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dovveri · 1 year ago

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sun-kissed

bachelorette masterlist - part 1 • part 2 • part 3 • part 5 • part 6 • part 7

synopsis: an unexpected arrest deters filming for day 4 so instead, y/n and sana spend the day together. almost like a date?

warnings: mentions of child pedophilia! suggestive, cursing - i forget to tag that alot bcs its in all my fics but just assume its always there oop

w/c: 5.2k

a/n: okay this took me way longer than it should’ve to write but i think it’s maybe my favourite chapter so far… or maybe i’m soft rn 🤭 enjoy!

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could they have made any less of a scene?

the sirens have stopped but the blue and red lights continue to blaze as you stand in shock with the rest of the contestants while the cops raid the mansion.

sana had been taken away by the producers as soon as the police cars had pulled up.

when they're finally done checking the mansion, they walk out a cuffed wonsik. his head is down, refusing to look at any of you, hands behind his back as he's shoved into the back of the police car.

none of you had a clue what was going on, you were all enjoying the third rose ceremony and nothing could've predicted where this night had led you.

eventually, after the police have long driven away, the producers return with sana who looks a little shaken up. you head towards her immediately, wrapping your arms around her shoulders, but she can't seem to face you, eyes blank as she follows the producers instructions for everyone to come back into the mansion.

"sana? sana?" you're trying to get her attention, shaking her slightly.

she snaps out of it with a blink, looking up at you in confusion, "hm?"

"you okay? kinda lost you back there."

"mm yeah i just- it was just really unexpected."

"what was?"

she nods her head towards the producers who are now standing in front of the leftover contestants preparing to make an announcement.

"okay guys so we only just found this out but wonsik has been arrested on charges of owning child pornography, engaging in pedophilic acts, and sexual assault of a minor. the police have searched the house and confiscated all of his items and any incriminating evidence they could use in court. as you all know, we do conduct background checks on all contestants before they are accepted onto this show, and we apologise that this incident has been overseen. we won't be editing wonsik's arrest out of tonight's episode, but he has obviously been eliminated. we'll take tomorrow off filming to allow you all a small break and please do let us know if you have any concerns moving forward with filming."

what the actual fuck?

as soon as the producers are done with their announcement everyone is talking on top of each other, trying to figure out just what the hell happened and how this happened under everyone's noses.

"did you know?"

"holy shit i never saw that coming out of him-"

"man its always the quiet ones that are the most fucked up-"

you turn to sana in shock, feeling much like how she had looked just a little earlier. "sana?"

she's still a little distracted when she looks at you, "hmm? i'm tired y/n. let's go back home?"

you're nodding quickly, leading her away from the aftermath to the quiet cool of the outside air. you wave down your driver and quickly lead sana inside, stuttering out directions to your villa and sitting back, sneaking a glance at sana who's looking out the window with glazed eyes.

the drive back is silent save for the low hum of the engine. you're a little surprised when sana shuffles closer to you, linking her arm through yours and placing her head on your shoulder, still not saying anything.

you take her hand in yours, interlock your fingers, and lean your head on hers. the rest of the short drive is spent like this, the silence is thoughtful, but not awkward.

even as you arrive back at the house, your hands never leave each other's, you lead her towards your shared bathroom and brush your teeth side by side. only letting go of each other when you both go to start your nighttime skincare routines.

sana has a much more intricate routine than you because of her obsession with all things health-related and her need to take care of her skin well. so you finish earlier than her, mumbling a quick goodnight while she's still bent over the sink and moving past her to retire yourself to bed.

you close all the blinds, intending to have a full night's rest and wake up late tomorrow because filming was cancelled, climbing under your sheets and sighing at the feeling of soft fabric against your skin.

your eyes are slowly drifting shut when your door peeks open, and sana's slipping in, closing the door behind her, shrouding the room in darkness again. she tiptoes to the edge of your bed, lifting the cover and sliding inside, cold feet come to entangle themselves with your legs, shuffling close as you get a whiff of her night serum, the sweet, tangy smell of mandarin subtly descending upon your senses.

"this is okay right?" she's murmuring against you, you're lying face to face, eyes sleepily open while your eyes readjust to the darkness, making out the soft curl of her eyelashes and the perfect slant of her nose.

you hum against her, sliding an arm over her waist and pulling her closer, resting your foreheads together and closing your eyes comfortably.

you think she's drifted off to sleep after a few minutes, but she speaks up in a whisper, barely there, you wouldn't have heard her if you weren't almost lip to lip, "y/n?"

"hm?"

you feel the soft breath of her sigh against your lips, "i... i should've known... he- i could've put him away faster- i gave him a platform- he was on national television and oh y/n, kids the kids he took advantage of could've seen him on tv and thought-" she's slowly panicking the tone of her voice getting shakier as she spirals and allows herself to voice her thoughts out loud for the first time, "-thought that he was in the right that it was okay that there were no consequences and then i kissed him oh my god i kissed him y/n and what kinda message does that send like-"

"sana sana baby shh, shh c'mere-" you're pulling her into you, tucking her head under yours and she starts crying and shuddering, hands twisted at the collar of your shirt.

"i just- like what's worse is i actually liked him-"

"mm no no sweetie stop stop. listen no-one knew what he was okay? it's not your fault you fell for him you can't blame yourself for that. he literally came here with the intention of making you do that you were just another one of his unlucky victims okay? and look, once this gets out on the news he's not going to have that platform anymore okay? in fact he'll probably hate that he came on here because he's going to be even more infamous than if he had stayed anonymous. we can only be real and truthful going forward so that those poor kids are validated in their feelings. he's going to be put away for a long long time now and he's not gonna have the chance to pull any more of that shit okay?"

she's sniffling into your shirt, listening to you talk and soothe her. you continue whispering sweet reassurances into the night, waiting for her to calm down.

she sniffles again, finally looking up at you, eyes red and snot dribbling out of her nose, your heart aches, "can we go out tomorrow? just us, like old times."

you smile at her request, nodding and pressing a gentle kiss onto her forehead, "of course baby. we can go do whatever you want. i promise i'll be yours for the whole day."

she's smiling, thanking you softly and closing her eyes. you wait to hear the her breath slow into quiet even snores before you stop stroking her hair, just holding her against you and closing your own eyes. drifting off to sleep with the adorable mimimimi sound she lets out only when she's exhausted and sleeping well.

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the next morning the both of you wake up around 10am, a comfortable time that allowed you to sleep-in, but not so much that you'd miss out on the entire day.

some producers stop by to check in on sana and go through a small debrief of everything that's happened and what they have left to film in the show.

you can tell she's still a little on edge and wants to get away from everything as fast as possible so you politely ask the producers for time off today and to leave the both of you alone until tomorrow since no filming was happening anyway.

eventually, they're leaving and sana's throwing on casual white pants, a light cardigan on top of a knit button-up, sunnies, grabbing her prada handbag and she's ready to go.

you're lucky you have so many things at your disposal, even multiple cars in the garage to pick from as you grab a random set of keys and click unlock. spotting a white convertible respond with its headlights flashing twice and leading sana towards the car, hopping in. sana's mood has already improved greatly, bubbling with excitement as she lists off some names of a couple restaurants you could try in town for lunch. you smile at her nodding along and humming as you start the engine, pulling out of the garage and onto the valley road, turning on the radio and laughing at the way sana almost jumps out of her seat, neck craning up, eyes closing, letting the wind sprinkled with a hint of sea salt blow through her hair, breathing in a deep breath of satisfaction.

you know you're meant to keep your eyes on the road but it was empty anyway and sana looked so so beautiful. you traced the slope of her nose, down to the curve of her lips as she smiles, the sharp lines of her jaw, and the smooth plane of skin at her neck.

she's peeking an eye open at you, laughing when you realise you've been caught, her giggle high and airy. you loved her so much. and it was getting harder and harder to say that to her without it meaning something a little more.

you're pulling into town soon, she's babbling excitedly and pointing at things that interest her with the curiosity of a child, you're trying to find parking and smoothly drive into an angled spot just in front of the restaurant you had both decided on.

you're jumping out of the car and running to the other side to get her door, and she's giggling and smiling when you take her hand, pressing a sweet kiss to her knuckles, and helping her out of the car.

you enter the bustling shop hand in hand, smiling kindly at the waiter who greets you and ushers you to a table situated next to a large window, allowing a picturesque view into the bay area with a couple fishing boats coming back in after an early morning.

you continue your act of chivalry, pulling out her chair before she sits, and then walking over to take your own seat across from her.

you both glance over the menu enjoying the hum of a busy eatery.

"do you know what you want yet y/n?"

the words on the menu were quickly meshing together, lots of french and seafood terms you wouldn't be able to take a first guess at the meaning of. you pout and shake your head.

she giggles at your antics, "it's okay i'll order for us." she's waving over the same waiter who greeted you at the door, then listing off a few menu items, her french sounding poised and elegant, though you knew she had not-so-secretly spent a year obsessing over french ballet and had even taken up a few lessons herself, only to realise she was much too clumsy to continue it. she had thanked your mutual friend mina for the gracious lessons but resorted to attempting to learn french as an outlet for her obsession.

"-leave out the pickles in everything. and that'll be all thankyou."

your heart picks up a little at the small gesture. you despised anything with pickles in it, and she knew that, making sure you wouldn't have to pick out any of those sickly green slices.

you smile in thanks when the waiter leaves with your order, only to come back quickly afterwards with a bottle of chardonnay which she pours into two elegantly carved wine glasses she's brought along with her.

you raise your eyebrows at sana, questioning the alcohol, but she only sits forward, propping an elbow up on the table and leaning her head into it with a smile.

"day drinking?"

"what? i'll drink yours if you don't want it."

you roll your eyes at her affectionately, taking the glass and sipping, humming at the sweet and tangy bitterness that fills your mouth.

she copies your actions with a beam, setting her glass back down and licking her lips. you follow the action.

"is there anything else specific that you wanted to do today?" you're asking her, taking another sip from your glass.

"mm, not really. i don't mind as long as i'm with you."

"glad to know you're feeling well enough again to flirt."

"oh always with you baby. you're the only one for me."

"that's a bold faced lie and you know it."

she pouts at that, and you can't help yourself, leaning forward and pressing lightly on her bottom lip.

"stop that. put that back in there."

she licks your finger and you hiss, pulling away quickly in mock disgust while she laughs, "please you've made me suck on your fingers and now you're grossed out?"

the waiter decides to come with your first dish at that exact moment, a light dusting of pink on her cheeks when she overhears sana's comment, you don't fare much better when you flare up in embarrassment, hastily wiping your finger on your skirt and babbling out a loud thank you to the waiter.

you glare at sana who's trying her hardest not to laugh, no shame whatsoever, shaking in her seat at the effort of keeping it in, her lips pursed and eyes twinkling.

"you're so going to get it when we get back." you mumble as you stab into a mussel on the plate in front of you.

"awwwwh poor baby's embarrassed, don't worry, mommy will make it better."

your fork drops at the term and you feel yourself going extraordinarily red. she's laughing now, loud and boisterous, drawing the attention of a few onlookers and you throw your napkin at her, whining and slinking back into your chair trying to hide your face.

it's a few seconds after you've folded you arms across your chest and tucked your chin in, willing the heat in your cheeks to go away while staring into your lap, that sana's stopped laughing.

she picks up a mussel with her fork and holds it out to you, leaning forward onto the table again, eyes bright making an 'ahh' sound.

you turn your head, not giving her the satisfaction of paying her attention, but she's persistent, "c'mon y/n. i'm sorry i won't tease anymore i promise."

it's no surprise that you can't resist her, rolling your eyes and opening your mouth, accepting the fleshy piece of seafood and chewing. she's smiling and poking her own piece to put in her mouth, humming at the taste and making sure it was to your liking as well.

the rest of lunch is spent like this, playful and fun, it's good to be able to feel like yourselves again after all the hectic film shooting.

you're standing up to grab the bill after you're both finished when sana shakes her head at you, "i got it already don't worry."

"huh? what do you mean?"

"i told the waiter earlier in french so you wouldn't know. just let me treat this time? i still haven't really been able to thank you for coming along with me for this."

