#otp: you tangle me up

[dylanconrique]

sleepy chenford cuddles in tim’s bed will send me into the deepest, darkest coma. like, you might as well pull the plug now.

[rafedaddy01]

Rafe eating you out while ur otp with Sarah

Loved this idea! Added my own little twist.

You and Rafe were laying in his bed. It was morning and you were still asleep, Rafe was sitting on his phone scrolling through his feed. A loud phone call had woken you from your slumber, you reached over and grabbed the phone. Seeing Sarah’s name woke you up.

“Hey Sarah” you yawned as she answered you.

“Oh yeah, I forgot we were doing that today” you said as she reminded you of your plans. “No way” you said as she started talking about something John B had done.

Meanwhile Rafe was sad about not getting a morning kiss or any attention really, so he started kissing your neck, you laid your head back and listened to your friend vent about her problems in your ear. “Mhm” you said to Sarah. Rafes kisses went lower and lower until his head was under the sheets, planted right in between your legs.

Sarah’s voice long forgotten as she blabbered in your ear about the pouges and the gold and random drama you really didn’t give a shit about. “Oh yeah!” You slipped out a moan as Rafes tongue slid in between your folds and up to your clit, wrapping his lips around and sucking. “You okay?” Sarah asked through the phone. “Ha yeah I’m fine.” You breathed as Rafe smirked. He loved making you fall apart for him and right now he loved how he was distracting you even more. “Fuck! Sarah let me call you back” you threw the phone aside and brought your hands to grip Rafes hair. He moaned at the rough grip and sent euphoric vibrations through your body causing you to arch your back.

“Close-“ you warned as your breath hitched. You grinded down onto Rafes face as he devoured you beautifully. Face full of your cunt, he slipped his tongue inside you and you gushed all over his tongue.

“There you go princess” he soothed as your high hit you like a truck. He lapped up at the mess he made and kissed his way up to you lips. Tangling your plump ones to his soft ones. Tasting yourself on his tongue you moaned at the taste.

“I love you” he said. “I love you too” you answered.

“You guys are disgusting” Sarah answered from the phone that had been thrown without disconnecting.

@baby19sthings

[bro-atz]

otp [bro's 500 — mingi]

[work rivals, smut, idol!au, mingi/afab!reader]

requested by: 🍒

word count: 1.6k

content: smut, dressing room sex, lowkey aggressive, mingi's kinda a tease?, completely consensual!

Mingi was pissed. He was done with you. Seriously. He didn’t think he’d come to resent someone like you— well, he never thought that he would be an Inkigayo MC, and he certainly did not think you would be his co-MC, so all the events leading to him being annoyed with you were just twist after relentless twist.

The two of you were done with recording, but before you could even think about going back to your dressing room to get into your street clothes and go home with your manager, Mingi grabbed you and pulled you into his dressing room, his chest heaving as he tried to calm his angry breathing.

“What the hell, Y/N?!” he hissed as he pinned you against the door— and, no, not like kabedon, but painfully with your shoulder blades being pressed in an uncomfortable way against the door. “Are you trying to make me look like shit right now?”

“Why? Is it working?” you asked cheekily with a scowl on your face.

“Shut the fuck up. This isn’t funny, you know.”

“I thought it was hilarious.”

“Making me look like an absolute idiot on TV is not fucking funny— you tricked me with that question, and you know it,” Mingi huffed out. He let go of you abruptly and nearly started yelling, “What is your problem?! Why are you suddenly acting like this, anyway! We were fine up until a week ago, so what the hell?”

“I just think we should stop being fake on camera, you know?” you told him. “Fans are starting to write fanfiction about us.”

“So?”

“What do you mean “so”? I don’t like that we’re being shipped when we clearly hate each other.”

“We hate each other?”

“Of course we do! What the fuck— we’ve been at each others’ throats since we both debuted! Do you think that’s not hate?!”

“You hate me?”

“Well, it’s clear that you hate me because why else would you be so rude—”

But before you could even finish, Mingi grabbed you again. He pulled you into his arms and kissed you fiercely, his hands grasping your waist desperately as he made it very clear he had no intention of letting go. And, instead of fighting back, to his delight, you kissed him back. You held onto the back of his neck and pulled him even closer to you, your kisses getting more feverish by the second.

“Y/N, I…” Mingi breathed out, his lips leaving yours to convey his thoughts. “I don’t hate you.”

“Mingi…”

“And I’m sorry if I made you think that I do, but that’s not it at all… I mean, you annoy the fuck out of me sometimes, but that doesn’t mean I hate you or anything, it just means—”

“Mingi,” you interrupted.

“What?”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

A growl rumbled in the back of Mingi’s throat as he pulled you into him, his lips passionately tangling with yours as you commanded. His hands went under your thighs and pulled you up so that he was carrying you, your legs wrapping around his waist and your fingers getting tangled in his hair as you clung to him.

He carried you to the vanity table and pushed aside whatever was scattered along the countertop to sit you down, your back pressing against the mirror as he leaned so far into you that you nearly hit your head against the mirror. His sloppy kisses persisted as he flipped up your skirt and groped your thighs with so much intensity you felt like he was going to rip your muscles off.

“You— You got protection, right?” you gasped out when you felt his fingers stroke your pussy through your wet panties.

“Of course, darling,” Mingi smirked against your lips. “Now, tell me. What did those fanfictions say?”

“W-what?”

“You had to have read them if you know they exist. Tell me— what did I do to you in those?”

Mingi pulled your panties off one leg and pushed that leg up, forcing you to let it rest on the table. His fingers continued to stroke your cunt, his nails teasing you slightly as they slipped in and out of your folds.

“I d-didn’t read them, Mingi,” you whimpered.

“Then tell me this,” Mingi’s low voice somehow got lower. He kissed you sporadically as he started to focus more on making your pussy happy as he continued, “What do you want me to do to you?”

“Fuck me silly,” you groaned lightly as you clung to his shoulders, his fingers slowly slipping into you. “I want you to be rough and fuck me so hard that I can’t walk.”

“And what if I say no?” he teased.

“Mingi, you better fucking do it, or I’ll make you look way worse on camera next time.”

“You should be careful with what you wish for, princess,” Mingi’s voice rumbled as he roughly shoved three fingers into you, making your back arch and your entire body move towards his.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back as he trailed his lips down your neck— his mouth was partly open as he did so, and it looked like he was going to leave a trail of hickeys in their wake, but no. He teased the everloving shit out of you. While his fingers were completely tearing you up inside— his massive rings definitely making things feel so much more intense— his lips just ghosted over your skin, building the irritation and tension in your stomach.

He finally stopped teasing you when he pulled up your shirt, and he left painfully sweet hickeys on your breasts, in your cleavage, your under-boob, and along your ribs. You did your best to stifle your sighs of pleasure the more Mingi catered to you, your nails digging into his shoulders in the process. You could feel your head begin to enter the clouds, and your vision started blurring, only for the man to keep you from cumming when he quickly withdrew his fingers.

“Fucking Christ, Mingi— you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? Hurry!” you complained.

“Just wait, Y/N,” Mingi grunted as he grabbed his wallet from his pocket.

