea with them. He made mouth-watering sweets, and the two Champions devoured them in two minutes.

Lance is notorious for his hatred of the cold, and for some sick reason, Arceus made his birthday on the coldest day in the whole entire year. He hates it. He is big spoon until it gets colder, then he’s little spoon.

Steven is afraid of Gyarados, which is ironic since his closest friends have a dumb fuck amount of them. Wallace had to wait for two fuckin years to get a Feebass. Lance’s Kingdra keeps adopting magikarps, so Lance has no choice to catch them, so now he has 20% of the Gyarados population.

He also hates serpentine pokemon too. He almost never visits Blackthorn because Dratini and Dragonair are everywhere. The first time he visited, one of Lance’s Dratini somehow slithered into the bed he was sleeping in, so he screamed like a girl bloody murder. Lance came running in, finding Steven curled up in the corner of the room with a Dratini slithering closer and closer. Lance reminds Steven of it all the time.

When Wallace challenged Steven for the Champion title, Steven just gave him the title after Wallace sent out Milotic. Whenever Wallace says he wants to be Champion, he brings Milotic out to scare Steven into giving it to him.

Clair and Lisia like to torment Wallace and Lance for fun. Clair is Lisia’s best friend and partner in crime. Iris sometimes joins in too. Sometimes Iris enlists Zinnia’s help to include Steven in the torment.

Cynthia has a Lapras. I don’t know why I think this way. I just do.

Lance and Cynthia have this conspiracy theory that Will and Lucian are the same person. Turns out their distant relatives.

Sycamore had to grow up with two sisters: Diantha and Cynthia.

[radioactive-metal]

little funny fic

was reminded of the pandemic today (nearly 5 years since the first recorded case… good lord how time flies) and the election has me a bit (very) jittery, so I figured might as well make some fanfic, it might get my mind off of kt

so without further ado, my really dumb idea that I might expand upon later

what if the squad were stuck on deployment when future covid struck?

written in my notes app so far styling and spelling and stuff are probably terrible but I’m tired

AL:150, 16th of December 2380

Semperternity:

AL SIGINT division camera 725:

A gremp in a grubby coat wanders into frame, he locks eyes with a portly Terran and they swap paper bags. The human looks inside and walks off.

The gremp opens the bag, removes a cut of raw meat, and yawns. It then rubs its eyes.

18th of December 2380:

Aurora Legion Field hospital patient report 726437:

Species: Gremp

Ailment: unknown 

Symptoms: Persistent cough, fever, nausea, loss of taste and smell.

Treatment: Painkillers (Tylenol 100mg).

Mucus samples sent to lab for testing.

19th of December 2380:

AL neutral zone primary medical laboratory report:

Sample number 283636:

Common cold: negative

Influenza: negative 

Lystergia: negative 

Other respiratory viruses: negative

Notes: I ran these tests multiple times. Whatever this thing is I haven’t seen it before. Tests indicate it can infect at least 10 different species of sentients.

Quarantine the subject immediately.

January 4th 2381: 

Current semperternity case count: 284.

Tyler: My fancy new cybernetic eye really saves me so much trouble sometimes. I can sit in my dorm and read the news while sipping my coffee, saves me from having to get the physical copies from down in the cafeteria.

The legion is bumping up resources being sent to semperternity, I heard some whispers about a new virus or something? I have mission with the squad to deliver some medtech out that way later today.

March 12 2381:

Current total case count: 1,002,933

Current cases in the legion: 726

Scar:

My first thought when they sent us out to a listening post for an easier mission was “this will suck”. Imagine my surprise when our deployment is extended from 20 days to 20 weeks at the earliest because of this new virus, Covid-80 or something. Came out of semperternity and theirs big worry it’s some kinda of Rahaam offshoot, cause ya know, of course, once in a century pandemic just after a once in an aeon weed uprising. Just what we needed.

The one benefit is that I get to room with fin for the foreseeable future…. I hope the walls are thick.

Auri:

Time is once again laughing at me. The memories of the last pandemic I had to live through are still fresh. I never got over seeing New York that empty… such a freaky sight. Now I’m stuck in another one… yay? They kept the old naming scheme though, I had Covid-53 but now we have Covid-80. Very futuristic. But now me and the rest of the squad are stuck out in the boondocks on a rinky dink station for the next looooooooooooong while.

Maybe I can finally get everyone to watch the Lord of the Rings movies…

March 21 2381:

Current total cases: 1,103,833,936

Cases in the legion: 2,026

Tyler:

I enjoy reading about history, and I have nothing but free time given my… current situation.. so I’ve started reading the histories of pandemics in the past. I read about the crippling effects of the Spanish Flu pandemic of 1919, of the far reaching social impacts of the COVID-19 pandemic. Of the political change from the Ghentpox. I’ve called in a favor with an old friend currently working in the labs, and I’m seeing the numbers: I don’t think this will let up any time soon.

I might have to call in some favors, or some company, or both. I fiddle with the Syldrathi Blade on the table, and I make a call.

Finian:

Don’t get me wrong, sharing a bunk with Scarlett jones is quite possible the 2nd best thing to ever happen to me, the only thing better being dating her in the first place, but between her and the lack of zero G I’m barely able to walk. I might have to convince her to share my quarters on the Zero.

Anyways, I’m bored out of my skull, I’m only here for emergency repairs, so I have nothing to do on the average day beyond screwing around with whatever scrap electronics I can find. My Exosuit now has: a second bottom opener, an emergency oxygen system, a gremlin and the EM hardening to resist it in a special power mode, Solar charging, a Maker Damned Cupholder. I and genuinely running out of things to do. Maybe I should make something for Scarlett….

April 2nd 2381: 

Total cases: 1,356,736,378

Cases in the legion: 7362

Kal: 

I have come to understand why my culture emphasizes time to be alone and time being away from one’s Besh’mai. Without that, we would all spend all our days simply lying in bed with our beloveds. I have had amble opportunity to do so, and my heart aches when I think of when this will all be over.

I wake up with my Besh’mai next to me, we eat breakfast together, we play the card games Scar organizes together, we watch the pirated holovid movies finian has together. My heart is full to bursting with joy. Even my words here cannot describe it, for how does one describe a rainbow to a blind man? How does one describe an orchestra to a deaf man?. I can say this much, it is true peace to have her here, and I thank the ghosts of syldra for smiling at me so.

Saedii:

My shuttle was the last vessel to leave new syldra. I received special admission to travel from the Galactic Health organization. Gone are the days where my mighty ship sailed the void with no care for such organizations, but such things must be put aside to rebuild a culture.

I arrived at the backwater station after 16 hours of folding. Tyler Jones had personally invited me here, and though I loathed to admit it, I missed his company. I guide my personal shuttle into the docking bay, next to that hideous ship that I had planted a tracker on what was only months ago. And what long months they were. From officially organizing the reintegration (NOT surrender) treaty of the unbroken into sydrathi society to reorganizing the warbreed away back into a part of the whole, I had scarce time to catch my breath

Part two coming sometime maybe

[h0p3l3ssromantic]

Go Live pt 2

✨Masterlist coming soon✨

This is a work of fiction intended for readers 18 years of age and over

Please do not translate and/or post my work here or elsewhere without permission

A/n: I wasn’t planning on a part 2 to this but I fear it may become a regular series with each Hyune live. He has me in a trance, a daze, I’m down for Hwang Hyunjin and I never want to get up. Let me know if you would like these post his lives, smooches💋

“Okay fine, but don't say a word. Sit over there and don't make so much as a sound, is that clear, princess” he says, gripping your wrists and that dark look in his eyes. 

“Y-yes i won't make a sound, i promise” you replied after begging him to sit in on his live, this time just wanted to be in his space, no ulterior motive. At least that was the case for you, you hadn't seen the twisted smirk on hyune’s face as he turned away from you. He was the one with ulterior motives. It was now your turn to watch in agony as orchestrated what could only be described afterwards, as pure fucking chaos. 

You take your place in the comfy chair out of view of the camera, obeying. Thinking how the hell you convinced div1 to let you come with the boys to kcon. A lot of begging on your end and you're sure Hyune had something to do with it as well. Anyways, you didn't care, you were going to be on your best behavior, following every rule given to you…that is until Hyune starts his shit. 

About 20 minutes into the live, he texts you...1 attachment

A picture of himself, shirtless. Making you both glance at each other and smirk. 

You respond “what the hell are you up to Hwang Hyunjin??” 

No reply. 

10 minutes later, another picture, this time it's of you sucking his thumb, taken the night before the flight here. “Look under the table baby”

Don't you dare look under that table. But the sheer curiosity was burning like a hot flame in the pit of your stomach. The same place where you needed to be filled up.

Getting warmer by the second, you slide down from the chair to the floor. Dropping to your knees where you now have a view under the table…while he sits there on live, talking and laughing with stay, they don't know the antics he is up to with you, and they damn sure don't know that at this very second, Hyune currently has his pants pulled down just enough to free his dick from its confines, slowly stroking himself.

*ding* you receive another text, snapping you out of your greedy stare

This time he’s sent a video and your heart drops. You were trying. Trying to be obedient. Trying to be quiet. Trying to let him have his way tonight. He would get that anyway You were trying to be good…but as you pressed played on that fucking video, you stopped breathing for a moment, eyes widened and immediately sinking low with lust. 