"what? sana this was like... a one hundred dollar meal at least. don't be silly let me pay you back."

she's humming and putting her cardigan back on, standing up and walking in front of you, "pay me back by winning something for me at the arcade?"

you sigh, grumbling along as she giggles at you, taking your hand and leading you out of the restaurant, thanking your waiter who still looks a little off-put by you, and walking down the street to where you had spotted the small arcade earlier.

you purchase a hefty amount of arcade tokens and get straight into all the classics. sana just barely won air hockey against you, jumping and whooping with every goal, you have to take off your jacket midway through the game, sweating as you try and focus on hitting the little puck. you get her back on the dance machines though, you can't keep in the laugh when she somehow ends up sprawled on the floor, limbs tangled and missing every following beat.

you cycle through the arcade, speeding through mario kart and midnight run, shooting with abysmal accuracy at the gun games, trying your hand at some of the more unique japanese arcade games they have (which sana completely destroys you at), and eventually ending up at the wide variety of claw machines.

sana's pulling you towards one with spy x family collectibles, and you furrow your eyebrows in concentration as you try to get the small anya keychain for her.

she's giving you instructions from the side of the machine, trying to give you as much perspective as possible before the time runs out and the claw drops. you wait with baited breath as it grabs the keychain, comes back up with a whir, and then... the keychain falls out at the bump at the top of the machine.

you don't even hesitate when you push in another token, determined to win this one thing.

sana's with you the whole way, her reactions only getting more and more expressive with each loss.

you're probably on your 9th try, the claw grabs onto the keychain, lifts it up, and with a whoop the keychain's falling successfully into the claim box. sana's caterwauling and jumping into your arms and you lift her up in glee, spinning her around once before setting her back down. you bend down to pick up the keychain, presenting it to sana with a flourish, and then she's kissing your cheek and squeezing you against her in a hug, thank yous spilling out of her in rapid succession.

you giggle against her, hugging back, relishing in the contact.

after you exchange your arcade tickets for prizes, you head down towards the docks, stopping for some ice cream before making it to the boardwalk.

there are a few other couples doing the same thing, and when you nod politely to an elderly couple holding hands, you're hit with the abrupt realisation that you and sana must look like a couple right now. unless people were homophobic, then you'd just be a couple of close friends, maybe roommates.

you're suddenly hyperaware of the sweat starting to collect on your palm, releasing her hand and wiping it on your skirt when she looks at you with a cocked head, mid-lick of her ice cream cone, eyes wide.

you switch your own ice cream cone to your other hand so it looks like you had an excuse to let go, avoiding her questioning gaze.

eventually you both decide to sit down at the end of the boardwalk, legs dangling over the edge and looking out across the bay. there weren't any boats currently docked in so you had a clear view of the blue vastness in front of you.

sana's leaning in and looking up at you with puppy dog eyes.

"...what?"

she doesn't speak, her eyes darting down to your own ice cream cone and back up.

you roll your eyes and hold it out for her.

she's grinning and sticking out her tongue to lick a long strip along the side of your cone, humming in satisfaction.

"wanna try mine?"

"i'm okay thanks."

she's pouting and you can't have that so you lean in and lick some of hers, cringing at the overly sweet taste of artificial fairy floss but the smile she gives you afterwards makes up for it.

you both sit back and enjoy the light afternoon breeze, a calming presence after the hectic running around you did at the arcade.

"i missed this." sana speaks up first.

"me too."

"things have been pretty crazy with the house. i'm really glad that you're here with me though."

you turn to her and smile, "i'm glad you let me come."

"of course. the home visits later on are gonna get a little crazy. every season those are always full of drama."

"do you know who you want to end up there yet? your final four?"

she hums, thinking for a little, "still not really. we have... nine- wait no, eight since wonsik's a pedophile. so jacky, eunji, jihyo, momo, jun, jiwon, nayeon, and dae."

"it's a good mix i think. they all have different types of chemistry with you."

you're distracted by a buzz on your phone, taking it out and opening your messages.

miyeon: y/n!!!!! i just saw the news about wonsik! its everywhere rn r u guys okay?

"who's that?" sana's looking at your with a curious lilt in her voice.

you hesitate to respond, knowing how she reacted the last time you and miyeon were together.

"oh just my uncle. he's asking what to get my mum for her birthday later. you'd think he'd know since they're siblings but..." you trail off, typing a quick response back to miyeon.

y/n: it was crazy no one saw it coming! the producers called off filming today.. probably so they can deal with all the legal disputes that'll come up bcs of this

you tuck your phone back into your jacket, ignoring the new messages you get. you could respond to miyeon later. today was meant for you and sana.

sana's sighing and leaning her head on your shoulder, "wish i wore swimmers. it's such nice weather and the water looks soo good."

"we can head back and go for a swim in the pool if you want? we haven't had a chance to use it yet. may as well get the most out of being the main character on this show."

she's up in seconds, grinning, all fatigue gone as she practically prances back towards the car, only turning back to yell at you to hurry up.

you beam at her, running to catch up, laughing and smiling, just the two of you.

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sana's yelping when you cannonball into the deep end of the pool, splashing her with cold water in your wake.

"y/n!!"

you break the surface grinning and laughing, trying to splash more water on her.

"sto- stop! y/n oh my god-"

"hurry uppppppp! it's not cold if you get it over and done with!"

"no! i need to put on sunscreen first!"

"sunscreen? it's 4pm!"

"there are still UV rays at this time! i don't want to die from skin cancer and if you're a good girl you'll get out and let me put sunscreen on you too."

you narrow your eyes at her while she's lathering her legs with the white cream.

you decide to ignore her, diving into the pool and resurfacing a few times, splashing around by yourself while she takes her sweet time. to be honest, you're glad for the coolness the pool offers you, when sana first stepped out in her pale yellow bikini, you had felt your cheeks blush all the way up to the tips of your ears. you'd avoided her gaze quickly, instead opting for racing her outside and jumping in right away.

now that she wasn't watching you though, you couldn't help the way your eyes drifted over to her. she had finished with her legs and was now applying lotion to her arms. you traced the outline of her-

"y/n!"

you startle in the water, and she's looking at you curiously when you make a sort of weird strangled sound and water goes swashing around. "y-yeah?" you clear your throat, hoping you weren't as red as you felt.

"can you help with my back? i can't reach." she's looking at you with a dangerous pout, eyes pleading.

you mumble incoherently as you swim towards the shallow end, stepping out of the pool and grabbing the sunscreen bottle from her, gesturing for her to turn around while she grins at you.

you squirt some of the lotion onto your hand, rubbing it diligently into her back. you knew how much she cared for her skin, and even though you cared significantly less for your own, it mattered to her so you had to make sure you did a good job.

the problem arose when you started reaching her lower back. the pressure you've been applying becomes considerably less when you realise just how close you are to sana's ass. sana's very very attractive ass, only emphasised in these bikini bottoms.

"feeling shy y/n?"

"s-shut up."

"you can do my ass too if you want y'know. it's not like it's anything you haven't felt before."

you can picture the cheeky smirk on her face while you recap the sunscreen bottle after you're finished. and really, you just felt like you had to do something about that so before you know it, a hand's coming down and smacking her, a loud resounding slap followed closely by sana's yelp.

you're jumping back into the pool, trying to push the image of her cheeks rippling in the most perfect way to the very back of your mind.

when you break the surface again with a bubbly laugh she's still standing by the side of the pool, arms crossed and an unimpressed look on her face.

"did you just spank me y/n?"

you stick your tongue out her in defiance, sending a splash of water her way.

"oh you are so dead!" she's jumping in now, and you're scrambling away trying to put as much distance between you two as possible. but she closes in quickly, tackling you underwater and pulling you down so you're both submerged.

you're grinning and then you're laughing, but not in a good way because her fingers are at your sides tickling you and digging into all of the sensitive points in your body she's discovered over the time you've known each other.

you spend the next few minutes trying to one up one another, droplets of water flying everywhere, noisy screeches and laughs sounding out. you're lucky this mansion of a house was situated in the valleys with no neighbours or you most definitely would've gotten a noise complaint.

eventually, you decide to call a truce, cheeks sore from smiling, stomach sore from laughing. you float onto your back, closing your eyes and letting out a loud sigh in comfort. you can feel sana floating next to you, your heads next to each other, hearts beating in tandem.

she’s speaking up after a minute, "cats or dogs?"

you snort, "i don't mind."

you can hear the whine in her voice, "just pick one."

you hum thinking about it for a little, "whatever suits my lifestyle better i guess. if i'm really busy with work or i have to stay home a lot then probably a cat. but if i have a big backyard or something then probably a dog. knowing me though, i'll probably end up with cats. i'm too lazy to keep up with the energy dogs have."

"not with me though right?"

"what? of course not with you. also, you're not a dog sana."

"people say i look like a shiba inu."

"that's not the same thing."

she giggles a little before sighing, "you suit cats. okay. it's decided. we're getting a cat when we go home."

"huh?!"

she's breaking into high-pitched laughter again and you can only find yourself to be slightly concerned over whether she's being serious or not. you could deal with that at a much later date though. you drift back into a comfortable silence, listening to the sounds of the night wildlife slowly wake up in the valleys next to you.

"y/n?"

"hmm?"

"i love you."

your eyes are opening now, heart rate picking up. there's no reason to panic right? she meant it as a friend. a friend. so why was it so hard to say it back to her? as a friend?

instead, you say, "enjoy our date that much minatozaki?"

she doesn't respond with the same teasing tone you're expecting, "i really did." all honest and pure.

you're gulping, "...me too."

you know she's standing when you feel light waves push against your body, so you lift yourself up, looking at her puzzled, but she only goes to stand in front of you, grabbing your arms and wrapping them around her waist.

you let her, squeezing slightly and dropping your head onto her shoulder, your eyes drinking in the pinks and oranges of the sunset.

"you're not gonna say it back?"

you stiffen behind her, "what?"

"you know what."

she's tightening her hold around you even before you try to subconsciously escape.

you let out an almost-laugh breath, "...i love you too sana."

"was that so hard?" she's turning now, pupils dilated when they meet yours, pink lips slightly parted, noses almost touching.

you're shaking your head no, breath caught up in your throat.

a crinkle appears between her eyebrows, you have the urge to smooth it out, "are you lying?"

another shake of your head.

you feel her breath against your lips as she lets out a soft exhale, the tightening of her hands against your forearms helping ground you, if only slightly.

"i hope one day you'll be able to tell me the truth." you're confused, what was she talking about? "for now i guess this is fine." and then she's leaning in and pressing her lips against yours.

its almost an automatic reaction now. your mouth is moving against hers even before your brain registers you're kissing.

she's sweet, she always is. but this kiss is a little different. it's not filled with passion or heat, not like all your previous kisses that have always led to tangled limbs and heavy breaths. it's soft, tender, like she's trying to tell you something with her lips. you just weren't particularly versed in this form of sana communication yet to be able to tell what that was.

when she breaks away, the sun is dipping behind the horizon, her forehead leaned against yours, breaths coming in shorter after the lack of air.

she shivers a little when a cool gust of wind starts up.

"inside?" you ask.

she nods, letting you go, and following you out of the pool to dry off.

the rest of the night, even when you end up sprawled on messy sheets, sweat coating your bodies and arms around each other, your lips still tingle from her kiss in the pool. you fall asleep dreaming of small kittens, ice-cream, and sana.

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the ultimate collection of rivals-to-lovers drunken confessions dialogue prompts, featuring all the flavors. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post <3 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips.

(get ready to drown in tension, longing, and messy emotional disaster (the good kind).)

MUTUAL DENIAL – the “we’re not flirting” pack

“we’re not a thing. we’re just... violently close.”

“you keep looking at me like that and i’m gonna forget how much i ‘hate’ you.”

“this isn’t sexual tension. this is rage. rage.”

“we are enemies. sworn rivals. so shut up and hold my hand.”

“if we kiss, it’s only to shut you up. not because i want to.”

“what do you mean we look good together? take that back.”

“you think i like you? i tolerate you. barely.”

“if you keep being sweet, i’m gonna start liking you, and we can’t have that.”

“we’re just partners. that’s it. stop smiling like that.”

“stop being charming. it’s making things complicated.”

ONE-SIDED SPIRALING – the “they’ll never know” collection

“they smiled at me and i blacked out. it’s fine. i’m fine.”

“they’ll never like me like that. but god, if they ever did…”

“they called me their favorite. i will be crying about that until further notice.”

“they don’t even know how soft i get around them.”

“i love them. i’ve never said it. but i do. it hurts.”

“watching them flirt with someone else is my 13th reason.”

“they don’t see it. the way i look at them. maybe that’s for the best.”

“i’d never say it out loud, but they feel like home.”

“i want them to choose me. just once.”

“i’d burn the world if they asked. and they don’t even know.”

