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blossomwritesthings · 1 year

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𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝? 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. | 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬

pairing: minho x fem!reader (afab)

genre: veterinarian!minho (this includes a few of the skz members working in his clinic). client!reader. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. strangers to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. minho is reader's vet. reader is now his past client. this is the second part of the spicy stuff. 18+ warnings under cut.

word count: 3.1k

summary: dr. lee minho is known throughout your area as the city's hottest veterinarian, and he's also the very man that's been taking good care of your two cats for the past three years. but one day, you're thrown down a dark path of heartache when the cat that you've grown up with - nyx - is diagnosed with an acute form of bone cancer. burdened with the hardest decision of your entire life, you come at a crossroads of what to do. and throughout it all, minho is the single most person who continually stays by your side.

18+ warnings: minho and reader are extremely horny for each other. stripping/strip tease. softdom!minho. subby!femreader. teasing from minho. mutual masterbation (fingering, breast play, jerking off). minho is more demanding in this. pet names (sweetheart, pretty, darling, kitten, good girl, nothing degrading tho). multiple orgasms. overstimulation. hints of possession/ownership. dirty talk. breeding kink is alluded to. reader is pretty hungry for minho's cock lmao and can you really blame her-

a/n: ya'll 🥵 idk know WHY, but in all of the many years that I've written smut for a bunch of different fandoms, I've never written something w/mutual masterbation in it. this was fun to play around with (wink wink 😉) and I enjoyed trying my hand at smth I've never done before. that being said, this might me really bad or really fucking awesome... I have no clue- 💀 enjoy, ya filthy animals, and there is still much more 🔥 to come!! 🫣

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The bralette you were wearing slipped off easily, falling down your arms and pooling at your hips. You threw it off to the side, laying back down in your previous position on the bed. You turned to Minho, regarding him in silence. Registering his sharp intake of breath, as he finally laid his eyes upon your near-bare form.

You said nothing, silently awaiting his next orders. Because you didn’t want to do anything wrong. Didn’t want to move too quickly, only for him to step in and put you in your place. Or worse, punish you.

“Keep going.” Is all he said, eyes flicking to the bottom half of you, which was still clad in your nude panties. They were thin and quite sheer, clearly displaying the heat that pooled in the middle of your form.

Shaking your head, you gave him a lazy, shit-eating grin, “Not until you take off your shirt too.” When he gave you a quizzical eyebrow, you shrugged playfully. “Been wanting to see your bare chest all fucking night long- that shirt is such a tease.”

At your confession, he was mimicking your smile, hands already catching onto the sides of his shirt and pulling it up and over his head. “Very well. I suppose it is only fair…”

You felt the drool pooling at the corners of your mouth upon the full reveal of his chest. He was incredibly toned - a lot more than you originally expected. With proud shoulders, and the soft outline of a six-pack lining his abdomen. But possibly the worst part of it all was his pecs, which were incredibly round in muscle with pretty little pink nipples. And you wanted nothing more but to feel him... feel the hard, corded muscle underneath your fingers.

“Like what you see?” His laugh cut you away from your daydreaming - from your drooling - because you honestly couldn’t believe that you were being allowed such a privilege. For so long, you had listened to the women around you fangirl over him and his downright godly body. Never, in a million years, did you think that you’d be the one to ultimately lay your eyes upon such perfection.

And in that moment, you felt like the richest woman in the world. Because although you might not have had money in the monetary form, you had Minho. And that was a whole hell of a lot more valuable than any paycheck you had ever received.

You found your fingers looping into the sides of your panties then, as you slipped them down your legs and cast them aside. And finally- finally, you were completely bare. Showing every part of yourself to this man that you had secretly been loving and pining after for so very long.

Minho flashed you a sly smirk before he was doing the same - taking off those cargo pants of his. And when his fingers caught on his boxers, you realized that it was happening. You were going to see all of him in a few moments.

Feeling lightheaded and a little drunk off of love and arousal, you watched, in bated silence, as he pulled down the thin cotton fabric inch by inch. Purposefully torturing you with the agonizing pace. When you wined out in annoyance, he chucked lowly.

And then it was off.

And nothing else mattered.

Nothing in the entire world.

Not your money problems,

Or your shitty job,

Or your loneliness,

Or your self-esteem issues.

All of your past fears and anxieties and struggles were cast aside - forgotten - as your eyes took him in.

Ounce upon ounce of toned muscle. Thighs that were so thick, each one was bigger than your head. A strong pelvic bone that looked carved right out of a piece of marble with the utmost precision. He was all sharp lines and soft curves simultaneously harmonizing as one.

And… him.

You had never seen anything more gorgeous in your entire life.

In the past, you had always thought that your ex boyfriend in university had the best cock.

But just by looking at him, you were sorely proven wrong.

With the way that it curved slightly upward in his arousal, hardness making him rigid and stiff, displaying the thick course of a vein that ran down the length of him. And the swollen-red tip of him kept drawing your focus to his midsection.

You had no possible idea how it was going to fit.