He quickly grabbed the stashed condom in there and tossed his wallet aside before hurriedly rolling the condom on, your eyes widening as you got a good look at his immense size when he whipped his cock out in the first place. Then, without so much of a warning, Mingi shoved that immense size of his into your pussy. You almost screamed, but Mingi’s lips consumed yours before you could, your cries getting muffled in his mouth.

“You need to stay quiet, darling,” Mingi hushed— he had yet to move, his throbbing cock just beating away between your tight walls.

“Hurry, Mingi, just move already,” you whimpered as shifted your own waist slightly.

One hand on the vanity countertop and the other under your thigh, Mingi held on tightly as he began to move. He wasn’t fully pushing his length into you yet, and he was taking his sweet time. You would’ve yelled at him to go faster, but you stopped when you saw the dark, intense look on his face. He was looking up at you, seemingly glaring, but he was huffing slightly as he showed an insane amount of self-restraint. His hold on you was getting tighter with every thrust, and after doing his best to ruin you gently, a single bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face, breaking the guy.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, I can’t hold back,” Mingi hissed before holding you with a firmer grip and ramming his waist into yours.

Your entire body lurched, and loud screams and cries threatened to escape your soul as he thrust into you so hard that the entire vanity shook. You clung to him for dear life as he thrust upwards, his cock hitting your cervix perfectly. Instantly, your vision went blank, and you came hard, your pussy convulsing and clenching tightly.

“Oh, shit,” Mingi gasped and choked out as the feeling of your pussy squeezing his cock just right sent him over the edge.

Within seconds, Mingi’s cock shook and trembled, cum oozing into the condom as he shoved himself as deep inside you as he possibly could. The two of you remained in place as you panted and caught your breath, Mingi’s arms pinning you in place. You unlatched yourself from his shoulders and attempted to move away, only for his hands to swiftly wrap around you and hold you against him tightly. He pressed his lips against yours at first desperately, but then sweetly, his lips threatening to pull into a smile as he kissed you over and over again. You brought your own arms over his shoulders and kissed him back, unable to get enough of his soft, plump lips.

“For someone who hates me, you seem to enjoy this a lot,” Mingi couldn’t help but tease.

“Oh, shut up,” you retorted, a hint of laughter in your voice. “You seemed to like it way more for someone who was pissed with me earlier.”

“…Water under the bridge.”

“Yeah, okay.”

You giggled slightly and pushed the man away from you, noting the slight frown on his face as you put your clothes back together. After the two of you got fully dressed, you stretched out a little. Your waist and back were extremely sore— though you tried to make sure Mingi didn’t notice— but your legs were solid.

“Hey, Mingi?”

“Yeah?”

“I can still walk,” you said as you started walking to the door of the dressing room.

Before you could leave, Mingi pinned you against the door, and this time, it was definitely kabedon. He tucked his fingers under your chin and tilted your heat up to meet his gaze— his sincere, intense gaze.

“I guess we’ll have to do this again sometime, darling.” 

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Five Fics Friday: July 12/24

Happy Friday, gang! Hope y'all had a great week and are as happy as I am to start the weekend! Check out these fics and be sure to give all the authors some love!

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[renjihoe]

My Thoughts on Juvia and Gray’s Relationship.

May contain spoilers for the anime & 100yq manga but I’ll be as vanilla about it as possible. This is a long one so get comfy.

A few years ago, I used to be upset at the fact that Gruvia took so long to happen. But now that I’m older and I’ve hyper fixated on the couple long enough, I’ve learned to appreciate their relationship for what it is now and for what it was in the beginning. From the start I’ve always shipped Gruvia but I never expected them to be together in the first place, PLUS I only shipped them because I honestly just liked the idea of them being together. Liking the idea of a couple and the couple actually being good together is two different things and I knew that. My initial thought was “how funny would it be if they actually got together”. Kinda like a gag if you will. But overtime I started to REALLY appreciate their build up. There are plenty of couples out there in popular anime who’s relationships parallel to Gruvia, (the girl or guy is deeply in love and the other party pays them no mind). But what I really hate about relationships like that is when they get slapped together at the end just to please an audience. If Mashima did the same thing, I could honestly say I probably wouldn’t be shipping Juvia and Gray to this day, but luckily for me and other Gruvia fans he did not go that route. People say that fans forced Gruvia to be canon which is just not true since FROM THE BEGINNING of the series, Gray was told by the fortune teller that he would be tangled up with a water woman in the near future. Plus the simple fact that their characters were designed to match each others (water and ice), Juvia is also a semi-yandere (I only say semi because Juvia won’t actually do anything to hurt Gray or the others she cares about) and Gray is a Tsundere. In the beginning Gray was honestly just a dick to Juvia, but that was more for comedic effect which me being a hard core Gruvia fan at the time, sometimes I didn’t appreciate. But now a days I really do appreciate the comedy between the two characters because I’ve realized there is a good balance between their comedy and the seriousness of how they actually feel about each other. You could even call Gruvia a slow burn but in my eyes the pacing is perfect and very realistic.

Here are my thoughts on Gruvia from Gray’s perspective. Gray was pretty compassionate towards Juvia when they first met, even though they were enemies, Juvia of course gets love at first sight. As they get to know each other, Juvia’s love grows more and more intense and in Gray’s eyes it comes across as pushy. Though I personally saw her love for him being a “I see you need love, let me love you” type thing. He slowly (very slowly lmao) warms up to Juvia and they start going on jobs together and forming a close friendship, to the point where they would rather go on jobs together instead of with the rest of the team.

And then the plot starts to get a bit heavier and so does their relationship. Juvia and Gray have multiple occasions where they make protecting each other their main mission. But two particular scenes stood out to me in the last two anime arcs. Juvia sacrifices her relationship with Gray to do what was best for him, we all know the scene so I won’t go into details for the sake of time and spoilers. But in that moment that’s when I decided I didn’t ship them just because the idea was cute, I shipped them because they NEEDED each other. Juvia finally understood Gray and his history, while Gray not only understood his festering feelings for her BUT he got the closure he deserved of his family, all thanks to Juvia. Although there were subtle hints that Gray started to develop feelings way earlier on than this scene, THIS is when he knew for sure how he felt.

The last and finally scene that pretty much sealed the deal for them being my otp was when they both sacrifice themselves to save each other. **cries 😭** We got a full length scene of them damn near confessing how much they meant to each other. We all know what happens at the end of that scene, then Gray makes a promise to Juvia and that was to take her feelings more seriously. The thought of him loosing someone else he loved definitely shocked him into reality and broke that Tsundere spell that was casted on to him by the creators…well kinda. In the anime Gray eventually confesses his feelings in a round about way and I HATED IT! I just wanted him to lay it all out there on the table. But maturing is realizing that, that actually wasn’t the confession and that’s apparent in 100yq.

Although I would love for them to just be together already, I appreciate Mashima and Ueda taking their time with this couple and really putting emphasis on their shared character/relationship development. I also appreciate that we get this development through Gray’s perspective, it adds a bit more to them as a couple. In conclusion, I’m lonely and I want what they have. No but seriously I’m soaking up every bit we get from Gruvia! Since Gruvia days is coming up, I had planned on doing a relationship/couple analysis from Gray’s perspective but this honestly sums it up lol!

[sailorspica]

reijean v-day 💝⚔️

see vee's prompt graphic for this. i tag anyone in any fandom, i want to hear about your OTP!!

