#so glad to finally finish it even if it's just a short lil thing

[b3rrymilks]

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 !

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : a cute lil sleepover with your boyfriend miles :)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : <3 this was also requested by anon, so enjoy luv ! (sorry for all the angst on my page rn..💔💔) this is very short due to my mind not being able to cook anything longer up. my minds been a bit all over the place😭😭 sorryyy💔 ART CRED : thokzu on tt

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : miles morales (1610) x reader

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ

🕷️ while being conjoined at the hands, you both danced around in the pouring rain. your laughter filled the small space you danced in. miles was a nice change of pace in your life, ever since you’d gotten with him, things have changed for the better.

“you’re so beautiful” miles wasn’t usually the type to get all sappy without nearly having a nervous breakdown. “what did you do?” you replied, squinting and pointing an accusing finger at him. “nothing nothing, i just wanted you to know” miles laughed, watching you happily. this moment was cut short by his mother yelling. “MILES GONZALO MORALES GET INTO THIS HOUSE OR SO HELP ME!” her screams were louder than the rain. somehow.

when you two both walked into the house, rio had placed multiple towels on the floor so the rain wouldn’t get spread all over the floor. “you two—“ her lecture paused as she stared at the both of you. standing there soaked holding eachothers hands. “—get changed before you get sick.” she said, throwing even more towels at you two. “nowwww!” she added, watching you both still standing there, giggling.

what you two didn’t know, was that she watched the entire time as you two danced out in the rain. she found it heartwarming as her and jeff did the dame thing when they were kids.

miles wrapped a towel around you and rubbed it all around, creating friction to warm you up. “well, there’s no taking you home in this rain, my mom would kill me if either of us got sick.” miles spoke, looking around his room for a change of clothes for you. “uhh, here” he handed you one of his large white shirts, and fluffy pajama pants that his mom had bought a dupe of.

miles loved to draw, it was one of his favorite hobbies. he would often sketch you during class, as you would be nearly falling asleep at the boring lesson. no matter where he was or what he was doing he would always find himself drawing you. he had multiple sketchbooks already full, and every 2 pages there was a sketch of you.

there was something about the rain that was calming, making you tired. the rain definitely wasn’t going to let up soon, so you joined miles in his room as he completed his physics homework. he rubbed his temples in confusion. he had missed a few days of class, meaning he was behind in work. “you know it’s a trick question right miles?” you told him, giggling at his frustration. “no it’s not? it’s—“ he paused mid sentence, rereading the question. “no way…” he whispered, looking back at you. your giggling finally got to him, making him grab a pillow from his bed and toss it at you.

“hey HEY! it’s not my fault you missed class” holding the pillow up in defense. “you think it’s so funny hm??” he asked, picking up another larger pillow and threw it at you. loud laughter eventually filled miles’ room as you both began throwing pillows at each other.

his parents sat in the living room, listening to the laughter. “hope he’s done his physics homework.” his father spoke through an exhale, finishing his water. in honestly, they were all glad miles was happy and had someone to hang around with. (tehee.. get it? hang aroun? alr my bad don’t block me pls💔)

“okay okay fine! i’m sorry” you apologized to miles who was still hitting you with the large soft pillow. “i forgive you.. for now” miles spoke before falling onto his bed, pulling you close. his body heat quickly spread between the both of you.

soon the laughter died down, and the rain continued to patter against the window in his room. with slow blinks and miles caressing your face, you slowly fell asleep.

“i love you.” miles whispered pressing a gentle kiss onto your forehead, watching your chest rise and fall. “you are a lover boy huh? crazyyyy” his father peeked into his cracked open door. “dad! get—“ lowering his voice, “—get out.” embarrassment quickly setting in. as his father left, he closed the door. “he takes after his father.” he mumbled with a laugh.

[mayullla]

Sorry it looks like I misunderstood the usage of original character, but may i have Yan!Gorou with fem!reader then?🦋🌺

Title: It Can't Be Helped

Character(s): Gorou (Genshin Impact) Summary: Gorou was always flustered when he visited your shop. A stuttering mess sometimes when you tease him so much. Yet he can't help himself but go back to the shop every time to look for you. Warnings/tags: A very very flustered Gorou (and also lil gross), teasing clothes designer! reader, fem!reader, yandere themes, stealing

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

It was a short of affectionate bullying.

Really sometimes you blame Yae Miko for how you have become to adore Gorou so much. A flustered little puppy as you dressed him in clothes and outfits that you have designed and created.

You were a designer in Inazuma when the head shrine maiden Guuji Yae showed up at your small shop. Yae Miko told you your skills were just what she was looking for when she first handed Gorou to you asking you to make him "pretty" as possible for a signing event that she had planned in the future.

She wanted to know if it was even possible to have it happen in the first place as Gorou had to act like Mrs. Hina for an extended period of time and what helps more to really get into character than to dress up as said character! Though you suspect that she just wanted to tease the general, you couldn't help but find the situation amusing as you looked at the bashful general.

But given that this was a commission, you did your best, you didn't expect yourself to enjoy teasing the general as much. The general was clearly flustered as he was forced to follow the kitsune's whims. And while you did try your best to make it as comfortable as possible there was only so much you could do. How his face was red, or how his tale would startle at the slightest movements or touch from you, or how his ears would flop down pitifully when he was told you were not finished yet with dressing him up.

'Cute.' You thought to yourself back then as you tease him. You could definitely understand why Yae Miko loves to tease him so much.

Forcing him to sit down you started adding his wig, making sure that everything was perfect but at the same time, careful so you were not pulling his hair or ears.

You were focused and didn't tease the general as much, glad that the general even with his flustered state stayed still and quiet letting you finish putting in his wig. Later was the face too, as you complimented his skin on how it was so smooth. The general's face turned a bright red again you could feel how hot they were when you touched his cheek inwardly holding back a laugh. Putting on creams on his face, and cleaning out his brows you noticed that he continued to stare at you the whole time.

While it was normal for someone to do such a thing sometimes needed. You can't necessarily do much when you need your face to stay still. But most try to avoid eye contact most of the time when they could. Gorou even when you told him to look down for a moment to apply a little eyeshadow to his lids keep on trying to stare at you at any chance he could get.

"You have been staring so intensely. Is there something on my face?" you asked looking at him finally making eye contact rather than his skin. His face grew red in shame, caught so quickly.

"N-no no! It is nothing like that... I-I didn't mean to stare. S-sorry..." Gorou stuttered, his ears down as he looked anywhere but at you. You smiled at the general telling that it was fine.

Whether things that Yae Miko had in plan for Gorou that day you weren't able to see as you were busy with other clients to care for. But Miko did tell you that she would visit often. But rather than Yae Miko it was Gorou who tried to come often as he could. You saw how hesitant the boy would look from the outside of the window of the shop, walking back and forth on whether or not he should enter.

You invited him into the shop taking out tea and cookies for the general to enjoy, as he tensely sat on the chair. The light yet long conversation was nice to pass some time. You found out how much he loved sweets as he stared at the cookies you brought with much enthusiasm. How shy if not bashful he gets again when he realizes how much he spoke in so much excitement, like his respect for Sangonomiya Kokomi, or how he cried that one time cause of onions.

You had a few more chats like these even after the first one. You started to look at him fondly almost as if he was your little brother. You have teased him so many times, as you dressed him up with outfits that you have made, telling him that they were for clients and you needed a model to make a few more changes on them, most of them extravagant that made him shy and flustered, whining that you should stop teasing him this much.

But you just can't help yourself much.

You sometimes wonder tho, when you notice some of your things were gone. Not necessarily the shops but ones that actually belong to you and your personal routine. Like maybe a clip for your hair, when you were so focused on sewing you didn't want your hair getting in the way, or maybe a pin cushion for your needles, or that measuring tape that you keep on you sometimes in a pocket or maybe around your neck, napkin, or maybe a lipstick of your favorite color (or chapstick.) There was also that one time also when you could not figure out for the life of you where that one teaspoon go.

It was odd, strange as you looked everywhere for most of your items, were you really that clumsy to have misplaced them you thought to yourself. It happens sometimes, even if you were not the type to do so. You were just glad that you didn't lose anything of far more importance.

Maybe you should have been more cautious of the general whom you looked to as a little brother. Maybe you shouldn't have promised him to exchange letters every so often when he finally heads back to Watatsumi Island. You shouldn't have realized the guilt in his eyes when he looked at you, that inside his bag it had your belongings.

He was desperate, he wanted something from you. Something like the cookies that you got for him sent him over the moon but he wanted more. The cookies didn't have your scent, it would disappear in a day or two by the time he would reach Watatsumi Island. Gorou wanted something else and after so much anxious back and forth in his mind, by the time he left your shop, stepping out, he had already stolen something.

Hidden in his pocket was something that belonged to you but was not important enough to make you really worried (at least he hoped), as he waved goodbye to you that day.

The smell on your measuring tape reminded him so much of you, as he went to his dreamland continuing to sniff it. The clip he snatched was continually reminded of your face, fully exposed and not hidden by hair strands or bangs. The lipstick or chapstick that you used for your lips, he fantasized about when he could touch your lips, the smell of the formula on his own lips from yours. The teaspoon he took after he continued to stare at you as you ate the cake that he brought you. He wondered if this was an indirect kiss if he were to kiss it... if it means something.

He hoped that it did.

Gorou wanted you so much, the more time he spent with you. He didn't know what to do, the feelings so strong he couldn't even think straight. He could not help but stare the first time the two of you meet but the more and more time that was spent with you, he could not help himself.

He was in love, he was in love with you.

So deep in love, that he wanted to cling to you more and more. He sends you letters often, all of them so heartfelt and adorable, yet if you choose to be more critical of them maybe you would have noticed how creepy some of them were.

This obsession made him so crazy and he just can't help it.

[luvyeni]

first, i love your works, fell in love with your blog the minute i had found it! i’m a sucker for your skz works, but especially changbin bc i’m a massive whore for that man, with that being said, changbin x reader, both of them like eachother, reader dresses a little revealing one night while hanging out with the guys to get changbins attention, and when he doesn’t say anything bc he’s shy & flustered, she pushes him into his room and does something about it ?? i’m not good with the smut aspects so i’ll leave that all up to you, but i do believe changbin has a massive strength kink so he’d def manhandle his girl when he feels like he’s being dominated.

SHY SHY SHY; SEO CHANGBIN

pairings. bestfriend!changbin x fem!reader

wc. 1.4k

warnings. wall sex? (door technically), size kink, strength kink, tiny bit of degradation, changbin is a lil possessive,

not gonna like anon, i thought you were asking for sub cb at first, that last part threw me off but i hope you like it 🖤!

you and changbin have obvious feelings for each other, but when you try and take things into your own hands, changbin let's you know he's in control

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"wow! you look good." changbin heard your name, running out his room as fast as he could to see he you, it had been a minute since he'd seen you due their schedule, so he was glad to see you. "thank you felix." you smiled hugging him as you stepped into the dorm, but it wasn't for him technically... well he was knowingly apart of your plan to get the attention of your long time friend changbin.

you met changbin at a shop with your now ex bestfriend when he'd just debuted in straykids , and you were a freshman starting university. you'd always liked him, but you were shy and could express your emotions like that , so you asked your friend , but instead of her helping you out , she started dating him , saying that you were already in a relationship.

for almost a year you watched them act cute around each other , secretly wishing it was you... that was until she started cheating on him with a senior at your school, claiming that changbin was busy and she needed someone around all the time.

when their relationship ended you stuck around changbin , hoping that maybe you'd actually have a chance , but he was too heartbroken to even notice.

years flew by, straykids had been getting busier, you finished up with college , and you're friendship with changbin grew even more, but both of you were too scared to make the final push and go on a date ... well that would end soon , with the help of the very tight shirt that made your cleavage pop; a cute pink mini skirt, and lee felix.