But you knew damn well that it would feel really fucking amazing, however long it took you to get used to its sheer size.

“If your mouth remains wide open like that, I’m afraid I’ll have to take up measures into my own hands and shut it for you.��

Your eyes shot up to meet his, meeting pupils that were blown wide with heated desire. “And maybe I want that.” The retort came tumbling from your lips before you even registered what you were saying.

A dry laugh fled from him then and he regarded you with that swarthy, velvety look on his face. “No, you’re going to do what I say,” his command immediately sent a zap of fire down to your core. You liked him telling you what to do. You liked him controlling you. “And what I want you to do right now is touch yourself.”

Gaze traveling down to his waistline again, one of your hands began to massage the warm skin of your inner thighs. Instinctually, your other palm cupped one of your breasts, squeezing a pert nipple as you looked on at his veiny girth.

The sight of one of his hands coming around to take hold of himself caused your heart to skip over itself in short beats. And soon, your hand was dipping into the front of you, feeling the warmth there, the wetness. It only grew and grew more, as you watched him in halted silence. His thumb toyed with his tip which was already leaking with a string of precum, spreading his seed across his milky skin, fingers tightening ever so slightly around the base of himself.

Your fingers played with your folds, index pressing against your inflamed clit. You had to bite back a flurry of moans, as you pinched down on your nipple at the same time that Minho dragged his palm up the length of himself. His entire body vibrated with euphoria, legs trembling as low grunts dripped out of him like the sweetest coat of honey imaginable.

It was so hot and romantic at the same time.

Having him, touch himself in front of you.

And you, doing the very same thing.

It was like he was inviting you in, to view such an intimate part of himself.

To watch, to listen, to understand-

The things that he did in the dark. In private. In the quiet of his own home.

In this very room.

“Minho.” His name slipped past your lips like a scared chant. Like a prayer said in the wakes of morning, by nuns across the world at their special little temples. Except you weren’t speaking it into existence because of any religious attachments. No, you were uttering his name over and over again because you couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop yourself, once you got going. “Minho.” You moaned desperately again, as two of your fingers dipped into your warmth. As you moved them in and out, ever so slowly, your thumb continuing to press down on that special button of yours.

You couldn’t rip your eyes away from him. The way that his dark brows furrowed with pain - with having to hold himself back. His mouth fell open slightly, lips bitten to a swollen red bruise as he grunted in that low tone of his. He kept your focus, cheeks burning crimson red, as he played with himself. Veiny hand running up his length, before sliding down to do it all over again.

And the sound of him, of his slick sliding across hardness,

And the sound of you, your wet folds squelching every time you pressed your fingers back inside,

Did something to you.

Caused you to lose grasp of the rest of your sanity at that moment.

As you could do nothing more, but hone in on him - and the way he looked right then.

“You’re so fucking pretty, kitten,” he muttered in a gruff tone, pupils engulfed in twin pits of desire and jaw clenched tight as he pulled harder at himself. He was fully leaning back into his chair, freeing himself of all other inhibitions and throwing his entire body into the pleasure of it all. With one hand fondling his balls and the other stroking his perfect cock, teasing the red, puffy tip again and again. “Fuck- keep going… such a good girl.”

His words renewed your fire with a new kind of vigor, and you went further and further, adding a third finger. Thrusting in and out, imagining that it was him- with that solid mass of muscle, sliding in and out of your tight cunt. Because truly, it was all insanely tight. Although you played with yourself often, there was nothing quite as strong as the stretch of a cock.

Which is something that you hadn’t felt in… years.

But was something that you had been irrevocably craving for years.

Ever since you met him, at least.

With the bright, shining eyes, that knowing smile, and the faint laugh that always seemed to rest at the tip of his tongue.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me and come, kitten?” His thick tone that kept speaking the excessive pet names caused the fever to stir crazily inside of you. And all at once, you felt the rise of release building steadily in the very essence of your soul. “Are you going to let go for me, hmm?”

You nodded your head frantically, making yourself dizzy with all of the wants and feelings. Your heart felt like it was about to burst, as you pushed yourself closer to the edge of orgasm. And you could tell that he was close too, from the way his face screwed up into a stark grimace and his lips pressed together in a firm, tight line.

“Y-Yes, I’m so good for you,” you breathed out, finally speaking after what felt like an eternity of nothing but moaning out his name as you desperately chased your high. Your fingers curled up inside of you, pressing into that warm, gooey spot, wondering when it’d be his fingers instead. Wondering when it would be that thick, veiny cock of his, reaching into you so far and deep and perfect. “I’ll do anything, just please- please-”

You could tell he liked the begging.

The groveling.

It seemed to travel right to his dick, causing it to stiffen up, forcing out a strangled cry from him. And then you were moving faster, brushing and thrusting, and he was moving faster too, fingers pulling and stroking.

Your entire body seized up, as a string of curses fell from your lips. Tipping off the cliffside, you allowed yourself to experience the plummet in full. “Minho- fuck, Min-” You wailed, as you finally reached your climax.