💝 favorite canon scene:

these panels in the 57th scouting expedition right here.

in the anime the only internal monologue we get is from jearmin, which is a big rewatch tell of oh shit! why are reiner's thoughts private (armored hehe). but the ONE time, ONE time we get reiner's thoughts in this arc in the manga... it's about jean. and it's not like he takes over narration like armin did when he encounters annie alone, or like jean does once these three meet up. it's just one stray 💭 of "jean really... is different."

sure, other characters note jean's maturity since joining the corps, but recognition from reiner stands out here as a vote of confidence from marcel!reiner, AND four years later: when he still describes jean as "an irresponsible jerk who only ever thought of himself," even though reiner knows first hand that jean grew so, so much after trost. and it's his fault.

💝 a song that reminds you of them:

i previously posted SASAMI's I Was a Window, but another one that screams reijean to me is Till Death by Japanese Breakfast. briefly, it's about marriage, but she wrote a whole book about the context that this song and her relationship come from, which i highly recommend.

so many images in it are so post-rumbling to me: "get these days to go by like the swaying of a ship," (the studio recording starts with ocean sounds); "sing me to sleep, soothe this insomnia"; "your embrace healing my wounds / teach me to breathe, teach me to move." the beginning of verse 2, "steering on hostile waves of panic, like fighting a wheel that pulls to the right" makes me think of a later jbrekkie song, Slide Tackle, which IS reiner.

💝 favorite official picture/graphic:

back to back on the vol. 32 alliance cover baby!!

💝 favorite fanfic:

i have to say two:

vermin by @oxygenbefore1775: delicious cadet days, delicious fucked up time in reiner POV, delicious, smart tangling with the technological/material/cultural gaps between the walls and the rest of the world. how much of RBA's deep cover is culture shock? the total lack of guile jean has while running roughshod over the land mines in reiner's head with just "bunny." god.

from shiganshina with love by @fromriches-tosin: this is really the one that lured me in. it feels like a locked room, three-hander play, when even being in the wide open air (well, not reiner) is claustrophobic because two characters are intertwined and dug into one another. and as someone who has inhaled shelves' worth of eruri fic and doujinshi, vee's levi is one of my favorites.

💝 favorite fanart:

oh, this and everything by @mikibagels. one thing about reijean that goes so hard is jean's growth spurt, cadet and post-rumbling reijean both have height difference. similar vein, @valmendy illustrating reiner's flirting from never let me go: "i feel like i missed out on my little brother growing up." hello???

💝 why i ship:

i binged the anime so late, just in time for season 4, and when the finale came out i could hardly think of anything other than "we're scouts, we don't know when to quit."

back in my day (i'm turning 27 this month), one dude beating up another in shounen launched a ship, a fleet of ships, and kept it afloat for years, but yams gave us their more obvious, huge interactions in the last... fifteen chapters. but there's so much history between them that screams to be noticed on initial reread and rewatch: the reijearmin (horrendous throuple name) date that was the female titan arc, that jean keeps his cool when the 104th hop on the armored as reibert and ymir try to flee, the whole return to shiganshina, the echo i come back to of "the jean kirchstein i know only thinks of himself."

with jean's OVA, they're the characters whose moms we see the most of besides carla jaeger??? the difference between karina and jean's mother is vast, yet their sons turned out so similar, despite it all. so caring, so haunted by that care. jean takes his leadership in the post-time skip survey corps so seriously, he agonizes over his field leadership in trost, while reiner feels like he killed marcel and bertolt and doomed annie, and in his lowest, lowest moments still manages to protect and worry for falco and gabi.

also, another big why: you people. this is such a cozy pontoon. 😘 happy valentine's day!!!

[m3gahet]

11, murdertooth

Once again not even remotely edited. Murderface is fun to write but he's also the easiest for me to write...what does that say about me.

11. Write about your otp waking up together + murdertooth 

He wakes up with Toki's hair in his mouth again. 

“God fucking-” He grumbles as he lamely attempts to remove the strands now stuck by his own drool. It's fucking gross. “Toki, move.” He orders in a groan, attempting to shove down the other's shoulders. Toki's muscular arms just squeeze him tighter, refusing to move with a soft whine. 

This always happens when Toki spends the night. It's bad enough how fucking gay it all is, two dudes sharing a bed, but on top of that Toki, the brat he is, insists he get to sleep on Murderface's chests and look where he ends up? 

Hair in his goddamn mouth. 

“Toki, I swear to god-” he warns this time earning a high pitched “no” rather than another whine. If he wasn't so tired he would have tried harder - 

But then Toki presses a soft kiss to his chest, and he can feel calloused thumbs rub circles into his side's. 

“Five mores minutes?” 

His voice is soft as he just barely lifts his head from Murderface's chest to pout. 

This.mother.fucker. 

“Fine! Fine! Fucking whatever.” He buckles and he can feel Toki's smug smile against his skin. 

“Thank yous, William.” 

“What fucking ever.” He growls but his hands decide to tangle in Toki's hair and his heart quickens at the others hum of approval. 

[sage-nebula]

For the character ask game: Whisper the Wolf!

Thank you so much!!

How I feel about this character:

Summed up in a single image:

She can do no wrong in my eyes. And even when she does do wrong, that's OK and I forgive her 💜

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

I headcanon that Claire (from the OG Diamond Cutters, RIP) was her first girlfriend. And then of course, Tangle is her current girlfriend.

But I also like shipping her with Lanolin. 👀 Don't get me wrong, I don't think this would be a particularly healthy relationship. I think they would both enable each other's worst tendencies without realizing that's what they're doing, even as they tried to help each other in terms of coping with their respective traumas or whatnot. But not all ships have to be healthy, and in a situation where the Restoration Civil War arc I've been imagining came to pass (which I'm starting to lose hope will happen in canon, but I can always write it myself if it doesn't), I could definitely see this happening since I do believe Whisper would choose Lanolin's side while Tangle would choose Sonic's, leading to their breakup.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Her wisps! My biggest gripe with how Whisper is portrayed in canon is how little thought is given to her wisps. They aren't even given proper names, which is why I had to do find a way to do so while still adhering to how their colors are used in dialogue most of the time. But the wisps were partnered with the original Diamond Cutters; they were as much part of the team as the mobians were, and now they and Whisper are all that's left. So whenever I write stories where Whisper is the POV character, I make sure to include them as much as I can, because they're all she has left of her family, and she's all they have left, too. :(

After the wisps though, I also like how her relationship with Sonic has been portrayed. As much as I don't think she'd take his side in the Restoration Civil War arc (because she'd align more with Lanolin's "take the fight to Eggman and take him out" beliefs vs Sonic's "wait for Eggman to do something and then stop that and let him go" beliefs), she still clearly appreciates him as a friend, because of how respectful he is of her boundaries. Their moments together are always kind and soft, and it's nice. :)

My unpopular opinion about this character:

It's not really an opinion, but I guess just noticing and pointing out that Whisper has an attempted murder count of four in the comics so far? Because I remember getting into an argument with someone because they wanted to insist that Whisper wouldn't be able to kill Mimic, of all people, and so Silver should be the one to do it instead, when Whisper has canonically already tried to kill him twice and only didn't do it the second time because Tangle shielded him with her own body. (And only didn't do it the first time because she had to choose between killing him and saving Tangle, and she chose to save Tangle.) And she's also tried to kill Eggman twice, only stopping the first time because Cream shielded Eggman with her body, and the second time she did shoot him through the heart, but it didn't take because of Eggman's trap sticking her eeby deeby. I got accused of wanting to see Whisper as a brutal killer or a murderer or whatever, and it's just -- no? I'm just recognizing what is textual for her character, which is: if she determines that someone is an irredeemable villain, and she has a chance to kill them, she WILL take the shot. This is especially true if she has a personal vendetta with them, as she does with Eggman and ESPECIALLY with Mimic. I don't know if it's because she's a female character, because she's ordinarily soft-spoken and shy, or both that make some people want to ignore that about her, but it's nonetheless true. There are two characters generally aligned with the heroes (as in, against the villains) in this series who can be counted on to take the shot, and those characters are Shadow and Whisper. And apparently that's an unpopular opinion, but IMO it's not an opinion. It's just fact lmao.