You watch yourself being, fucked would be an understatement, more like ruined. Torn apart. Sat down with your legs wide open, tied open. While Hyune repeatedly abuses your clit, swiping over it in quick back and forth motions. The friction mixed with your pussy juices creating the most god forsaken sounds, one orgasm after another. Finally the video ends with you having visibly one of your hardest orgasms you have ever had, squirting everywhere, the towels placed are practically useless. You would thank him for capturing this moment but right now you were so horny it would make a succubus jealous. 

Looking back up at Hyune, he has stopped touching himself, looking completely unphased, with that stupid smirk on his phase you are now determined to wipe off his smug, menacing…cute…perfect little- fuck stay focused, stay focused

In true y/n fashion, you disregard his instructions. Crawling over to him, making your way under the table. You would not be listening to him today. Or any day for that matter. Until he puts you in your place, you run things around here and you always take what you want. 

You glide your hands up his legs, kissing quietly where your hands would soon after travel. Taking his dick in your hands, causing his breath to hitch as he stopped moving. 

She never fucking listens

Taking the entire length of him in your mouth ever so gently so as to not make a single sound.

You hear Hyune countdown the seconds on the screen until the live ends, and once it's over you attempt to take him out of your mouth. But you’re stopped by Hyune

“you know something princess, you think you run shit around here don't you?” he says as he bends down to you, giving you a tap on your cheek where the tip of his dick is now protruding. A rhetorical question, needing no answer. One hand grabbing the back of your head, the other on your chin as he forces himself down your throat. While you loved trying new things sexually with Hyune, you never deepthroated him, never had him so far down your throat. Before you could register the next thought, he pulls your hair bringing you up for some needed air. 

Bringing his palm up to your cheek with a rough love smack, “you dont make the rules around here, and you couldnt follow an instruction if it stared you in the fucking face. Open” 

Opening your mouth immediately, you have never felt so exhilarating. So wet. So needy for whatever the fuck was happening rn. He shoves his dick down your throat once more, pulling you by the hair, bringing your nose to his pelvis. You have never felt so full, so used, so breathless…literally. You couldn't breathe, your gag reflex working overtime and your eyes started fluttering. You manage to look up at him as tears begin to fall from your eyes. But he didnt care. You like that he didn't care. Putting you in your place after all. 

After cumming down your throat, pulling you off of him, there's so much spit, saliva and cum, it soaked the both of you. Gasping for air as you lay your head on the wet area, he grabs your face and pulls you up to kiss you. 

“See what happens to girls that dont listen baby?”

“Y-yes im *deep breath* i'm sorry daddy i’ll listen i prom- promise”

But you had listened. He never told you not to touch him, or move. He told you not to make a sound. And you hadn't. You’ll let him have this one, you’re too gone to protest. But you’ll be the one righting that wrong next time. The next time he goes live.

A/n: to everyone who comes across my page and likes or reblogs or comments, thank you. I’ve been here for almost a month and have received so much love. Thank you for being here, smooches💋

I think about Hyunjin everyday all day. I love him bad😔

[keep-the-wolves-close]

Steady Heart

Chapter 20: Better Bad Idea

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M? (Still figuring out the rating system) (might eventually be M anyhow)

* Warnings: language, something between Kayce and Stella 👀 are finally getting somewhere 💀

* Word count: 3,600ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all

Author's note: Oooo I’m starting to get excited y’all! Let’s goooooooo! I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well!

I was feeling excited and wanted to post this one too! Like a weekend present! Please feel free to screech with me. I’m nervous because we’re actually starting to get somewhere! Complicated, but somewhere!!

Stella sighed walking through the back door to her house. Kayce trailed behind her. Her arm stretched backwards for Kayce to hand her car keys to her. When their hands touched, it felt like static shock ran through her arm. She furrowed her brow, but ignored it and placed the keys on the table inside the door to the left.

Running her hand through her hair, that she took down on the way home, she turned to look at Kayce. “Make yourself at home, cowboy. You want anything to drink?” She walked to the kitchen. He watched her with his mouth opened slightly. Something came over him when she ran her hand through her hair.

Kayce quickly sat down his hat and phone on the table. He followed her into the medium sized kitchen. Sitting down at the small table he asked, “whattaya got?”

She opened her fridge and saw she had a few things. “I’ve got juice, milk, and some of my mint tea that you used to love.”

“Which I still do love. I catch myself thinking about it every now and again.”

“Two glasses of that then,” she chuckled while reaching for the pitcher.

Kayce watched as she fiddled with the pitcher lid to set it on the pour function. She reached up into the cupboard on the left of the sink where she kept her cups. She picked out the two they’ve always drank out of and he smiled fondly. For being in a bar fight earlier, going back to cause a ruckus, and also getting sideswiped by a bull, she was oddly calm.

“How do you do it?”

She shifted to look at him quizzically. “What do you mean?”

“The whole world, your whole world, has been in chaos all day today. From the second I woke you up until we got here. But you’re so calm like nothing happened at all.”

Stella leaned back against the counter and thought about it. “Because I’m home safe, with my best friend. Other than my brother and Rip, you’re one of the people I feel safest with in the entire world.” Grabbing their cups, she moved to the table taking a seat across from Kayce.

After his confession last night, and his fear that she would run as far away as possible, hearing those words come from her made him feel almost elated.

“So even with all the craziness and bruises I came out of today with, I knew I was never really in complete harm's way.” She leaned back against the chair and cocked her elbow over the backrest angling herself toward Kayce. “It was controlled chaos.” She grinned.

“So what you’re saying is, today was fun for you?” He reached for his cup and took a swig. He almost moaned at the taste. He hadn’t had her tea since she moved back out of his and Monica’s place. “God I missed this stuff.”

Stella laughed. “I’m glad I could satisfy your need for my mint tea.” She cleared her throat. “But to answer your question, yes. Today was fun. It was a lot more fun than this last year has been. It felt like old times.” They made eye contact with the deeper meaning behind her words. Neither of them wanted to mention the things that have happened in the last year.

Ignoring the heavy parts, Stella continued. “Do you want to shower first? I’m sure there’s some clothes Ryan has left behind the time or two he’s stayed.”

“You tryin’ to say I smell?”

Stella scrunched her nose. “I thought somethin’ smelled funny in here. I thought something in the fridge went bad. Turns out, it was you,” she giggled.

Kayce laughed, tossing a napkin at her. “Shut the fuck up.” They smiled at each other for a moment. “You go on ahead. I’ll shower after you.”

“Okay.” She took the last swig of her tea and scooted back from the table. “But I don’t wanna hear you bitchin’ if the waters cold.” Kayce smiled at her back as she exited the room.

When Stella got upstairs, she decided to look in the guest room to see if Ryan had actually left clothes here. Thankfully there was a T-shirt, but there was nothing else. ‘Well you wear men’s pajama pants anyhow. So give a pair to Kayce. He should be about the same size.’ She wandered into her bedroom to pick out a pair of sleep pants for him. The only ones available were grey. She shrugged and brought them and the shirt out to the small bookshelf by the bathroom door. She placed them on top and went back to grab clothes of her own.

Kayce heard her padding around upstairs. He smiled as she paced back and forth from room to room. After about five minutes he heard the water turn on for the shower. He stood from the kitchen table and grabbed the glasses. He gave them a quick rinse, placed them in the dish drainer. His boots came off and he placed them by the door. ‘Now is my time to wander.’ It had been quite a while since he had been in his best friend’s house. He needed an update tour.

He started in the hallway, glancing at the pictures she had hanging on the walls. There were a few decorative pieces, but the majority of them were from the ranch. Some were Stella and her brother, Lloyd, Rip.

As he moved further into the living room, the pictures morphed into the two of them. A lot of them were from when they were younger. Some while they were working with the horses, some while they were just hanging out and being kids. ‘God I miss that.’ There was a picture of them sitting at a campfire when Stella was 16 and he was 18. Stella had her hand braced on his shoulder, head back laughing loudly. Presumably at something he’d said.

You could tell someone else had been behind the camera, most likely Lee. He always seemed to be able to catch the best moments. Kayce smiled affectionately at the memory as he came across a picture of Stella and his brother. One of the very few times he was actually photographed himself.

There were small thuds from the stairs that pulled him from his investigation. He heard Stella’s steps stop on the main floor. She must have been listening to see where he was.

Stella’s voice could be heard from the hallway. It sounded small and far away. “Kayce? You still inside?” He listened closely as she shuffled back to the kitchen. He thanked the heavens above he took his boots off, otherwise his footsteps would have been given away immediately.

He slipped out into the hallway. Stella stood paused in the doorway for the kitchen. Her hands on both sides. Her face was probably scrunched up adorably like she did when she was confused. Sneaking as close to her as he possibly could, he leaned his shoulder against the wall behind her.

“C’mere.”

Stella let out a gasp and spun around in the doorway. “Kayce what the hell are you doing?!” She held her hand over her heart.

He gazed down at her and she straightened herself. He motioned for her to come to him. Stella looked at him cautiously, but moved her feet to stand a couple feet from him. He held his hand out and silently asked her with his eyes if she trusted him.

He confessed out loud. “I just wanna forget.”

She gave a small nod and reached out to grab his hand. Something changed between them. Her breathing became shallow and her brain fogged over. He grinned and pulled her closer. He reached for her face.