"bun!" changbin hugged you, the nickname he placed on you years ago that stuck, cute at first, but as your crush developed , it started to become something you'd think about when you were alone in your room at night. "binnie!" he pulled away to get a good look at you, eyes widening , you looked so fucking good , the shirt hugged you the right way and the skirt left nothing to the imagination.

changbin was floored, his cock stirring in his gym shorts. "doesn't she look nice?" felix cut into his nasty thoughts.

changbin tried to speak, he wanted to say you looked so good , but his stupid ass brain didn't allow him to, instead he just looked down at the ground, silently nodding before scurrying away to go sit down. "oh he's in love." you scoffed , defeated. "yeah? what was it his silence." you said sarcastically. "actually yeah, when has changbin ever been silent?" you shrugged.

"look just follow after me, i know how we'll get under his skin." felix held your waist, walking into the livingroom were, making sure to walk past changbin , so he could see the two of you.

changbin loved felix, he truly did , he was a good friend, but right now , he wanted nothing more than to drag felix to undisclosed location and leave him there. the way his hand sat right above your knee, massaging it, or how his eyes would wonder down to your chest, and he'd bit his lip, he so desperately wished it was him, but he could never get a full sentence out , too flustered by your clothing... or lack there off.

he couldn't help it either, his eyes wondered down to your boobs , they sat so perfectly , they would jiggle everytime you laughed. or your skirt that would rise up , revealing the plush of your thighs, stopping at the curved of your ass. he swore if you moved the wrong way, anyone could get a peak of your panties.

changbin didn't mean to think about his bestfriend like this, but he couldn't help but think—what color was your underwear? pink like your skirt, black his favorite color? were you even wearing underwear?.. his cock jumped at the thought of you not wearing any underwear, he almost wanted you to bend down or something just so he could confirm.

"changbin?" shit, he was dozing off thinking nasty thoughts about his friend and now his cock was hard. "y..yes." stupid, he cursed himself out in his head. "you okay?" your pretty voice clouded his mind.

he nodded, getting up. "i...i h..have to use the bathroom." he rushed out of was acting like such a fucking loser.

"oh my god." felix scoffed amusingly. "i've never seen him so worked up like that." you smiled, you've watched him out the corner of your eye for the last few hours internally fight himself to stop from looking at your boobs or your thighs, when in reality you were doing it for him, seeing him like this made you believe there was a chance.

"this is your chance, go." felix nudged you off the couch. "go, they're not paying attention." he pointed to the other guys who were busy playing games. "go."

you quickly snuck away to the bathroom, waiting for him to get out. "＿? what ar- whoa!" you dragged him to his room, closing the door, pushing him up against it.

"you've been ignoring me all evening, i dress so prettily for you and you ignore me."

what? you knew what you were doing? you were doing this to make him flustered? you want him to make a fool of himself? you really think you're in control?

his head was spinning, and before he knew it, he was flipping you over, so now you were the one pinned against the wall. "do you really think you're in control here?" he grabbed your jaw to look at him. "w..what- shh, don't you think you've done enough." he released your jaw, pulling you into a rough kiss, taking his free hand, bringing it to your neck, squeezing lightly.

"b..binnie." you moaned through the kiss. "t..they're gonna realize we're gone." he didn't care, he wanted them to know what he was doing to you, he wanted them to hear him claim you as his. he attacked your neck with marks, as you tugged as his hair, grinding against his hard on.

"f..fuck, i need to feel you before i cum in my pants." he lifted your skirt up, revealing your black panties. "your favorite color." you breathed, changbin almost tore them off, but he decided not to, not because he wanted to nice, but because he was gonna pocket them.

"you've been planning this for a long time, haven't you?" he grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting you against the wall. "even slutting yourself out to felix, hmm? " he used one hand to hold you against the door, and the other to pull his shorts down, pulling his cock out. "answer me baby."

your mind was fuzzy between his sudden change in dominance and him lifting you in the air like you were weightless, you could barely comprehend what he was talking about. "y..yes." he smirked. "but now look at you, all fucked out by a little kissing and choking." you mewled as he tapped the tip of his leaking cock against your wet slit.

"look at you, you're about to drip all on the floor bun." he kept a protective hand on your waist, keeping you up against the wall. "c..changbin p..please." he pushed his way into you, his cock deliciously stretching you out.

"bun, you're so fucking tight, your small pussy can barely take me." he fully mounted you on his cock, against the door. "fuck your squeezing me so fucking tight." he growled in your ear.

"b..binnie s..so big." he began to thrust in and out of you, his cock dragging against your walls, your head fell back against the door, gripping his bicep. "you feelin full bun?" you nodded. "s..so full."

he felt like how you exactly imagined when you'd been hours in your room, fingering yourself the thought of him. "look at you, so dumb on my cock, gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you dumb." you babbled his name, your orgasm approaching.

"you're mine now, i don't share what's mine, next time i see you flirting with any other guy, im gonna fuck you until you can't walk, you understand?" his hand found a way to your neck again. "do.you.under.stand." he said with each thrust.

"fuck yes! changbin m'gonna cum." he sped up his trust, and your eyes rolled back as you came on his cock. "fuck.fuck.fuck!" he thrusted three times into before filling you up with his cum.

"im not letting you go, you're mine now." he whispered in your ear, pulling out of you, carrying your body to the bed, laying you down. "don't leave me." you grabbed his hand. "bun i have to get you cleaned up, get some rest, when you wake up, i'll take to get food." he kissed your forehead.

"but you have to wear my jacket, i don't want anyone else to see you in this outfit."

©️LUVYENI

[rrenzwrld]

mama’s baby, daddy’s maybe

in which connie is a famous basketball player who has a secret baby with his best friend

second half of part 5! read the first half here and read part four here!

“Nice of you to just come in like you really mess with us.” I watched my language.

His eyebrows furrowed. “What you mean? Y’all always been my people, why—“

“You a big time celebrity now, Con. You shouldn’t be mingling with the common folk.” He chuckled a bit but I wondered what was funny. I turned around to check on Celest and she was still busy watching something on my phone only because her tablet was the one thing I forgot to bring.

“That don’t mean nothing to me. I’m just glad we cool again.” It was a short conversation but it got us to the place.

Once we got there, obviously people recognized him and he was almost bombarded with people wanting him to sign something or take pictures with him. I really couldn’t see how he was just walking around with no bodyguards or nothing like he wasn’t a household name right now. But when we were finally sitting down away from the front, the chaos subsided.

“You been here before?” I asked him as I gave Celest the little kids menu to color on.

“I come here a lot actually, that’s how the staff know me so well.” He laughed. “But the place is authentic and the owner is really nice.” I hummed in response. Within a few minutes, the waitress came around for our drink orders. I ordered water and a kids sweet tea for Celest so I could pour it into her little sippy cup. Connie ordered tea too and told the waitress that we weren’t quite ready to order food yet.

“I still can’t believe you had a baby, Chy.” He went back to that. “But she’s the cutest lil thing. Quiet, but cute.”

I smiled. “She’s a lil shy right now but she warms up after a while.”

“What does she eat?”

“She’ll eat anything for real but her go-to is anything with rice. Can I see this, baby? Thank you~” She gave me the kids menu to look at for a second.

“Oh they have plenty of that here. You know what you want?” I wasn’t even looking at the menu.

I shook my head. “Nope.. what do you normally get?” He told me about a mexican dish that he really liked from there but I didn’t wanna repeat it because I couldn’t roll my R’s. Obviously he could do it because it’s literally a part of his culture. Because I trusted his judgement, I just went along with the dish he picked and ended up ordering a kids empanada with a side of rice for Celest.

“Hey, um this may seem like a personal question and you might not wanna answer it but…” He was hesitating but I knew what he was to ask. “Is her dad around at all? I just can’t imagine anyone wanting to leave you like—“

“He’s…” I really didn’t know how to answer that. The smart idea would be to just tell him right here but I couldn’t bring myself to do that right now. “Nah, he’s not around.” It felt so bad to lie. Especially to someone who was once my best friend, someone I’d trust my life with.

“Damn,” He mumbled and I did laugh a bit because it truly was a mixed up situation. The truth would be far from funny though. He saw me laugh at his comment and apologized immediately. “My bad, that’s just—“

“Crazy, I know.” I didn’t know what was going on in Connie’s head and I’m not sure I wanted to.

“Yeah…” Luckily the food came in just in time. I was gonna cut up Celest’s food until Connie offered to do it. “I got it, bring it here.” I slid the plate across the table and Celest looked up at me like I was giving away her stuff. The both of us started to laugh at her expression.

“He’s cuttin up your food for you mama.”

He laughed a bit. “She might not like me that much.” After Connie finished cutting up her food, the plate was right back in front of her, I poured the tea in her sippy cup and let her start eating before Connie and I started eating ourselves. I don’t know what it was but it felt like what I only imagined in my dreams. Sitting, eating, talking, and spending time Celest and Connie made me feel complete. But it was only a matter of time before all this had a possibility of crashing down.

After we ate and everything, it was getting late and people had to wake up in the morning so Connie was taking us home.

“Y’know, I really enjoyed tonight.” He said as he was keeping his eyes on the road. “I hope this isn’t the last time…” I was silent as if I was waiting for him to say something else.

“Don’t wanna lose you again.” My eyes trailed down to Connie’s inked hand loosely holding onto mine. I turned around in my seat to check on Celest but she was fast asleep with my phone in her lap.

“Con..”

“Promise me?” He squeezed my hand lightly which prompted me to hold onto his hand too. I honestly didn’t think I could hate myself anymore than I did.

“Promise.” I forced a tight smile. Although everything seemed okay now after two years, it could only go downhill again from here.

[mittensmorgul]

2023 in Mittens Fic

It's once again time for the annual accounting of things I have written! I think this year's total fic count, at 4, is my lowest ever, but I still managed more words than my two lowest years (peak pandemic, i loathe you still).

For reference, past year end summaries can be found here:

2022 | 2021 | 2020 | 2019 | 2018 | 2017 | 2016 | the closest thing I have to a 2015 wrap up post is the lil bit of text at the bottom of 2016′s post… even though my two most popular fics were from 2015 lololol

So I guess my main writing goal for 2024, since I know I will never surpass my 2015 totals, is to just do better than I did in 2023. Here's to more fic!

I managed a Pinefest fic, a fic I started for DCBB but didn't finish by the draft deadline and posted on my own, an annual destielversary fic, and an annual holiday fic. I think that's the bare minimum of what I try to aim for in a year, so even if I'm personally disappointed I didn't get anything else written in addition to that bare minimum, I'm glad I was at least able to hit that goal. Across this year's four posted fics, there's a total of 110,875 words.