(One could also argue Omega, but I think Omega only destroys badniks, so I'm not sure that really counts here. I think Whisper and Shadow are the only ones who'd take out humans / mobians like Eggman and Mimic.)

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

Aside from her wisps getting to have actual names / be more present characters as mentioned above (it's not like it's unheard of -- Lanolin's wisp is named Maggie!), I had to write a fix-it fic after the debacle of making her apologize about being upset over Tangle using the name Diamond Cutters for the new squad that Lanolin set up. Don't misunderstand, there was something Whisper did need to apologize for -- namely, trying to leave without saying goodbye prior to the Trial By Fire arc -- but she had every right to be upset with Tangle for using the name Diamond Cutters. That wasn't her name to use, and I think that it was glossed over too quickly, even though I do understand that they couldn't spend pages upon pages of comic space discussing it, lol. (Oh, and I had to show the wisps having opinions about it, too, because again, they were part of the original team, this affected them, too!)

Other than that, it would be nice to get to see Whisper having fun and being happy more often, as she was in the Endless Summer issue. She has been through so much; she deserves to actually smile and enjoy herself sometimes :') it would be nice to see that again.

Thanks again for sending this!!

[crushbskn]

- a taste;

summary: a first kiss in a back alley after a concert. pairing: this drabble is nonspecific enough to project any couple (i use her/him pronouns) > it is based on a specific otp though, and I kind of hope to tell more of their story. wc: 774 warnings: pg13, just a kiss. notes: I never wrote anything online like that, this is a big first for me. Also, this is not proofread.

They slip into the poorly lighted back-alley, the bass of the music drowning behind the closed door.

Leaning onto the brick wall, he sets a cig onto his lips, then rummages through his pockets for the lighter but before he could find it two fingers snatch the stick out.

"Don’t, she says, I don't like the taste of it."

He blinks.

"... the taste?"

There is an electrifying silence as the meaning sets in. She didn't mean to say it like that, to expose her hand so brazenly, but the flustered demeanor he offered in response gave her no reason to back down. The years of brushing past each other, just close enough to wonder, pulled away too fast to let regrets linger and pushed in the corner of a what if, it all felt suddenly palpable.  

She takes a step forward. It was as if she could see all the perfectly fitted pieces of Tetris of his mind trying desperately to readjust themselves into a puzzle they couldn't figure out, and melt away in a sea of questions he wouldn't dare asking, or even admit having.

So, she cuts the ambiguity. Another step brings her on the border of him, and her stare falls downs on his lips, deliberately, making her intentions plain. And yet, she waits, their sporadic breathings tangling. She wants to give him a chance to slip away, if he wishes.

But he doesn't. Instead he stands, agape, and his own gaze falls down on the curves of her parted mouth. So slowly that every second become deliciously agonizing, her fingers slide along his jawline, imperceptibly guiding his face towards her.

Their noses graze first, he gasps lightly, she breathes in and breaches the last millimeters so their lips finally brush each other.

It begins as the most timid kiss, her dictating the slow pace like you would for the very first taste of a summer fruit, nearly overcame by the softness of him, holding back the instinct of ravaging her way through her desire, to savour every nerve electrified at the tantalizing touch.

But she can't bear it for long before she lets themselves melt into the kiss, her lids closing fully as the feeling overtakes her more than she had predicted.

She only realizes she had rose on tiptoe to reach him when her forces leave her and she plops back down, breaking the kiss inadvertently despite him following her down, but remaining close enough to feel the breath he had been holding against her skin, sending jolts down her spine.

If she had opened her eyes, maybe she would have noticed the total abandonment on his features, paired with the confusion of feeling both so intimate with her and yet so self-conscious of the placement of his hands on any parts of her and letting them hover aimlessly above her hips.

Moving with nothing but the intoxication of the moment held in time, they lock lips again, furtively, and again, with demands, and then again, generously.  While her hand drops along his neck to his chest, his abandon their shyness and find their way up to cup her face. The kiss deepens, aflame by a newfound hunger and an endless thirst, now both equally leading, and begging, and reassuring at once.

The door slams open. They both jump out of the embrace to opposite sides of the alley, flooded by the loud music and a voice just as booming.

"I've been looking for you! Oh, hi, they soften at the sight of the man, then turns back to Her. We need to pack up, they say they need the stage cleaned in 10. I mean, you can finish your smoke but move your ass after, 'k?"

Her, bewildered, trying to not look like it, follows their gaze to her right hand and find the cigarette she had snatch away, still surviving the make out session.

Rising it to her band mate, she nods with a forced chuckle.

"Sure thing, be right there!"

Once they leave, yet keeping the door open, probably on purpose, She lets out a sigh and turns to face Him, which is when she notices he was standing in front of the brick wall, out of panic.

"I've got to-"

He jolts back around. "Oh yeah, yeah, of course."

She smiles, out of awkwardness mostly, and goes for the exit but, before even finishing that thought, she stops. "If you want, in 10, we could... I've got whiskey in the green room if you want ... a taste."

He holds her uncertain eyes, and a grin appears.

"I would love a taste."

[frostedpuffs]

eVENING MAH LOVE <3

🦗🤷‍♀️🐸🙊🤩

HELLO DARLIN'

🦗Do you write in sequence or jump around?

USUALLY in sequence because it helps me make sure my chapters mesh well together. HOWEVER, for ppu, I jumped around a lot!!! which was a lot of fun but ultimately led me to have to scrap/change stuff later so for my next fic I am also going to write by sequence

🤷‍♀️What's a fic you didn't expect to be popular, but really took off?

i answered this with ppu earlier, but another fic that I didn't expect to get popular AT ALL was truthful scars, the very first ml fanfic I ever wrote. it's now considered a popular fandom "classic" which just BLOWS my mind. if anyone wants to read it do so at your own risk knowing it was written by a 17 year old who barely had a grasp on the characters' personalities LOL

🐸 If you incorporated your OTP into a Disney movie plot, which would it be?