TRAPPED TOGETHER – “two enemies, one small space” edition

“don’t talk to me.” “then stop looking at me like you want to kiss me.”

“we’re stuck here. the least you can do is stop being so hot.”

“we’re going to die in here and my last thought will be about how nice your stupid eyes are.”

“i still hate you. but i also kinda want to hold you. weird.”

“you’re warm. don’t get ideas.”

“it’s not cuddling. it’s survival.”

“if you mention this moment to anyone, i will kill you.”

“i never noticed how soft you are when you’re not yelling.”

“do you always smell this good?”

“shut up.” “make me.” “...don’t tempt me.”

FAKE DATING – “but the feelings are real” edition

“this was supposed to be fake. you weren’t supposed to look at me like that.”

“we only have to pretend in public. so why did you hold my hand when no one was watching?”

“stop acting like you care. you’re gonna make me believe it.”

“i think i forgot how to pretend.”

“everyone believes we’re in love. i think i’m starting to believe it too.”

“it’s not real, right? none of this is real… right?”

“you kissed me for the bit. i’m the one who made it weird.”

“it was supposed to be fake. until i started wishing it wasn’t.”

“you smiled like you meant it. tell me i’m wrong.”

“you’re my favorite lie.”

BONUS: VULNERABLE & UNHINGED (aka “oops i’m in love”)

“i don’t want to hate you anymore.”

“you’ve ruined everyone else for me.”

“i said i’d never fall for someone like you. i lied.”

“i hate how much i care.”

“if you asked, i’d drop everything.”

“i’ve loved you since the second time we argued. i think you did too.”

“loving you is the worst idea i’ve ever had.”

“i don’t care if it’s messy. i want you.”

“do you want me? even just a little?”

“tell me to stop loving you. and i will.”

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mechncheese · 3 days ago

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Wait you’re in an animation program at a school? Do you have any tips for someone about to go into a 2D animation course?

I wish I could offer more good animation-related advice but my experience has been a lot of allnighters, grinding, and endless balancing on top of being the number one procrastinator. Here are some general tips I've learned </3 Looking at this now, this is just advice rather than tips oops

Manage your time-- It sounds like very surface level advice but please.. Do not end up like me with 33 scenes to finish in 2 days. I wish I had time management advice but I have the worst management on the planet. I keep everything on a written to-do list taped on the wall and sometimes I forget about it.

You will learn that not everything you make will be up to your own standards or satisfaction. Balancing several classes on top of animation is not easy and sometimes you will end up with work you are not proud of and that's okay. We keep pushing forward and there's always time afterwards to revise. Part of the learning process is accepting that sometimes we flop and sacrifice quality to finish something. Time constraints are something we just have to deal with and it doesn't make us bad animators.

Take video reference for character animation-- It helps a lot. Don't know how a character would bow, jump, or run ? Take a video of yourself doing the action and reference it as you go !

You may be tempted to go above and beyond with every animation assignment given, and that's a good drive to have ! Do not push yourself to burnout though, nothing is worth burnout or carpal tunnel.

Speaking of carpal tunnel, stretch your hands. During long work sessions, stretch at least every hour. Stretch your wrists, back, and legs. Take a walk once in a while, go outside, look at the sky. Looking at a screen for a long period of time will give you crazy headaches. Do not destroy your body for school. PLEASE. Also drink water, too many sweet treats will make you feel sluggish, tired, and icky.

20 minute naps/breaks.. When I'm stuck on a scene and can't get it looking right I straight up nap for like 20 minutes and come back to it. It refreshes my head and I find that I work better after a quick break. Staring at your animation for too long will make you second guess yourself and get frustrated when things are not working out. Take a break and come back, it's gonna be okay, you just need to not look at it for a bit. Adjustments and edits are easier to see and make after a break.

Be open to critique. ask for help if you're stuck-- also sounds like a given but when I first started I was a little stubborn and wanted my ideas and my way of doing things to work really bad. You will find yourself a lot happier with your work when you start taking suggestions and changing your perspective !

Remember you're here to learn ! No one expects you to be a professional animator right off the bat. And don't compare yourself to your peers, we all go at our own pace and we are all students. Make friends, live life, have fun ! I find that the worst years were the ones where I isolated myself working to death trying to get my work to look just right. I'm about to graduate and I wish I learned sooner how green the grass is on the other side of constant grinding. Animation student life is so hard and difficult but it doesn't have to be miserable ! GOOD LUCK OUT THERE SOLDIER !

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thankyouivy · 1 year ago

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BRO UR LATEST REID FIC WAS AMAZING, you have to write a second part where the team confront/tease Reid for forgetting to hang up his phone 🙏

THANK YOU!!! :]

i’m mixing this with another request I got for the morning after slick tongue.

I hope this is what you were looking for, ngl this was a challenge, which is why it took so long! (also my computer may have broken mid way through writing this so I finished it on my phone which means this is NOT properly proofread or edited OOPS)

ENJOY MY POOKIES <3

warnings: fluff with a bit of suggestiveness but nothing explicit.

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Sore - Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

Morning comes way faster than Spencer hoped it would.

His alarm goes off at 6am, the one he sets for when he's at home with you, that’s quiet enough so it won’t wake you up, but he can still hear it. He reaches over and turns it off, eyes adjusting to the dark room and then turns and gazes at you, still sleeping peacefully.

Your head is rested on his shoulder, nose buried in his neck, and one leg hitched over both of his. You’re practically laying on top of him, getting as close as humanly possible. He smiles lovingly at you and places a delicate kiss on your cheek before carefully slipping his arm out from under you and scooting off the bed, a skill he has picked up since you started dating. He makes his way to the bathroom to shower and get ready, keeping the bedroom lights off to let you continue sleeping.

You are awoken from your sex-induced slumber by the sounds of the morning; your shower running, the morning doves singing outside, anddddd…. Spencer’s phone ringing. You lean over and grab it, checking the number and rubbing your eyes before answering.

“Hey, Penny,” You greet mid-yawn. “Oh my god! Did I wake you up? I'm so sorry! Where's Reid?” She asks quickly. you have a hard time understanding everything she’s saying, and you can tell she’s probably already had her morning coffee… or two.

“It’s alright! I was totally already awake. Spencer’s in the shower, he’ll be at the office in no time im sure.” You answer, sleep still apparent in your voice, with a hint of scratchiness from the strain Spencer caused to your vocal cords last night.

Penelope is saying something, but instead your mind floats to last night's events. You rub your hand over your neck and feel the slight soreness of bruises and the delicate ache in your core burns when you think about last night.

“Sorry - what?” You zone back in, squinting your eyes at the bright iphone screen in the dark room. “I know you got attended to last night, but you don’t have to keep rubbing it in our faces!” She teases and you feel your face heat up as you giggle at her.

You chat with Garcia for a minute before you hear the shower turn off and you suddenly remember why you're on the phone with her at 6 in the morning. “Sorry- what did you need me to tell Spencer?” you say, sitting up in bed.

“Oh yeah, your relationship is like my reality tv and we will be chatting more about your scandalous escapades later. But for now, can you tell him Hotch needs the final witness statements from the last case read over?” Garica answers. That entire sentence sounds like complete FBI gibberish but you get the general idea and promise to relay the info to Spencer before he leaves, and Garcia hangs up with a “Thanks, doll!”

The door to the bathroom opens and Spencer steps out with his toothbrush in his mouth. The light from the bathroom bleeds into the dark bedroom and it makes him look like a God. His hair is damp and messy, he's wearing a towel around his waist, his hips bones and happy trail completely on display. The light from behind him shows off his lightly defined muscles, lean body, and sharp jaw, and you feel yourself going bright red.

“Sorry, sugar, did I wake you up?” He says when he notices you’re sitting up in bed, taking his toothbrush out of his mouth. “No actually, it was Penelope.”

You smile as he walks over to your closet and starts picking up clothes. “What? Garcia called you?” He walks back to the bathroom with his clothes with him to finish brushing his teeth. “No, she called you. Told me to tell you that Hotch needs you to read the witness something-or-other?” You say, slipping out of bed and stretching your arms above your head. “Witness statements?” He asks, smiling at you through the door. “That’s it.”

You know you probably won't be able to fall asleep again after Spencer leaves, so you head to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee after brushing your teeth. Spencer joins you in the kitchen about 10 minutes later, fumbling with his tie. You pass him your cup of coffee and take over, tying it neatly and adjusting his shirt collar as he takes a sip.

He places a kiss on your lips, holding your jaw to tilt your head up with his hand. “Want some breakfast?” you hum happily, arms wrapping around his neck. “Mhmm… maybe not the kind you’re thinking of, though.” He smirks, grabbing your waist to pull you closer and leaning down to kiss you again as you giggle.

“Tempting… but if you show up late again people are going to get suspicious. Plus, I’m still recovering from last night.” You mumble, grinning at him when he goans like a child being denied candy, and just continues kissing you.

When you feel his tongue slide against your bottom lip and attempt to lick into your mouth, you pull away. “Mmmm, Spencer…you need to go…gonna be late…” you say in between pecks. He places one final kiss on your lips before grabbing his stuff and heading out the door with a quick “Bye, baby, have a good day, love you!”

There is something off about the team today.

Spencer can tell.

When he gets to the office, Morgan and Garica spot him immediately. Morgan has that proud-big-brother expression on his face, and pats Spencer on the back before plopping down in his chair, and Garica can’t keep that mischievous look off her face as she seats herself on a spare chair at Derek’s desk.

Spencer gives the pair a confused look, only for Morgan to chuckle at him. “So, nice time last night, Reid?” Morgan smirks.

“Yes, actually, how was the bar?” Spencer responds, confused by the pair’s strange mood, but still engaging in the usual morning small talk while reading over the witness statements like Hotch asked.

“It was fine, I’m sure your night was more eventful than ours, though,” Morgan and Garcia giggle at each other.

Spencer is sure he has never been more confused in his life, but passes it off as the pairs regular unusual banter.

Before he can ask what’s going on, JJ and Emily walk over with coffee, joining the group at their own respective desks.

“How was your night, Spencer?” Emily snickers into her coffee as JJ kicks her leg under her desk and covers her mouth with her hand in an attempt to hide her own smile.

“I- it was fine?” Spencer answers again.

“Just fine?” Another voice asks, as Rossi joins them, knowing smile on his face.

“Okay, enough, will someone please tell me what is going on? is there some new inside joke I missed?” Spencer breaks, the weirdness of the situation overriding his ability to multitask.

“Yes, my night was fine. It was normal, why are you all suddenly interested in what I do when I'm not at work?” Spencer squints inquisitively at them.

“Normal, huh?” JJ giggles, eyeing the rest of the girls, who join in. Spencer gives them a look, bringing a hand up to his face to massage his jaw.

“Something wrong with your jaw, Reid?” Rossi asks with a smirk on his face, and the entire group breaks into a fit of snickers.

“Yeah, it’s just a little sore from- wait.” He pauses, to look around at his friends. “What do you know and how do you know it?” Spencer asks, suspicion evident on his face when the snickers don’t stop.

“Listen, we all can’t be as tech-savvy as me!” Garica grins, and suddenly Spencer remembers. The expression that flashes across his face can only be described as pure terror as he whips out his phone and checks his call history.

Penelope Garica [BAU]

Mobile phone - 2014/01/19

Call Length: 27:34

“Shit.”

Spencer glows bright red as the realization hits him like a truck, the laughs from the team getting impossibly louder as he hides his face in his hands.

More of my stuff can be found here.

~Ivy 🪴

#spencer reid x fem!reader smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #munch!spencer #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader smut #criminal minds #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fluff

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lovelessrage · 1 year ago

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Loveless: A Loveless Review

[Plain Text: Loveless: A Loveless Review]

Trigger Warnings For: Discussion of sex, sex negativity, platonormativity, arophobic tropes, and anti-loveless rhetoric

Disclaimer/Disclosure: I couldn’t finish this book. This will factor heavily into the review, as it has to do with how some scenes, details, and the writing quality were just very hard to sit with and continue. I got about 50% through, so I didn’t just skim pages and get back to you on it.

You might guess I don’t think of this book highly if I had to put it down and stop reading. This would be correct. However, I have more in depth thoughts than that. If you like this book and don’t want to read negative things about it, that's fine, but I implore you to read it anyway. A lot of the problems in this book are present in a lot of creations I see and can be a valuable teaching lesson; loveless people aren’t out to ruin your fun because biases got questioned.

Alright. Enough disclaimers. Review under the cut.