It tore through you like a tornado, hurtling you into a pit of fiery ecstasy and lust. But you forced yourself to keep your eyes open, wanting to catch the sight of his release too.

And when he finally allowed himself the liberation, a strangled cry was pushed past his lips, head thrown against the cushions of the chair, as his entire body convulsed in a wave of pleasure. "Shit- Y/N, you're so fucking beautiful... just like that…” He panted, as his blown-wide pupils rolled into the back of his head, and wave after wave crested over him, whiteness exploding into his hands and covering his toned stomach and thick thighs in a light sheen.

The sight of him-

Of his violent orgasm,

Did wonders to your own.

And you found yourself pressing down hard onto your clit once more, eliciting a few whimpers before you were nearing the brink again, this time at a faster pace. It came over you in droves, painting everything in colour. The room burst to life - as you felt the warmth spread throughout your body.

You pressed your skull into the pillow at your head, the trembling soon taking over and the fire lighting up your bloodstream in a flurry of beautiful desire. It hurt so much- yet felt so amazing all at once. It hurt, to have it be your hands that your walls were clenching around, and not be his. It hurt, that it was his fingers that were covered in whiteness and not your very insides that were coated in a thick layer.

You wanted him to paint you with it.

Wanted him to take that big, girthy cock of his and shove up into you so hard that you saw stars.

Wanted him to stay there afterward, too, milking you completely dry.

Besmearing you again and again in his very essence.

And something small and sad lit up in your heart at the realization that you would have to wait for such a thing to happen.

Your limbs were a wobbly, liquefied mess, as you began to come down from your high. Your sprawled-out form continued to convulse from all of the bliss, legs a little shaky from your two orgasms. Inside your chest, your heart was swelling against your ribcage, taking up all of the space there and making it hard to breathe.

Minho was getting up from his chair then, nearing the bed and crawling over to you, as you were still laid out atop the mattress. He leaned into your form, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and placing a few gentle kisses against your buzzing skin there. “Did so well for me, lovely,” he whispered, feathery voice fanning against your flesh and forcing gooseflesh to erupt across your entire body. “Loved seeing you like that… like how you’ve been for so many nights in the pat, and all because of me.”

Your cheeks felt like they were still set ablaze from everything, and when he moved away to catch your eyes, you smiled up at him. His hairline was damp with sweat, and you tucked a few long black strands behind his ear. “Do you have any idea how hot you are? How sexy you look when you do that- touch yourself like that?”

He chuckled, pressing a fervent kiss to your mouth and smiling against you when you returned it. He caged in your body with his arms on either side of your head, creating this sacred and safe place for you. Like, no one would be able to invade your area while he was towering over you like that.

“I’ve been told before that I am… quite attractive when pleasuring myself,” he said, as his lips trailed across your face, pecking either of your cheeks and nose and chin. “But surely- I have never reacted that strongly to a naked woman before… but then again, I suppose you, my dear, are the exception.”

You clutched onto his right arm then, nails digging into the skin there as you stared up at him with wide eyes. “When… when can we do this again? I- I want to do so much more with you, explore so much more.”

He brought himself closer again, mouth hovering over yours in a tantalizing, agonizing few seconds. You breathed in the sweet scent of him, of the thick arousal that coated the air of the room in a dense layer.

“In due time my dear, in due time… But I just want to get things right- let’s not rush into anything.”

His voice trailed off, as his mouth pressed against yours. You shut your eyes to the feeling of it all, to the warmth of love that was rapidly growing in your heart. And all at once, you felt the exhaustion of the night - of the party, of the tears, of the argument, of the confessions, of the debauchery, overtake your entire form, lulling you into sleepiness.

“But this does mean that we’re dating now, right?” You asked after he had finally pulled away from your mouth and situated himself so that he was laying on his side. You turned his way, fingers playing with a few of his unruly locks.

He brushed a thumb under your chin, caressing you with the gentleness of a lover who had been there for millennia. “Sweetheart, I never allow any woman to leave my bedroom without making her my girlfriend after the fact.”

That caused you to stop, the thoughts flooding through your mind. Because you were his. Officially, this time. Right from his mouth, he had proclaimed that the two of you were together. And like two puzzle pieces that fitted together in an ordained kind of way, you drew closer to him and nestled into his chest, closing your eyes against the exhaustion that wanted to take over your mind just then.

“I’m yours, Minho… I think I’ve always been yours since we met during my first appointment at the clinic. I was just too scared and too much of a coward to acknowledge and realize it until tonight.”

You felt his hands move up and down your back, fingertips playing at the length of your spine, before messaging into the muscle there. And like a warm vat of chocolate, you melted into his touch, a contented sigh escaping from deep within you at the gentleness of his touches. At the way that you could hear his heart beating steadily just below your ear.

“Yes,” he breathed out in a gruff voice, “you’re mine now, and I never plan to let you go. Not for anything - or anyone - in the entire world.”

The sleep came upon you quickly, after that, as you were comforted by his lovely words and the sweet tone in which he spoke them. In the way that his arms wrapped around your bare waist and his warmth flooded against you, washing your veins in an exuberant, brilliant glow of adoration and contentment.