Stella tried to form words. “Kace, wha—,” she was interrupted by Kayce’s lips meeting hers. Her eyes shot open and her hands flew to his chest. She thought he wanted a hug. ‘This is far from a hug, girl.’ She felt his fingers wrap around the back of her head as he pulled her face closer. Her eyes fluttered shut and she leaned forward. The consequences be damned. She’d deal with the fall out later.

Stella hurriedly gripped his long hair, trying to pull him closer. Kayce pivoted them and pinned her between himself and the solid wall. There was a small oof that escaped her as she landed. They melted back into each other. He let his hands travel from her face, down to her hips. He gave her a quick squeeze.

Stella seemed to know exactly what he wanted. She braced her hands on his shoulders and hopped up in a fluid motion. He caught her while he leaned forward. His mouth trailed down her neck, gently nipping his way to her collarbone.

Her hands tangled in his hair again while she threw her head back. She breathed heavily. She moaned his name in a whisper, “Kayce,” when he hit a particular sweet spot where her neck met her shoulder. Kayce hummed in response. He placed his knee under her and let his hands go back to exploring.

They weaved their way up underneath her shirt. The feather light touches tickling her. She groaned. “Kayce, if you’re gonna touch me, touch me.” He placed more pressure against her sides and she let out a sharp hiss. “Fuck! Watch my side!”

That seemed to break him out of his haze. “I, oh fuck.” He gently let her feet hit the floor and he backed up. “Shit, Stella, I —,” he kept interrupting himself. Quickly he stepped back further and headed to the staircase.

Stella shook her head to clear it. She informed him just above a whisper. “Clothes are outside the bathroom.” Kayce barely looked over his shoulder and took the stairs two at a time.

She stood there and stared at the spot Kayce had been. If she didn’t know he didn't drink alcohol, and if she had any alcohol in the house, she would have sworn he had gotten into some while she showered. Mumbling, ‘what the fuck just happened,’ to herself, she went to get more tea before sitting down on the couch. She didn’t bother turning on the light in the room. The small swatch of brightness from the hallway lit it up enough.

A long sigh escaped her. Comfortably curled up, clean, exhausted and confused, her eyes started to feel heavy. It had been a tremendously long day and she was ready for sleep. The longer Stella sat there, the heavier her eyes got. She removed her glasses and placed one of her throw pillows under the side of her head.

About 15 minutes later, Kayce came back downstairs. It was eerily silent. He worried that Stella might have left. He couldn’t believe he had just crossed such a big line with her. Wherever the chips were about to fall, he would deal with it in the morning. There wasn’t anything that could be done about it right now. He walked through the kitchen to the second door that led into her living room.

There, curled up in all her adorable glory, was Stella fast asleep on the one side of the couch. Kayce was torn. He didn’t want her to get a crick in her neck, but he also hated the idea of waking her up.

Carefully he sat down on the other side. He gently nudged her leg with his foot, just barely gaining her half unconscious attention. He hoped in her sleep induced state, she wouldn’t remember what just occurred. There was a muffled hum questioned in his direction. He smiled softly to himself. “C’mere.” His smile grew a tiny bit in size when she scooted over with her eyes still closed. Kayce made sure that Stella was in between him and the couch, using his chest as a pillow instead of scrunched up against a throw pillow and the couch.

There was a long sigh from her as she got comfortable and almost immediately fell back into sleep. Kayce rested his hand on her shoulder and let out a long content sigh of his own.

A few hours later, muted light peeked in through the window behind the couch. Kayce pulled his eyebrows together and squinted as his eyes adjusted. He remembered where he was and why he was on a couch. Stella was still comfortably tucked in between him and the couch. Her head laid up by his shoulder now. A small grin took over his face. Her breathing was even and calm.

Kayce gently rubbed back and forth along her shoulder and down her arm. She started to stir, but nestled her head further into his neck. A gravelly sleep filled chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Stell, c’mon. We gotta get up, sugar.”

Stella groaned, squeezing herself further into his shoulder. “No we don’t. We can stay right here. For at least a few more hours.” She mumbled against him.

“We’ve got more cows to work today, sweets.”

“Mmmmm!” She groaned loudly in protest. “I’m not the one who has to do the AI on the cows. I work with the horses, remember?”

“Yeah, but you’ve gotta take me back. Remember?”

Stella’s eyes popped open, but she refused to move. “Shit.” She whispered. “You know those nosy busybody wranglers are going to talk if they see us, right?” Finally she looked up at him. “Shit! My brother!” She sat up fast as lightning. The soreness in her body let her know it was there, but she ignored it with a groan. She started to make an escape for the stairs to get dressed. She knew if Ryan saw them, he would interrogate her post haste.

He questioned. “Is it really out of the ordinary for both of us to show up at the same time?”

“No, but it’s been a real long while since we have and you’ll be in the same clothes and —,” Kayce interjected her jumbled thought process.

“— What if I say I don’t care if they talk? Does it matter to you if they do? They have no proof of any —,” he stopped himself short because he saw the slightly red remnants of his mouth trailing down her neck. His eyes widened.

“Tell me you didn’t…,” Stella trailed off reaching for her neck. She went through the archway to the hall where a mirror was above the table by the door. She shouted. “Kayce!”

He slowly got up and followed her path to the main hall. She made eye contact with him in the mirror. “I don’t know what the hell got into us both last night, but it can’t reach the light of day. I’ll be dead by tomorrow. Shit, we’ll be dead by tomorrow.”

Kayce nodded solemnly. It must have mattered to her if the wranglers talked. “I’ll go get changed.” He aimed his face over his shoulder and quietly said, “I’m sorry.”

The ride back to the ranch was quiet. Usually the silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable but today it was. Stella tried her best to cover up the trail of Kayce’s mouth, and she prayed her brother wouldn’t see it. In natural light however, it might be a different story.

Stella placed the SUV in park and went to say something to Kayce, but he was already halfway out the door. Her face screwed up. It was gonna be a long day. She took a second to herself to clear her mind and got out of the car. Feeling eyes on her, she peeked around and found that her brother stared at her stoically from across the yard.

Ryan walked over to her. Stella let her shoulders drop. “Ry, can we please not fight? My head still hurts.”

He took a deep breath to calm himself. “Can I ask you a few questions though?”

She acquiesced. “Yes, that’s fine. I just don’t want to argue.”

To Ryan, she sounded so young again. “Have you taken anything for your head this mornin’?” He gently guided her to walk to the barn for some shade. He knew the squinting wasn’t helping her head any.

“No, I rushed out of the house this morning because I overslept.” She sat on the trunk he kept in front of his stall.

Usually Ryan kept something near his stall, but he thought he took the last of it the other day. “I don’t think I have anything in here right now.” He dug around in his bag slowly. “So what were you guys doing together anyhow?” He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and gauged her reaction.

Stella studied her brother trying to discern his intentions. The sibling pair realized they were looking at each other. They both broke out into little grins. She gently shoved his arm. He seated himself next to her.

She fessed up. “He took me home last night. I didn’t wanna sleep here. I wanted my own bed.”

“I’m assuming he stayed the night on the couch?” Ryan questioned her playfully.

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, mom.” Technically that wasn’t a lie. Kayce had slept on the couch.

“Okay I just gotta make sure, punk.” He smiled fondly at her. “You gonna be okay?”

“Yeah.” She sighed. “A few bruises and a sore head never stopped me before.” She chuckled.

“Alright let’s go to work.” Ryan offered his hand to Stella to help her up.

“You know, I told Kayce I ain’t got nothin’ to do with these cows today, right?”

“Which I mean, I don’t either. We’re just watchin’. Jimmy is the sucker today.” He laughed.

As the siblings joined the rest of the group they heard Rip as he taunted the newbie. “You finally got to third base, Jimmy.” Everybody chuckled.

Ryan went to stand with Colby and Jake. Stella sidled up beside Kayce and his dad. She felt like she was pushing her luck, but she wanted to test the waters.

Kayce turned the side of his mouth up at her in greeting. He said to his dad. “I think you make him nervous.”

“How's he doing?” John asked.

“We finally found his calling.”

Stella hit Kayce’s arm because of his answer. “Kayce! Don’t be like that!”

John ignored both of them. “I mean, really?”

“He's willing to get after it all day. I guess that's worth something.”

Stella offered her opinion. “May I, sir?” John nodded for her to continue. “He’s trying to find his place. I think he’s doing great. A little struggle never hurt nobody. I mean hell, remember what I was like when I first started helpin’?”

John smiled. He did in fact remember just how she was. Very similar to Jimmy, just not as clumsy.

“Hey Jimmy.” Kayce called out.

Jimmy called back unamused. “Huh?”

Kayce teased him. “Don't worry, there's only about 60 left.”

Stella nudged Kayce’s side. “You’re so mean.”

“60?” Jimmy gagged.

Lloyd walked up laughing. “It's like watching a monkey try to fuck a football.”

John started to walk away and Stella watched as he went. He coughed, but she thought the dust from the pen bothered him. The way he sputtered made Stella do a double take and frown. She pulled on Kayce’s sleeve.

Kayce turned around to look at John. “Dad?” He moved before he even realized he had. “Dad! Dad!” John began to fall to the ground.

Stella exclaimed. “Shit!”