The Bingo Card: Surprisingly, Not A Strikeout

People who have been following me for a while may remember I mentioned I went into reading this book with a bingo card in hand: Loveless and Tired Bingo, a sheet made by yours truly. I did not get Bingo with this book! I did, however, fill 17 spaces out of 25; it just didn’t happen to line up, not because the book passed with flying colors. We’ll return to the Bingo Card at the end of this post to see what it looked like. But, letting you know, that’s a rate of 68% of all squares ticked on Loveless and Tired Bingo. Not looking so hot.

Let’s start with the meat of the post so nobody has to read it all if they just wanted my representation opinions. Other things like writing will be shuffled down for your convenience.

Edit: Past Scowl is a liar and a fraud and did not have maims glasses on, and misread the bingo card! I did get Bingo. Oops. Point still stands because the data is the same, I just gave this book a sliver more credit than it deserved for not getting one.

Platonormativity, Envy, and The Loneliness Whirlpool

If this book had a full course meal, normativity would ironically be a key ingredient in every plate on the menu. Loveless has a platonormativity problem that confronts you from page 1, more realistically before that; the blurb!

[Text ID: From the marvelous author of Heartstopper comes an exceptional YA novel about discovering that it's okay if you don't have sexual or romantic feelings for anyone... since there are plenty of other ways to find love and connection. /End ID]

I promise not all my complaints will be raving about one sentence, but this kinda encapsulates the entirety of my problem with Loveless: Georgia Warr is not supported in her own novel. Loveless is a deeply insecure book that many can relate to, but, really… does it alleviate that insecurity, or just cover it up? There’s an unspoken “but” to every part of Loveless’ philosophy about aspec people [especially aroaces], where they must have platonic love to make them whole, to “fix” and “redeem” their lacking attractions. This has always bothered me, and it’s not an uncommon opinion in the community, unfortunately.

Aroaces aren’t allowed to simply “be” – they must be more. They must be so platonically invested you forget they’re aroace, because they have all this other type of love to give the world. It’s reflective of a view on a community sourced from hurt and exclusion, of someone trying to rebuild their worth on a new forefront. It doesn’t make it less of what it is, though: it’s a “yes they’re valid, but” statement that serves as the backbone for far too many aspec-focused media.

Georgia is a deeply unsure character, and there’s nothing wrong with her being this way; she’s a fictional character made to represent a journey of acceptance, not a real person with the ability to inflict harm on other real people. She does reflect the author’s biases in many ways and many points on the same token, though, acting as a mouthpiece. This often comes in Georgia’s insistence her friendships are simply stronger than other relationship types, as well as her reflexive tendencies to judge the friendless.

One of my many, many hurdles in this book had to do with Rooney [someone save her and half the cast from this novel, please], when the group realizes she’s only a socialite, not really a long-term relationship holder, and the entire room devolves into silent judgment. Georgia does not defend her newfound friend, simply noting she thought differently of her. What about Rooney not having many friends changes her outgoing personality? It doesn’t. It’s simply the fact that Rooney being friendless makes her weird, as with many things Rooney is unfairly demonized for in this novel.

The emphasis on friends doesn’t end here, and persists through the entire novel, practically. It is the main focus, when it isn’t talking about Georgia’s disinterests, and her friend circle is very important to her. All of this is fine. What isn’t fine is the expectation and casual enforcement of friendship being all you have, so you must seize it; this book, even though I wouldn’t recommend it, is often given as The Book on being aroace, but I wouldn’t agree [you’re free to tell me I can’t have an opinion on that if I’m not aroace, but at least read on before deciding anything, alright, official hear me out warning]. One, not all aroaces are alloplatonic, and two, this:

Why Is This Book Written Like A Workplace Safety Seminar

It’s a very… cookie-cutter way to be aroace, and cookie cutter aroaces exist in real life! The rep should exist, no doubt, and shouldn’t be taken away from anyone. It’s not my problem per se that the book is semi-stereotypical. What my problem is has to do with something I see a lot.

The book falls into many of the pitfalls of what I’m dubbing “the pamphlet effect”: when a novel, show, etc. continuously needs to halt the plot to remind the audience this character is different, and explains this to you in a way that resembles an educational pamphlet at a pride event. Georgia Warr feels like an example given to explain a concept more than a person, and I feel bad for her because of how little this book engages with her actual character when it shines through. I understand the book is primarily centered on her journey through the spectrum, but very little is given to make Georgia’s experience unique outside of one scene off the top of my head. Her interests, hobbies, and unique feelings only seem to play a role when it comes time to be an author mouthpiece on slutshaming for fun and sport; only one scene, the forced kiss with Jason when rehearsing the play, really blends her life experiences with her aroace experiences.

Georgia feels designed to be an everywoman, and it was very disappointing to say the least. Very little of the book actually feels like I’m with her, or learning about her unique take on being aroace as a theatre fan or young adult figuring things out; it just feels like Georgia [and the reader] are being dragged through the Cliff’s Notes version of what it is to discover being aroace, rather than a look at how a character like this might feel differently than others on a fuller, whole scale. She’s a hole that can fit most shapes into it, which makes her broadly relatable, but not as fun or engaging to read about if you don’t fit precisely in the demographic Georgia is for; even if you do, is there much to engage with beyond “I’m like that too!”?

This isn’t just a Georgia problem, either, as many, many characters in this book are walking stereotypes or very flat. But, we’ll get into that later [if you want to get into it now, skip to Writing Problems, Oh My!].

The Fingering In The Room: Loveless’ Weird Ideas About Sex

Alright, if you’re sex repulsed and braved the storm to get some insight, this next paragraph is just complete confusion about this book’s sex scenes and talking about some of the details within. If you want to skip that, skip the next paragraph.

Why is everybody fingering each other? Fingering is fine and it feels good, but it is basically the only sexual act this book knows outside of making out with tongue. Someone having sex in Loveless? They better have clipped their nails because at least two are going in. It feels like a point of research that was skipped because it was unimportant, which. Pretty much, yes. But when you’re someone who pays very close attention to sex scenes because you’re of the opinion they can have artistic value, as well as conveying the author’s views on sexuality, I come away with “is fingering what Oseman thinks young adults do?”. Anyways. Something I noticed.

[Okay sex repulsed people, you’re good. No in depth descriptions beyond this point, just the word “sex”.]

I should’ve titled this section “In Defense of Rooney Bach” because oh this poor girl. Oh you are just there to be gawked at.

First off, let’s begin in a good place: this book always has to clarify it isn’t slutshaming its characters, followed by slutshaming its characters. Rooney is, for the uninitiated, very sexually active. Georgia’s envy often leads to a judgemental, close minded view of Rooney that often pins her sex life as “too much” – something many sexually active women get villainized for. It strikes me immediately how Rooney is constantly picked on for her sexuality as a woman in ways no male characters who aren’t asexual either are treated. None of the men she flirts with or spends time with are reprimanded or “held to account” by the book; Rooney alone is breaking the rules. Rooney’s descriptions are often bookended with a disclaimer that she isn’t being called a slut, she’s just like one, which… This is slutshaming. You can’t just say you aren’t doing it to not be doing it.

Rooney is also a victim of a very arophobic trope, and one that is also misogynistic: the Broken Woman. Why is Rooney sexually active? A rough breakup that broke her heart and makes her fear intimacy on account of potentially being wrong again. Sure, sex feels good, but explicit focus is made on the fact she is only not engaging with romance because she tried and it didn’t work. For a few chapters, admittedly I was hoping for a book where an aroace and aroallo can get past some differences and expand each other's worldviews; what I got was Georgia thinking pretty poorly of Rooney through unaddressed envy and sex negativity, and Rooney being made to only like hookups because she’s messed up. Because of course a woman could only enjoy that if she had a negative experience that forced her on the path!

Also, another scene I didn’t like was Georgia and Pip watching Rooney have sex while she is completely unaware of their presence? Jason leaves as soon as he notices, but the two of them watch before Pip makes a comment on how disgusting it is and Georgia agrees. I’m shocked at how little this is brought up as being violating or creepy.

If it was a better book, I would have expected it to result in some kind of furthered conversation about boundaries; it could've been a place for Georgia to start establishing what she likes and dislikes, starting with Rooney preferably keeping her out of her sex life when she’s able. Instead, this event gets brought up solely for jokes, and for a motivation for Pip to start hating Rooney, despite her insistence it wasn't because of the hookup and she isn’t slutshaming. Always a great sign when that needs to be clarified. This is a PSA for everyone: you should not need to clarify you aren’t trying to slutshame. If you feel the need to do so, you are probably being sex negative.

This book isn’t very fond of sexually active people, nor is it kind to characters that are. I can understand why being asexual and sex repulsed is representation people would want, but I also think there’s many, many ways to write it without making it an exercise in shame.

Ironically Kinda Arophobic In Some Parts

This is a short section of a thing I noticed, hated, and had as a contributing factor for my ending early: this book loves aphobic tropes. There’s already the trope against aroallos of not needing romance because of being broken into only liking sex, but also the problem with Pip and Rooney.

I’m a lesbian, for clarification, and I’m saying from experience that I hate the archetype of the angry, jealous lesbian. It’s everywhere. It’s in this book. Pip, upon even the idea of being rejected, starts berating and demeaning the girl who turned her down, even if she was only turned down in her head. The book passes it off as a lighthearted, funny story that Pip got so mad at an ex-crush she was suspended for throwing an apple at their head. Why do I bring this up?

Is it not ringing any bells that this is arophobic? That a character so hostile to romantic rejection is treated as a joke? Many, many aros, and queer people in general, have experienced violence for turning down someone. It’s a serious issue for aros and a real fear in rejecting someone. I found it incredibly hard to read and sit through as everybody passes off Pip’s tendencies to do this to the women that reject her as a silly, funny Pip moment and not a major issue for the aspec community. I don’t care if it’s enemies to lovers, because it doesn’t really feel good to read at all. The only tension is built off the back of something I’ve experienced in real life and many others have as well.

Lovelessness: The Insecurity Unaddressed

This book, despite its title, is obviously about a loving character. Many people might not see this as a problem: first off, loveless doesn’t always mean the same thing, and second, many aroaces express feeling loveless when coming to terms with their identity. Here’s my rebuttal.

One: Georgia fits no definitions of the label. She subscribes to none of the beliefs. She loves her friends actively and sees their relationship as more than romance or sex, as something greater to her.

Second, this is because anti-loveless rhetoric is everywhere and all over this book. Not once is it suggested Georgia could live as loveless, or truly be without love. In the end, she is surrounded by it, simply learning to accept friendship instead. The way her insecurity isn’t met with “you’re complete as you are”, and instead with “you can still be complete if you simply fill the void with friends”, is anti-loveless. Nobody is allowed to be whole on their own without a subplot where their doubts are reinforced or they’re explicitly made to be broken inside.

This is shockingly common, and always sad every time I see it. Many aspects fear being loveless, as if it is a curse or blight they must cleanse. This book is one example out of many, but it doesn’t make it less hurtful when a book that runs against everything your community stands for [self-acceptance and the optionality of love] bears your name regardless. It is a book for people who are afraid of loneliness, and it answers their insecurities with “you’re right. You do need other people. You just need to find a way to still find and have a life partner!”. This is damaging to loveless people, especially those questioning an aplatonic identity.

Again, it’s not unique to Loveless. But, it’s reflective of a broader issue of aplatonics who may be seeking community constantly being presented with “you ARE broken, but friendship can fix you!”, a “solution” many can’t use, and often leads to even more self-hatred.

That’s about it from the aspec side of things. If you got this far, congrats! The rest is opinions on the writing, and the bingo card finale. You can drop off here if that’s all you came for.

Writing Problems, Oh My!

This is veering into heavy personal opinion, so, I will remind you: I don’t usually like YA, but YA can be a very good genre! I do not think this book is a good representation of what good YA looks like.

The writing quality is one of the hardest things to get past, because of a major problem I observed: Oseman is better at comics. This isn’t so much a vilification as a recommendation that it would’ve been much better suited for a different type of media. This kind of “media dysphoria” is present in many of the ways the book operates: many scenes would flow perfectly well in a visual piece. Georgia’s inner monologue has a tendency to jump suddenly into scenes and interrupt the action in a way that would be perfectly natural as a narration bubble put over a drawing of the scene around her. There are entire pages of just… text messages that would be much better suited to a visual medium where you could make these dialogue bits look much more interesting through different shots, or drawing what the background would look like on a screen [The Girl from the Sea does this well, for example].