Also, again slightly cheating, but since I've mentioned it for the past two years, I'm still making the @spngeorg podcast! In case the millions of words of meta I've written over the years aren't enough, and you want to hear me yell out loud about the show, you can start from the beginning on Spotify or wherever you enjoy podcasts! Or if that sounds daunting, since I just uploaded Episode 138, 7.12 Time After Time, which makes the backlog a lot to catch up on honestly, you're also welcome to just jump in now. Everyone please come yell with me! I swear, if you do start from the beginning, that I get dramatically better at this whole thing as we go on... at least, I think I have. If nothing else, episodes are far more manageably shorter now that I've developed a system. Only took 2 1/2 years, but here we are... :'D

With that business out of the way, let's break down those numbers! Presented in the order they posted:

Dear Western Red Cedar #2409 (63,433 words rated M) Written for @deancaspinefest with gorgeous art by @alexiescherryslurpy, and inspired by this tumblr post that had been plaguing my imagination for several years. It's a two person love triangle with Forest Ranger and secret bestselling author Dean and small town librarian Cas. Heck I want to go reread it just thinking about it now... this is a happy place fic for me.

one working part (40,051 words, rated E) I started this for DCBB, but failed to make the draft deadline, then finished it before posting began anyway... another canon finale fix-it fic, but this one is heavily It's A Wonderful Life flavored and based on a conversation I had with @greywrenn last year. This story picks up at the beginning of 15.19, and then slowly veers more and more from canon, running alongside canon and making rude hand gestures at canon along the way, because they all deserved to have nicer things than canon gave them.

all the time in the world (1,289 words, rated T) This is my annual Destielversary story, short and sweet. It's set immediately after the events of One Working Part, but you don't have to have read that to enjoy this one. Just know Cas is back with Dean, and they've got the rest of their lives stretched out in front of them.

Christmas, Present (6,102 words, rated T) My annual holiday fluff fic, this time set in an AU, since most of my past holiday fic has been canon universe. A Dean/Cas college AU, with Matchmaker Charlie who just wants her friends to be happy already!

And that's my year in fic (unless I manage to post something else in the next 33 hours or so, and lol no that ain't happening...)! As per usual, I've already written more than half of this year's word total for the 2024 Pinefest, which will post in March... or april... heck when is my posting date even... it's coming soon anyway! But it's all written! :'D

Once again, I've still got so many more stories I want to write. Even the To Be Written list has grown again. My idea list long ago surpassed SABLE status, and yet now there's even more on it...

It's five pages, and two thousand words longer than it was last year. this just gets worse every year :'D

But that means I'll never run out of things to write, and that's always something to celebrate!

Thanks again to everyone who’s read, kudos’ed, commented, reblogged, liked, rec’ed, and enjoyed anything I’ve written in the last year. I love you all. <3 See you in 2024!

[brutal-nemesis]

YWDaC: Turns Out, Forever Is a Long Time

Ayo we have FINALLY arrived at the end of Castys's lil pirate misadventure I hope you have enjoyed all of the delicious lore

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Ingredients: storm at sea activity, mentioned stabbing, suicide for "convenience" (it's not quite the usual level of he doesn't care but it's still not like bro wants to die yk), a little self harm (once again, out of practicality)

What Castys really wanted was to have something for breakfast, but responsibilities came first, so here he was, delivering a message that he could have ordered anyone else to relay, just so he could go back belowdecks and hopefully grab something on the way back, which made him wonder if he should have been given responsibilities in the first place, but oh well, he didn’t put himself in charge. Now, to get this done so he could eat. Castys knocked on the door in front of him, and upon hearing a noise that sounded like a word, he entered. Captain Izogie was sitting with her shirt partially off and her back to him, exposing the bold patterns of white fire ink curling around her dark shoulders. Alfyn was standing behind her with his hands on her bare back, clearly concentrating. It was a sight he’d seen before, but he always felt a little awkward stumbling upon it. 

“Uh, sorry, didn’t realize it was woman magic day.”

Izogie laughed a little as she turned her head to look at him. “Is that what you lot call it?”

“Less of a mouthful than whatever Alfyn says.”

Alfyn just sighed. “Estrogen production stimulation?”

Castys nodded. “Doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. Anyway, Captain, just thought I’d let you know the sunrise is red this morning, and given the clouds now, we’re all pretty sure it’s gonna storm. And yes,” Castys held up a hand, “preparations are already underway. Just wanted you to be aware.”

Alfyn, finished with Izogie’s treatment, stepped back. “In that case, I have a few things to secure in the med bay. If you’ll excuse me, Captain.”

Izogie nodded as she buttoned her shirt. “Thank you, Alfyn, you’re excused.” He gave Castys a smile as he left. “Thank you as well, Castys.” She gave him a thoughtful look as she pulled her coat on and stood up. “You know, when you first arrived, I wasn’t sure if you were going to last here, but here you are, my first mate, of all things. You’ve grown quite a bit.”

Castys rolled his eyes and smiled, leaning against the doorframe. “Well, yeah, a scared tied up kid rarely looks like he’s gonna amount to anything. And it took you a few years to get that mouth off of me,” he laughed.

“You say that like it’s gone completely,” Izogie said with a glint in her eye, coming up to stand in front of Castys. Despite more than a decade passing, she still towered over Castys, the passage of time only showing in the lines on her face and the gray streaking her hair. He hadn’t grown any taller, but he’d at least gained some muscle and quite a few scars, which was well within the realm of expectation for being a pirate. “Well then, let’s go help out, Castys. This isn’t our first storm, and we need to make sure it won’t be our last.”

“I’d prefer to go down to a sea monster, at least. And I can’t imagine anything short of a hurricane taking you, Captain.”

“I’d like to see one try.” 

The storm that night certainly did.

The rain came down in sheets, driven to needlepoints by the harsh winds. It was more difficult than ever to hear the shouts of the crew as reports and orders were passed around, and Castys’s throat was raw from relaying directions to the men at the helm. He was glad for the storm sails, because even though they hadn’t had time to put all of them up, they were still making good progress through the crashing waves. At least, he hoped so. 

The ship’s bow pierced through another wall of water, and it was all Castys could do to stay on his feet, holding tight to the rope tied around his waist. Shit, one of the men at the helm had collapsed, and there was no one else to take his place. Castys ran up, grabbing the wheel alongside the others as he continued to keep an eye on the angle of the bow and the oncoming waves. It was fine, he could keep this up even as his arms burned from the strain, the hairs that had escaped from his ponytail blowing in his eyes and sticking to his face, making it even harder to see, the ever-louder thunder overhead drowning out the sound of his own voice. Didn’t matter if things were only getting worse, they had to keep-

CRACK

Everything was too loud, or maybe too quiet, roaring and buzzing, he was pressed up against the soaking wood of the deck and there was a ball of dense, sharp agony buried in his chest, making it hard to breathe, he kept coughing, couldn’t stand, couldn’t see, the blackness was coming, fading in and out, and all of a sudden he was belowdecks, blood and rain puddling around him, hands on his chest, pulling up his shirt, the words muffled, his chin moved up, Alfyn’s eyes were gray and full of fear, he hadn’t seen that expression before, or maybe he had, and maybe he was going to die, here, because of the storm, because he couldn’t breathe, time was up, that was it, those thirty-four years were over and done he wasn’t getting that time back no more tries he was satisfied with that right he had to be he couldn’t have any regrets because he wasn’t supposed to but it would have been nice if…if…

Castys woke up to a vast expanse of yellowish-white, which was not the color he expected the afterlife to be. Upon further inspection, though, it turned out that it was just a sheet over his head. After tossing it off and sitting up, he was greeted by a shrill scream that should have come from a young girl but actually came from Alfyn. 

“Chill, dude, you shouldn’t have put that over me if you’d healed me.” Castys narrowed his eyes a bit as he talked. Did his voice always sound like that? Maybe whatever injuries he’d had had damaged his hearing or something. He wasn’t in any pain now, though, so that was good.

“C-Castys you-you’re-how are you-” Alfyn ran over, nearly tackling Castys as he pulled up his tattered shirt to reveal a rather bloodstained but otherwise perfectly fine torso. Castys gave him a weird look, leaning away.

“Uh, you’re the one who fixed whatever it was, weren’t you?” He brushed his wet hair off of his face as he stared down at himself. Why the fuck did he grow his hair out, again? It was annoying as hell like this. 

Alfyn shook his head in disbelief. “I didn’t heal you, Castys. You-you were…both of your lungs had collapsed and I-I couldn’t fix it but-” He looked Castys in the eye, frowning. “You…you look different. Younger.” He ran a hand over Castys’s ribs, and Castys was very glad that he was more than used to the medic touching his bare skin. “There’s no scar from what just-” 

“Hey, what are you-” Castys yelped as Alfyn forced him to lean forward, pulling up his shirt even more to expose his back.

“You still had scars from your first day, didn’t you? When you were flogged?”

“Uh, I think so? I don’t really make it a hobby to look at my back, so you’d probably know better than me.” 

Alfyn sighed, letting go of Castys and standing up. “Well, if they were there before, they’re gone now. You…” He looked around at the patients lying on the cots on the other side of the room. “Do you feel alright, Castys?”

“I think so? I’m not in any pain or anything, but…I dunno, does my voice sound weird to you?” There were a few other things that were bothering him, but he couldn’t really get a solid hold on what they were. He just felt different, his thoughts more scattered, his arms less muscular than he remembered, the persistent ache in his left knee from a battle wound a few years ago completely gone now.

Alfyn nodded slowly. “Now that you mention it, it does seem a little…off.” He frowned again. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on with you, Castys, but I have more urgent patients to attend to, and I’m going to ask you to stay put until we can get this sorted out.”

“But the s-”

“Fine then, I’m not asking, I’m ordering. Doctor’s orders supersede everything else, you know that. And the storm has almost passed. So stay. Put.”

Castys grumbled and crossed his arms, but he didn’t move to get up. He knew all too well that Alfyn wasn’t above restraining disobedient patients, and he’d rather avoid that today. Bored, he peeked at his chest again. It was very bloody, but there were no injuries anywhere, and poking his ribs didn’t hurt like a bitch, so they weren’t broken or anything. What was weird though was that he still had some scars, just not all of them. The twisted one on his tummy and the clean line over his heart were still there. He slapped a hand on his right cheek and tried very hard to smile, finding that, yup, he still couldn’t really do it on that side, so the remnant of the gash on his face was still there. But the one on his knee, on his arm, and apparently the ones on his back…gone. It didn’t make sense. Unless…

He put a hand over his heart. Every scar he still had now, he’d gotten before…before that day. The day he still didn’t want to believe had happened. Just as he was about to dig up that lovely little box of buried memories, Captain Izogie rushed in, worry etched in her face. 

“Alfyn, is it true Castys is-” she laid eyes on Castys and the tension visibly drained from her body. “Oh thank Mydnar.” She walked over and crouched down in front of where he was seated on the floor, eyeing him suspiciously. “What…what did Alfyn do to you? You look like a kid again.”

“Not my fault!” Alfyn called from where he was working on someone’s fucked-up arm.

“Uh, yeah, I, um,” Castys laughed nervously. “It’s my fault. I think. But I’m okay! All the breathing is happening fine.”

Izogie shook her head. “You’re not making any sense. Laias said a broken piece of the mizzen top yard poked a hole through your chest.”

“It did,” Alfyn said, wiping his hands as he walked over. “Both of his lungs were punctured. I worked as quickly as I could after I pulled it out, but…” he swallowed. “Your pulse was gone, Castys.”

“But I…I’m fine. I’m…” He swallowed. Everything was so cold all of a sudden, that was the only reason he’d be shaking like this, right? Had to be. Unsure if he even wanted to know the answer to this question, Castys lifted his shirt, poking at the scar on his stomach. “Alfyn…what if a person was…was stabbed right here. And the knife was dragged and twisted a bit before being pulled out. And then it went,” his finger was over his heart now, “right here. Would that person…would they die?”