Everyone scrambled to get over to the patriarch of the ranch. They wanted to help in any way possible. The commotion was so loud and frantic Stella could barely keep up. Someone said to call 9-1-1, but there wasn’t time for that.

Kayce hollered to get his vest off of his dad. The vet ordered them to get John onto the table in her trailer. Stella backed up and got out of the way.

She whipped out her cell phone as they carried John away. They were going to need the chopper. Ryan came to stand with her.

The phone rang a few times before Viggo answered. Stella quickly interrupted his hello. “Viggo we need you here, now! John needs to be taken to the hospital!”

“I’m on my way!” Viggo ended the call.

Lloyd found her. “You okay?”

“Yeah I'm fine. Viggo is on his way. How’s John?”

Lloyd shook his head. “I’m not sure. No one has come out yet.”

As he answered, Kayce stepped out of the trailer. Stella ran to him and he opened his arms. They hugged each other tightly.

“What the hell is going on?” She asked.

“Ruptured ulcer. We stopped the problem for now, but he needs to get to the hospital.”

Stella tried to step back, but Kayce held onto her. She angled her head to look up at him. “Viggo is on his way. Do you want me to meet you at the hospital?”

Kayce was quiet for a moment. Stella leaned her top half back as far as his hands would allow and squeezed his arms. He took her in and let her stand back a bit.

Stella coaxed gently. “You know I don’t mind either way. Hell, I’ll even bring you your truck.”

He kissed her forehead causing Stella to close her eyes. He mumbled against it. “My keys are on the seat. Please be careful on the way.”

Stella reassured Kayce. “I will. I promise.” The chopper could be heard coming. “I’ll head out now.”

As she walked by her brother, who looked at her confused, she informed him on the plan. “Kayce wants me to meet him at the hospital. If you need me, that's where I’ll be.”

[tokuvivor]

could you write a story about Donald and Fenton?

Absolutely! Love both of them; intrigued by the idea of their dynamic.

And I will also get to that other story you requested; don’t worry.

I give you…

The Best Role Model

Originated from this post.

Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera was a lot of things. He was a hard worker. He was a good son. He was a scientist (at least, he was still trying to work his way up there). And more recently, he was working on being a good friend.

The friend in question here was Huey Duck, the oldest great-nephew of Scrooge McDuck, for whom Fenton was employed.

Now, it may have been a little odd for Fenton to find a friend that was so much younger than him. After all, Fenton was in his mid-20s, while Huey was only 11. But Fenton liked Huey. Huey reminded him a bit of himself when he was younger. Besides that, Fenton didn’t know if he (or, for that matter, Dr. Gearloose) would’ve been able to fully figure out Fenton’s Gizmosuit were it not for Huey’s keen eye and pointers, which helped the two older scientists realize that the key to controlling the suit was Fenton himself. Or rather, his mind.

So needless to say, Fenton had a great amount of appreciation and respect for Huey. They’d occasionally hang out on their own, and more recently, Huey started helping out at the lab. Fenton was amazed at how hard Huey worked. It’d started out with basic tasks, like mopping the floor or helping clean the glassware, but gradually, Huey’d been taking on bigger and bigger roles in the lab. He felt so proud, and so was Fenton.

On this particular day, Fenton had just gotten out of work. He was feeling a bit worn-down, so he decided to go to a nearby cafe and get something to drink and boost his spirits.

He had just gotten his smoothie, and was turning towards the small arrangement of tables inside, when…

“Gah!”

He accidentally bumped into somebody.

“Hey, what’s the big idea?”

“Oh, my gosh, I’m so sorry! Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Just a little jostled, is all.”

Fenton looked up, and finally got a good look at the man he had run into. The voice was unmistakable, but the black sailor suit confirmed it.

“Hey, you’re the boys’ uncle.”

“And you’re that scientist that Huey hangs out with.”

“I guess I am. It’s a pleasure, Mr. Duck,” Fenton replied, sticking out his hand.

“You can just call me Donald,” the sailor replied, shaking Fenton’s hand in return. “Donald Fauntleroy Duck.”

“Fenton Manuel Crackshell-Cabrera.”

“I just need to get my tea,” Donald pointed out. “Where are you sitting?”

“Oh! Uh, let’s do right over there,” Fenton answered, pointing to a table sort of nestled into a corner.

“Perfect.”

So Donald got his mug of tea, and then the two men sat down at the table.

“So,” Donald began, taking a sip of his tea, “what’s it like working for Uncle Scrooge?”

“There are things about it that could be a bit better,” Fenton admitted, “but it’s fun. It’s absolutely been a dream.”

“What’s it like with Gyro as your boss?” wondered Donald.

“He can be a bit cranky,” Fenton continued. “But he’s a good boss. His critiques only make me work harder.”

“Well, good for you,” Donald beamed. “And I agree; he can be a bit much at times.”

“Wait, you know Dr. Gearloose?” Fenton quizzed.

“Well, yes,” Donald admitted. “We actually go quite a ways back. We were good friends, er, back before I left to raise the boys. And after…”

“After…?”

“It’s complicated,” concluded Donald.

Fenton elected not to pry. “I’ve certainly heard about you raising the boys all on your own for ten years,” he continued. “That’s very admirable. And I should know. My p’pa died when I was very young, so most of my life, it’s just been me and M’ma. You’ve done very well for your nephews. You’re a very good role model.”

“Well, thank you,” replied Donald. “You’re not so bad yourself, from how I hear it.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.”

“Really. You shouldn’t sell yourself short on that, Fenton,” Donald elaborated. “Huey seems to have learned very well from you, and I appreciate you and Gyro taking him on in the lab. Well, not “taking him on”, per se, but you know what I mean. Huey has actually admired Gyro’s work for some time, even before he knew he worked for Uncle Scrooge. And he really looks up to you.”

Fenton was surprised at this. “He-he does?” he asked.

“Yep. For most of his life, he’s been the oldest, trying to be the model for his brothers,” Donald explained. “But even the oldest child needs someone to look up to like that. Tell me, Fenton. Do you have any siblings?”

“I do not,” Fenton replied.

“Well…” Donald trailed off.

“I mean, I’ve had a lot of friends,” Fenton admitted. “But really, none have been like Huey. He’s fantastic. And-well, shoot,” he said, swallowing a lump in his throat. “*cough* Sorry. I mean, if Huey does see me in that way, I’m honored. I can definitely see him like an hermanito, too.”

“Good. I’m glad,” Donald responded. “You know, I’m happy to finally get to talk to you, Fenton.”

“As am I, Donald,” agreed Fenton.

As the two men continued talking, they both realized something: despite their differing backgrounds, they weren’t so different themselves. They were both hard workers. They both knew how to put their minds to something and get it done. And their meeting also reiterated to Donald, and made Fenton fully realize, that they were both good role models.

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Erica’s Diaper plan

Chapter 8

(6 weeks ago)

((Erica was intently reading, she had been browsing a new app for some time. Kind of a question and answer deal with a big ABDL constitution. For the better part of a year, she has been making pre arrangements to get back into diapers, changed by her family, and her changing table back. She was determined to. Several of the posts she found this day dealt with “How do you get put back into diapers, and changed and babied by your family? I’m a teen! Sounded perfect to Erica and several of the engagements were collaborates she respected and looked up to. And almost all the answers with respectable authors, went something similar too:

“So first, have an “accident” in your bed at night. Pee while in bed and then go tell your parents. Wait a few days-weeks then do it again, but don't tell them. Just go to sleep in it(it's gross Ik but it should work). As time goes on make the “accidents” more frequent. If you have to, set an alarm to wake you up so that you can have an “accident”. Then start the daytime, first at home then in public(it's embarrassing but it's the only way to make it believable) same routine as the nighttime ones. If/when they introduce the idea of diapers/pull-ups, act mad and against it. It'll make it much more believable”

“Well, I already have the bedwetting down she laughed at herself. Pants wetting accidents in public…we can do that!”

Erica’s Diaper Plan was in full bloom. She was a little apprehensive, especially when it came to her mother’s feelings on having an older child in diapers. But if she peeing her pants and embarrassing HER and myself…she won’t have a choice. Erica smiled as she signed into her Tumblr to ogle over diapered boys and girls. “I can’t wait to have ABDL diapers. I will look so cute.”

((Friday late afternoon))

The white arrived back home from lunch, and began their individual winding down rituals. Karen walked up to Erica, looked her in her eyes and let her know she was about to check her. Erica locked eyes with her mother, and nodded. Karen pulled down her bottoms and removed them, unsnapped the onesie, protecting her crotch and exposed her barely sagging little for big purple diaper.

“You’re wet, but not WET, so let’s keep these pants off so I can watch and will check you here again later and get you changed when you’ve filled the diaper up a little more.”

Erica, for some reason, blushed and felt so little being told her diaper wasn’t filled enough to be changed yet, but alas, mommy knows best. Erica went about familiarizing herself with all her new stuffed animals, cutely, giving them all names and back stories. After what couldn’t have been more than 15 to 20 minutes that being an vegan burrito she finished at lunch was starting to make her stomach feel weird.