There’s also the fact I cannot place in my mind if I'm too old for this novel. A lot of the jokes boil down to “hah! Sex!” in a way that instantly alienates me from the writing. The jokes can be pretty juvenile and repetitive, and serve to be the equivalent of a comedian saying “eh? Get it? That was a joke.” six times.

This isn’t to mention the fact many of these characters are complete cardboard. Sorry. Jason does not need to exist. When he appears in a scene, he is ignored or completely leaves it on his own. He really only serves to drive Georgia’s character forward, rather than have one of his own. I found myself forgetting he was present in a scene at all until he spoke again and reminded me of his existence. The book would practically be unchanged if Georgia temporarily dated Pip and Jason was never a factor, plus or minus the Shakespeare Soc plot.

Many interesting characters suffer from severe Pamphlet Effect syndrome. Most of the girls do. In a better novel, they would be more in depth, but Loveless doesn’t really afford them this luxury. I need to take the girls very far away from this novel, okay. I need someone to write a version of Loveless where they have personalities. There’s crumbs there. Please, someone make a loaf of bread out of it. They deserve it.

Another thing, but minor: the breakneck pacing at some points followed by slow slogs of not a lot happening contributes to the reading issues. You may thing something would be dwelled on, just for it to go flying away into the sunset as 3 more things happen and then one problem lasts for 2 chapters. I found it very hard to catch up with Loveless, while other parts I felt like I was constantly waiting for it to catch up with me instead.

The Final Frontier: The Bingo Card Returns

And without further ado, the Loveless and Tired Bingo Card for Loveless by Alice Oseman! Completed with help from other readers braver than I.

[Image ID: A bingo card made from a basic template. It has no title, and all the text is black on a white background. Some squares are marked with a blue X, while others are marked with a red scribble. The marked squares are: “Not prioritizing friendship treated as freak behaviour”, “Jab at loveless sex thrown in”, “Something about not being like THOSE people”, “Universal type of love is laid on thick”, “The answer to all your problems is finding some pals”, “Found family ending”, “Platonic-romantic binary”, “Love still treated as universal [free]”, “Friendship is more wholesome or pure”, “Amatonormativity BAD [platonormativity is my bestie]”, “Platonic love being more powerful or sumn”, “You still love your friends though, right?”, “Friendship saves the day”, “Still thinks you need dedicated people to survive”, “Being alone treated as worst thing in the world”, and “Friendships are more stable than partnerships anyways”. The unmarked, blank squares are: “Something about "players" and pickup artists where no commitment is villainized”, “Character fears being loveless and is kinda aplphobic about it”, “Aspec double standards [one is normal, one is weird]”, “You still love your FAMILY, right???”, “QPRs mentioned by no nuance given to their diversity”, “Friendship forced upon a character against their will”, “Comment about some people being inhuman gets brushed past”, and “Simply prioritise your family instead!!” /End ID]

Would I recommend this book? Uh. No! Well. Yes, but not as a good book for aspecs. I’d recommend it solely to read it yourself and form your own opinions. But, no, I would not recommend it to any aspecs I know, especially not loveless ones, aplatonic ones, aroallos, or if they're an aroace looking for support.

Ah, Loveless, how you vexx me. Never again. See you in the next, much shorter post.

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justcallme-ange · 8 months ago

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Happy 1 Year Little Comforts!! <3

Give or take a couple days - oops ^^;

One of the longest projects I've done to date!! <3 <3 <3 Thank you all so much for the support, as well as all the comments and tags! I love going through them and reading all the lovely messages. They're a great pick-me-up whenever I'm feeling demotivated. So thank you again <3

So for the anniversary I wanted to do a little thing where I point out some details in the comic I'm very proud of XD (Yes I'm tooting my own horn - shhh)

Three Wishes Dream asks Techno to promise him something 3 times. And only on the third one does Techno agree. I tried to frame it as both Techno being cautious about agreeing to things Dream proposes (a la favor) but also as Techno finally agreeing when everything was laid out and there was nothing Dream had left to hide. (It's like a fairytale trial - 3 challenges with the last having a great reward.) Forget-me-(k)not I don't know how prevalent they are now a days, but growing up I was a really forgetful child, and learned somewhere that by tying a knot on your finger when you need to remember something supposedly helps in you actually remembering. Which idk if true, it didn't really work on me, but the knot itself actually stuck, so in this case I used it for 3 things: A reminder that Dream was stuck in prison and needed help, a reminder that Phil needed to get Techno out of prison (eventually), and a reminder that Techno promised Dream he would free him. Scars So all the scars that I drew Dream with all actually have canonical reasons. So in order - the one across his nose was from Techno during their duel, the ones on his neck and chest were from Tommy taking two canon lives, the one on his lips were from Sam after first being detained, and the last on his chin (and arms) are from Quackity. Continuity The armor that Phil is wearing at the end is a reference to another illustration I did of the Doomsday Trio. It's post prison break so maybe it's a sequel? (This is less a detail and more just a personal thing - but my favorite page has to be page 7 - where Dream's image crumbles. It usually takes me at least 2 tries to get the look I want - this was one and done ^^) More behind the scenes - this comic (final version) started with the hug. I said initially the comic was supposed to be 6 pages at most, but I wanted to make the hug work so bad that I literally rewrote the comic. Only the first two pages are part of the original draft. Everything else was new. My brother literally sat with me for days going over each scene and making edits. OTL There were so many iterations - in the end I think there are at least 7 drafts of this comic. Cut Content Bonus: Unlike my other comic where the vision was there from the beginning, Little Comforts had some growing pains, and a few scenes had to be cut for it to work. So here ya go!

This was cut in favor of the shaking scene, some levity was needed to let the scene breathe, plus quoting my brother "It's more Techno".

Also wanted another hug, but editor and I felt that it took away from the pay off in the end.

Alternate version of 'he's a child' - originally it was supposed to go at the end of the comic, as an epilogue. Timing wise it ended up not working, which ended up with an even better gut punch so I'm not too upset. I may still render this....

#Little Comforts #Little Comforts Comic #behind the scenes #rivalsduo #rivals duo #c!dream #c!techno #my art #long post #long post is long #thank you all again for all the support <3 <3 <3

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moonshynecybin · 4 months ago

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I was watching Mask Singer and some interactions between stars and the jury reminded me of how celebrities (alright, usually it’s mostly singers and comedians but actors too sometimes) and it reminded me of your movie stars AU and Marc and Valentino being invited to random games shows and special games night together, having to captain a team each to battle over trivia or having to cooperate on the most random activities (did someone say forced proximity / communication? is that too much of my brand? well, oops) (accessorily, would Valentino agree to participate in those game shows if he knew Marc was coming? probably not but that’s a detail)

context. helppppp truly like first time around pre-breakup its one of those PR tours for their movie that is like. well as an rpf warrior you'd be asking yourself some questions. you'd have some thoughts. theories, even. like why are they in each others LAPPSSSS fully zendaya laughing (side note. they absolutely DO the iconic lip sync battle rihanna umbrella thing where marc goes insanely hard for no reason while vale is standing to the side in like. basketball shorts losing his mindddd.) its like witty, charming, a LITTLE sexy as they are trying to get people to come see their romance movie, and theres a lot of pink-cheeked delirious flirting its very fun

POST BREAK UP. well as you have said it is a proximity nightmare akin to nothing they have ever faced before. like its one thing to do a stageplay with an ex, where they can both be "in character" and sort of avoiding their feelings by experiencing the catharsis of acting or whatever. turn it off when they leave and try not to think about it. NOPE ! this is one where they just kind of have to be around each other doing little games on camera and it makes them feel crazyyyyyy... tipsy on talk shows getting asked about their first project and awkwardly skirting around their breakup... spanish and italian men getting annihilated on hot ones (this one just makes me laugh... MARC DOESNT LIKE SPICY FOOODDDD...). trying to come up with sfw annecdotes about them both on-set (impossible marc keeps trying to start stories that he forgets end with "and then he was inside me"). forced into the newlywed game and they crush it to an UNCOMFY degree bc they are obsessed with each other and have been keeping tabs on each other for like a decade. and then the final straw is when they make them do one of those LIE DETECTOR TESTS and its so crazy they cant send half of it to air so its only like three minutes long post edit and everyone is like ???? because they dont know marc asked him about their feud with his eyes all intense and vale was sweatinggggg trying not to give up the ghost

#they do make each other laugh and then it gets fraught all of a sudden and everyone is like haha. why did it drop forty degrees in here #motogp #callie speaks #asks #rosquez #maybe this is ooc but marc like did u ever love me? and you could hear a pin drop lmao

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naumin · 5 months ago

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no tall towers: a postmortem

is 'postmortem' too dark a word for it? just talking about the things I learned while organising this project :)

this one's a bit rambly but it's got a little bit of instruction inside. if anyone has any questions get in touch and let's talk BOOKS!

the concept

in april i got the idea that i wanted to organise a laios/marcille fanbook (because i LOVE them and especially because there wasn't a lot of fanwork around). i originally wanted to produce and sell a solo doujin with 1 or 2 pieces of guest art. however when money and multiple people are involved there's the question of how to compensate everyone fairly. i had several ideas of how to do this:

pay contributors a fixed amount e.g. $50 per piece (this is hard when you have no idea how much your book will earn)

pay contributors a % of sales e.g. 10% of all earnings (this is hard because you need to keep track of it for as long as your book is being sold. you may want to limit how long your book is available for for this reason*)

because i didn't want to limit how long the book was available for and to make it as simple as possible for me on the admin side, i decided to make it a free book with open submissions.

*a limited sale period can be good because promoting a project is super exhausting the longer it goes on. 1 month is reasonable imo. but because this is a rare-ish pair for a newly popular series i wanted to keep it online so fans can keep finding it.

communications

i've been in almost 20 books as a contributor, and pretty much all of them create a discord server to handle communications. some are mandatory to join, some let you opt out and receive announcements via email only. depending on the projects some are very chatty and some are extremely quiet.

the main advantages of discord ime are networking (i've made great friends from being on a project together) - which also helps with morale and giving ppl positive feedback to make their works - and for organisers gives the option of instant communication, e.g. if someone asks a question several people are wondering about, you can answer them all in one go.

the disadvantages of discord ime are people muting the server (understandable) and possibly the need for moderation - most people are extremely lovely and civil, i just am a worrier. also, discord can be a time sink... you don't want to be backreading a chat for 30 minutes when you only have 30 minutes to work on your project a day! i get distracted easily so for me that was a no go. what was good is that there is a laimar server (run by @saccharineomens) so i knew people could still chat and support each other. i'm really grateful for that.

so, if you want to avoid discord my experience is you totally can. all you really need:

an info masterdoc on somewhere like google docs or a public blog post/web page - you need to be able to edit it in case you need to add new information (with a time/date marking the change)

a way for people to submit their works like google forms or just your email

a way for people to ask questions, my main tumblr blog worked fine for me. you may want to copy your answers to common questions into your infodoc as they come up

important documents

this is the infodoc I created for this project. one thing is I did forget to specify the orientation for image works (portrait), oops.

one thing I'd really like to see more in collab projects is for organisers to list their experience. we already ask contributors to give so much... what about on the other side u know. I think a lot of people leave it out because they might not think they have any relevant experience. Really try to dig deep and list any type of project you've been in or helped complete... doesn't have to be art or fandom related.. or maybe organise a solo project first to get your feet wet.

for example I used my solo books I made for school/zine fairs. i'm a visual artist and i rarely work with text. so some of them are pure images, then some of the comics have computer lettering, but technically speaking i never formatted large amounts of text in my books so that was something new I was promising people I'd do. but it wasn't scary because I think my previous projects gave me a foundation to try new stuff like that. that's all people need to see to be willing to trust you handling their works ime.

formatting a zine

so I personally used InDesign here, it's one I've worked with before and enjoy. for other pdf projects I've also used Scribus and really like it (I'll be using it for Nerd Sex again this year) and its free!!! I haven't used Scribus to format text yet but for pure image books it's a really simple case of creating your page-size image in your art program and then inserting onto the pdf pages of Scribus lol. really easy.

for previewing, viewing, rearranging etc anything to do with your pdf I really recommend PDF24. also free!!! 5 stars incredible software.

here are the indesign tutorials I used and liked:

How to Add Page Numbers

How to keep Page Numbers on Top

How to Create a Table of Contents

What is Overset Text and How to Fix It <- essential for formatting text onto multiple pages

How to Reduce InDesign File Sizes

if this is all too complex here is the most basic 3-step method to creating a pdf book that applies to using both indesign and scribus or likely any other pdf creation software you can find

create new document. Select facing pages if you'll have double page spreads or think you might print out your book one day

locate the rectangle frame tool (indesign) or image frame (scribus) etc and draw a frame over your page (your whole page or just where you'd like your contents to go)

ctrl+d (indesign) or right click>get image (scribus), find your image and click on it. that's it!

repeat for all the other pages. that's my most basic guide to creating a pdf image-based book where all the pages are the same size.

publishing

publish on whatever platform you think is suitable (itch.io, gumroad, personal site, whatever etc.) and remember to advertise the shit out of it. if it's free keep saying it's free!!! if you feel like a resentful jaded broken record you havent repeated it enough my friend. say it one more time for good measure.

that's my messy postmortem of no tall towers to climb a 112-page free fanthology from 14 fans of laios x marcille including all new fic comics illustrations and recipes available for download and to print-at-home NOW!!! :) <3

#diary #zine making #book work

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studying-roxas · 8 days ago

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I don't want to overstep but I genuinely have a question about when neurodevelopmental disorders creep into physical disability.