Alfyn looked at Castys in slight horror before slowly nodding. “Without medical attention, in a matter of minutes. Possibly less depending on how much the stomach wound had bled and how much damage had been done.”

Every worry line in Izogie’s face stood out more than ever before. “Castys, you-what are you saying? Are those scars-”

“I think so.” Castys dropped his shirt. “At least, from what I can remember. So maybe I…I already died. Before this. All this time I just thought I might be remembering things wrong, but if what Alfyn said about earlier is true, then…and it might explain why I’m…different.”

“So you think you’re some kind of…” the furrow in Alfyn’s brow deepened, “immortal?”

Immortal. The thought was sort of exciting, as ridiculous as it seemed, but it was also sort of terrifying. Why the fuck was he one, anyway, if it was true? He was just Castys, a random pirate with incurable amnesia about his childhood and hadn’t done anything special besides the whole…maybe this was some kind of fucked-up reward for finishing his mission? But then where had-fuck, okay, no more of that, his brain hurt too much. Why think about things when he could get some results?

“Hey, Captain, could you stab me or something? I wanna see what happens.”

Izogie, who was still clearly trying to process whatever the hell was going on, gave him a very concerned look. “No, Castys, what-even if you think you’ll-you’ll come back what if-”

“Well, I should have died twice now. So I feel like I’ve already gotten a second chance if I was going to be dead anyway.” He glanced over at Alfyn. “Could you-”

“I’m a fucking doctor, Castys. My hands aren’t-I can’t. No.” The other pirates cursed pretty much every other word, but coming from Alfyn, that word might as well have been a cannon blast. Seeing that neither of his friends were willing to stab him for science, Castys dropped the idea and let them examine him for a bit before finally getting cleared to go back to his quarters. The crew gave him odd looks as he passed by, just hammering it in even more that he was different somehow. Either that or they’d heard he fucking died and was now walking around perfectly healthy, which was also probably cause for concern.

Once he was alone, he pulled out his sword and looked at his reflection in the blade. From what he could tell in this shitty makeshift mirror, his face did look a lot more youthful than he remembered. The scruff on his chin and his longer hair did make him look a bit older than the age he supposed his body was now, but the beard was itchy and long hair was a pain in the ass. Part of him wanted to hack his ponytail off right now with his knife, but he’d rather not look like a total mess on top of everything else, so he could wait to ask for a haircut tomorrow. He could shave, however, and he felt a lot better once it was done. 

Turning the razor over in his hands, Castys wondered if he really would come back to life again if he slit his throat or whatever. Well, only one way to find out. His clothes were already super bloody, anyway, so that wouldn’t be a problem. Here goes nothing, then.

Why were his hands shaking so much? It was just dying, he’d apparently done it before, it was fine, he’d come back, he wasn’t leaving anyone behind, just a quick swipe of the blade and then…then…he’d come back, right? Right. A-and if he didn’t, he’d already cheated death before, so it was only fair for things to end now. Deep breath maybe his last-

The blade moved a little more slowly than he would have liked, a flash of pain before-

Castys opened his eyes. He was still in his cabin, lying on the floor, razor still gripped in his hand, fresh blood warm and sticky on his neck. S-so then…he’d died. And come back. And wasn’t in any pain. 

Some sick fascination drove him to slice a deep gash in his arm before turning the blade on his neck again.

He woke up just as healthy as before, no cut in sight.

That settled it, then. Castys…he was immortal. A deep feeling of freedom unlike anything he’d ever known washed over him. He could do anything, go anywhere, not having to worry about wasting his time or being in danger, because fuck that he was immortal nothing would ever stop him again. 

Lying in a puddle of his own blood, Castys couldn’t help but laugh.

He got slapped and lectured the next day for testing things out on himself, sure, but it was nothing in the face of his infinite future. He could go on with everyone forever and e-

Kamon left. 

Alfyn died. 

Izogie retired.

And then, one day, Castys was standing on the deck of the ship, his ship, and he realized he didn’t recognize a single face looking back at him. Well, he recognized them, but he didn’t know them, didn’t remember any of them from his life before the years felt like minutes. There was a divide between them, and he wasn’t sure who put it there.

Immortality was…lonely. Isolating. 

Someone else like him had to be out there, right? So he’d look all over, chase down every lead, even an immortal monster or something would do, he just needed-

Castys felt as alone as he was all those years ago, trapped on that deserted island, the passage of time impossible to follow. 

But no matter what, he’d find that ship on the horizon. 

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hi there! i wanted to request a dreamcatcher sua x 8th member scenario: ok this is super cheesy but whatever, basically all of the dc members are dating someone and sua and 8th member are the only single ones. Since reader is the latest addition to the group compared to other, they didn't think much of it but on the other hand, sua has been feeling kinda lonely and touch starved, so she's happy when a new member arrived that way shes not that lonely anymore. they both start becoming very affectionate with eachother (always huging or having any kind of physical contact) until they both develop feelings for eachother? (a little angst at first but lots of fluff pls)

Thank you for the request! I hope I added enough fluff, otherwise please let me know if you’d like me to edit with more!! I tried my best without being overly cheesy or overly angsty (actually tried to keep it subtle lol)

Pairing: Sua x (Gender neutral) Reader

Word count: 939

Genre/contents: Dreamcatchers 8th member! Reader x Sua, a lil angst but way more fluffy (I hope)

Note: is “co-members” even a fcking word LMAO but uhhh I don’t really have much of a note this time? Just that I will finally admit that maybe I am not very good with fluff but hey, I still love it. Too cheesy? A little cheesy? Good thing I like cheese amiright?? :,) Someday I will be good at writing the fluffiest fluff imaginable.

Can she just reject me already so I can move on? Or like… Yk, give me a CHANCE :,((((

Sua was happy for them, seeing the girls with their significant others. She was happy they found someone who treated them with respect and cared for them.

But with that happiness on their behalf, also came a sense of longing. Loneliness that couldn’t be eased.

When you were added into the group’s lineup, she was glad to find out you were single as she would no longer be the only one in the group without a significant other.

She was just glad to have someone to hang out with without being third wheeled or feel as if she were intruding in the girls’ relationship.

With you, Sua felt less alone. Neither of you had a special someone to spend your free time with, thus spending it with each other by watching movies, eating at a small restaurant together, visit the karaoke bar- Anything that could be done with another person, there you and Sua were, having the time of your lives.

The only people that didn’t think you two were a couple- with the amount of time you’ve both spent together- were you and Sua.

“A new bakery shop opened up down the street,” Sua raised an eyebrow at you expectantly, “wanna come?”

You had already started to walk towards the door, where Sua stood.

“You had me at bakery.”

Sua grinned, linking her arm around your elbow and skipping out of the door and down the street with you.

The bakery had a few people already there to check it out, but there were plenty of tables for you and Sua to sit down together while enjoying one of the baked goods they sold.

“How did you find this place?” You asked, covering your mouth so she wouldn’t see you talking with your mouth full.

Sua smiled, “just in the neighborhood and saw the ‘grand opening’ sign.”

You took a short break from eating the pastry you had ordered, seeing how most of the customers were together- most notably, they were couples, holding each other’s hands, laughing with each other, one couple was even sharing a milkshake.

“Aw, are you going to replace me?“ Sua joked, seeing you were looking at all of the couples in the bakery. She felt a pang in her heart when she said that, thinking of the possibility.

You shook your head in response, finishing the pastry.

“No, never.” You replied, swallowing before continuing, “I do, someday, want to go on a date- An actual date.”

“What’s wrong with the dates we go on now?” Sua asked, although she was joking again, she was afraid of what you’d answer.

“I mean as a couple type of date, not a friend date.” You smiled, pushing your empty plate forward as you leaned back into the chair.

Sua felt that familiar ache in her chest. The longing and loneliness she felt when she saw the other members with their significant others.

She didn’t understand why it pained her to hear you say that or why it bothered her deep down when you called your time together, ‘friend dates’.

You noticed she had zoned out, staring at you with a soft frown. You brushed it off, though, and stacked her empty plate on top of yours.

“Besides, I don’t know if I want to date right now.” You spoke, seeing she was still staring at you with the same expression. “You know, with group promotions and all.”

Sua blinked after so long, forcing a smile, “yeah…Me too.”

You raised your eyebrows, unconvinced.

“I’m joking.” You smiled. Sua didn’t know what the joke was. She just figured you were going to find someone else to spend all of your time with and be clingy as you and Sua were with each other.

Sua realized that her pain wasn’t because she didn’t like the thought of you replacing her as a friend because she’d be lonely.

It was because she just didn’t like the thought of seeing you with someone else.

“I want you.”

You froze at her sudden words, grinning when she started to get flustered, her face turning red and her hands flying up to her face to ‘hide’ from you.

“I mean, I like you.” Sua clarified, still not meeting your gaze.

You reached across the table, taking her hands into yours, the grin still on your face.

“I was hoping you’d be the first to say that,” you chuckled. “I was terrified of what you’d say if I confessed first.”

Sua readjusted her hands in order for her to be able to rub her thumbs on the back of your hands.

“I was hoping you would be the first to confess.” Sua seemed less flustered at this point, her once flustered eyes were now focused solely on you.

“Does this count as an actual date now?” You scrunched your nose, half-joking.

A part of you wished she would say yes.

The other part of you wanted to restart on a different date, only officially as a couple and not as ‘friends’ or ‘co-members’.

“No,” Sua let go of your hands, standing up and grabbing the plates when she did. You followed her, hoping she’d clarify more. Sua set the plates under the sign where guests have been asked to set used dishes.

Sua looked at you, cupping your worried face and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“We will go on an official date.”

You felt relief wash over you, smiling happily as the two of you walked out the same way you both walked in.

Sua’s arm linked around your elbow.

Only this time it was as more than friends.

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Part 53 [Soldagand x Carly Masterlist]

Surprise at the end 👀

The end of autumn had stricken Sofea with freezing temperatures, considered cold even by the locals' standards. Soldagand had insisted upon Carly finishing her studying in his tree so that he could ensure her warmth. He was busy in town for most of the day, but explained to her that he would feel better knowing she was safe and comfortable by his hearth. She'd agreed without argument — her home at the sanctum never seemed to keep out the harsh wind as well as she'd liked.

Soldagand returned to his tree just as the sun had finished crossing below the horizon. It was hardly evening, but the days had become incredibly short. Soundlessly entering his tree, he spotted Carly seated on the couch in the den. She was so focused on the textbook in her hands that she hadn't noticed his arrival. It was high time, he decided, that his sunflower took a break. Ducking into the neighboring room, he moved to the record player and carefully placed the needle on the edge of the last vinyl he'd played. Soldagand slid back into the den as the record player sprung to life and lively music flooded the room. Startled, Carly looked up from her book. Her expression quickly turned to one of delight as soon as she saw that he’d returned. He rhythmically sauntered toward Carly’s seat on the couch. Soldagand took her hand in his and shot her a mischievous grin. She rolled her eyes with a smile and allowed him to pull her into the center of the room, leaving her studies behind. His other hand found its home at her lower back, pulling her close to his chest. Soldagand rocked his hips to the music, guiding her along with him. He quirked an eyebrow at her, making her blush and avert her eyes.

”C'mon, darlin'! You've been workin' too hard." She felt him adjust his grip on her. Without warning, he spun her into a dip. He pressed a sloppy kiss against her cheek, chuckling to himself.