TANGLED. TANGLED. TANGLED. ADRIEN AS RAPUNZEL AND MARINETTE AS FLYNN RIDER/EUGENE FITZHERBERT. PLEASE AND THANK YOU

🙊Your coworkers or classmates stumble across one of your fics, but don't know you're the author. Do you fess up? Or keep quiet?

answered here 💗

🤩 What's the most meaningful comment you've ever received?

i don't know if I can pick one out of them all (mostly because my adhd has made me forget), but I will say I have a special soft spot for long comments that go into depth about why they like what I wrote. i love all comments of course, but those really stick with me. and of course YOUR comments akari, I love reading them so much <3

here are some of my favorites from ppu chapter 39 :)

of course i've loved ALL the comments I've received and I never ever delete any of them, I hoard them all in my inbox so I can reread them whenever I want. I've been doing this for years. i mean it when I say I hoard them

FIC WRITER ASKS

[musingsofvenus]

Inspired by the first prompt from a height difference OTP prompts list and made for the lovely @the-most-pathetic-edge-marquis! I was originally going to make this a kind-of follow up to To All the Monsters I Loved Before, but it didn't fit the bill. This is some sort of Twilight AU-- a short & cheesy moment that exists outside of canon. 💞

Jacob rushes to the front door after he hears the doorbell ring. As soon as he swings open the door, he’s greeted with a DVD case held inches from his face. 

“Tada!” Bella exclaims, grinning ear to ear. Her cheeks and ears are bright red from the cold air.

Sunday afternoons were reserved for their weekly movie night session.  

Every week they switch between who gets to pick the next movie to watch. Their typical choices of movies quickly devolved from Bella’s favorite Jane Austen adoptions and Jacob’s classic spaghetti westerns to the most outrageous B-movie horror flicks they could find.

This week is Bella’s week, and she chose a movie called ‘Suburban Sasquatch.’ From the DVD’s cover art alone, Jacob was sure he wouldn’t be able to make it through the first five minutes without hysterically laughing at the poor production quality.

Jacob plucks the DVD from her hands. “Well hello to you too, Bells.”

Bella snickers, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Hello, hello,” she says belatedly. She rests her chin on his chest. For a few seconds, Jacob is flustered into silence by the cute gesture. And Bella, watching him closely, wiggles her eyebrows like she knows. Because of course she knows. 

“Your ears are turning red,” she sings.

Jacob covers his traitorous ears and averts his eyes. “They are not!”

Bella falls into a fit of giggles that makes Jacob grin. “Are you gonna let me in before I freeze to death?”

Jacob clears his throat. “You have to pay the toll to enter,” he intones.

Bella releases him to shoulder off her tote bag. She holds it open to reveal several soda cans and an assorted variety of popcorn and cookies. “I come bearing snacks.”

Jacob squints at the contents of her bag. “That’s not enough to cover the toll, Bells. I do accept bribes, though,” he says, tapping his lips with his pointer finger.

“You don’t have to play this game to get me to kiss you, you know? I like kissing you.”

“And I like messing with you.”

“Jacob, come on! It’s really cold,” Bella whines. “I don’t have werewolf powers to keep me warm, unlike some people!”

Jacob opens his arms and sweeps Bella off her feet. “Personal space heater, at your service.”

“Jake! Put me down!”

“How am I supposed to kiss you from all the way down there?”

An indignant blush colors Bella’s cheeks. “Maybe you’re just too high up!”

“If you say so. Now about that bribe-”

He barely gets the question out before Bella leans in to kiss him. It starts off a bit forceful on Bella’s end because of her lingering frustration before she starts to relax. The kiss was just turning soft and sweet before Bella’s hand tangles in his hair, no doubt in an attempt to pull him closer. 

Jacob obliges her wordless demand until her fingers brush against the back of his neck. He abruptly pulls away from the kiss with a yelp.

“Your hands are like ice, Bella,” he complains, setting her back down on her feet.

Bella rolls her eyes. “I wonder why, you jerk!” She crosses her arms with a scowl. “You’re lucky that I love you,” she grumbles under her breath.

“What did you say?” He teases, poking her side. “I couldn’t hear you from way up here.” 

Bella huffs, looking up at him while a blush spreads across her cheeks. “I said, I love you, you giant idiot.”

Jacob pretends to contemplate her words, nodding to himself. “Yep, I think that just about covers the toll.”

“You’re not saying it back?” Bella pouts, poking her lip out and everything.

“Oh, come on, Bells,” Jacob chuckles, grabbing her icy hands and peppering them with kisses to get rid of the cold. He pulls her into the house. “I love you, too. You know that.”

[unseenacademic]

👄 Your OTP are having their first kiss. What song do you imagine is playing?

🏡What is your perfect writing envrionment?

🥘What wip are you most excited about?

🎬One of your fics gets turned into a TV series. Which one is it and what network is it on?

🐸 If you incorporated your OTP into a Disney movie plot, which would it be?

👄 Your OTP are having their first kiss. What song do you imagine is playing?

"Everlasting love" by Love Affair. Or the original, lesser known but at least equally as good "Everlasting love" by Robert Knight. Timewise, it almost fits diegetically. Almost. 😊

🏡What is your perfect writing environment?

Me with my laptop on my lap, leaning against large pillows, with a glass of water/cup of tea/coffee or something stronger, depends on the mood and what I'm writing. Oh and very very importantly, without anyone walking around or behind me. I can write while doing other things, like watching TV, listening to music or talking to someone in at least one language lol, but I can't write with someone looking over my shoulder.

🥘What wip are you most excited about?

I'm gonna quote you on that and say all of them!! 😅😅 (if you want to know more about any of these, pleasseeee ask away 💜💜) but let's go with "It Never Could Have Happened in New Hampshire". There's also 'the Proposal Fic' aka my fourth and final contribution to the Valentines Day prompts (fun fact: the title is going to be a line from "Everlasting love", I'm not sure which one yet). "The Hospital Fic" which sadly still doesn't have a title is also something I'm actively working on and can't wait to finish it. I actually watched "What Kind of Day Has It Been" and ITSTG last night and wrote a lot of angsty paragraphs to preface the actual hospital scene. I actually have to credit you & your ask from a few days ago for my renewed interest in that fic 💜💜 Aaaaand finally, there's the "Missing Scene from Dead Irish Writers" that I hope to finish by the end of the month as a birthday present to myself 😅

🎬One of your fics gets turned into a TV series. Which one is it and what network is it on?

The First Lady. It's The West Wing, exactly as it was, but Abbey appears in every episode! So Warner Bros + Max.

🐸 If you incorporated your OTP into a Disney movie plot, which would it be?

Wow, this one is sooooo good! It got me thinking. Okay, having watched Knuckles with that one episode where Stockard (or her double, they really messed that one up lol) beats bad guys up with a frying pan, I want to say Tangled. And I love LOVE "I See the Light", it's a beautiful song. Howeverrrrrr, my answer is The Rescuers! It's absolutely one of my favorite Disney films and honestly, it could work as a sequel to TWW

Thank you, friend! 💜💜

[narina-vhey]

for the otp ask meme: hwq/xby/yx for 30, 27, 25, 23, 20, 19, 18, 14... honestly, i would probably listen to you ramble for all the questions. so, really, just take this as a free pass to ramble about hanyelan <3

Hehe, I will take any excuse to ramble on about hanyelan, so I think I will just do them all. So. Relationship questions for Han Wenqing/Ye Xiu/Xu Boyuan from The King’s Avatar.

1) Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop?

YX rocks the seatm XBY yells at him to stop and HWQ actually stops him. Which gets him kisses from XBY

2) Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time?

Xu Boyuan is the horniest, but he’s also easily embarrassed, so it wouldn’t be any place or time. I think Ye Xiu is the one who cares the least about privacy

3) Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time?

I think they’re all pretty efficient at showering (but occasionally get distracted by each other) and will indulge in long baths together when they have the time.

4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on?

Han Wenqing walks around naked, but the other two don’t tell him to get dressed. They enjoy the view too much. Also it doesn’t happen often because they don’t want to have parts sticking to their chairs when gaming, so they are dressed most of the time

5) Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight?

Ye Xiu, but it won’t really be an actual fight, I think. Or if it is they always manage to communicate properly and make up. But Ye Xiu is a menace and will escape his boyfriends ganging up on in revenge him by taking the couch

6) Who takes photos of the other while they sleep?

Both Han Wenqing and Ye Xiu take pictures of Xu Boyuan, except all you see is a blanket burrito. Xu Boyuan has at least one picture of the other two asleep on the couch, tangled up uncomfortably because they fell asleep gaming

7) Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”?

Han Wenqing said it first and again, I don’t think there’s real fights? Idk, they probably argue more for the fun of it, not because they have a huge disagreement or anything

8) Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts?

Xu Boyuan and Ye Xiu

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after?

They won’t wake each other up in the middle of the night, but they will talk about cool dreams in the morning. If there is a nightmare, they will cuddle each other back to sleep, but no one has more than the others.

10) Who is more likely to cheat?

None of them

11) Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship?

Definitely Ye Xiu with the making fun of it. Both Han Wenqing and Xu Boyuan groan at that.

12) Who starts a food fight in the kitchen?

No one, they eat properly

13) Who initiates duets? and who is the better singer?

Can’t see that happen, but maybe that is a me thing? Do people randomly start duets? Except to sing along in the car?

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops?

Ye Xiu is the butt grabbing, Xu Boyuan the hand holding. Everything else is mostly Han Wenqing, he likes to hold them.

15) Who likes writes the others name on their wrist?

what. Is that a thing people do??

16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed?

None of them can hold their alcohol, they all just pass out, sorry. Xu Boyuan is the loudest

17) Who is more protective?

Han Wenqing and Ye Xiu. They sometimes argue who is better at it but Xu Boyuan doesn’t have an answer, he just thinks it’s very hot

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping?

Uh, I think after they retire from the pro scene, they mostly have the same schedule and all sleep at pretty much the same time. And if they do work different shifts, they will let each other sleep

19) Who drives and who has the window seat?

Han Wenqing drives, Xu Boyuan gets the passenger seat, Ye Xiu gets banned to the back

20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed?

Both Ye Xiu and Xu Boyuan fall asleep in Han Wenqing’s lap. And yeah, he does carry them to bed.

21) Who cuts the others hair?

None of them can be trusted with it. Maybe Su Mucheng comes by to help out, otherwise it’s hairdresser time

22) Who is super bad at sexting? and who sends them encouraging messages throughout the day?

Ye Xiu adds in too much teasing and trash talk. I could see Han Wenqing doing little encouraging messages, not many though. But mostly they’re all spending their time inside and working from home, so they can just tell each other in person

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry?

Xu Boyuan is definitely the most insecure. Ye Xiu tries to overplay it, but he is scared of losing them and they all kind of reassure each other

24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them?

This is another thing I don’t believe people actually do. Although Han Wenqing will lift both of them up to kiss them. There’s just no random slow dancing

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush?

Not for that purpose, but Ye Xiu. Except it sometimes backfires because Han Wenqing will reply with some actual dirty talk and deliver it so perfectly it shuts up even Ye Xiu. Xu Boyuan is always impressed (and horny)

26) Who kissed first?

Han Wenqing took the initiative

27) Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark?

If they work night shifts, they all order take out together. None of them need company to get water

28) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs the write for them?

?? no

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires?

None of them do, because they don’t want to risk injuring their hands.

30) Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute?

Xu Boyuan is vain and mostly wears contact lenses, but Han Wenqing and Ye Xiu love it when he wears glasses

Thank you for the excuse to write about them :D Although some question were a little weird. Or maybe I am weird for not being like that

[bluerose5]

2, 5, 9, and 22 for whichever OTP you like 😊

From the OTP Relationship Asks. Probably not surprising to anyone, given my recent posts, but I'll go with Astarion & Zevran. Sorry in advance for this essay of a post. 😁

2. Any sleep habits either had to get used to? Given that dnd lore consists of elves going into trances/meditative states rather than sleeping, I'd say that I still see Zevran taking on a more relaxed position during rest, preferring to curl up with blankets and pillows around him. I've seen quite a few posts that point out Astarion not even having a proper bedroll in his tent, so I think Astarion would have to grow accustomed to the idea that it's okay to be comfortable during that time. It's okay to let his guard down and be close to another, probably resulting in some eventual cuddles, but both of them are definitely the types to keep daggers hidden close at hand, no matter what. If they do get comfortable enough to spend their rests together, Zevran might need time to get used to the differences in body temperature. He strikes me as the type to get goosebumps at the slightest breeze and whine about it being freezing cold, so he'd start off in blanket burritos when they snuggle until he gets acclimated. Astarion feels a little guilty about it but tries not to linger on it too much because Zevran enjoys being close to him and he loves how warm Zevran is.

5. What is their love language? I know this might be a little predictable, since gifts were a thing for all companions in Origins, but I genuinely believe gift-giving/receiving would be Zevran’s love language. Items have power. They have practicality, but most importantly, they have meaning. I think it's especially telling that he tells you how sentimental items were taken from them in the Crows if found, including his mother's gloves, but he tries to show his appreciation to his LI by gifting them an earring he's kept for presumably years since his first kill. Plus, he even tells you he's never received a gift. To be given something special without expectation of anything in return...? I think he'd eat that up.

Astarion, on the other hand? I'm leaning towards words of affirmation. I feel like you see it a lot in the dark urge romance scenes, since a lot of what they're going through can be viewed as similar, depending on how you play. But I think he sees power in words, just as much as actions, even when those words are empty. However, once he gets to say words like "I love you" or "You're amazing" without having to do so for the sake of manipulation, he means it, and I think that he celebrates that he can express himself so openly and genuinely once he's free.

9. How are their personalities different? I had to think through this one a little more since it would be easier to say how they're alike, but I would say —going back to the previous post— Zevran has a stronger sense of sentimentality than Astarion at the moment. Zevran, in spite of what he was taught, forms strong attachments to things and ideas. He's not afraid to talk about his homesickness, for example, and what he misses from Antiva, good or bad. It could be said that this might be because Astarion hasn't simply had the chance to form those attachments over the centuries, given that all he was capable of doing was Cazador's bidding.

Also, I just see Zevran as being less concerned about appearances overall. Race, rank, title. None of that stuff concerns him much. No one is above dying at his blade, after all, and he seems pretty unimpressed when attending events among nobility that require acting on any type of ceremony or elevating one above others, such as the celebration at the end of Origins or even when you give Cailan a funeral pyre in the Return to Ostagar dlc.