“Oh man, I forgot about this…crap. It’s okay Erica, it’s okay. You’ve literally read about this in so many stories of teens getting put back into diapers. There’s always the big climactic first poop back in a diaper. I’m gonna handle this like a real diaper girl. I’m not gonna make this some big thing that I have to overcome”

Erica found a quiet corner in her room, bent down, close her eyes, and pushed as if she was just sitting on the toilet. After a few stomach rumbles, Erica felt the wet warmth filling the back end of her no longer clean diaper. Apprehensive with pushing at first, now feeling confident, she pushed his heart as she could splattering everywhere. The smell was starting to waft, this was pretty gross she thought to herself, but Erica, you know what to do now… Erica Next plopped right down on the floor, smashing everything in covering her back and in the fresh warm mess.

“Yay, that wasn’t what I thought it would be, lmfao.” In all the stories were the diapered makes their triumphant first mess, they always smash it in and have some sorts of come to Diaper Jesus moment.

“Erica, do you smell?…I’m guessing you know exactly what smells with that “shit” eating grin…don’t you? You little stink monster”

Erica going from grinning to slightly embarrassed, looked right at her Mom and said “Mommy, I made a messy in my diappee”

Karen couldn’t help but to smile from ear to ear, this was the first time, totally unprovoked her newly babied daughter talked to her in baby talk. She knew/thought she knew her daughter wasn’t all that comfortable with all the extreme babying off the bat…but this little milestone will be a fond memory. The stinky diaper bomb, not so much.

“Up, up, up stinker but. Let’s go to the bathroom with your wipes and untape your diaper and get you in the tub, how does that sound Erica?”

“is it bathtime mommy?”

“Yes baby girl, it’s bath time.”

Karen paused for a second and remembered, she expected Erica to take showers still, give her one place to be away from the regression…and day one and she excited about having her mom bathe her for the first time in probably nine years. Karen was a little concerned how smooth all of this was going. And even more alarming, how much fun she was having diapering/babying her nearly high school ago daughter.

After an uneventful bath, Karen wrapped the brightly colored Dora the explorer towel around her shivering baby. Walked her to the changing table and lifted her up and on. Erica in obvious toddler mode was cueing, grabbing her toes, and making big dumb smiles at her mother.

This was melting Karen, if you had asked Karen 12 hours ago what would be happening right now she probably would’ve told you laughing at my daughter, dressed as a baby peeing herself knowing she has to go to school in diapers for a month. Instead, she was looking at her gleefully, happy teenage baby girl about to get another thick diaper put on so that she can cuddle and have a story read to her. Karen slid the thick diaper under her bottom and grabbed some diaper rash ointment, applying generously around her problem areas, sprinkled baby powder all over her princess parts, thighs, and tummy to rub it all in and make her smell like a delicious baby. Erica always love getting a baby powder bath after a bath.

“ We’re gonna have to be careful and mindful not to give you a baby powder bath before school one day little girl or people are gonna wonder what you’re doing at home all day”

“ Mommy, I don’t think I care! I want everyone to know how much of a baby I am but I want people to treat me like one too. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“ Erica, sweetie I wanted you to face consequences for trying to potty train yourself then something happened and now I just wanna make you smile the way you smiled when I was putting that diaper on you! Simple as that little girl”.

The two locked eyes for what seems like an eternity, both blushing, and feeling so lucky today went down the way it went down. Karen pulled out a pair of back, locking footed pajamas, and got her little bug, all snug.

Erica sat up, admiring her big diaper lump, and was greeted by a big warm embrace from her mother.

“ I’m so sorry Erica…”. Karen started get whispy “ I never should’ve taken diapers away from you, I should’ve listened to you… I’m just so sorry.”

Now Erica began to cry, and the two sloppily hugged and cried it out.

“ Mommy, you were doing what you thought was best, and I did what I thought I had to do to do what was best for me… In the middle I think we’ve met!”

“Is everything okay in here you too?” Jim asked nervously poking his head in.

“ yes, just loving on our daughter, this beautiful baby girl”

Jim smiled, and entered towards the two, joined the embrace and asked if they didn’t mind letting him read the bedtime story tonight. Both girls nodded eagerly as if Tayler Swift was about to perform Mother Goose. Jim had an empathetic deep voice, and had absolutely no qualms with making faces voices sound effects, etc. to make her baby girl smile. All the while Mrs. White liked his voice a lot too, “maybe I can read you a (special) story before bedtime tonight, mommy what do you think of that?”

“yes daddy”

“Agh gross guys”. Breaking her little character for the first time in hours, realizing this sticks her thumb in her mouth, puts her head on her pillow and allows. The sounds of her father‘s voice to let her drift softly into Saturday.

After Erica was softly sleeping, Karen gave a nod and a wink to Jim and the two carried off into the night for a little special time.

[candyquokka]

: ̗̀➛salty | minho

pairing: lee minho/reader

word count: 607

prompt #20

genre: college au, humour, salty!lee know, best friends!lee know and seungmin, kinda cringe idk

summary:

“Minho, stop.”

“What? I can’t say anything?"

First ever imagine so just gonna throw this out and run away :(

warnings: cringe maybe

"What happened to you? Lee know asks uninterestedly, distracted by something on his phone. "Is showering with your clothes on some new trend I'm unaware of?"

You wordlessly wring out your shirt out over the chem lab sink. He was just salty that you had gone to a party hosted by the most popular frat group last weekend.

(last week)

Seungmin and I were cackling across the table at Lee know in the busy canteen.

"So that bitch Alice spilled her water all over my paper, and had the never to giggle and wink at me. SHE COULDN"T EVEN-" Lee know's rant was cut off with a dirty stare at the intruder who had slammed a mini carton of chocolate milk in front of me. I followed the arm up, being met with the face of Bangchan, the most sought out bachelor in our college ("But I'm a popular sought out bachelor as well!" Lee know had complained.).

"Hey, I'm Bangchan. So we're having a party this weekend, and I was kinda hoping you'd come? We have limited numbers, so you can let me know soon! My numbers on the milk." I look down at the milk carton, and sure enough there's a post-it stuck to the carton.

Seungmin and Lee know stare awestruck, all comical with their mouths open. I stifle a laugh.

"Sure Bangchan, I'd love to go."

He winks and walks back to his group, which erupted in woops and claps, but also a few loathful stares from some in my direction.

"You're not actually gonna go, are you?" I look at Lee know with a deadpan stare. "The most hottest guy in our year asked me, and I wouldn't go? He gave me chocolate milk, who am I to say no?" I laugh, taking out my phone to text the phone number on the post-it. Lee know gazes sulkily while Seungmin kicks his leg under the table.

(back to present)

Seungmin, sitting across from Lee know and actually working on the extra credit lab assignment, is the first one to see the hint of tears in your eyes. His pencil freezes.

“Minho, stop.”

“What? I can’t say anything? y/n ditched us for her special, better fraternity party. If you aren’t going to hold a grudge, I certainly can for the both of us. I’m double-grudging. Double-grudging hard,” Lee know says, and then he looks up just in time to see the first tear roll down your cheek.

There’s a screech of a lab stool suddenly being pushed back, and Lee know is standing in front of you, gently wiping your tears away. A dark look shadows his face.

“What happened. Who did it.”

You stifle with a scowl, shaking your head as more tears fall. “They-the girls who hated me wanted a viral video. They all know I can’t swim, but they thought it would be funny anyway, to — to push me — ”

“Sweetheart, I need names,” Lee know says sweetly, the dark undertone of their voice sharp and serrated.

“What the hell are you going to do?” You snort. “This is university, not our homebrew DnD campaign.”

Seungmin laughs. “We just want to talk to them.”

“And wreak only a little chaos,” Lee know says soothingly, a dreamy look in his eyes that tells you he's planning something sinister.

"Minho, Seungmin, no." I sigh.

"They can't just push you into a pool just because you're jealous that some guy likes you."

"I can bury the bodies. I know a guy." Seungmin and I stare at Lee know who looks dead serious (ignore the pun) (or don't), and all three of us burst laughing.

[evening-in-a-reflection]

Cross posted on Ao3

A Bitty Drabble Series

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A series about you and your bitties.

Redoul was your first bitty. He was an unknown kind of Fell bitty that ended up being sold to a bitty fighting ring when he was still young. He was able to escape with the help from his cellmate and his cell’s neighbor, who helped him sneak out and run away.

Redoul, who’s life was saved by you, ended up falling in love with you... and you accepted those feelings and returned them.

...But as the story goes on, you eventually find and meet those old friends of his, and they become just as important to you as Redoul is.

Of course, you don’t stop at just your three LV ridden bitties, and take in more as time goes on.

...Although, none of your more recent bitties have quite the same amount of LV as your first three do, and they might just be a little scared of the trio at first, but with time they do get along and eventually do find comfort in one another.

     “Boys, I’m back.” You announced as you opened the door. It had been only about 18 minutes since you left, and you were silently glad that you made it back before the 20 minute mark you had unintentionally made for yourself.

     The trio seemed to be talking about something when you walked in, making them look up at you when you called out to them.

     “Ma Chère! It’s About Time You Got Back!”

     “look who it is, welcome back.”

      “We were just wondering when you would be back.”

     You smile at them. You can’t help but like the attention they were giving you.

     “Yep! And I have a surprise! Or, well, a request? Depends on how you want to see it.” You step away from the door and enter the room. You bring forward one of the chairs in the room and set it next to the table they were on, sitting yourself down in it.