“Soldagaaaaaaand,” whined Carly.

“What?” he teased, pulling her back upright. He let out a hearty laugh as she pressed her forehead into his chest. "Two years we've been together, and you're still getting tripped up by a lil kiss!"

"It's your fault for being so handsome!" she countered, her voice muffled by his muscular chest.

He chuckled. "Is it, now?"

"Mmhm," she confirmed, finally looking him in the eyes again.

He smirked. “I know just what you need. Stay put, darlin'." He released her and quickly dipped out of the den. She heard the music pause, then some rustling around, until the air was filled with a slow, romantic tune. Soldagand reappeared, his chest puffed out proudly. He looked incredibly pleased with himself as he crossed the room and settled both of his hands on her waist. “C’mon. Slow dance with me.” She averted her eyes with an embarrassed grin as she draped her arms around his neck. He knew her too well.

"I'm glad you're home," she said quietly, allowing him to gently move her to the music. "And thank you for letting me stay here."

"Of course." Soldagand pulled her closer. "I'm happy to have ya." He started covering her face in slow, gentle kisses.

"Soldagand, you're an absolute Don Juan," she huffed, shying under the surge of affection. The kisses, the music, and the warmth of his body made it hard to think.

He laughed. "Not to toot my own horn, but I think I’m a prime candidate for you to be cuttin’ your teeth on, girl. I’m old enough that I’ve learned to be patient. None of these boys in town could treat ya like I do. No, baby, you need a man with experience! They think romance is dead and gone, but I know a thing or two. Like this: ain’t nothin’ better than holdin’ a sweet lil thing in your arms, ‘specially when she’s lookin’ at you the way you’re lookin’ at me.”

She rolled her eyes with a smile. “And how am I looking at you, soldier?”

He chuckled and leaned close. “Like you just can’t wait for me to kiss you nice an' proper.” His lips met hers, gentle but firm. She giggled against him, holding him tight. When he pulled away, he sighed and gazed at her adoringly. "I can't wait to marry you," he murmured.

Her dopey smile faltered. "What?"

His eyes widened. "Huh?" Had he said that out loud? The look on her face suggested he had.

"I– You–" she stuttered helplessly. "What?"

"Let me, uh, turn the music off. Then we'll talk, alright? Just stay put, I'll be right back, sweetheart." His speech was quick and anxious, stumbling over his words. He released her and sped to the neighboring room to stop the record player.

He returned to find her exactly where he left her, frozen to the spot. "Sol?" she squeaked nervously, her hands clasped tightly against her chest.

"Sit down with me, baby, c'mon." He took her arm and led her to the couch, desperate to keep her from fainting again. He took her hands in his once they were seated beside each other, rubbing them gently with his thumbs. "Darlin'. I mean-- I mean, Carly." He let out a sigh. "You know I love you. And you know it's been on my mind for a while now. Marriage, I mean. Aniketos made that clear enough. But you and I have never talked about it, not really, so I wasn't ready to ask you. But that's what I want. And it's okay if you're not ready, or if you won't ever be. Really, that's alright. But I'd marry you in a heartbeat if you'd have me. I wanna be yours."

Her mind was clearly racing. "Could-- Could we even do that? I mean, your Queen…"

He sighed. "I already asked her. And your Head Mage, for good measure. Ani's given me his blessing, too."

Carly's face started turning red. "What?"

"I wanted to make sure I had all my bases covered," he explained. "Didn't wanna make a promise to you that I couldn't keep. There's no doing anything like that without the Queen's approval, obviously. It took a lot of convincing, but I finally swayed her. As for the Head Mage, well, he's taken such good care of you that it felt wrong not to run it by him. He didn't have a problem with it, of course. Thinks I'm good for you. And Ani, well… You know how important you are to him. It felt right to get his permission, darlin'."

"And… and he approves? Aniketos does?" she asked timidly.

"Of course, sweetheart. He's the first person I asked. I promised him a long time ago that I'd never get between the two of you, and here I am, just…" He sighed. "Well, I might as well do this proper. Is that alright? It's not like you don't know where this is goin'. Hold on. I'll be right back." He stood from the couch, squeezing her hands briefly before turning to leave, and disappeared into his bedroom. Carly's heart was racing.

Soldagand returned in less than a minute, a small box in one hand. He dropped to one knee in front of where she was seated. Taking a deep breath, he opened the box to reveal a ring. "Carly Yvonne Maclin," he said, his voice steady and soft.

Her heart skipped a beat. It was really happening. "Soldagand?"

"Will you marry me?"

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OK so the image isn’t that important or great but i’ve been really obsessed with the song Birthday Suit by Cosmo Sheldrake and i cannot get the idea out of my head about King Rentheking’s story arc aligning with the lyrics-

(the photo is just like focus because originally i wanted to do little drawings for each of the lyrics sort of animatic style but then i couldn’t finish it in one sitting and i decided i didn’t need to finish it) so instead of doing that, i’m gonna just go through the lyrics and what part/ why i think it aligns with the storyyyy thus far!

“Weighed down by morning, in my birthday suit” - sun rise over the crastle, ren wearing his lil crown and big ol king cloak -> i think the crown and power/ responsibility has been a lot of pressure on ren and i think he is scared and desperate, he’s pulling last ditch efforts to try to live up to what bdubs accidentally(?) cursed him to

“lift up the evening, just for a while” - down in the vault w/ impulse setting up the costume party and secretly leading everyone down there -> it’s almost like accidentally a flex from impulse- he has more power than the king! it seems absurd but bare w/ me; he got everyone to conjugate together, no one actually listens to the king, impulse just gave out the kings diamonds full stop- ya see where i’m going? and some of that is ren’s own fault, like in rens desperation he is further severing his connection with his people

”backwards, upside down, and inside out. so hold on or we’ll all fall down” everyone scattering like that one scene in ratatouille all fleeing in different directions -> they all left cause they know they were doing something they weren’t supposed to and they didn’t want to be get caught. ren is a bit of a tyrant, they knew what would happened if they stayed. the ‘hold on or we’ll al fall down’ is so HDJFJJSJFJJS to me because there is something to lose on both sides almost?? like for ren, if he goes too far he’s going to be overthrown so he has to hold on to whatever he can to retain power because he’s lost support and credibility. like he broke the one thing he was hired to fix. but for everyone else, they’re already getting the short straw! they have no money anymore with rens hoarding and the stupid royal emeralds, the laws are getting more and more absurd, like what else are they supposed to do? they have to be strong and fight ren because if they don’t, he’s just going to keep digging himself into a hole and dragging everyone down w/ him.

”oh, heave the oceans too, won’t you?” like just imagine all the billboards proclaiming the laws -> more just an idea of everyone (even rens own team) becoming fed up with his bs. just like ‘oh ofc, we won’t afk or do anything apparently! great!’ just sarcasm hhh

“i’ll keep my ears on” doc chillin in his garden in the perimeter -> i love how doc literally was just like ‘no’ and made his own country- its wonderful and we love him for it <3 but yeah just doc silently overhearing everything happening and being glad he’s not a part of it and doesn’t have to abide by rens laws

“i’ll keep my eyes open” either watcher grian overseeing it all from his lil cave w/ the rift OR ren paranoid and nervously checking behind him -> ren knows he’s gonna be shut down soon, with the soup group and everything, that’s why he’s becoming so desperate. everywhere it seems someone wants his head on a stake

”i’ll keep my legs in sight and wait, ‘til we all fall down” a possible future scenario, ren being beheaded as a formal gesture of his finality -> ‘til we all fall down’ except it’s ren’s head in a basket- i think everyone is just WAITING until ren falls down and no more king!! c’mon we all know how positions of power work on the hermitcraft server smh

alright and that concludes these ramblings of a lunatic!! of you read through that, tysm!! i’ve had these thoughts for a while and i’m glad to have a space to voice ‘em. but genuinely so many props to ren for pulling this off??? like it’s very hard to play the villain and be someone that everyone hates and is wishing for their demise but he does it so well and continues to put in that one of a kind effort and flair that we’ve come to known X) UGH I JUST LOVE THIS SERIES SO MUCH JEJJFJSJCJJDJFJ OKK BYEEE AND IF YOU EVER WANNA TALK TO ME ABOUT HERMITCRAFT PLS REACH OUT LOL -jeddie

[princesscolumbia]

@gingerhaze does not know me at all. I cannot claim to be their biggest fan, even though I love darn near everything of theirs I've ever seen. I can't write as much fanfic as a tribute to their work as some of the other people in the various fandoms, I can't claim to have followed them for all that long on social media, but somehow they've made me a better person and accepted myself more than damn near anything else.

They wrote Adora in SPOP so well that I saw myself in her and helped me find out just exactly the kind of woman I actually am. (...and led me to the community that would help me find the words for it and the love and acceptance that I'd never had in my life.)

When Nate fully embraced being publicly transmasc and told the world their new name, the gentle way they told their story and said the words, "I love that our biology is malleable," and a scared little girl inside me answered, "Please don't make me go back!" I was finally able to start truly healing enough to not only accept masculinity in the world, and just in time to fall in love with my own transmasc NB possible life partner. (I'll know for sure in October, I think, but so far we're holding on tight until we get there.)

And today I watched Nimona with my daughter, like I promised I would (Thanks for the catch on a good birthday gift for my kiddo, Nate! ADHD made it so I completely spaced when her birthday was, so whether you knew it or not, you had my back). My wonderful teenager who came to her "transmom" (her word for me) to ask what a lesbian was when she was too scared to go to her "biological mom" (the mother who carried her for 9 months), who told me she wants to be goth, then punk, then just make art, then be a Youtuber. (She's pretty sure she's not trans or NB, and she knows she's in a safe space to explore that with me, and she keeps saying that she isn't sure if she's straight or gay, but I'm pretty sure with her desire to wear a suit and take her best friend to prom, plus her very short haircut she got for her birthday that I'm raising a lil' butch lesbian...who's not going to be 'lil' for much longer, given she's already taller than her granny)

And (avast, spoilers ahead) when Nimona was feeling lost and alone and like the world was doing its damndest to kill her and she had been made 'the bad guy' and had so many things go wrong and I could only see when I was homeless and my van blew its coolant system all over me giving me third-degree burns in the middle of a desert where the nighttime temperatures never dipped below 93F and I was in shock and knew that everything I had ever fought for to hold on to something good in my life had just nearly blown my hand off and there was a bridge over a busy freeway only a few minutes walk away and all I had to do was make it over the railing...

...and my girlfriend held me back. (No, not the transmasc NB, I'm poly, get with the times, people, it's the 21st century and we invented the Internet, you have no excuse)

And when Ballister held Nimona back, I cried, and I was SO glad my daughter was so transfixed with the movie 'cause she missed me healing YET AGAIN because of Nate's work. When the credits were over (or, more accurately, we wound up back at the Netflix screen 'cause the interface to just finish watching the credits didn't work), I made my way into the bedroom and my girlfriend didn't even see me yet and said, "Are you crying?!" and I hugged her and kissed the top of her head and hugged her and she said, "You ARE crying!" in that amused and loving and exasperated way she gets when I get all emotional.

Thank you, Nate.

[nickywhoisi]

AAAAAAAHHH IT'S MY TWO FAVOURITES EVER

Finally finished the best boys, James and Edward. Or in this au project, Red Zircon 9.6 and Moonstone 6.3! Edited as I've finally decided.