Meanwhile, Astarion has a lot of ambition to the point where it weakens his sense of empathy in comparison, but that ambition is tangled up in a sense of survival. While Zevran isn't above speaking up for others like the Dalish or the mages if I remember correctly, when it's clear that a lot of innocents are set to die for the crimes of others, Astarion isn't above sacrificing others' free will or lives (such as when he suggests taking over the cult or killing the spawn to ascend) when it benefits him. But his "ambition" is merely a means of gaining power, so that he can exert that power in ways where others won't pose a threat to him. His approach to survival is very much at times, "If it doesn't affect me personally, then it's not my problem." Not saying he's entirely incapable of empathy, just that it's often lesser due to that mentality.

22. Who gets more easily embarrassed?

Oh, Astarion. Definitely. He's good at putting on his act of being unbothered, but there are definitely times when he seems to get caught off guard by stuff others say. I know there are times when Tav/Durge can say something silly or unhinged, and he scolds them even if teasingly. He also seems to get flustered when you take more genuine dialogue options when he fully expects shallow responses. Zevran, my beloved Zevran, just has so little shame, even beyond his defense/coping mechanisms. He says the craziest shit. First thing that comes to mind is him calling the urn of sacred ashes a vase or his infamous "children thrown at high speeds are dangerous" line. My man just has no fucks to give. He is here for a good time, and he speaks his mind. It'll take a lot to embarrass him. 😆

[stainedglassthreads]

Toriel for the ask game

Sexuality Headcanon: Aromantic bisexual. It's just so incredibly rare that we get a female character (let alone of her age) for whom being single isn't treated as something she should be ashamed about. She's not single because she's undesirable (both Asgore and Alphys are into her), and she's not angsting over how she's getting too old to POSSIBLY find a partner. She suffers from loneliness, but it's not a romantic partner she obsesses over, it's her trauma over the loss of her children, and her friendship with Sans is just. They both give off utterly MASSIVE aro vibes, okay? You cannot convince me that those two AREN'T aro. (I mean, they're not canonically aro, but they're not canonically allo either. So it's impossible to convince me they're Definitely Canonically Romantic.)

Anyways! Aro Toriel hell yeah.

Gender Headcanon: You know that feeling where you're genderless in an autistic way? Where your gender and sexuality and autism are all tangled up in a nebulous ball? And you eventually determine that gender is just a collection of things that make you comfortable, and so if liking being called 'she' and baking pies and wearing dresses and having a feminine name means others call you a woman, then you guess you're a woman, but you don't have an especially strong innate sense of it? Yeah.

A ship I have with said character: Asgoriel but fucked up and tragic. I don't want them happy and fluffy before their divorce. I don't want them tearfully apologizing to each other. I don't want baby goat children. I want them leaving CLAW MARKS in each other. I want them missing what they used to have so badly, but their experiences have shaped them so much that they will NEVER have the relationship they once did. They can try, but there is always a hollow, hurting space, and it just feels like an elaborate performance. They need to try and fail to figure out something new that does work--preferrably with lots of non-romantic friendships to lean on, rather than expecting 'a new family!' or 'rekindling the old relationship!' will fix things.

That said. I think Muffet and Toriel has some unexplored potential. They have common ground in baking, they're both the pragmatic types who are driven by their own ideals (moral integrity and family for Toriel, money and spiderkind's prosperity for Muffet), but their contradictory opinions over the human makes it Really Spicy. Come, imagine with me, some kind of noir AU where Toriel is a divorced PI and Muffet is a classy jewel thief perhaps--

A BROTP I have with said character: Sans and Toriel. Need I say any more?

A NOTP I have with said character: Asgoriel. Yes I also called it an OTP. Alas, there are too many Asgoriel fanfics and AUs that I just Do Not Like. Don't spend enough time on their incredibly messy relationship and Problems and Trauma for my taste. Makes the getting back together too easy.

A random headcanon: She was the original Captain of the Royal Guard and oversaw the construction of puzzles and defenses when monsterkind originally populated just Home!!

General Opinion over said character: She's pretty neat and it's sad everyone just goes 'Goat Mom!' and moves on. It's even sadder that all the Toriel-centric fics and AUs are shipping fics. Where's my multiversal epic where instead of Sans going after a kidnapped Frisk, it's Toriel going after them. Or a kidnapped Sans. Or something.

[invisibleraven]

I hope you don't mind that I put down in words

Written for the Year of the OTP challenge prompt: I wrote this for you

On AO3!

If any prompt screamed Luke Patterson more I haven't found it. But you know me, I had to twist it just a little.

Luke sighed as he opened the door to the studio, the space making him feel like a thirty pound weight had been lifted from his shoulders. This had always been his special space, somewhere he was free to be himself, to create his music and let the rest of the world pass him by.

It had been his refuge when he left home, and even now that he was back living with his parents, the studio would always hold a huge part of his heart.

This afternoon though, he was just looking for his notebook. He had sworn he had put it in his knapsack before he left after practice yesterday, but it was nowhere to be found. So it must be…somewhere here. He hoped it was anyways, since all his school books had notes and lyrics scrawled in them all over and he wanted to put them all together, to make sure the song made sense.

He looked up in the loft first, finding the deck of cards they had hidden from Bobby after he whooped them in poker one too many times, a garbage bag of clothes he had forgotten was there, the aging bean bag chair that Reggie preferred when he wanted a nap, and a spare drumstick or two that Alex kept since the replacements he bought didn’t match.

But no notebook.

Scaling the ladder, he then checked the bathroom-hey, sometimes ideas came to you when you were taking care of business right? He did find a scummy looking towel, tossing it in the laundry basket, and a mere sliver of soap, which he replaced-but again, no notebook.

It wasn’t on the piano, amongst the plants that only Bobby was able to keep alive, or in the couch cushions. Luke huffed, running his fingers through his hair, wincing when his ring snagged on a tangle. He really hoped he hadn’t lost that notebook, it had all of Sunset Curve’s greatest and soon to be greatest hits in it.

Luke let out a growl, and finally decided that he'd pull out his guitar, maybe at least play the melody he had been working on, maybe recreate it and record it with their subpar sound equipment. Right now all their money was going towards recording their demo, so the ancient tape deck was going to have to suffice.

Only when he lifted out his baby, underneath her was his notebook. He grabbed it, grinning madly, thankful he hadn’t lost it. It was his one item he’d run into a burning building for. Sure, he loved his guitars, the stuffed sloth that Alex had won him during their first and only date. The row of pictures of him and Bobby squished into a photo booth. The cool shiny pebble that Reggie had given him during their first day of kindergarten that had cemented their friendship for life.

But this notebook had all his songs in there. Countless years of memories and ideas he would never remember or recreate no matter how he tried. He rarely shared it with anyone but his bandmates, and they all knew how much it meant to him. And how much they meant when he let them write their own stuff in it.

Not that any of them did it very often. Bobby tried but his stuff wasn’t the greatest. Alex knew drums and rhythm, so he loved helping with that but he preferred to leave the lyrics to Luke-though he did come up with a few sick lines that turned into Finally Free.

And Reggie had his own notebook-full of country songs that held no interest for Luke. If he used Luke’s notebook it was when they were songwriting together; most of their demo was their handiwork.