I have dyspraxia. I was diagnosed with it 3 years before I even got my autism diagnosis. For those who don't know, dyspraxia, also known as childhood coordination disorder, affects one's coordination, proprioception, and fine motor skills.

Dyspraxics can often have difficulties with other things that people with motor disorders struggle with - walking, writing, buttoning clothes, driving, using cutlery, etc. All of these are physical manifestations of a neurodevelopmental disorder - dyspraxia is not considered a neurological disorder (which are often considered physical disabilities,) but a neurodevelopmental disorder. My coordination was clinically under where it was supposed to be. I was delayed in crawling, sucking on a straw, walking, and a few more missed milestones that I forget (oops). Usually these missed milestones are attributed to my asd, but they all are also common for dyspraxics.

From my understanding, a lot of autistics also experience these things even without the added dyspraxia diagnosis, which is where my question comes into play.

A lot of people will say that autistics do not have a physical disability, but if the majority of autistics meet the criteria of dyspraxia... does that mean the physical manifestations of dyspraxia are also not a physical disability? My dyspraxia affects my movement way more than my mild hypermobility does. It affects my movement way more than my knocked knees and duckfoot do. It affects my movement more than my scoliosis does. I always considered my dyspraxia to be my "main" physical disability.

Then I got into the disability community and had people telling me that my migraines and asthma counted as physical disabilities, but that my coordination disorder which affects my fine motor skills doesn't... despite it having a much greater affect on my physical ability to do things than my chronic migraines. I guess I'm just very confused as to how this is split.

My knocked knees + duckfoot is a physical disability because it's a malformation of my hips and legs that affects my gait, but my dyspraxia affects my gait just as much if not more than my knocked knees + duckfoot. It seems odd that one should be considered a valid physical disability and the other not just because it's how my brain developed as opposed to how my skeleton did.

I used to work with high support needs autistic people and knew some who used a wheelchair with no other diagnoses - just asd. I have met with other dyspraxics who need mobility aids due to severe coordination deficiencies (the person I'm thinking of specifically went back and forth between a cane and a walker). I used to work with many autistics who could not feed themselves due to motor control issues, or who would regularly aspirate on food and drink due to dysphagia.

I know this argument is tired, and I'm not asking to use the C slur or anything, I am just genuinely confused how we as a community are deciding what is a physical disability versus a neurodevelopmental disability that manifests with physical symptoms. If the accommodations i need for my fine motor difficulties are the same as any physical disability which causes fine motor difficulties, then what is the difference that makes discussing dyspraxia an intrusion on physical disability posts /gen

Edited to fix incomplete sentence. Sorry, sometimes my brain moves too fast for my hands

Edit 2: okay, I actually have more to add about how confusing this separation actually is. Catatonia is present in about 10% of psychiatric patients, including depression (with up to 20% of depression sufferers having catatonic depression). Recent studies into ADHD have shown that ADHD causes fine motor difficulties, on top of ADHD being one of the most common Dyspraxia comorbidities. Tic disorders don't count unless your tics affect your movement... even though all non-vocal and non-mental tics are physical tics. 80% of autistics have gait and movement differences. Schizophrenia spectrum disorders are particularly known for including catatonia. ALL of these are physical symptoms - more than that, they are symptoms that affect the ability to walk or access adequate fine motor control skills. These are also the disorders I see most commonly called out for claiming physical symptoms when "they don't have them." I am so confused on how you guys are classifying physical symptoms because these??? all of these symptoms??? very clearly physical and interrupt daily functioning.

I am just. Confused.

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mxrcusflint · 1 month ago

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getting to know mutuals!

tagged by the lovely @halestrom 💕 perfect timing bc have some new friends I wanna get to know better so!

what's the origin of your blog title? was deep into flintwood, marcusflint was taken and the x felt ~aesthetic~ enough as a replacement

otp(s) + shipname(s): jake/bradley, hangster. marcus/oliver, flintwood. steve/bucky, stucky. and a bunch of other ships but those are my main ones

favourite colour: emerald green; i had a gorgeous velvet emerald green couch but it wouldn't fit in my current place

song stuck in your head: Old Recliners by Role Model (listened on loop for recent soulmate au!)

weirdest habit/trait: if i'm eating a sandwich, at some point i'll eat it layer by layer i.e. bread -> filling -> bread

hobbies: writing, making edits, some baking, trying out new workout classes, trying out new cafes!

if you work, what's your profession? i'm a creative in tech LOL

if you could have any job you wish, what would it be? i really like my profession, but like – i do not dream of labor. I like projects tho! also think i'd be good at event organizing but not a dream.

something you're good at: writing an itinerary + scoping out food i think my friends would like

something you hate: ppl who listen to music out loud on public transit! cooked carrots!!

something you collect: stuffed plushies - gimme a cute plush thing and i'm eager to buy it

something you forget: to take my meds at night time oops

what's your love language: all...of..them... but I think gifts tbh

favourite movie/show: derry girls, arcane, ocean's eleven

favourite food: as a whole cuisine, thai food. an item? hash-browns.

favourite animal: sea otters!!!

what were you like as a child: very shy, loved reading, very unathletic lol

favourite subject at school: history + english!

least favourite subject: chemistry :( i ALMOST failed it

what's your best character trait? i think i'm pretty resilient as a person! and pretty good at holding my friend's emotions!

what's your worst character trait? I can be stubborn as shit

if you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? give myself 20/20 vision so i could stop needing to spend money to see

if you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? frida kahlo, her art haunts me

no pressure tag for @intrepidjourneys @ghostlykiss @rcgersromanoff @tornadeoqueen @magdarko @paulmezcal @urmomsonfire @pissmotif and anyone else!!

#about #tag games

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eternalflowershipping · 19 days ago

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From Y to Y

Ship: AZ x Nerine

Summary: Nerine has an ordinary day. (Or: Tomorrow, I'll Hold Your Hand In Mine but it's from Nerine's POV this time.)

Really simple (despite the length...), I didn't do any edits cuz I'm lazy ^.^

TWs: some suggestive language, also touches on Nerine’s intense hatred towards her younger self (which also manifests as some hatred towards her current self. Oops!) Alternate link / Neocities link (tba)

When Nerine awoke that morning, she awoke with a yelp. She’d nearly forgotten the events of the previous night, tipsy with champagne as she was. Discovering herself not only on her couch, but within AZ’s arms, was enough to sober her immediately. He slept on, snoring softly; even when he was young, he had a habit of sleeping until noon on most days. She reached up to touch his face. So pale… I really hope he’s at least trying to take better care of himself.

From behind herself, she felt a large presence. She glanced over her shoulder, only to find Floette floating above her, a mischievous look on her face.

“Oh!” Nerine began, but was quick to cover her mouth. When she continued, she did so in her quietest voice. “Miss ‘Ette… you should know better than to sneak up on people! A— and besides that, I was simply…” She blushed, and Floette laughed softly in response. Nerine pouted as she stood.

“Well… forget about any of that. Floette, I need to start getting ready for work. Would you like to join me?” Floette nodded, and floated down so she would sit on Nerine’s shoulder. She reached over to gently pet her round head; it was wonderful to see her with so much energy.

Alongside Floette, Nerine began her morning routine: She returned to her bedroom to brush her teeth and take her morning shower. She changed into her uniform, taking note of the fact that it needed a good ironing, but not caring enough to actually do the work. She gave Floette a piece of candy, she found while digging within her purse, then left her bedroom for her kitchen. She made a cup of coffee, which upon being finished, was immediately diluted with all manner of sugars and caramel syrups, then set aside to cool. She cooked herself breakfast; an omelette with mushrooms and spinach (briefly, she considered if she should make one for her guest as well). She returned to the living room to peer at a still-sleeping AZ, then dragged Floette away when she took out a marker, intending to draw on him.

It was only when she was about ready to leave when AZ awoke, his expression one of a near-delirious confusion. He squinted, no doubt wondering what it was she held so securely within her hands (Floette, who now sat atop her head, seemed all too excited by the idea of having caffeine). “Aza, good morning!” she said, and AZ blushed in response to it. “I should have mentioned this last night, but… I have work today, so I’ll be gone.”

She frowned slightly, her nose scrunching as she pondered her next words.

“Feel free to… make yourself at home? You can help yourself to anything in the kitchen, too. O-or, if you have something else you need to do today, you can… um.”

AZ nodded in understanding. “When will you return home?” “Well, the museum closes at about 6:30, but I'm planning on stopping somewhere after that, so I might be here closer to 7:00 or 8:00.”

She gulped down her coffee, which had been cooled significantly by a copious amount of milk and cream. Setting aside her mug, she reached downwards to pull on her black heels, which remained at the same location they had been tossed aside the night before. Once she finished, she stood still for a moment… before reaching to pry Floette from her seat atop her head. “I can’t take you to work with me.” she said in a half-scolding voice, “Well, I could, but I think your brother wouldn’t like that.”

Floette pouted at her words, but was obedient when Nerine decided to place her on top of AZ’s head instead. She giggled at the sight of them together. “I really need to be on my way…” she smiled sheepishly, “I’ll see you later, okay?” “Nerine…” with a stretch, AZ rose to his feet. They had been faced level while he was seated. She was used to feeling quite small when he stood above her like this, and yet it still astounded her at times. He reached to touch her cheek, careful not to ruin the makeup she had meticulously spent the morning doing. She leaned into his touch, her lips slightly parted; the paint she wore gave them a glossy colour.

“Nerine,” he repeated, “may today be wonderful for you.” Awkwardly, he leaned down just enough to leave a kiss against her forehead. Nerine shivered in response to her, alongside making an odd little noise. “T…thank you.” “I’ll be seeing you.” “Yes, see you…”

Though her movements were stiff, Nerine dragged herself out of her home, and into Snowbelle’s icy weather. AZ watched her, standing in the doorway as she summoned forth her Corviknight, and clamoured onto its back. She gazed back at him for a moment, and AZ waved her goodbye. Aries was quick to ascend, her wings spreading wide as she flew above the Kalos region. The experience still unnerved Nerine, despite how many years she’d been at it; she never quite got over her fear of heights. With her face buried within Aries’ dark feathers, she awaited the moment they’d land within Lumiose City.

It always caused quite a stir when Aries arrived; Corviknight were an uncommon sight within Kalos, and paired with Lumiose’s infamous “witch,” seeing her often felt like a scene from a fairytale. The old Corviknight quite disliked the attention, however, and was quick to stir up a fuss until the moment Nerine recalled her into her ball. Now standing in front of the museum, she hurried inside. The two young girls who worked the front desk greeted her. “Miss Nerine, you look tired! Did you sleep well?” the shorter of the two asked, then with a grin, continued in a whisper. “...Did you invite a man over?”

“Of course not.” Nerine scoffed, “I'm much too busy to even think of such things!” the two girls giggled at her reaction, clearly coming to their own conclusions, but Nerine had long elected not to care about their sillier antics.

She continued on to the backroom of the museum, taking a moment to peer at her reflection within a wall-mirror to ensure her makeup hadn’t gotten messed up.

She set down her purse, her myriad of keychains causing a ruckus with every movement, dusted off any of Aries’ feathers, and stood tall.

Today would be a day like any other.

A surprise visit from Kalos’ own champion had caused a large amount of guests to swarm in; the museum had recently acquired a new painting of King AZ, and Serena, as well as some of her friends, wanted to talk a look. (“...Why did the artist paint him with such a small nose?” Serena had asked, and Nerine shrugged in response. “I wouldn’t know.” Nerine said. The depiction looked almost nothing like his younger self in truth, but she did not wish to say that to her. “I know that you faced him once, but I’ve never seen him up close.”)