The last time I drew this version of Jame was when I was still practicing how to draw the kind of gem I wanted him to be. Also gave the cast slightly samey outfits. I knew even a humanoid James would want to do everything to stand out, so a leg pattern and a big lifted collar was just the thing. I sort of liked the old leg pattern, but it was overly pointy and got way too difficult to measure/scale right. There were some problems with it and I'm amazed I finished the one at all. I told myself the k.i.s.s. method there

Red Zircon's outfit was about to look a little different, but I'm glad I went with something bolder in comparison with everyone else's looks. Also booty shorts. #Yassify. As for Moon, I just switched the tie. The one he would have gotten I will be giving to Toby once I get around to drawing him. The rest I'm super happy with. A jacket didn't seem to suit him. He looks like a charming lil butler now 83 awww

Fun fact; Red Zircon, in the story, has black flecks of Painite as inclusions. Not only to make him all the more unique, it's my little reference to the rws origins and his old black livery. You'll see that when I upload a coloured version sometime later. For now I wanted to keep my line art clean to show off his hairstyle.

Oh and pay no mind to the stuff around them. Those are in separate posts! ;D

[sheyshocked]

Man I absolutely freaking love your SiMarkus short fics!! It's the stuff I look forward to reading every time I had a long day, the way you write their dynamics is so addicting and by the way (I kinda feel sorry for Redon who always has a chance to get shoved in the pantry because he's just being him haha) like Simon and Markus are just two husbands in love??? And make you go 💞💞💞💞 also the way you never fail to mention their flaws and write it in a good way into the story because obviously not every android you see can act in whatever way possible like a human could (*cough* like Simon when in bed *cough*) it's so good and it basically made me say "alright this is canon NOW."

Also, Simon, an old PL600 model, the fact that you mentioned that he took a little bit more time to wake up in the mornings and him being sometimes confused because he's an old model who doesn't immediately know what to do, makes me love him and your writing more! They're androids too and they're different models with different workings, I don't think I could find much fics that mention these kinds of things.

I love ur writings and I hope I could read more of ur lil simarkus series like 'Markus Manfred's Happy Family'

*Shey.exe stopped working*

Oh my god, that's so sweet, I don't know what to say? You've just single-handedly made my day, thank you 💙💙💙

Yeah, poor Redon, that he has to put up with them at times. But maybe, just maybe he'll pay them back in the future 😉 We'll see about that.

I'm glad you like the small individual flaws and quirks I gave them, I always try to take into consideration that they are still androids, even though very human-like and feeling. It adds to the flavor, ya know?

Don't worry, I will definitely write more about them. I still have big plans for the series (after all, they still need to get married for real). Just don't know when I'll be able to return to it, since I'm finishing NaNoWriMo this month (I'm editing my original novel rn) and finals start right after that. But I'm looking forward to it, I miss the boys a lot!

Anyway, thanks again for this message, it warms my heart that you enjoy my writing so much 💙

[foxtophat]

Dr. Robotnik is not looking forward to breaking in the latest in a long line of disappointing government liaisons. Stone does his best to make a good first impression.

i've been working on and off on a series of stobotnik shorts and i figured that i should probably start by posting the first one!!! the series will let me live out the chaotic dumbass energy i feel coursing through these characters

as usual, if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, commenting or giving kudos so i know you're into it! i'll be posting more at random, basically whenever the next part gets finished lol.

the story is only 2000 words long so i'll post it beneath the cut for you! i hope you enjoy :)

Few things irritate Dr. Ivo Robotnik more than having to break in his handlers. They come to him with government-issued expectations in mind, the promise of a cushy salary, and the inexplicable hope of fixing the world with his public-facing projects — and Robotnik invariably has to beat into them the grim reality of their situation. The last three agents assigned to liaise for him had crumbled under the weight of their own dreams. They'd realized, each in turn, that Robotnik was not one to be corralled by red tape and government wishes; that the lifestyle Robotnik required precluded any sociable use of that five-figure salary; and that in the end, Robotnik's heart lay not with righting societal wrongs and fixing economic catastrophes, but in the cool, sleek, impersonal battle drones that take up ninety-percent of his time.

At this point, Robotnik's getting tired of the whole song and dance, so he's going to make this next one quick.

Flanked on either side and led by three anonymous security guards, Robotnik makes his way down the hall of yet another nondescript government building, contemplating just how to get rid of this newest pain in his ass. They'll meet sometime today — ideally before Robotnik boards his government-chartered plane to Cuba — and Robotnik will out-do his own personal speed-run of destroying government property. He can make it quick. They'll be carting him away by the time he's airdropping into communist territory.

As if summoned by the thought alone, Robotnik suddenly finds the space to his left occupied by a stranger. He falls into step beside the doctor, who hadn't noticed his arrival until just now. He's a full two inches shorter than the last guy, with big brown eyes and a cheerful, bright smile, immaculately dressed in a dark suit and red tie.

"Good morning, doctor," he says, "My name is Stone."

"I know who you are," Robotnik sighs, surprise fading fast into irritation, already tired of the small talk before it's begun. "I've already read, cataloged, and filed away everything that the US government has deemed worth recording about you, Agent Stone. As well as the Canadian government, for that matter."

"Sure," Stone agrees mildly, his smile untouched by Robotnik's deepening scowl. "And I'm sure you also ran your own independent background check."

"Naturally. Would you like to know what I found out about you, Agent Stone?" Robotnik makes sure to lean in, just to rub his height in the grinning buffoon's face.

"I would love to know," Stone replies.

Robotnik huffs and leans away. "I bet you would," he sniffs.

In truth, he hadn't found out all that much. Stone, for all intents and purposes, is a boring nobody whose only achievements seem to be following orders and staying out of the way. A few family members he hasn't spoken to in years. No social media presence. No colleagues putting in a word, good or bad. Just a short, formal list of accomplishments on the field, without anything to stand out in particular. Robotnik figures they're scraping the bottom of the barrel, looking for someone to put a leash on him.

They enter the elevator at the end of the hall, squished shoulder-to-shoulder between the no-name security guards. The man leading them, a taciturn blond with a heavy brow, turns to glare momentarily at Stone as they jostle one another.

"I did my own research, too," Stone says, ignoring their company entirely. "I hope you don't mind, doctor."

"I do mind," he snaps, gesturing, "But let's hear it all the same."

"Well, they gave me lots of information to go off of," Stone demurs. "When you were born, your accomplishments at the orphanage you grew up in, your five PhDs... I noticed that you always boarded at whatever school you went to, but you always lived alone. That means there aren't any roommates for me to interrogate, and you have no known addresses since you left the orphanage. And you've been bouncing between various alphabet agencies since then, never settling anywhere. And even though you get passed back and forth whenever it's convenient, you still appear to have a spotless achievement record. That is, of course, if I disregard what I found out about your last three psych evals."

He smiles. Even has the audacity to wink. "But I don't take those very seriously, sir."

The elevator stops and the doors open. Robotnik steps forward, pleased when the four accompanying him follow without being ordered.

"Well," Robotnik growls. "That's everything but my birth chart, Stone."

Finally, Stone's relaxed facade falters, and he flicks his eyes towards the mirrored elevator wall. "I think the fact that you're a Capricorn moon explains a lot," he offers, having the good sense to seem embarrassed.

"I am this close to firing you, and we haven't even made it to the helipad yet. That is a new record, one I'm sure will fit perfectly alongside all your other disappointing talents." He scowls down at Stone, who blinks up at him curiously. "Here's what you need to know, Stone. I expect you to be the boy who is neither seen nor heard, do you understand me? I have no intention of putting up with any oversight, government or otherwise, and so your job, as of this moment, is to sit in the corner and tell the bigwigs in charge that I'm doing just hunky-dory without their continued meddling. You will have no use or relevance to me outside of that. Do I make myself clear?"

Stone nods. "Yes, of course, doctor."

"You see? Already disobeying me. Do you know who hasn't said a word to me all day, like a good subordinate? It's that guy." He points to the man leading them through the empty thirtieth-floor lobby, plucking a name for him at random. "At this point, it seems Bradley here is as good a handler as you are."

Stone's goofy little smile finally dissipates under his furrowed brow.

"I would advise against him in particular," he says.

"And why is that? What do you have against poor old Brad? He's as solid and reliable as you are. Probably more so."

"Yes, doctor, it's only — he's leading us straight into an ambush."

Nobody looks at Stone as he says it. Nobody's gait falters. Robotnik's fists clench at his sides. "Ridiculous," he grunts, vocally dismissive as he eyes the twitchy looking woman to Stone's left. "There are six marines waiting for us on the roof. An ambush there would be suicidally stupid."

"Yes," Brad agrees. "That's why the ambush is right here."

Robotnik doesn't bother waiting for the first bullet to fly before he drops to the ground, uninterested in getting shot in the face. Things happen quickly above him, as Stone kicks the left assailant's gun out of her hands before launching himself at Brad, and Robotnik endeavors to keep things speedy on his side as well.

Reaching into his pocket, he finds the shiny chrome disc he's been tinkering with lately. It had started out as a simple disarming measure before he'd gotten carried away with the alternative possibilities, but he hasn't had a chance to field test it... until now. With no time to waste, Robotnik flings the disc towards their rightmost assailant. He's unable to hide his childish glee as the disc attaches to the gun aimed right at him, propelling it and its wielder backward at near-terminal velocity. The assassin makes a funny noise as he slams into the window bank, and his impact sends a mass of tiny cracks through the tempered glass.

Brad looks over to see what happened, and Stone uses the split-second distraction to punch him twice in the throat, hard enough to send him gagging to the ground. Stone goes ahead and stomps on his head twice, too, just to ensure he won't get up again. From the blood seeping into the carpet under his face, that's not going to be an issue.

The last assassin, gun out of reach, rushes towards her yowling comrade. Robotnik can't help but shake his head and remark, "I really wouldn't do that if I were her..."

Stone openly ogles the contraption doing his job for him. "Wow," he says. He seems astonished, but Robotnik doesn't know how to take it when he breathlessly exclaims, "It looks like that hurts an awful lot."

"Why yes, Stone," he replies. "It does look rather painful. I suppose I should do something about it..."

An awful burning smell wafts their way from the wailing assailant, his hand all but crushed under the gun, which in turn rattles viciously against the window. Robotnik realizes with mild irritation that the friction is burning a hole straight through the man's hand. It's not an unwelcome side-effect, but it is unintended, and that is the unacceptable part.

Unable to help himself, Robotnik approaches to troubleshoot. It's not often that he gets such a chance, and he can't resist. The window is a fractured pane of frosted glass by now, shuddering in its anchors, but that hardly worries him. He's jumped from planes, scaled narrow precipices, and hiked mountain ranges. He's well accustomed to the ferocity of the wind at this height, and he's confident in his own abilities.

"You'd better watch your step, Stone," he comments blithely, "The air conditioning's about to come on, and I'm not sure you're ready for it."

Stone, just two paces behind him, moves to intercept the third assassin before she can even turn from her howling friend. She lets loose a few choice insults towards Robotnik's moral compass, and then Stone cracks her head against the neighboring windowpane. She drops like a pile of bricks, and Stone steps over her limp body as if he's already forgotten about her.

"I think we both ought to move back," Stone says. Or, well, he starts to — but the window gives way before he can finish, the roaring wind ripping the caution from his mouth. The glass splinters and finally, finally the silver disc finishes its job and zips off into the sky, carrying the gun with it. Another little unexpected hitch — he'll have to send one of his drones out to pick it up later.