     “I wanted to word this in a more fun way, but I figured it would be best to just be upfront about it. I signed some more papers—thankfully not as much as before—and have received the green light to bring you guys home with me and Redoul, if you want to come with us.”

     …

      “I’m—I’m sorry? What?” Umbra stuttered out.

     Redoul then spoke up with a mock glare on his face. “Oh I Knew You Were Up To Something. Why Didn’t You Tell Me!?”

     Cos stayed quiet, looking as shocked as Umbra sounded.

     You laugh at Redoul’s shout, and gently replied to both of their questions. “Well, if I had it wouldn’t have been a surprise. And of course, if this is a little to fast and you would rather stay here for a while longer—“

     “— no! no, we’ll go. please.” Cos spoke up at your words, sitting up from his position on the pillow.

     Umbra stood up and walked over to you, once again wrapping a tendril around your arm. “We would love to go with you, My Dear—” You blink at the nickname, mildly surprised. “—But are you sure? I will agree, this is rather sudden, but I would believe it be more-so for you. We would hate to intrude.”

     Redoul only scoffed. “As If You Would Be Intruding .”

     You nod in agreement and smile. “Our home is your home, of course you're welcome.”

     Cos and Umbra looked at each other, sharing unspoken words, before looking back to you. “Then, if that’s the case, we would love to come with you.”

     —You felt a sudden weight drop on your shoulder, making you jump slightly. You look over to find Cos sitting there, smiling a smile that was warmer than any of the ones you’ve seen on him before. He looks away shyly when he sees your eyes on him. “thanks for taking us in, really,” he looks back at you and his smile somehow gets even bigger—and softer. “hope you’re ready to be stuck with us~”

     Umbra hums in agreement and wraps the rest of his tendrils around you. “Indeed. Don’t expect to get rid of us now.” He smiles teasingly.

     You and Redoul share a smile, and he hops up onto your other shoulder—the one he’s usually on.

     “I wouldn’t even dream of it.”

     …

     “ …*snicker*… hehe, you wouldn’t even dream of it.”

     …

     “…OH DAMN IT COS!!! NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR PUNS!!!— You Ruined The Moment!! ”

     Your eyes flicker down to Umbra, feeling his tendrils tighten slightly around your arm.

     He was pressing his, er, lips(?) together to prevent himself from laughing, trying to remain as stoic as possible, as he stood there shaking slightly.

     …

     ‘ Oh my freaking— They’re. So. Damn. Cute!!! ”

     You brought your free hand up to your face and pressed it to your mouth, trying to muffle your giggles.

     “Ma Chère Not You Too!!!”

     Cos was absolutely ecstatic at your reaction, and went on to ramble off various different sleep related puns for the next few minutes.

     You and Umbra proceeded to die a little over the next few minutes, not being able to breath as you try to contain your laughter.

     Redoul was fuming the whole time.

     Eventually, you and Redoul, along with your two newest members of your household, made it up to the front desk. Rynell had said that once everything was settled between the four of you you were allowed to bring them to the front to finish signing the last of the papers.

     “Alright, all that’s left now is for you to sign here,” she pointed to a blank line on the page, “and to see if your new bitties want new names, because if they do you’ll need to write them down on these papers and sign again.”

     You hum and look at Cos and Umbra, asking “Well, what do you think? Do you want new names, or do you want to keep your old ones?”

     The two of them both smile and nod. “We’ve already thought about it, and have decided that we want you to give us new names. We want to take a page out of Redoul’s book, so to speak, and leave our old names with the ring.”

     Redoul smiles with them. “It’s Only Fitting; New Names For A New Life.”

     A wide grin stretches across your face as you answer. “I would love to give you new names, but you’re gonna have to give me a few minutes to think of something good for you two, ok?”

     Cos answered, “sounds fine to me, but i gotta ask; where is redoul’s name even from? i’ve never heard of it before.”

      “I am also curious.” Umbra spoke up from his spot in your arms.

     You laugh and look to Rynell. “Would you mind if we go sit down while I think of some names? And tell them where Redoul got his name too, of course.”

     “Go right ahead, take all the time you need.”

     “Thank you.”

     You take a seat in one of the chairs at the side of the room and explain where Redoul’s name is from.

     “Well, I would assume you know of Redoul’s rather… venomous nature,” they both nod, “and as such, I thought the name of a poisonous plant would be fitting. As I searched, I eventually stumbled across redouls. Redouls are poisonous berries that, ironically enough, slightly resemble blackberries. So, naturally, I thought the name was only fitting for someone who was a new counterpart to all the other berry-named-bitties. And thus is the origin of Redoul’s name.”

     (The irony here is that the other Swap Sanses are named after berries. Blueberry, for Underswap (affectionately called Baby Blue); Raspberry, for Fellswap Red; Blackberry, for Fellswap Violet; Wineberry, for Fellswap Gold.)

     ((As a bonus, here’s the names I’ve decided on for the Swap AU’s Papyruses: Honey, for Underswap (unsurprising); Hound, for Fellswap Red; Coin, for Fellswap Violet; Coffeebean, for Fellswap Gold (I was so proud of that one))

     “ok, i’ll admit, that’s pretty good. especially since it could be counted as a pun.”

     “Don’t Ruin This For Me.”

     “i make no promises.”

     Umbra ignored the other two’s banter as he addressed you. “Do you have anything in mind for us, then? I must say, I admire the amount of thought you put into Redoul’s name.”

     “Haha, thank you, but…” you trail off, thinking. “Well, I have some ideas, but they might be a little… dark?”

     Umbra only hummed, listening. Your words seemed to have caught Cos and Redoul’s attention as well.

     “well, don’t worry about offending us or something, tell us!” Cos said from your right shoulder.

     “I Highly Doubt That They Will Dislike Any Name You Pick For Them. Just Tell Them.” Redoul reassured you from his usual spot on your left shoulder.

     “Oh, fine. Well, for Cos, I was thinking of Nebul. It’s the German word for Nebula—unsurprising. A nebula is what is usually left over from a dead star, and is, technically, made up of stardust. Given your history with… dust, I thought it would be fitting.”

     Cos stared at you for a moment, processing the information, before grinning. “Nebul, huh? i like it.”

     You return the grin. “I’m glad.”

      “And for me?” Umbra asked.

     “Mh, well, this one might be a bit of a stretch, but I’ll say it anyway. Have you ever heard of the word ichor?” All three of them blinked, and Umbra shook his head. “Well, ichor is the word people would occasionally use to refer to the blood of a god with. Typically, it’s depicted as gold, and while you may not be completely gold in color, you do reflect it slightly. For whatever reason, your color reminded me of it, so I thought Ichor might be a fitting name. What do you say?”

     He smiled, and—oh, was that a gold blush? “It’s  a wonderful name. I would be delighted if you were to call me Ichor.”

     Redoul nodded along, smirking proudly. “Ma Chère Would Only Pick The Best Names, So Of Course You Like Them.”

     You laugh at Redoul’s words. “Then it’s settled. Let me fill out these papers for your new names and then we’ll get to head out—oh, I meant to ask, do you want head to the store to get you two some personal items for you to use—like clothes—or do you just want to head home first and go out at another time?” You ask.

     Cos, now Nebul, hummed. “hm, i’m fine with whatever.”

      “While I would like to go and see our new home sooner rather than later, it would probably be wise for us to go and get some proper clothes before anything else.” Ichor decided.

     You nod and let out an affirmative sound, filling out the papers for their new names as Ichor sits in your lap patiently. Redoul and Nebul continue to playfully tease and pass jibes with one another from across your shoulders. Nebul would throw out a pun every once in a while and make Redoul growl something out in response, but you could tell it was all in good humor.

     With the last of the papers signed you carefully stand up, allowing Ichor to sit in the nook of your arm and cling to it while holding your papers in your free hand. You felt Nebul tighten his grip on you at your movement, vs Redoul who didn’t move much, already long used to being on you as you moved around.

     You quietly huff a laugh as you think of a bad pun, but the sound doesn’t escape Nebul’s notice.

     “oh? what’ch’ya thinkin’ about?” He asked playfully.

     “Just thinking of bad puns. You’re a bad influence on me.”

     “Oh Stars No. Don’t.”

     “no no, please do share.”

     “It’s really bad, I shouldn’t.”

      “I think you should.”

     “…sorry Redoul, it’s two against one.”

     “I Hate You.”

     “I love you too. But anyway! I was just thinking that hopefully you’ll be able to get used to sitting on my shoulder as I move around, and, y’know, get a grip on it. ”

     “ *snirk—* what are you talking about? that was great , hehehehehe…”

     “It wasn’t and you know it.” You say, ignoring Ichor as he tries to contain his laughter.

     You arrive at the front desk with two snickering bitties along with one scowling one in your hold, making Rynell smile with humor at the sight. “I see you're done signing the papers.” She said.

     “Yep, along with the new names. Umbra is now Ichor, and Cos is now Nebul.” You bring your free hand over to Ichor, allowing him to wrap a tendril around your fingers. He stared at it for a moment, seeming to be thinking about something, before bringing your hand to his head and bumping it into your fingertips, silently asking you to pet him.

     You felt your heart swell with affection at the action, and in the back of your mind you remember that Ichor can feel your emotions, and— wait is he vibrating.

     … fuck he’s purring.

     You could cry right now. You can’t get over how cute they all are.