A large number of visitors made up a tour group. Some were clearing visiting Kalos from other regions, while some were locals drawn in by the chance to meet a celebrity. In truth she disliked the large crows, but Nerine continued on all the same. She stood before a rendition of the Ultimate Weapon that had been drawn by an artist from the middle ages, based on descriptions from old texts. Besides it was an old replica of the ignition key, a more recent addition to the gallery.

“Up until recently, this weapon was considered a mythological object. A fable to explain the sudden downfall of a once great region. But it turns out fact is stranger than fiction. I'm sure you are all aware that this weapon was dug up, only to be destroyed in these recent years…”

Next, mention how the war led to Kalos falling into a dark age. Don't refer to Xanthos by name; the people of this era are unaware of who he truly is. You did not see Kalos’ fall. Just like everyone else, you learned it from second-hand sources. You are an ordinary woman.

“The past usage of this weapon led Kalos into a period of ruin. The king's younger brother, the very same who had once raged war against him, took on the responsibility of helping Kalos heal, perhaps in repentance for his past actions. This is why he is called the Restoration-King. Here, we see an artist's rendition of what the king's brother may have looked like…”

The painting was in truth an inaccurate one. The detail of Xanthos’ flaming red hair had been lost to time, and so he was typically depicted with the same brown as his brother. His facial moles, round chin, and wide nose were also omitted in favor of a more “traditional” look. The Xanthos of the painting was merely a hardened warrior, while the Xanthos of reality so greatly resembled his own mother. As she gazed at the painting, one of the museum guests raised their hand. “Yes? What would you like to ask?”

“Do you know about that old movie from a while ago? The Folly of Love— that was the title.” The young girl clutched a book against her chest; a historical romance from the looks of it. “The woman in that movie… Was she someone who really existed?” Ah. It wasn’t the first time she’d been asked that question, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. She was used to it. Nerine straightened out her skirt, and replied with proper professionalism.

“Well… it is difficult to say what is true, and what isn’t, when it comes to the past. It is likely that this woman did exist in some form, but I doubt she was anything as fantastical her counterpart within the film is!”

The group began to chatter amongst itself after Nerine finished answering. Was that movie good? I’ve never watched it. I heard that someone is trying to get the rights to do a remake! The actress who plays Elodias in that movie is really pretty, but apparently she didn’t look anything like that in real life. Just an average looking girl. I bet the king was just using her, too. Why would he like someone like that? Nerine tightly gripped the fabric of her skirt. It was nothing she hadn’t heard before. She could handle this easily. Another girl raised her hand, and Nerine called on her.

“She was really in love with the king, wasn’t she?” she asked. “But… did the king love her back?”

Nerine tensed in response to the question.

“That's not…” she began, only for her words to become caught in her throat. She attempted again to speak, but though her lips moved, words would not come out.

What are you doing? Her hand reached to pull at a loose strand of her hair. Acting like that little girl you were. Stop that! You're better than this, aren't you?

“I, erm…” Nerine stammered. “I… need a moment! I apologize, it is simply— something came up! I will be back soon!”

After calling over one of her co-workers to take over the tour group, Nerine sprinted back downstairs, to the break room.

She found herself with her hands still tugging at her hair. She gripped her own coils tightly, forcing herself to pause.

She dragged herself over to her favourite chair, and sat. She slumped forward with a groan, letting her cheek rest against a cold table.

She was used to hearing such things. Questions that would have been invasive, were they not about someone who was supposed to be long dead. She had perfected her responses; she likely was real, just not in the way she’s often depicted. Modern renditions of her are often influenced by her becoming a symbol for monarchists during the time of Kalos’ revolution. No, it’s unlikely that she played any major role outside of the king enjoying her company. Yes, she supposedly disappeared from the region around the same time the king did. Yes, it was quite foolish of her to follow a man like him, wasn’t it? People make rash decisions when they are blinded by love. Did she love him? Yes, of course. Did he feel the same way towards her? Did he?

Sometimes, she didn’t know what he saw in her. She was plain and simple, with no real special talents of her own. And yet even as he grew into his kingship, he was determined to keep her around. It was possible that what he really loved was the sense of familiarity, and yet he still…

She groaned. Thinking about how she was “back then” made bile rise in her throat. So weak-willed, so easily ignored and forgotten. She spent years crafting a version of herself that would always be heard, even if it required beating her past into submission.

And yet at times, the phantom limbs of Nerine Elodias would grip her, and refuse to let go.

She lifted her head. In a few moments, she would brush her hair back down, fix up her makeup, and would resume her work as if nothing happened. She was, after all, an ordinary woman.

The long hours passed without any further mishaps.Nerine gathered up her belongings, eager to finally head out for the day. She waved goodbye to her co-workers, and headed out into Lumiose’ cool night air.

She gazed down at her watch. 6:40. The sidewalk before her stretched out and onwards. If she remembered correctly, the shop she wished to visit would be about a 15 minute walk.

Will he even still be there when I return? Nerine thought to herself as she made her way to her destination. Her heels had long grown uncomfortable, but she could surely tolerate them for just a moment longer. It may be weeks, or even months before I see him again.

Still, she continued on, and the shop she intended to visit came into view. A clothing boutique located within an old, elaborate building. The last time she visited, she had been shopping for Lysandre.Though it has been some time since then, the place still seemed unchanged. Though some signs of wear existed on the wooden fixtures attached to the boutique, it added to the charm of the design. She entered.

Being later in the day, only a few other patrons seemed to be shopping. A clerk gasped upon recognizing her. Shooing away some of her younger employees, she bounded towards Nerine. “Miss Nerine!” she said, “It’s been ages! You know, I was beginning to expect you’d forgotten about me and this little shop.” “Of course not,” Nerine replied, “I just didn’t have any excuse to come by. At least, not until…” “Not until?” “Well, I’m… shopping for a friend of mine,” she explained. For some reason, referring to him in that way flustered her.

“A friend?” the shop clerk's curiosity was clearly piqued. “What kind of friend is he?? Oh— let me rephrase. What kind of style does he go for?”

“He's... very tall, so that makes buying clothes a struggle for him,” Nerine began, “He prefers clothing that's a bit loose. Um…he's had a hard time lately, and hasn't been able to dress how he likes, but I think I would describe his personal style as classy, but comfortable.”

“And he's … a little picky when it comes to colours. He likes orange and green the most.” she paused, suddenly recalling an old memory. “There was one time where someone came to him, offering the finest, embroidered vest, imported from a distant land… but he rejected it simply because it was purple! He said a colour like that would've looked better on me…”

“Did he, now?” the shop clerk gave her a knowing smile. “I’m certain we can find something that suits him! Come along this way— we actually got a new collection in store not too long ago!” Nerine nodded, and followed behind the old woman. This would be a quick venture; she was quite enthused by the idea of returning home.

Though she had only intended to get a few items, the excitement of clothes shopping for the first time in a while overwhelmed her. The bag she now carried was heavy, bagged down with all manner of items. Mostly warm clothing, a variety of knit sweaters, corduroy pants, and even a wool scarf.

He’d be upset if he knew how much I spent on him… Nerine sighed as she dragged herself over to a park bench to rest. But I don’t care. He can’t keep wearing those rags forever! The bench made an exaggerated groan when she sat on it, causing Nerine to frown. It would be just my luck if it broke now, wouldn’t it…?

As she sat, Nerine reached into the bag containing an assortment of clothing items, until she clutched an oversized sweater. Bundling it into her arms, and buried her face against it. The slightly floral scent of an expensive shopping center still clung to it. It was a great contrast from AZ, who up until the moment she made him bathe, smelled of dirt, sweat, and old clothing. She didn't mind it as much as she should have. Even as she washed his usual rags the night before, she found herself hugging his favourite green scarf.

Though she had invited him to come and visit, she was still surprised when he actually appeared on her doorstep, rain soaked and wall-eyed. Before she heard his knocking, she'd drifted off to sleep while watching her favourite show— a rather frequent experience for her.

Sometimes, she struggled to remember he was once a king. His shabby, pitiful appearance hid a powerful sense of will. The strength to bring his dearest friend back from death, then to spend the next 3000 years searching for her.

She often wondered about him. His lonely existence, his constant longing. A love that was wider than an ocean, and just as deep.

She would be lying if she said she could comprehend his dedication. She loved Floette as well, and always had. But his devotion was something far more powerful than a simple girl like her could wrap her head around.

I care about her as well. His grief when she passed… I felt it as well. Nerine clutched the sweater closer. She remembered the feeling of her arms around his body, and the alarm she felt as his frailness — as if at any moment, he would waste away. I would never wish him apart from her; a symbol of his mother's adoration for him. But I do wonder if there's any room for me in that heart of his. I think there was, once upon a time. But now…

Nerine turned her gaze skywards, where the new moon rose high above. She had made her life full in order to forget her want, but now that things were slow again, she could think of nothing but desire.

With a sigh, she summoned Aries from her Pokeball. Clutching her shopping bag in one hand, she climbed the Corviknight’s back, and ascended into the starry sky.

Back at her home, Nerine pushed open the old manor door, her limbs weary. “It is freezing today…” she sighed. She kicked off her heels, and tossed aside her vest and the hairbow she wore with her work uniform.

She expected the usual; to be greeted with a mew from Clytie in an otherwise quiet house.To her surprise, her TV was on, playing a dull film. And not only that, the scent that lingered in the air was a delicious one, rich and buttery.

“It smells good in here…” but why…? Curious, she made her way over to the dining room. “Aza…?” She curiously peeked inside the room at first, then a soft oh! escaped her. AZ stood near the dining table, which had been decorated in her finer dishware. Sweet champagne accompanied a plate of pasta that had been set out for her.

“Nerine…” AZ coughed into his hand, his face reddening. Despite all the work he’d put into preparing dinner for her, he was still dressed in his pajamas. “Floette and I wished to thank you for your kindness the other night, and so, we have made you dinner. I hope everything is to your tastes…” “O-oh! That's … that's very sweet of you.” Nerine said. She swayed gently, uncertain of what more to say. She was surprised to even see him, let alone have a home cooked meal from him. “Of course… I am eternally your servant.”

Nerine blushed, her gaze focused down at the floor. “I’m going to go get changed before I sit down and eat, but… here, this is for you.” She thrust the shopping bag into his arms, and watched as AZ’s arms slumped with the weight of it.. He peered into it, his head slightly tilted, and lifted the new scarf she’d purchased from within it.

“I know I probably should have told you what I was planning on doing,” Nerine began, “But I know you would’ve tried to stop me. Said it’s something you don’t deserve. Well, to me, it’s not a matter of whether or not you deserve it. It’s simply… something I wanted to do for you as someone who cares about you. I hope you can accept it.”

“Ah… thank you.” He smiled, warm and gentle. She felt her heart racing at the sight of it. “For you, Lady Nerine, I will try to believe that I am worthy of such kindness.” Nerine nodded in response. She was quick to rush off to her bedroom, hoping to hide her own excitement. He does care about me! Her mind was a twisted knot of thoughts, though few were comprehensible to her. I knew that. Of course he cares about me! So why was it so hard to…?

Nerine slipped into her favourite nightgown, intending to match AZ’s own casual style. She laughed to herself, surprised by her own eagerness. It wouldn’t be their first time sharing a meal together, but hopefully it wouldn’t be their last. I hope he knows I appreciate him, too…

When she returned to the dining room, she found AZ already seated, waiting for her. He glanced at her shoulder, where the strap of her nightgown had fallen aside, then looked away with a cough. She sat across from him, and found she couldn’t keep herself from smiling. “The champion came by today, as well as some of her friends…” Nerine began, “They heard the museum had recently been donated a new painting of you, and wanted to see it…”

After dinner, Nerine had intended to retire for the night. Instead, she was laying in her bed, staring straight up at the ceiling. He stayed for her. He did something kind for her. She had kissed her forehead that morning, and when she sat to join him later, she saw the brief look of desire he’d given her. In his old age, he’d become much more timid. In the past, he was always so eager to sneak away with her. To kiss her in the halls of the palace that saw little use, and hold her close. Of course, she understood why he had changed. 3000 years spent desiring a single thing, and just now relearning how to have other wants. Still, she could not help but to think of the deep contrast between then and now.