The disastrous first run doesn't bother him. Neither does the wind, although it tries its best. No, the thing that bothers him is the way the final assassin reaches out with his formerly pinned hand, hoping to snag Robotnik's sleeve. Worse yet, he succeeds, his bloody, charred hand grabbing hold of his jacket and giving it a hard yank.

"Christ!" Robotnik hollers, going straight out the window with the rest of the bathwater. There, in front of him, is the distant horizon, and below him, the man, grinning in grim delight at his newfound company on this long, long fall.

And then, there with shards of glass scattering the sunlight like a thousand tiny disco lights, Agent Stone reaches out and grabs Robotnik by the arm. His face is a tight grimace of pain and determination, and the sight of it sends a shock through Robotnik the way no thirty-story drop could possibly manage. The groan of effort as Stone pulls him to safety almost makes the peril worth it.

With one final yank, Robotnik finds himself toppling over into the relative safety of the lobby. Stone lies beside him, his chest heaving from exertion, his perfect suit wrinkled and spattered with blood. Somebody moans weakly behind them, but the sound is drowned out as government agents flood the floor. They've probably been mobilizing up the stairwell since the word ambush. Not that they managed to do anything worthwhile — Stone had it handled before they'd even arrived.

"Alright," Robotnik says, once he's managed to catch his breath. "I... suppose that does it. You're hired."

He doesn't expect Stone's short, vaguely hysterical laugh. And, when Stone lifts a hand into the air between them, he hardly expects to shake it. And yet here he is, reaching out, their hands clasped firmly in the air for a moment before separating.

"Great," Stone gasps, grinning up at the ceiling. "Happy to be here."

[xiaosmoon]

𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚?!

pairings: kaeya, thoma, & childe x afab!gn!reader

summary: you left your bra with him... oops

warnings/content: suggestive content. implied sex but no actual descriptions of it

a/n: some are shorter than others bc i got a lil carried away with kaeya's hehe. also i might make a part two if anyone wants it

-> kaeya

he was never the type of person to deny any of your advances towards him, especially in the comfort his own office. why bother with boring paperwork when you're oh so desperately trying to gain his attention?

but today you were in more of a hurry than usual, having promised lisa that you'd help out in the library, it would look bad to show up late with your cheeks ablaze and hair a mess. "are you sure you can't stay longer, darling?" kaeya continued his sensual kisses up your shoulder, until he met the base of your neck. "mm, can't." you were still breathless from your previous activities. regaining your composure was somehow out of the question. kaeya sighs, pressing a final farewell kiss to your soft lips. "a shame. i'll see you later tonight then."

kaeya was such a tease most of the time. leaving lingering kisses in public, slipping his hands to places they shouldn't be — so why not take the liberty of teasing him back? it wouldn't be so bad to just leave your bra laying around his office floor, would it?

you glance once more at the bra not so strategically placed just barely under his desk before leaving the room. "suppose this paperwork won't do itself." kaeya mutters to himself. not even 30 minutes later, jean walks in with a new stack of folders, waiting to be signed and reviewed. kaeya glances up. "oh, wonderful." the sarcasm dripping from his tongue was not appreciated by the acting grand master.

"don't worry, they aren't due until the end of the week. you'll have plenty of time." jean sighs, dropping the stack right onto his desk. "how are the folders from last week? almost finished."

"i am so glad you asked. i even wrapped a little bow on it for you." kaeya slyly winked before shuffling around inside his desk. while waiting for kaeya to find his papers, jeans eyes wandered around his office. looking at old books she doubts he's read, old pictures of him and his brother, and oh — a bra?!

jean's face turns crimson she can't even try hiding. her eyes snap strictly to her feet, avoiding everything at all costs. "aha! found them. here you are– master jean?" the normally calm and collected knight has now lost all of her professionalism. the shade of her face has turned almost as bright as master diluc's hair.

"i, uh." jean clears her throat, trying to stop her voice from becoming too high pitched. "yes, t-thank you, kaeya. and please," she does a sharp 180 before daring to finish her sentence. "clean your office one in awhile."

jean was out of the room faster than kaeya could blink. is my office truly that untidy? he looked around, and was about to call noelle to clean up a bit before his icy eyes fell onto the perpetrator.

how cute of you to leave behind a little black lacy bra. kaeya wasn't mad. how could he be? instead of putting it away to hand back to you later, kaeya places it onto his desk, for anyone who dares to enter to see.

hopefully it wasn't your favorite bra, because you weren't getting it back.

-> thoma

laundry around the kamisato estate somehow never tends to get finished. as soon as thoma finishes one load, another pile of dry, lovely smelling clothes are just waiting to be folded and stuffed away.

today however, you've found a way to distract thoma from his duties for just a short while. making out with the kamisato housekeeper in the laundry room wasn't exactly the most classy thing to be doing, but that's alright. everyone needs a break from time to time, right?

"i really shouldn't–" thoma's breathless panting was doing nothing to help his case. "be slacking off–" his words weren't agreeing with his actions. thoma's hair was tangled into your hair, weaving every which way. your top was half way down your body and his shirt was completely disregarded onto the floor.

you placed one finale kiss onto his neck before sighing. "i suppose i shouldn't keep you too long. i'll see you later, after dinner then." you winked at your lover before fixing your top and leaving him bewildered. that's the one thing thoma loved about you, the excitement and rush that came from being with you.

thoma shakes, quickly fixing his clothing before leaving the laundry room closet that you two were cramped into. it was unfortunate thoma didn't notice your pretty pink bra that was carelessly discarded on the floor. pushing away the events from just moments before, thoma continues his ironing of fabrics and kimonos, preparing them for the next day.

the sound of the sliding door almost didn't catch thoma's attention. in walked in a fellow groundskeeper who thoma has seen quite a few times around the kamisato household. "oh, hello! are looking for your laundry?" thoma's peppy tone was always sure to put anyone in a great mood.

"in fact i was. but you seem pretty busy, i can always come back... thoma, i think you missed a, uhm, item." the groundskeeper let out an awkward cough, turning his gaze sharply to the ceiling. thoma tilted his head to the side. "a item of clothing?" he looked around the room to see this mysterious item. and oh would you look at that, it was your bra. the pink shade made it look out of place in the room, so easy to find.

thoma's cheeks matched your undergarment. "oh.. um well thank you. i'll have your laundry ready for you later." without another word, the groundskeeper quickly fled the scene. how embarrassing.

there was no way you could have forgotten your bra here, right? thoma quickly swiped the undergarment and shoved it into the hamper.

he was going to have a very, very long talk with you later.

-> childe

leaving your bra with childe might've been the biggest mistake ever. for childe, this was an absolute field day!

you didn't even mean to leave your bra out on your bed. you were leaving your home in a rush this morning and told yourself you would put it away when you got back.

unfortunately for you, childe had beat you to it. now it's not like this is his first time ever seeing your bra, but putting it on and taking silly pictures with it was all too tempting.

and so of course you had to walk in during the wrong time. entering your room, you were not expecting to see your boyfriend wearing your bra with oranges stuffed into them for the whole effect.

"babe, look! you really have to wear this thing everyday? it's so hard to put on." childe continued checking out his unusual appearance in your mirror.

you mentally face palmed yourself.

"childe, what on earth are you doing?" you sigh, plopping your bag onto the floor. he turned his attention to you with the dorkiest smile on display. "wanted to see what having boobs was like. is that so wrong?"

you roll your eyes at his childishness. but you couldn't help the little smile creeping up on your lips either. "well, i think your boobs would be a lot smaller than that."

childe let out an exaggerated gasp. "you take that back!"

sticking your tongue out at him, you blow a raspberry. and before you could register anything, you were met with a pillow slam to your face.

and just like that, a very intense war of pillows began.

maybe you were just a child at heart too.

[bisexual-thoughtss]

Olivia Benson x Reader

I was watching season 3 episode 8 when the perp is the child of a rape and everyone keeps saying awful stuff, and I just wanted to hug Olivia so bad she was so sad the whole episode. Lil angst in the beginning but mostly just tooth-rotting fluff. Seriously, you’re gonna need a dentist.

You’d received a call earlier in the day from Elliot, asking you to check on Olivia. He didn’t provide many details other than the case they were working had been rough on her. You decided to run to the store to pick up some groceries to make her favorite meal. You didn’t know what the case was, but you figured a little spoiling couldn’t hurt in making her feel better once she got home.

You’re just finishing cooking when you hear the jingle of keys in the door.

“Hey, babe,” you call happily, the familiar clatter of her kicking her shoes off and tossing her bag on the hook music to your ears. She walks around the corner looking like a kicked puppy.

“What are you up to?” She asks, sounding much quieter than normal.

“Making my favorite person’s favorite dinner,” you smile, turning off the burner before turning around to look at her. It was like a puppet with its strings cut, all the tension she held in her posture melted away in a snap. Her tense shoulders fell away from her ears, her eyebrows bunching together as tears welled in her eyes.

“C’mere,” you pull her into a tight hug, rubbing soothing circles on her back. She buries her face into your neck and your heart breaks a little as you feel her tears hit your skin.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” You murmur as sobs shake her body. You’d never seen her this emotional, always being strong in the face of whatever her job threw at her. But this time, whatever it was seemed like it was just too much for her to take. You walk her over to the couch and sit, pulling her down with you. She immediately wraps herself around you again as soon as you’re seated.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask, continuing to rub her back gently. She explains the case they were working on, and your heart breaks even more as she tells you the harsh things different people had said, not knowing who they were talking to.

“Do you think- would the world have been better without me in it?” She asks tearily, finally glancing up at you. Your blood boils thinking about the people who made her feel this low.

“Olivia Benson,” you start, wiping the tears away from her cheeks, “you are the kindest person I know. You help people, everyday. You do a job that most people could never handle, and you do it because you care. You chose to do this difficult job and to help and believe victims when no one else will.”

“I think that the world, and especially my world, would be a hell of a lot worse without you in it,” you tell her. She cracks a small smile, but it feels like a big victory to you. You stroke the short spikes of her hair away from her face, her chin resting on your sternum as she looks up at you.

“I’m sorry I unloaded all that on you. And that dinner is cold,” she mumbles, chewing her lip as she stares into the distance.

“You’re allowed to have emotions. I’m glad you feel comfortable enough to come to me. And dinner can always be reheated. I’m sorry people are so shitty,” you tell her, the smile you love making another small appearance as you scratch her scalp lightly.

“You’re too good to me,” she smiles pressing a little kiss to your lips.

“Mm, no, nothing is too good for you. You deserve every good thing,” you answer genuinely.

“Stop it,” she giggles, voice thick with emotion as she hides her face in your chest.

Her stomach lets out a loud growl, making you shake with laughter.

“C’mon, what have you had to eat today? Coffee? Let’s get some food in you,” you laugh, beginning to extricate yourself from the couch, but she latches on so you can’t move.

“We can come right back to cuddling after, you just need to eat something,” you tell her and she sighs dramatically to make you laugh.

“Promise?” She smiles and you press a kiss to her lips, trying to convey all your emotions for her through it.

“Promise.”

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Sohn Youngjae (Eric) - Kiss Me If You Can

Eric x fem! reader

Warnings: thigh fucking, unprotected sex, unrequited feelings, angst, smoking (just a lil bit sorry)

Everyone in this story is of age, let's just say you're a tad older than Eric. And yeah, can you tell I have a thing for shy Eric? I hope I didn't make it too OOC though. Also if you don't like smoking you can pretend you're just having a drink or something, I just felt like including it.

Eric had a crush on his sister's best friend. Little did he know the girl of his (wet) dreams would surprise him.