And soon, you were riding on the waves of dreamland,

Allowing the wave of sleep to crest over your mind,

Letting go of all the pent-up feelings,

And captured thoughts,

And restless limbs.

You softened against him, allowing him to hold you close - cradle your head against his chest and press his fingers into your hips.

Because from the very beginning, that’s all you had ever dreamed of - hoped for, longed for - to be held irreversibly, in his grasp.

Like that, forever.

To be continued...

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pikapeppa · 1 year

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re: your post about quen glyphs... it's possible that the old focuses they found in the delta were formatted to work w/ simplified chinese characters... after all, the focuses are pre-zero dawn and would have been formatted to whatever the local ppl used, right? its even possible that being able to write and speak simplified chinese in addition to any other languages that a focus could be formatted to might be something on the diviners examinations alva talks about... (also the fascinating implications that the quen might have had the only record of other languages existing pre-apollo)

I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY TO THIS. But I wanted to do it when I had time and brainpower to fully think it through 😂

So this ask is in relation to my tags on this gorgeous photo, where I remarked that it's weird for this beautiful Quen person to be carrying a tablet with what look like nonsense glyphs, when we know canonically that the Quen read and write English in the Roman alphabet. This is in contrast with the Oseram, for instance, who read and write English in their own original glyph system (as evidenced by Erend having trouble learning to read the Old Ones' glyphs).

For the purposes of this reply, I'm going to focus on Mandarin and Cantonese as the spoken forms of "Chinese" since they're the most familiar Chinese languages, and since Mandarin is considered the "standard" Chinese language. Before I start, I should also point out that there is no such thing as spoken simplified Chinese; "simplified Chinese" refers to a variation of written Chinese that's usually used to transcribe the spoken language of Mandarin, whereas "traditional Chinese" refers to the written variation of Chinese that's usually used to transcribe Cantonese.

ALSO, STRAP IN, BECAUSE WE'RE GOING TO GET A LITTLE NERDY HERE. I'm a speech-language pathologist by day (smut writer by night! 👹) and my favourite class in undergrad was a course about writing systems of the world, so I'm just giving advance warning that YOU ASKED FOR THIS. 😂😂😂

Okay, diving in now! That's a really good point re: the Focuses in the Great Delta -- it would make sense for many of the Focuses there to be set to display in Mandarin and/or Cantonese, and thus for the "glyph system" to be simplified or traditional Chinese characters, respectively. But if we're sticking to canon lore, the Quen don't speak other languages. There is a datapoint from Alva about this where she expresses some (VERY ACCURATE AND ADORABLE) disgust at Ted Faro for the loss of all languages except the Zero Dawn "default" language of English. If we're taking this at face value (and I see no reason why Alva would lie about this in her notes), then even if the Focuses were formatted to display Chinese characters, the Quen wouldn't be able to read them. This would also explain why being a Diviner is a rare and highly-prized role: it would probably be rare for the Focuses they found to be set in English, and those English Focuses would be even more prized and revered since they're interpretable.

Now, we might wonder why the Quen wouldn't be able to learn to speak Mandarin or Cantonese by deciphering the glyphs on a Chinese-formatted Focus. The problem is that the Quen have no spoken language to map the Chinese characters onto. Chinese characters are not an alphabet, and thus there's no one-to-one correspondence between a character and a sound or a sequence of sounds; instead, Chinese characters are largely morphographic, meaning they represent a unit of meaning rather than a sound or a sequence of sounds. The Quen might be able to figure out what some Chinese characters represent by comparing a single piece of text that's written both in Chinese and English, but they would not be able to figure out what the Chinese characters sound like.

Ah, but you might be wondering if the Quen could have figured out how to speak Mandarin/Cantonese by listening to audiorecordings or holovids in Mandarin/Cantonese and mapping them to transcripts written in Chinese, then comparing those Chinese transcripts to English transcripts of the same text? (Wait, YOU'RE NOT WONDERING THAT? SERIOUSLY?? I'm teasing. I'm clearly overthinking this.) I mean, yes, they could, but that would require you to have a piece of text in both English and Chinese that also has a corresponding holovid/audiorecording in Mandarin/Cantonese for that text, which... I mean, maybe I'm wrong, but that seems like a pretty big ask. Then again, if the Focuses have like a library of C-dramas with subtitles, then that could work???

But this brings me back to Alva's datapoint again. If all of the Diviners learned Mandarin/Cantonese for their exams, either Alva is being secretive about this in her own notes (seems implausible to me, she is not a disingenuous person), OR there is a faction of Quen Diviners above Alva's proverbial "pay grade" who are working on that. So that could be an interesting avenue for someone to explore in fic! Actually, the more I think about it, the more plausible it seems that there is some "upper class" of Diviners who are secretly working on restoring old languages and who get extra perks from the Imperial family for interpreting the most valuable texts. Okay, you got me, you talked me into it LOL.