     You’re brought back to reality by Rynell’s voice.

     “Good names. Let me just check over the rest of these and you’ll be all set to go, so give me just a moment.”

     You nod and hum. “Mhmm, thank you.”

     You catch Redoul smirking out of the corner of your eye, and you send him a questioning look. He huffs, amused, and answers, “I’m Just Amused That He’s Settled So Quickly; I’ve Never Seen Ichor Act So… Docile , With Someone Other Than Us. He’s Always Been Rather Clingy, So It’s Nice To See That He Gets To Indulge In That Now.” By the time he was finished talking, his smirk had settled into something much softer.

     You couldn’t help but feel your heart (your soul?) ache for your bitties. They have been through so, so much, and you can’t even imagine how they must feel now—to finally be free and reunited. You really, truly couldn’t imagine.

     “…alright, everything has been checked and filed. Here is a copy of your papers for you to keep—I recommend putting those somewhere safe and easy to remember, so nothing happens to them. They will let anyone who reads them know that Ichor and Nebul are rescue bitties and are to be treated with respect, as well as let the reader know that they are your bitties, and are under your care. All of that is for—guess what— more legal reasons so that no one gets arrested… sigh, the fact that these “warnings” are even needed is ridiculous. But, I digress. If you ever need a vet that specializes in bitties, there is one right next door that we collaborate with for our rescues. Other than that, you’re all set to go!”

     You smile and answer. “Thank you for everything , really. I was serious about my offer before, if you ever need help with something, please call me. I’d be happy to help.”

     She laughed, and jokingly said, “Well, would you ever be interested in foster care? Probably not now , but…”

     You laugh. Loudly . “Hah! No, I could never. I would get too attached and never give them back.”

     The two of you laugh and wave goodbye as you walk towards the door, “Feel free to call me, even if it’s not related to your bitties, I’d love to keep in touch!” She says, just before you step out.

     “I would love to, and thank you again! Bye!” And with that, the door closes.

     …

     “…man, I cannot say just how lucky we got when you showed up. Geez… ” Rynell muttered.

     “Tell me ‘bout it.”

     Rynell jumped at the new voice, and turned around to see her boss. “ Stars…! You startled me! How long have you been there?” She asked.

     “Hm, ’ve been in the hall fr’ a while now. Takin’ a break from all the paperwork. We really ‘re lucky that girl showed up when she did, don’ know what we would’a done if she hadn’.” He lifted his arm and rubbed the back of his head, as if he was trying to alleviate a headache.

     “Yeah, I was really worried when the team had found a Shattered Dream of all bitties in that place. I’m glad we were able to keep that away from the media, otherwise people would have gone crazy and who knows what kind of people would have come to try and adopt him.”

     “Mh, nobody good, that’s fr’ sure. If someone were to come around an’ try to adopt one of our bitties just because they’re rare , I would’a kicked ‘em right out.”

     “While I do agree with you, this is the reason why I work at the front desk and you don’t. You would kick anyone you don’t like out.”

     “True. Though, I gotta ask, what was with the bitty that came with the girl? Never seen one like ‘em before. He was buddies with the other two, right? In the ring.”

     “Oh, Redoul. Yeah, he was. And I don’t really know. I wanted to ask, but it felt rude, so I didn’t. Hopefully I’ll be able to at one point without making anyone uncomfortable…”

     “Eh, whatever. It doesn’ matter as long as the girl is takin’ care of ‘em. If ya’ find out, let me know, ‘m curious, but don’ sweat over it.” He sighed loudly. “I gotta get back to work. I’ll see ya’ later.”

     Rynell huffed a laugh. “See you later, Mr. Levat.”

     “Mhmm,”

     Mr. Able Levat, the owner of the Great Lake Black Rescue Center. He was an odd man, one that Rynell didn’t really know much about, but what she did know was that he loved all kinds of creatures. From animals, to bitties, to even full grown people, he did everything he could to help them and find a good place for them. Most of the people that made up the team who actually went out to do rescuing were people from broken backgrounds of all kinds. Mr. Levat seemed to draw these people in like cats to catnip, and he’d end up taking them under his wing and help them set their lives straight again. He absolutely had no people skills and was unfairly good at doing paperwork, no matter how much he hated it.

     Rynell was one of the few people who actually wasn’t from a horrible background. She ended up working for Mr. Levat 5 years back, when he randomly came up to her and asked her to man the front of his store—because apparently nobody in the center had any proper people skills and they desperately needed someone. It was a spontaneous decision when she agreed, but she never once truly regretted it.

     They had been worried when Ichor had arrived at the rescue center, people would find out and flock to the place and try to “buy” him off of them. People like “bitty collectors”, who only wanted bitties for their rarity rather than companionship. Or worse, someone more official that would have the poor thing be researched on, so that they could find out why and what causes some Dream bitties “shatter” while others don’t.

     It really was a miracle when you came in with Redoul.

     Rynell was a good enough judge of character to know when someone was a good person and when someone would lie to her. She could tell you had only wanted the best when you asked if Ichor and Nebul were there. You were so nervous, and Redoul looked about ready to cry if she had said that they weren’t there.

     “Now that Ichor is already adopted by someone he should be much safer… and he seemed pretty happy in her arms there, so I don’t think this could have turned out better.”

     “…aghhh, well. Back to work.”

     You make it out to the car and open the door, stepping inside and sitting down.

     “Alright boys, go ahead and find a place to make yourselves comfortable—although I don’t recommend sitting up here,” you point to your dashboard, “if I have to speed up or slow down suddenly I don’t want you flying off my dashboard.” As you spoke, Redoul hopped off of your shoulder and down into his usual spot in the passenger seat, in the pile of blankets.

     Redoul called out to the other two, “Come Sit With Me, This Is Where I’ll Usually Be For The Dive.” He said.

     A second later and Nebul was already in the pile of blankets, laying face first in it. What did Redoul say that was… a shortcut?

     “it’s so soooooft… i’m never leaving.” Nebul mumbled from the pile.

     You and Redoul laugh. Ichor takes a moment to move, stepping away from your lap and into the pile with the other two. He settles, and once again laches his tendrils onto his packmates.

     “Alright then,” You say as you buckle yourself in, “let’s get going.”

     Arriving at a bitty shop, you park your car and turn it off.

     “Ok, we’ll try to make this quick. We will browse for a little while and see what we find, along with getting some essentials for you two, then we can head home.” You step out of the car and hold the door open for your bitties. Nebul shortcuts to your right shoulder, and Redoul was already on your left when you stepped out. Ichor pulled himself up into your arms and you cradled him in your left. With your free hand you shut the door and lock it.

     You’ve only been to this shop a few times for Redoul, buying things for him occasionally when it was needed—or to buy him a gift, but that was rare.

     You walk into the building and look around, viewing the familiar scene. The walls were a light cream color and there were various different aisles of things to buy. There was a desk up against one of the walls to your left, and beside it was a large glass wall with many different bitties behind it.

     You quietly look away just before the woman behind the counter looks up. You walk away and grab a cart, gently placing Ichor on the top of it so that you could use both of your hands to push it. He kept a tendril around one of your arms as you pushed.

     “We’ll head to the clothing aisles first, since we only really need to get some clothes for you two. I already have basically everything else we would need back home. After we pick out some clothes we can look around for anything that catches your eye, okay?”

      “Sounds good.” Ichor said.

     Nebul only hummed, leaning further into your neck from where he sat on your shoulder.

     The next few minutes pass with you strolling down the different aisles as your bitties point out the things they want. Nebul found a Outertale jacket that he absolutely fell in love with. It was blue and yellow, like most, but instead of the stripes going across the middle of the jacket they went across the bottom, and on the left side of it was an impressively small embroidered star. Most Outertale jackets had fluff lining both the hood and the bottom, but the one he found only had it lining the rather large hood, and the color of the fluff was a light shade of yellow instead of white. It was honestly a bit big on him, as you're pretty sure it was made for an Outerswap Papyrus, but it was the only one left and he insisted.

     Ichor on the other hand seemed to gravitate towards some of the looser and more comfortable clothes they had to offer. He found a top that could be considered a long cardigan, with the way the bottom split open like one, but had a top that was closed like a normal shirt. The sleeves were in the style of bishop sleeves and were long enough to cover his wrists. A sewn-in band of cloth separated the two parts of the shirt(?) at the waist, and the neckline was a boatneck cut. He then picked out a pair of pants in a straight cut that stopped mid calf… or mid tibia? Each article of clothing was made of a thin, comfortable material.

     They picked out more clothes than this, but those seemed to be their favorites. You learned how to sew a while back, and asked them if they wanted you to make any adjustments to anything they got, like make Nebul’s jacket fit slightly better, or make an opening for Ichors tendrils, but it seems that it wasn’t needed. Nebul was happy with the jacket being oversized (understandable), and Ichor’s tendrils could form on top of clothing when he wanted them to, so the opening wasn’t needed.

     You had caught more than a few people staring at Ichor, which was something you expected to happen, given that Ichor is one of the rarest bitties out there, but it didn’t stop you from worrying about his comfort under all the staring.

     He must have sensed your worry, as reached out another tendril to wrap around your arm.

      “You don’t need to worry about me. While it may be unfortunate, I am quite used to the eyes of spectators being on me.” He said.