On her bed, Clytie was curled up into a ball, snoring. Nerine reached over to stroke her, and watched as she woke up, then stretched her long body out. “You’ve always been a light sleeper, haven’t you?” she said. “You’ll even wake up if I move even just a little bit.” She reached over, pulling Clytie closer onto her lap. The Espeon mewed in response, her voice pitching as if she were asking a question.

“Do you think he's awake, too? He probably is. His sleep schedule is a mess…” Nerine lifted Clytie above her head. In response, the Espeon made a soft noise of complaint. “Do you think I should go see him? I should, shouldn't I?”

Nerine set Clytie down beside her, and planted a small kiss onto her forehead before standing up from her bed.

As she predicted, she saw a soft glow from her living room; the sign of the TV still being on. Slowly, she walked over, her footsteps soft so that she would not disturb him. AZ was spread out on her couch, his long legs awkwardly dangling over the floor. On the coffee table, Floette attempted to stay focused on the film they watched together, but was clearly struggling.

When AZ noticed her, he lifted his head slightly in acknowledgement.

“I was wondering if you would still be awake… I tried to sleep, but as you can see, it didn’t work out…”, she yawned, “what are you watching?”

“I’m not sure,” AZ admitted, and Nerine laughed at his blunt answer.

She pondered for a moment, then came closer to him. Her eyes scanned over his body; from the lazy ponytail he'd put his untamed hair in, to his comfortable sweater which, while oversized, did not fully cover his arms. Some day, she would take his measurements and get him something custom made, she concluded.

Silently, she crawled into his lap and laid her head against his shoulder. She could feel AZ shift, and suddenly his hand was attached to the back of her head, idly playing with her soft curls.

“I am overjoyed to have you in my arms again,” he sighed. She could feel her face warm at his statement, and the sense of want dripping from his voice. “ when I awoke this morning to find you gone, I felt somewhat distressed...”

“Oh… I’m sorry,” Nerine replied, “I didn’t want to wake you…I know you have trouble sleeping some days.”

“And I would not want you to be late for work for my sake! I will have to refresh myself on your schedule.”

“I’ll tell you about it tomorrow,” Nerine said with a nod, “I have no desire to talk about my job right now.”

She glanced towards the TV. A romantic scene played as a blood-soaked and haggard warrior embraced his deceased lover, the sickly colour of poison clinging to her lip. When she gazed at Floette laid out on the table, she’d finally fallen asleep.

“...You know, I expected to come back and find you gone. You never liked to stay in one place for long, especially if it wasn’t a necessity for you.” Nerine drummed her fingers against his shoulder, her voice nearly inaudible. “I didn’t want you to. I hoped you would stay.”

“Is that so?”

“N— not that I would have been upset if you had somewhere else to be! I just…”

“I’m glad,” he interrupted, “I had assumed you would be happier were I to leave; I do not wish to be a bother to you. I am glad that you enjoy my presence.”

“Of course. We’re…” Nerine paused, frowning. “Well, we’re rather close, aren’t we?”

“Very close,” AZ agreed. He lifted her chin so that her gaze would be fixed on him. Her breath hitched, her bottom lip wavering. His thumb brushed gently over her lip, pressing into the soft, pink-toned skin. “I am glad to be close to you, my Nerine.”

She watched his mouth part with an inaudible gasp, as if he'd recalled something. His own eyes gazed back at her with a rare gentleness.

He leaned towards her, and Nerine did the same; their lips met, and Nerine felt electricity running down her spine, filling every small nook of her being. She whimpered against him, and prayed he did not hear it.

“I apologize…” AZ said in a hushed whisper, “I find it difficult to restrain myself around you.”

“It’s…” Nerine began, though her voice cracked. “It’s fine…”

Unsure of what more to say, hid her face in the fabric of his sweater. She could hear him laugh softly before resting his hands on her lower back in a loose hug. It was almost strange. They’d spent so long apart, and yet interacting with him like this… it felt as if she had truly come home.

…it would be okay if he stayed for just a little bit longer, wouldn't it…?

#📜 manuscripts #eternalflowershipping #some of the dialogue is the same bc its the same day just from nerine's pov 🙇🏾‍♀️ anyways please enjoy #also Yes this is titled after the voca.loid song <3

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-- Day 9; Stockings (Song Mingi x Fem!Reader)

The people called for Mingi, and so I deliver to you, Song Mingi. And yes, this is from my Kinktober prompt from last year- This is also halfway edited, ending might feel a little rushed? Idk I'll come back to this... maybe. - Kinktober ML Main ML Warnings; Fem-bodied reader, she/her pronouns, squirting, m! and f! oral receiving/giving, unprotected sex (only allowed in reading don't do irl!), thigh-riding/fucking, reader flashes Mingi on accident oops- 1.6k

Y/n looked herself up and down in the mirror, not knowing how she felt about the fabric adorning her legs. A few weeks back, she and her friends went shopping just before settling for drinks. A now monthly routine they had slowly accustomed to. On that night, when she was home the girl haphazardly threw the bags in a corner of her room. Only remembering the new items thirty minutes ago. She sat on her bed, pant less, with nothing but a cream colored sweater and a brand new pair of white stockings. Y/n had purchased many types of stockings in the past, ranging from boring long black socks to pink ones with bows adorning the edges. However, her plush thighs spilling over the top now occupied her thoughts.

The bitter silence was the first thing Mingi noticed when he walked into the girls home. Usually, the TV was playing or maybe music but not one noise sounded through the house. Did she forget he was headed over? Mingi began to think she was gone and headed to lounge on her couch. He stopped mid-way hearing a loud sigh come from the hallway leading towards her room.

“Y/n, you here?” Mingi’s loud voice tore the girl away from her thoughts, completely forgetting entirely what she was just doing.

“Yeah, I’m in my room,” She yelled back at him, his footsteps now making way towards her open door.

“Hey, what 'cha doin’?” Mingi’s head peaked in, his newly dyed platinum hair shining in the sun that peeked through her window.

“I forgot about these new clothes I bought, for some reason I don’t know if I like these new socks,” She looked down at her legs with a confused glare in her eyes. Mingi’s eyes trailed down her figure, breath hitching at the white, lacy stockings. The lace at the top kept bunching together as her thighs pushed over the tight section that stopped mid thigh. Mingi’s hands bunched together as he quickly brought his eyes back to her face. Stopping the thoughts of his large hands gathering the soft skin.

“I think they look fine,” He said after shamelessly clearing his throat. The poor girl was just as clueless as Mingi sometimes. Like in this situation, both are clueless to the effect they have on each other. Y/n’s new item flutters something in Mingi’s stomach and his complement makes way to hers.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. They’re kind of itchy,” The girl lifted her leg to start removing the increasingly uncomfortable stockings. In this process, accidentally flashing the man in her room.

“Oh my god Y/n,” Mingi’s eyes flew shut at what he saw and the sudden air flow in her lower area reminded her, she wasn’t wearing and pants or underwear.

“Mingi I’m so sorry,” Her legs flew down, a blush flushing her cheeks. In different circumstances she wouldn’t have minded, but this was an accident. There’s no telling how uncomfortable Mingi was right now.

“Can I please say something, you can hate me, think I'm gross and everything but you have such a pretty pussy,” Mingi’s hands flew to his face, a fire building up his neck as he rambled. Those words dug a deeper pit into Y/n’s stomach. Mingi was always prone to complimenting the girl, it was his second nature, but those words took this situation a bit further.

“You can get a better look if you’d like Mingi,” Her words came out barely above a whisper. Mingi’s eyes popped open, his pants growing increasingly tighter.

“I can?” He asked breathlessly. His hands grew clammy, his heart pounding at his chest. With a nod of her head and the slow opening of her legs, the tall male quickly walked over and dove down to her. He hovered over her face before dropping to her increasingly wet pussy, shoving his face into her, inhaling the sweet smell of her sex.

“Fuck,” Mingi growled, feeling pre-cum gather in his boxers. He couldn’t worry about that right now, all he wanted was a taste.

“Can I taste you?” Mingi asked, his breath airing over her cunt.

“Please,” She whined at the male, one of her hands flying to his hair as his lips came in contact with her clit.

“Fuck me, Mingi!” His pace was relentless. Her high was coming embarrassingly fast with the way he sucked and rolled his tongue around her clit. The pleasure was numbing her thighs, unable to feel the forming bruises Mingi brought upon them. Cream coated Mingi’s tongue as she came, but he didn’t stop or slow down. She clenched around nothing when his tongue occasionally slipped inside, curling around and slipping out returning to the torture on her clit.

“Mingi!” She gasped at him, her high increasing even after just cumming. Her back arched, pushing Mingi away as a clear liquid coated his face. He let out a loud groan, grasping his clothed cock as she covered him in her essence. His once light grey tee now darkened around his neck, cum covering his face. Mingi looked down at the dazed girl, her breathing labored as she came down from her high. Y/n looked down to see Mingi palming himself and with that she weakly pushed herself up, which caught Mingi’s attention.

“Wanna make you feel good,” She said, replacing his hands with her own. Her hands softly pulled at his sweats and Mingi lifted himself, allowing her to pull out his desperate cock. A pathetic whine left his lips as her thumb met the tip, running it along the slit and wiping away the pre-cum stuck to it. His head flew back as she slid her hand further and took him down her throat. Mingi was long just as he was thick, popping him from her mouth she allowed spit to fall from it. Using the spit to jerk the other half of him she couldn’t fit in her mouth. His hands found a refugee wrapped in her hair. His stomach clenched as her throat swallowed around him, his high growing near. His hips twitched as he filled her throat with cum, pushing himself farther down her throat in the process. Y/n pushed his thighs, his cock and cum flooding out with a grotesque gurgle.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” Mingi rushed to the girl, but she grabbed his hands.

“Mingi I need you to fuck me, please,” Her voice was hoarse and it drove him crazy.

“Keep those on,” He grunted in her ear. Her hands stopped fiddling with the long socks covering most of her plush thighs. Mingi then picked her up and flipped them around. Her bare cunt now flushed against his bare thigh.

“Fuck yourself on it,” Mingi’s eyes met hers as he guided her hips around his thigh. He groaned at her slick coating his thigh, small mewls now left the girls throat as Mingi continued a slow pace. Then he tensed his thigh, pushing her further into him.

“Mingi,” Y/n whined, she wanted more unfortunately Mingi wanted to see the girl fall apart one more time before she came on his cock. His lips came in contact with her neck, before deciding he was tired of her cute sweater. He pulled it off and in return she pulled at his while still grinding on his thigh. As she worked herself, Mingi removed his own shirt allowing her to run her fingers down his chest. The action caused him to shiver as her nails scratched his abdomen. Lips had now found their way back to her neck trailing down to her breast. As Mingi kneaded at one, his mouth enveloped the other one rolling his tongue around it just as he did to her clit moments before.

“Mingi, i’mma cum again,” The girl above him cried, throwing her head back as she continually fucked herself on his large thigh. He could feel her wetness run down his leg and his cock was red and hard all over again from watching her use him.

“Cum on my thigh baby, you’re doing so well for me,” His deep voice rang in her ears, she chanted his name like a mantra as she chased her next high. Her eyes rolled back and her body seized, cumming on the blonde male once again. Before she was able to regain a normal state, she was placed below Mingi. He had propped her waist on a pillow before pressing himself along her back.

“You’ll tell me to stop if it hurts, right? I need words baby,” He voiced into her ear.

“I will,” Y/n’s voice sounded almost gone as she spoke. It was raspy and shaky, Mingi wondered what she’d sound like once he was done filling her. Mingi rubbed his cock through her folds before slowly pushing into the girl. Y/n moaned as he stretched her out perfectly ruining her cunt for anyone else.

“So full,” She moaned as Mingi bottomed her out. Mingi’s mind was in shambles trying not to move as she clenched around him, but he needed her to move first. It was only mere seconds before Y/n’s body wiggled back to him encouraging him to move. He held himself a little longer letting out a guttural moan he towered over her, watching her increasingly fuck herself on his cock. Mingi’s patience snapped as he grabbed the girl's wrist, pinning them above her as he roughly pounded his cock into her weeping pussy. Y/n could no longer form words, just loud moans as Mingi’s hand made his way to her swollen clit. The constant pleasure building in her stomach caused her to shake at her final orgasm. Her pussy pushed out Mingi’s cock and squirted once again, now coating the male's lower half.

At this point, Mingi didn’t know if she could handle another one so he pushed her thighs together, using the previous liquids to fuck her soft thighs. Mingi came, his seed running down onto her plush covers and brand new stockings.

“Well, if it makes you feel better I don’t think you’ll be able to wear these stockings again,” -

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