But let's return now to my original cheeky remark re: the Quen glyphs as pictured in the game. This is a more detailed image of some Quen glyphs in Burning Shores:

Now, we can't say whether this piece of text is meant to be read top to bottom or whether it was pinned to the post sideways, but it looks to me from the brackets and the red lines (likely underlines) that it's posted sideways and is meant to be read either right-to-left or left-to-right. This does not look like Chinese characters, either simplified or traditional. On a superficial inspection, it looks to me more like the Tibetan syllabary, or maybe the Hebrew abjad, without actually being either of those. In the image I referred to at the beginning of this post, the glyphs look more like the Arabic abjad as it would be used to transcribe Farsi. In other words, the Quen glyphs as pictured in the DLC alone are inconsistent.

To be perfectly honest, I think that these Quen glyphs are a "game-ism": one of those things that's a visual element in the game that actually doesn't match up with the lore, similar to how Grudda is canonically from the Desert Clan but has Lowland tattoos. (If you've never noticed this, I implore you to use tearblast arrows to blow off all his armour until he's naked down to his underoos the next time you play LOL. Drakka would greatly approve.)

In short, I still adhere to the idea that the general Quen population read and write in English using the Roman alphabet, and that the Quen glyphs pictured in these images are visual nonsense (NO OFFENSE). If there are any Quen who speak and read in other languages, it would most likely be a secret faction of Diviners that Alva doesn't know about.

I hope this answer was satisfying and not fucking boring as hell BAHAHAH. Thank you for making me think about this, though! It also reminds of a mini-rant I have about Hekarro wanting the Tenakth to learn Carja glyphs that I should find some time to write out!

If anyone has further thoughts about this, feel free to comment/reblob/send me an ask or a message or whatever! ❤ Also, forgive any typos, it's past 1AM when I'm writing this LMAO.

-- much love from your friendly neighbourhood Pika xoxo

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aashiyancha · 4 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers:

(Tagged by @thebeckster : Thanks for the tag Becky!)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I only just started using AO3 so there's just the one rune factory 5 fancomic there at the moment.

I have quite a few fanworks and original stuff dispersed around tumblr though! I believe the total number of works is up to 7 now. They are as follows from oldest to most currently worked on:

1.) Pokemon Black and White fancomic ( this is a dead one. I don't think I'm ever coming back to it)

2.) Digimon cyberspoof / just another side skit ( I was getting so close to finishing this one! Might give the games one more whirl just so I can finish this one off)

3.) Rain on a Summer Day (an original romance story that I started on webtoon but wimped out of continuing so it's in wip hell rn)

4.) The Flower Boys (an original mystery story that currently remains a mystery haha)

5.) Sweet Hero Puffbun (original supernatural sort of hero adventure)

6.) Rune Factory 5 Special (the fancomic that's been eating up most of my free time for the past while now haha)

7.) Our Life Derek Route Fancomics

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

20,724 but the site can't register words that are on the comic pages since they're on the image so deffo more than that.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Basically anything that catches my interest but I can't find enough of the content I'm looking for is what I write/draw!

In the past that's been Pokemon, Digimon, Hamefura, Rune factory, Fire Emblem, Our Life

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I'll answer this based on popularity across platforms I've used since I haven't posted many fics on AO3 yet.

Our Life: Derek Fancomics >Rain on a Summer Day> Rune Factory 5 Special> Digimon CyberSpoof > Sweet Hero Puffbun

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I love responding to comments! It's especially fun for fanworks because I get to gush about the game or show with other people and we all know that's tons of fun! Bonus points to people who comment about stuff I've added to the story because then I get to delve further into the concept if people bring it up :]

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Never ended anything yet....

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Never ended anything yet....hahaha :,D

8. Do you get hate on fics?

On some of my stuff that's broken containment it's happened...some people are just a biiiit homophobic and really seem to want to let me know of that. Other than that though, people have been super nice, engaged and supportive!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No. Don't really plan to do so either I think. Just not really my cup of tea.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Haven't done so yet but I do like the idea. Might do a crossover in the future

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet. Could be cool to have my stuff available in more than just english though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet. Sounds like it would require a lot of coordination. Could be super fun though!

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Uh......Hm. Honestly, I'm just happy so long as I see the happiness and supportiveness from the relationships so I can't really pick a favourite. All ships I like I like equally.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

....All of them

16. What are your writing strengths?

I am fast! I am so so fast hahaha!!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I go too fast and don't notice mistakes before I post. Then I get too fed up to fix them...

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've considered trying! Just it's been a while since I've done out of country travelling so all my language skills have gone stale. It might be a disaster if I tried to write.... hmmm but it would be good practice too....

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I think wee little me wrote a few fancomics for hetalia back in the day.

Should go searching through my old notebooks to see if I can find them someday.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I've barely posted any of it so far but honestly I am so hopeful with Sweet Hero Puffbun! It's probably my favourite story that I've got. One day it will all be ready to share and hopefully others will enjoy it too~

Tagging some people! Ofc no pressure though! @silicon-katydid @darkacey @thornowl and anyone who wants to play, feel free to say I tagged you!