     You sigh, looking down. “I know, I just wish they would… I don’t know, have more manners? I know your appearance is surprising, but they could at least not stare.”

     He smiles at you sadly. “Perhaps, but unfortunately they still do, so I have no choice but to ignore them. It’s only in my benefit to do so.”

     “you really don’t need to worry about us, them staring a little isn’t gonna kill our mood, so you shouldn’t let it kill yours either.” Nebul said from the shelf next to you, holding a light bluish-gray hoodie up to look at.

     You let out a small laugh, smiling down at them. “Yeah I know, it’s just annoying that they just seem to have to do that. It’s kinda ridiculous.” You say sarcastically.

     “It Is Kind Of Ridiculous How Much Some People Just Stare At Us. I Still Have People Staring At Me From Time To Time When They Notice That They Can’t Pinpoint What Kind Of Bitty I Am. If They Want To Know, Then They Should Just Ask! It’s Not Like I’ll Get My Feelings Hurt Over Someone Being Confused . It’s Not Exactly A Secret, Either.” Redoul scoffed at the thought. You had both decided a while ago to not bother with trying to hide his identity as a new bitty type, not seeing the point in it when it’s kind of obvious to anyone who pays attention.

     “well, guess i got lucky on that part. i am, for the most part, just a normal bitty. i just happen to have a crack over my socket; nothing too surprising there.”

     “A Crack, And LV.”

     “that too.”

      “Maybe so, but all three of us have that. Not to mention you have more cracks than Nebel does.”

     “i guess that just makes us special~”

     “I Don’t Think Special Is The Right Word.”

     You felt yourself smile at their banter.

     You’re so glad they’re back together again.

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[grownupstable]

The Grown Ups Table ⭐️MASTER POST⭐️

Hello there!

-in my best General Kenobi impression-

My name is Amour Jamiir, that’s Ah-More Jah-meer, a black nonbinary queer person, and I’m what scientists have officially labeled as a Grown Up.

I’ve been on Tumblr since I was about 14, running a surprisingly popular shipping ask blog for the Ed Edd n Eddy fandom(please don’t ask) so naturally I feel at home here on Tumblr. Do you remember the Hamilton 🩹drama? Exactly, respect your elders!!(/lh)

Anyway, now that I’ve hit the ripe age of 23, I’ve come to realize that… I really don’t have a goddamn clue about what to do here. I’ve grown up, but now what? That’s the question I’ve been asking myself for the better half of the last 6 years. What am I supposed to be doing? How do I cope with things changing? How do I know which decisions I make are the right ones? How do I not relive my parent’s mistakes? Its a burden I know that other 20 somethings bear, and no one has an answer for us. And as the newest generation of adults, Gen Z are so used to having the answers to everything just a google search away…. but “How To Be A Grown Up” yielded very little results from wiki-how.

So I figured, why don’t I try to answer some of those questions while I’m experiencing my 20s right now? What better time than the present? And I’m certainly not the only Zoomer sick of Millennials and Xers telling me “you’ll figure it out one day” and “its all about just experiencing it raw” 😒they weren’t in their 20s in the 2020s, maybe experiencing it “raw” was easier back in ‘05, but now? We’ve all but been asked to save the world. Breaking generational curses? Gen Z. Rocking the vote? Gen Z. Stirring up political unrest in order to get justice? Gen Z. We’re blossoming into adulthood during some of the most politically charged times in history, this shit aint easy!

And even without the political stress, we’re all going through our own personal battles in life. Heartbreaks and going no contact with your parents and friend break ups! Student debt and a shitty job market and rising rent prices! How do you expect to even cope? Everything feels like those peer pressure DARE campaign ads, heavy handed and dramatized, but, somehow, it’s all real.

That’s where TGUT comes in.

The Grown Ups Table is a show where I just sit down and try to make sense of this proverbial hazing period of life called your 20s. It’s not a guide on how to adult, I’m not nearly as qualified to tell you how to do it when I don’t even know. But it is however a safe environment to experience your adult honestly and authentically. No bull, no flavored air. This i a purely personal experience, for everyone who doesn’t know what to do or where to go. No one is above the other here. Everyone has a seat at the grown ups table.

Here’s the dish: TGut is a show for everyone still trying to figure it out. It’s specifically designed for ages 20-26, but even older can interact, engage and add to the conversation. I don’t want TGut to just be an echo chamber of a bunch of 20 somethings yelling about how they wished they could rewatch Steven Universe for the first time again.

What TGut ISN’T is a space for generational attacks and in fighting. Ageism is wack and I won’t allow this safe space for younger people turn into a war fortress in the Generations War. We can make harmless jokes as long as they’re in good taste and appropriate to the conversation, but please understand that at anytime you can have your seat taken from you at the grownups table. Because grownups don’t engage in petty bickering and reduce themselves to age based insults. That’s kiddie table behavior. You know, the foldable Dora the Explorer table with the matching chairs and plastic plates and forks type of energy. None of that over here, thanks.

This is not a safe space for minors.

If you are under the age of 18 and are curious about the adult experience, I implore you to find a space that will be safe for you. When I was 17 I was so curious about being 21 too, but TGut is for adults and adults only. We will be discussing things regarding sex, love, drugs, alcohol, and other topics thats adults should only have a clear perspective of. Furthermore, if you have been exposed to these topics as an underaged person, it is not my responsibility to continue to expose you to it. I will block minors if you try to follow. Just wait till you’re a bit older to follow, I promise I’ll still be around!

In Conclusion

This blog is just HQ for TGut. I’m also on TikTok and Instagram, at mo.notnique and amour.andamour respectively. I’m on Twitter/X at amr_gstar (all links below!👇🏽) The Podcast will be hosted on Twitch and Youtube, a live forum every Sunday and episodes uploaded every Wednesday so you can either interact with me and the chat live or you can catch up on Wednesday with a playback. To this blog, I’ll mostly be reblogging things I’d like to talk about, sharing my thoughts and opinions and exploring communities and discussions to bring to the Table. And in time, I’ll open up an ask box, and so much more.

This has always been a dream of mine. To be a content creator has been a goal since I was first on this app at 14. And for years I was too anxious to begin, and I always found an excuse. But today, February 12th, 2025 at 8:20 am, I’m throwing away every excuse and I’m putting in the work to do it. What better time than the present, right?

-I hope you’ll join me and take a seat at The Grown Ups Table

-Mo

https://www.instagram.com/amour.andamour?igsh=ZzFpYjZkY3RzeXc5&utm_source=qr

[maednatne]

First Day to Day 4 (8/19-8/22)

I finally arrived in Sydney! I was feeling nervous at that time because I’m not used to being away from my family. I met my host family, with the host mother named Emma and her partner Albert. They have two boys, although he isn’t the boys’ father. Emma has been hosting students since 2006. She used to live in a bigger house when she was married to her ex-husband. The house had 5 rooms, so three students could stay there at the same time. However, now she has moved into this flat and recently has been hosting Japanese students.

8/19 Actually, I had dinner alone at a table on the night I arrived here. The host mother had gone outside, so her son served dinner. He was having his meal, which seemed like pasta, while sitting on the couch. I had something like tacos 🌮 in front of him. I wasn’t sure what to do and felt kind of awkward 😀 Maybe it’s just me. He speaks too quickly for me, so even though I knew his name, I only managed to ask for it. Hahaha. He seemed kind because he showed me how to eat tacos by saying, “You can wrap it like this.” And He’s often blowing his nose 🤧 The first time I met him, he was with his girlfrien. She appeared polite, despite being quite young. Then he went to his grandmother’s house, I think. I couldn’t quite hear, haha. I wonder if I’ll meet him again. To be honest, I had expected the host family to be more welcoming when I first met them. However, it turned out to be quite different. Well, I’m not dissatisfied.

8/20-21 I went to Chatswood. The town felt somewhat like downtown. Maybe. Because I am still not familiar with the area. I bought a pants for Yoga. Actually, I was invited by a man I got connected with. He often organizes events like that. I posted that I really wanna go to my home. I am feeling pretty homesick right now. He saw my post and he commented that why don’t we do yoga together? You can make friends. That’s why I decided to join this. It was a good experience. Thanks to him, I could hear about Sydney from them joining the Yoga meetup. And then one girl toured the city. She was very kind. I followed her. She also took me to some schools where I am planning to attend. After that, she invited me to exchange language. It is held in a bar. It was a really exciting experience. I could meet many people who are studying English. I talked with Colombians a lot. I felt like It was more comfortable to talk with them compared to native speakers. And I came home at 10:30. That day either, I couldn't have dinner with the family. It was my fault. Anyway, I used the bus to home. Because it seemed like the trains were stopped. When I rode the bus, I didn't use an Opal card. It was my first time so I didn't know how to ride. I was upset. So I tried to ask how to get off the bus and to pay. She was probably Chinese. She told me kindly. She helped me. When I got off the bus, she said to me “Be careful! It's so dark”. I was touched by her. The reason I was supposed to ride the bus is that people can use it instead of the train for free. For free! Amazing. I can't believe that in Japan.

I have been here only four days though. I completely understand some Japanese people who want to keep living in Sydney. Additionally, I have never seen something like homeless or beggar. That's why, there are some cities in Australia in the best 10 places to live. I realized that I like the smell of this city. I don't why. I can't explain. But it's very comfortable.