Luke flipped the book open, skimming through until he got close to the end, and stopped. There on the page was Reggie’s spiky handwriting, and a full fledged song lay before him.

At first Luke scrunched up his nose-it was obviously not a rock song, and he’d told Reggie to keep his country stuff to himself. And it wasn’t like their notebooks looked alike.

Yet, Luke found his eyes skimming the page and humming the melody there-because of course Reg added the notes and everything. It was a very nice song, a little rough around the edges, but Luke bet if they sped it up a bit and added some guitars, it could be a killer track.

Then he went over the words, and stopped. This was a love song. A bit melancholy, full of longing for someone who the singer thought would never love them back. Mournful over the choice to take a chance and gain love or lose what they had.

Luke didn’t even know Reggie liked anyone! Sure, the bassist was a consummate flirt, but he never seemed infatuated with any one person-just with the concept of having one. Yet this song seems to be one of a longing love, one that had been lingering for some time.

Then he comes to a set of lyrics that make him pause.

Your hazel brown eyes catch in mine

You freeze me right into place

My heart longs to speak

But deep down I’m weak

Fearing you’ll laugh in my face

Luke feels the anguish hidden there. He knows Reggie projects confidence, seeming to wear it like his ever present flannel. But deep down he’s insecure and unsure-a product of his parent’s neglect and abuse. God knows Luke had spent more than one night trying to reassure Reggie the vitriol that spills from his mom’s lips isn’t true and that he’s worth more than his father’s base opinion and heavy fists. He’s tried to tell someone-anyone-how awful the Peters are, but no one seems to listen or care. Even his mom, though she’s sympathetic, says Reggie has to be the one to come forward, as no one will trust second hand accounts. And well, Reggie is terrified of entering the foster system, so he stays mum.

Luke can’t wait until they graduate, because then he’s going to convince Reggie to find a place together, just them-maybe Alex if his parents kick him out like they’ve threatened to. Someplace they can make music and just be. Where he can hold Reggie and love him like he should be loved.

Wait… where did that thought come from?

Okay, look, Luke knows he finds Reggie attractive. All his friends are smokeshows, but Reggie… there’s just something about him that just does it for Luke. His own personal dream guy wrapped in sunshine smiles and leather. Plus he was funny, kind, secretly really smart when it came to math and stuff, even if he didn’t excel at common sense. What wasn’t to love about Reggie?

And Reggie was in love with someone. Someone who probably-definitely wasn’t Luke.

Luke looked down to where he was gripping his notebook so hard the pages were wrinkling, the ink under his thumb smeared. He blew out a breath and put the book down on the coffee table, needing to walk away before he ripped the page out and tore it to pieces. Nothing like a little jealousy to realize how you felt about one of your best friends right?

“Hey Lu!”

Reggie was there in the doorway, all sunny smiles and cheery waves, tossing his bag off to the side. “It’s not a practice day is it?”

“Nah, I just wanted to get some writing done,” Luke said, unable to meet his eyes.

“Sweet, lemme see what you got,” Reggie said, snatching up the book before Luke could protest. “Oh. Did… did you read this?”

“Yeah,” Luke admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s pretty good-for a country song.”

“Thanks,” Reggie snorted.

“I didn’t know you were so crazy over someone you were at love song writing level though,” Luke said offhandedly. “She must be one special gal.”

“What?” Reggie croaked.

“I mean I assume you don’t write longing ballads for everyone you get a crush on,” Luke continued. “So who is she?”

Reggie looked at him like he had two heads, then down at the song. “I thought it was so obvious. Alex and Bobby have been teasing me for ages. But you really can’t tell?”

Luke shook his head, mentally cataloguing all the hazel eyed girls in their class. “Tiffani Shapiro? Ooh no, Liza Burtons! Maybe even Amber Crawley? You do like cheerleaders.”

Reggie shook his head sadly. “No, Luke…I wrote this for you.”

Wait…what?

Look, Luke knew he was pretty fluid about his preferences since he was thirteen when he made out with Traci McGill and Dennis Lowe in the space of a night. Plus his unfortunate attempt at assuring Alex he was all cool with him being gay that lasted all of three days.

But Reggie?

Reggie had been girl crazy since the moment Luke met him-never mentioned thinking a guy was cute or any crushes on boys back in Georgia, not even after he stopped going back for vacations there once they entered high school. So no one ever thought to question his sexuality. Turns out they should have.

“Me?” Luke finally squeaked.

Reggie nodded glumly. “I’ve liked you for a while now.”

“Since when?” Luke sputtered. “Also since when do you like guys?”

“It kind of happened all at once,” Reggie admits, running his fingers through his dark locks. “I was teasing you about whats-her-name from Music Theory, and you wanted to prove something about chemistry and yeah…”

Fuck

Luke remembers that day, when the guys were teasing him about some girl or another he sounded pretty good with, and the way he lit up when they sang. He had stupidly said he had chemistry with everyone he sang with, serenading Reggie like a fool. Clutching the back of his neck, staring intently in his eyes, making Reggie blush and stammer. Pressing a teasing kiss to his fingers and then those fingers to Reggie’s plush lips.

Okay, Luke can see how that might cause someone to have a teensy sexuality crisis.

“Reg…”

“It’s fine Luke,” Reggie said, firmly not looking at him, but Luke can hear the tears in his voice. “I know you don’t feel the same way. But I had…to try. At least get the feelings out.”

He got up, grabbing his bag, but Luke caught his arm at the door. “Reggie, I like you too.”

“What?” Reggie whirled around at that, eyes wide, bottom lip trembling, a faint flush on his cheeks.

Luke bit back a grin, pulling him in closer. “I like you Reggie. I only really figured it out-reading your song. It’s really good Reggie.”

“For a country song, yeah,” Reggie replied, eyes downcast.

“No Reggie,” Luke insisted. “It’s a great song-no qualifiers or addendums needed. But I never thought you might like me back, so the song made me… jealous.”

“You? Jealous?” Reggie said, an almost laugh in his voice. “Didn’t know that was possible.”

“Neither did I,” Luke admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, smiling goofily at him. “But it made me realize that I wanted it to be for me. Country song and all.”

“Good thing it is I guess,” Reggie jokes, sniffling a little, but his sunny smile was peaking out.

“Would you play it for me?” Luke asked. “Then maybe you can help me out with the song that’s been stuck in my head all day.”

Reggie beamed, then rushed in to peck his cheek. “I’d like that.”

Luke caught his chin before he could retreat and pulled him in for a real kiss, one that was new and a little awkward, but still gave him a rush of adrenaline, the swarm of butterflies that had been lying dormant in his stomach flying free. An explosion of inspiration burst forth, but he kept kissing Reggie, letting the music wash over him. Letting Reggie adjust them, deepening the kiss, making it sweeter, softer, yet somehow more passionate. Nipping at Luke’s lip with his teeth and letting a whimper escape when Luke retaliated with a swipe of tongue against his teeth.

They were breathing heavy when they finally pulled apart, eyes lidded as they rested their foreheads together.

“Wow,” Luke breathed out.

“You wanna hear that song now?” Reggie asked.

“Later,” Luke said, surging in for a kiss once more, determining that this was a much better way to make music with Reggie. And from the way Reggie smirked as he pulled Luke over to the couch, he figured he agreed.