#tag games #heyo aashi here!

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kaleidodreams · 4 months

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks to @sorakazeno for tagging me!

How many works do you have on AO3?

222! (Keeping in mind that I've been writing fics for over twenty years at this point.)

What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,747,556

What fandoms do you write for?

Yuri!!! on Ice and Sailor Moon are my main fandoms at the moment, but I've written for Kaleido Star, Fruits Basket, Card Captor Sakura, Princess Tutu, Someday's Dreamers, Harry Potter, and Fire Emblem in the past. Oh, and a Sailor Moon/Super GALS crossover.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

"Midnight Magic" (Card Captor Sakura) - 401 (Somehow!)

"No Longer Alone" (Kaleido Star) - 164

"One Kiss" (Sailor Moon) - 146

"Realization" (Sailor Moon) - 144

"Welcome to the Family" (Yuri!!! on Ice) - 135

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, I at least try to thank people for reading and enjoying the fic!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably "Do Not Cry For Me", my Mercury/Zoisite Silver Millennium fic…or maybe "Salvation", an AU Chibi-Usa/Helios vampire fic? I might personally give a slight edge to "Salvation", just because C/H is my OTP!

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Happiest? Man, that's a hard question! I honestly don't know. Um…maybe "Double Blessing", where JJ and Isabella find out that not only have they been approved to adopt a little girl from China, Isabella has finally gotten pregnant after dealing for years with unexplained fertility. That's pretty happy!

Do you get hate on fics?

On occasion. Bound to happen when you've written as much and for as long as I have.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, I do, even though I'm asexual myself and have no real-life experience! I've written all kinds: het, m/m, w/w, even a few threesomes.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Generally, no, but I did write one a long time ago, the aforementioned Sailor Moon/Super GALS fic. I also toyed with the idea of a Sailor Moon/Witch Hunter Robin crossover, but that never went anywhere.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes, twice. The first one was in the days of A Sailor Moon Romance. I've forgotten which fic it actually was, but I remember it was funny because the summary and my story did not match at all, and I might not have even caught them if I wasn't a Minako/Yaten fan and checked it out because the summary sounded interesting! (The stolen fic was not M/Y. Knowing me, it was probably C/H.) The second fic is probably still up at FF.net since the site's pretty much unmoderated nowadays. They took my fic "Daddy's Little Girl" and just changed the names to turn it into a Gundam Wing fic.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, someone translated my ficlet "Snip, Snip" into Russian.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not exactly, but back in the day, SuperKateB adopted a fic idea I had (with permission, of course) and credited me as her co-writer, even though I didn't do any of the actual writing. I just came up with the initial plot -- an unsigned love letter making the rounds between various Sailor Moon characters, leading to a bunch of misunderstandings -- and offered some suggestions. I think I may have beta'd it, too? (I think it was called "Love Chain"? I don't know if it's still posted anywhere online, though.)

What’s your all time favourite ship?

It's a tie between Chibi-Usa/Helios and Otabek/Yuri!

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

"Metamorphosis", which is a Helios origin story exploring how he became priest of Elysion.

What are your writing strengths?

Characterization, maybe?

What are your writing weaknesses?

Oh, descriptions, without a doubt! I suck at writing descriptions.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Okay with me, as long as the meaning can be reasonably inferred.

First fandom you wrote for?

Sailor Moon

Favourite fic you’ve written?

I can't really decide between "To Be By Your Side" (Sailor Moon, Chibi-Usa/Helios) or the "It's Complicated" series (Yuri!!! on Ice, which features Ace!Yuri and Otabek in a queerplatonic relationship and Otabek/Mila in a sexual, romantic relationship, resulting in my favorite OT3.)

I'm not going to tag anybody, but feel free to do this if you want!

#meme #fanfiction #sailor moon fanfiction #yuri!!! on ice fanfiction #card captor sakura fanfiction #kaleido star fanfiction #fruits basket fanfiction #princess tutu fanfiction

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organchordsandlightning · 8 months

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20 questions for fic writers!

tagged by @bluejayblueskies!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 175, all told! Looks like twelve anonymous.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

3,404,353!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently I have ongoing longfics in: Phoenix Wright M*A*S*H* Malevolent House, MD

But I've also recently written for Pentiment + Pathologic. Big previous fandoms include TMA and Disco Elysium. I also really want to start writing Sherlock Holmes again, tbh.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Moving Forward, Circuit by Circuit (DBH) (💀)

Some Air (Nimona)

The Catacomb Killer (Disco Elysium)

Tenth of a Second (Disco Elysium)

To Spare Little Revenges (Our Flag Means Death)

(it's so so so funny that none of them are Malev + TMA)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do! Around once a week I'll go through and try to get them. Sometimes I can't think of what to say, sometimes it's a quick 'thank you!'.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I can think of two: Catacomb Killer explicitly ends with war breaking out after the case is solved. I debated on this for a long time, but in the end, one of the main decisions the protags make in the end is to give a sensitive piece of intel to what would be the rebels, knowing that it might encourage them to act quickly. And, you know! Consequences.

road trip of the damned (an ode to good cows) doesn't end angstily necessarily, but the entire fic basically ends with 'and Jon gets home and goes to his grandmother's funeral and grieves'. The fic didn't revolve around grief until about halfway thrugh outlining it.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Lighthouse might take the cake - many characters are back from the dead and living in an extended family situation. The Prodigal (or, a Planet Called Petunia) is one of my biggest 'from rock bottom to right on top' stories (because god bless, even Arthur Lester only gets the gift of having more horrors once he scrapes himself off the pavement).