Your best friend's parents were out of town for the weekend, and she was left in charge of taking care of their house. Naturally, you were invited to stay for a sleepover, and you were excited, picking out cute outfits and games to bring with you. It's been a while since you got to hang out at their place, and you were looking forward to movie night and chilling in pajamas all day.

You ring the doorbell and a mop of pink hair greets you at the door. You blink in surprise before engulfing the boy in a tight hug. "Eric! You keep growing every time I see you~" you coo, ruffling his already messy pink hair. Eric blushes, his cheeks turning the color of his hair as he rubs the back of his neck shyly. "It's good to see you too, noona," he smiles, before yelling for his sister. The moment she came down to greet you, he ducked upstairs, uncharacteristically shy and quiet.

You hug your best friend and ask her if Eric's okay. She rolls her eyes and chuckles "He's just going through a late puberty I guess." You tilt your head, slightly confused, but you let the topic go, opting to ask about it again later. You head upstairs to her room to unpack your things, noticing that Eric's door was shut.

You two go about your day, catching up while you waited for your lunch order to be delivered. You had offered to pay for everyone's lunch, including Eric's which caused your friend to whine, saying having Eric around was going to ruin your fun. You brushed her off. Eric was a good kid, albeit a tad boisterous. Maybe he just had a lot on his mind, and you were determined to help him out. You go upstairs to tell him the food was here, but his door was locked and his music was turned up to the max.

You knocked loudly for a while, when suddenly the music stops, and you hear his feet shuffling. He opens the door a crack, his hair even messier than before, looking flushed and out of breath. "W-what is it noona?" He stammered. You smile at him, telling him his food had arrived and he was welcome to join you at the table. He gulped and nodded, saying he'd be down in a few before slamming the door shut. Again, you were confused. Did you do something wrong? You shake your head gently and go back downstairs, where your friend had already started eating her food, looking at you like a deer in headlights, and apologising around a mouthful of food. You just chuckle and start eating too.

Finally Eric arrives, padding softly to the table, dressed in an oversized sweatsuit and fuzzy unicorn slippers. You internally coo at how adorable he looks, and you can't help but reach out a hand to ruffle his locks. He beams at you as he thanks you for the food, and he digs right in. You naturally pull him into the conversation, and just like old times, all three of you are having a loud conversation, mainly the two siblings bickering and you laughing at their antics. You catch Eric's eyes and they're sparkling with joy and you're happy that he's comfortable around you again.

Evening rolls around and you get ready for a movie night with your best friend. You decide to watch the movie in her room, since she wants to try out her new projector. You change into a thin tank top, cute lacy panties and some loose pajama shorts. Your friend wolf whistles at your outfit, and you chuck a pillow at her, finally settling down to watch a new horror movie. You curl up under the blankets, shrieking and hugging each other during the jumpscares.

Eric hides away in his room after dinner, his head in his hands. He's slightly disappointed with himself, having dyed his hair your favorite shade of pink, and you hadn't said a word about it all day. Not to mention you nearly caught him jacking off before lunch. He splays out on his bed, hearing you yelp in fear from the next room, thinking about how he'd hold you close and protect you, even if he too was scared of the movie. He lets his imagination wander, thinking about how nice it would be to cuddle with you, to hold your warm hands, to rest his cheek against your hair.

Eric groans into a pillow. You never saw him as more than a kid, just your best friend's little brother, he thinks bitterly. He was glad that you bothered to include him in your activitties earlier that day, because he adored every moment spent with you. Your laugh, your smile, the way you'd pat his head affectionately. You were always so sweet to him, and he didn't want to risk this friendship. He'll take this secret to the grave, and he swears he'll try to behave as normally as possible tomorrow. For now, he decides to head downstairs for a glass of water, realising his throat was dry.

He tiptoes past his sister's room, and it's quiet, save for his sister's snoring. He's surprised that you two fell asleep so easily despite just finishing a horror movie. He shrugs and continues downstairs when he stops dead in his tracks. You were looking out the kitchen window, smoking a cigarette, your beautiful features illuminated by the soft moonlight. His throat runs even drier when he realises you're just in your lacy panties and a thin tanktop that left little to the imagination.

He gulps audibly and you turn to see him standing in the kitchen doorway, stock still. He's about to bolt back upstairs when you call his name, grabbing his wrist. He turns slowly back to you, keeping his eyes firmly on your bunny slippers. "Why are you still up, Eric?" Your soft voice snaps you out of his reverie. "J-just wanted to get some water, don't mind me," he chuckled weakly. You grow concerned, and watched him as he waddled to the fridge, downing some cold water hurriedly. He chokes on the liquid in his haste, and you rush to help him.

He stiffens as your rub your warm hands up and down his back soothingly. He bites his lips to suppress the moan bubbling in his throat, mentally willing his raging hard-on to go back down before you noticed it. "Mmmh, I'm fine, noona, t-thank you," he mumbles. You reach up to run your fingers through his hair, chastising him gently. "Be careful, Eric, that could have been dangerous," you murmured. Time seemed to stop as you both stood there in silence, your nails pleasantly caressing his scalp, and he leans into your touch. You hum as you played with his pink locks.

"I forgot to mention, you look gorgeous with this pink hair. Did you know it's my favorite shade of pink?" Eric blushes again, shaking his head, pretending he didn't know. He looks down at your lips, curved into a sweet smile just for him. "You're gorgeous, noona, can I kiss you please?" He breathes, not realising he said that out loud. His eyes widen in shock as he hears his voice betray his thoughts, slapping a hand over his mouth. You're dazed, late realization hitting you like a truck. His shyness, the locked door, messy hair, panting, and the awkward walking. Speaking of which, you glance down to see a tent in his sweatpants, and you gulp nervously.

Eric looks like he's about to cry and run away again, but you hold his hand, pulling it away from his mouth. You look into his eyes and cup his red cheeks. "Do you mean it? Do you want to kiss me?" you ask him gently. He nods slowly, shutting his eyes tight. You lean in and gently press your lips against his, eliciting a shaky moan from the boy as he nervously grips your waist. You kiss him deeply and slowly, licking into his mouth everytime he moaned. His tongue pressed against yours, and you keen at how the cold metal of his tongue piercing rubs against your lips.

You stood there, making out sweetly, when he picks you up and sits you on the counter, slotting himself between your legs. Finally you two pull apart and he rests his forehead against yours, breathing deeply. "That was..." you trail off, unsure of what to say. "-better than anything I ever dreamed of," Eric finishes, his hands fidgeting with the hem of your top. A smile creeps onto your face, and you decide to tease him. "Yeah? What else did you dream about me, baby?" Eric's breath stutters at the pet name, and he sinks down so your pussy was at his eye level, his warm hands rubbing your thighs.

You look down at him, panties getting wet with excitement. "Shall I show you noona?" He exhales, his index finger barely grazing the wet patch on your panties. His mind was running a thousand miles an hour, blood pounding in his ears. Was he about to ruin this friendship? He was about to back out and apologise but when you nodded yes, he dived right in. He kissed your folds through your panties and nudged your throbbing clit with his nose, causing you to moan. Your thighs start shaking from the anticipation and he pulls your panties off, mouth watering at the sight of your glistening pussy.

He leans back down and starts licking up your folds, sucking harshly on your clit. He laps hungrily at your pussy, sticking his tongue into your hole every now and then. You mewl at the feeling, grabbing his pink locks and he moans at the sweet taste of your juices and the way you pull his hair. His hot breath on your most sensitive parts sends shivers down your spine and you yelp when he reaches up to grab at your breasts as he continued to make out with your cunt. He thumbs your hard nipples as he fucks his tongue into you, spit and pussy juices running down his chin.

You push his face deeper into you and your other hand is clamped over your mouth, barely concealing your delightful whimpers and moans. Eric revels in your sounds, chest swelling with pride at how good he's making you feel. "I'm so close, baby," you mumble, and he shoves two fingers into you as he sucks and laps at your clit. He pumps his fingers into you as his other hand massages your tit, and you're going crazy with all the stimulation. A few more thrusts of his fingers is all it takes before you're clenching on his digits, thighs shaking as you ride your orgasm out, as Eric rubs and kisses your thighs.

You lean back onto the counter, panting harshly, as Eric slowly pulls his fingers out, staring at the glistening digits before putting them in his mouth. He sucks them clean, moaning at the taste of your cum, and leans over you to capture your lips, making you taste yourself. He nuzzles your neck and grinds his hard cock on your thigh through his sweats. You want to return the favor, but you don't have any condoms. "Can I... can I fuck your thighs please noona?" Eric bashfully asks, and you want to kiss him breathless again at how innocent he looks, asking permission for such a filthy thing.

You pull him close and he takes that as a yes, pulling down his sweats that had a wet patch on the front from all his leaking precum. You eye his impressive length, teasing him for not wearing any underwear. "It's as if you were planning this the whole time, huh, cutie?" He smiles at the new petname, but shakes his head no. He definitely hadn't planned on fucking you on the kitchen counter tonight, but the universe has its ways of making his wettest dreams come true, apparently. He gathers a mix of the slick from your throbbing pussy and the precum off his aching cock and slathers your inner thighs with it, before pressing them together.

He slots his cock between your smooth thighs and he groans at the feeling. He immediately starts thrusting his hips, his balls slamming into the back of your thighs. You know your legs are going to be bruised the next morning with how hard he's gripping your flesh, but you were starting to enjoy being manhandled and used by someone younger than you, who you never really considered more than a kid. Here he was, proving you wrong, and you loved every single moment of it. He watches as your tits bounce with every snap of his hips and he's starting to go cross-eyed with pleasure. You reach up to pull his hair again, knowing how much he likes it. Soon enough, he cums all over your torso, milky white fluid splattering across your heaving chest and tummy.

He rocks slowly to a stop and pulls out his softening dick from your thighs. You pull him in for another kiss, a gentle one this time, as you quietly thank him for showing you a good time. He helps clean you up in silence and you both head back upstairs, sharing one last kiss before going into seperate bedrooms before your friend wakes up and suspects anything. Eric falls asleep with his heart full and he can't wait to share more moments like that with you. Morning comes quickly and Eric joins you both for breakfast, and then spends most of the day with you again. He basks in the extra attention you shower him with, happy to make you laugh and sharing food and cuddles on the couch.

All too soon it's time for you to go home and Eric pulls you aside to speak privately. He plays with your fingers nervously as he stammers out an invitation to a picnic date the next weekend. You chuckle, pulling your hands out of his grasp and ruffle his hair the way he likes it. "I don't think so, baby. You're cute and all, and I had a lot of fun last night, but this-" you gesture between the two of you, "-can't be a thing. You're my best friend's little brother. I'm sorry cutie. But I'll see you next week, alright?" You kiss him on the cheek and pat it apologetically, before grabbing your things and heading off to your car.

Eric balls his hands into fists tightly, eyes shimmering with tears, a bitter taste left in his mouth as he watches you drive off. He can't breathe and it feels like he just got stabbed in the chest. He should have known it was too good to be true. And the worst part is: if you ever decide to ask him for another night like that, he wouldn't dare say no. He'd please you forever if you asked him to; never mind the bleeding hole in his heart. He'd do anything to bring you happiness, even if it meant sacrificing his own.

A/N: I wrote this off the top of my head and it's unedited, so please forgive me for any errors, I'll come back to edit soon or even change the title. Also please forgive me for hurting our sweet baby Youngjae 🙏🏽😭