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Every once in a while! Usually not anything intentionally malicious, though. Mostly people not reading the room.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Typically not exclusively smut! A sex scene every once in a blue moon, though, if the characters vibe. I think subconsciously I include a similar amount of sex that is in the source material.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not regularly, but a few! I've cross-overed Mistholme with TMA once, and Monstrous Agonies with TMA + Malevolent.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

aw man let's hope not

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! Incredibly kind, it always makes me want to learn the translated language.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I think Spirk is the one that will always stick with me, but Johnlock and Jonmartin have had such an impact on me.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I've got two Holmes longfics all outlined out that really excite me, but... oh, man. For some reason sitting down to write them hasn't happened. I also have a Malevolent longfic based on the original stories of the King in Yellow book - which I do want to finish, but it will be horrifically long.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm decent with 'oh, so this is what the story's about' moments - like, oh, this story is about discovering meaning or falling in love or learning forgiveness or w/e. I like big, flashy finales. I've also been told my pacing is very good, and generally speaking, I think I'm halfway decent with humor.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Sometimes I think in my drive to push the plot along, I strip away a lot of the fluffier character-buildy moments - and emotional throughlines for characters can be a bear. I've also noticed a recent thing where I'm, like. Omitting a very important part of the scene and just writing a reaction to it. Which is wild and fun to edit with.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Sometimes! Usually when there's no direct translation (or the 'direct translation' is way too stiff).

19. First fandom you wrote for?

BBC Sherlock, 100% positive.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Oh, I don't know if I could pick a favorite! Catacomb Killer was so fun to play with the dialogue, and doing the research for formaldehyde and i'm afraid to come home in the dark was cool. I think I might actually pick Interim? (I Hardly Know Him) just because my usual longfics are angsty-ish, but writing Wooden Overcoats fanfic was like writing a sitcom. Was fun!

tagging @magnetarmadda, @romanticslimecreature, and @shadow0haven if y'all want to do it!

#eyyy thanks for the tag

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momotonescreaming · 10 months

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20 questions for fic writers

I have been tagged by both @eriquin and @rejectscanon so thank you to you both! I try not to look at my stats much, so it'll be interesting to see

How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently, 20. I just uploaded 3 of my old tumblr ficlets though, so that helped.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

162,556. Which was honestly more than I was expecting.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The only fandom I actively write for at the moment is Stranger Things. In the past I have written for BNHA, Newsies, Dragon Age, Downton Abbey, and L.A Noire. Quite the random assortment.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Tragically, none are from my current fandom, but what can you do.

put your loving hands on me (BNHA)

ain't got nothing on you (BNHA)

Wandering in the Shade (BNHA)

The End Was Soon (BNHA)

And There Reigns Love (Newsies)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try my best!! It is easy sometimes, to get overwhelmed when comments come through. How to convey my thanks to everyone for reading and commenting without just sounding like a broken record. In a way that truly conveys my gratitude.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I've written some angsty things before, but I always try to end on something happy or comforting. Nothing super angsty. The closest might be i couldn't utter my love when it counted, my L.A Noire fic, because its a character study of a man who comes home from war and doesn't know how to connect with his family. But even then the ending isn't all that angsty haha.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

A lot of them, to be honest. But I'd have to say where the heart is (Steddie, Stranger Things) because it ends with them admitting they're both in it for the long haul, they're in love, and there's no where else they'd rather be.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yes!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I've only written smut twice in my life, and both times was kind of an ordeal, but I'm glad I did it. Both were on the soft, sweet, and loving side of things. I do not think I could write anything hardcore. My asexual ass would combust.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven't written any! Read a few in my time, because I think they're interesting though.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Once again, not to my knowledge!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope! I've co-written some original work with a friend back when I was a uni, but not fanfic.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Oh god, this is a tough question. Fenris/Hawke from Dragon Age will always hold a very special place in my heart; though Steve/Eddie from Stranger Things has gotten me into fandom and fic writing like nothing else.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There are two WIP's on my Ao3 right now, both from BNHA and I have accepted the fact that I am never going to finish them. I'm not in that fandom anymore, and I doubt I'll go back.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've had people mention my characterisation before, which was incredibly flattering. So I'm saying that haha because I can't come up with anything on my own.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Oh, there's a lot of them. Dialogue, being an easy cop out answer. Motivation, writing speed, getting far too in my head about what I'm writing and psyching myself out.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've never done it! So I don't know how much weight my comment is going to hold but I will say this - be careful your translations are as correct as they can be and don't overload a fic with it if the phrases said aren't easily understood by context or have an easy translation in the notes. Constant flicking between fic and google translate is no fun.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The first fandom I wrote for was on Fanfiction.Net, and it was Glee. Unfortunately. I wrote something, posted it, got embarrassed, and then eventually deleted it. So I have no idea where what I was writing has ended up.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

My favourite would have to be where the heart is (Steddie, Stranger Things), because it was a total labour of love. I wrote it slowly over a period of months, and it means a lot to me.

my no pressure tags: @unclewaynemunson @findafight @farahsamboolents @shares-a-vest @augustjustice

#My Writing #Tag Game #Stranger things fic

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mostlymaudlin · 2 years

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Hi! For ao3 wrapped I’d love if you answered 5, 12, and 30 😊

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

this SHOULDN'T have surprised me, but bangable was my first outright smut piece for aftg, and i laughed when i woke up the next morning and my inbox was POPPIN. i feel like aftg fandom is usually p quiet in the comment section (or im just spoiled by the richness of simon snow fandom), but people were SO READY to talk about this blowjob hahahha.

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

oh man LOL. theres a short answer and a long answer and im gonna go for long bc maybe talking abt it all will hold me accountable for finishing stuff.

ok so like technically i have 1 million wips. jk. technically technically i have 41 aftg wips (and ENDLESS more simon snow wips), but most of those google docs are resting in peace in my "wip graveyard" folder. they may be resurrected one day but who knows.

so more accurately i am currently sitting on four wips! all aftg.

my hs au We Can Live Forever... which i actually completed the next chapter for! but i dont want to post it until i finish the one after bc i kind of leave it off on a mean note. i might post it anyway so that people get mad at me and motivate me to keep writing though...

what i have dubbed "slut au," in which our favorite resident ace neil explores sex. its sitting at 20k rn, about halfway thru the plot. very messy atm. about 60% smut.

my secret aftg winter exchange fic

my (NEW AS OF A FEW HOURS AGO) secret aftg mixtape exchange fic

im also p much always playing w flash fics, AAAAND i have been thinking abt revisiting this old au i was working on last spring where neil works at a froyo shop. i actually wrote an entire first draft for that -- i think its sitting at like 12k but its a complete mess. i think of her tho... the found family vibes were v good...

OH and i am seriously considering doing a magnum opus andrew POV fic. i need to move into my own apartment in order to accomplish this because i want to like. really go ham analyzing the books and scaffolding that plot bc if i do it im going to tell the same story but with a very different structure i think. and i cannot do this in my current living situation. so that would probs be my Fic of 2023 if true.

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

cheesy. but more than anything i think i've come to know myself as a fiction writer this year. ive always written fiction in bits and pieces, and ive done a shit ton of professional nonfiction writing. writing snowbaz last year felt good in that i was finally writing regularly, but switching fandoms upped my confidence because thats when i could finally prove to myself that i wasn't just copying rainbow rowell hahaha. WHICH LIKE she definitely continues to influence my writing but i think ive developed my style in a way where its more my own now -- i don't lean on the style of aftg the way i did for simon snow fics. and while andrew is undeniably NOT my character, ive done a lot of work around the way i write his POV that im proud of. and this makes me think that if i wanted to write original stories i could... even tho i havent rly come up with a story i want to tell on my own just yet!

from this ask meme!

#went off in this one LOL #my writing

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weaving-blood · 3 months

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Plan to rewrite my pinned post but IMPORTNT THINGS TO REMEMBER:

- NOT AN OFFICIAL AUTHOR, just some dude that likes to ramble about ideas and my intense brainrot for these two, so my characterization might not exactly line with what I want them to be like since I'm horrible with wording and the english language in general even though it the only language I know.

- all implications of n/s/f/w aspects are usually built around my headcanon of pre-op, post-t transman gale. He's usually the submissive of the two, although I do believe they're switch!

- I do not write smut!! I'm not confident with posting that kind of content publicly. However I do enjoy a bit of degeneracy and talking about that topic freely. I thought about making a n/s/f/w blog here or possibly twitter but I'm shy.

- if you take an idea from me PLEASE do not feminize Astarion, it makes me extremely uncomfortable. You can let him dress anyway you want but please refrain from feminizing him in any sexual way

- i'm extremely passionate about omegaverse so it'll likely come up on more than on occasion, i have straight been world building something for faerun/bg3 for a long while. I love receiving and responding to asks and questions.

- as every other fan I have my own interpretation of both Gale and Astarion and they means a great deal to me so if you have any questions on any ideas of mine, please feel free to ask my opinion and takes.

- i do go into dea/d dov/e territory but nothing ever dealing with minor/adults in explicit manner for gratification (usually briefly mentioned for both of their grooming), usually focuses on general mcd, extremely mental trauma, just general distressing things. If you have ANY and I mean ANY issues with my content. I apologize and I will willingly take down stuff if there is outrage on said hypothetical post

- although not required if you write something based off my prompts or short aus I'd absolutely love to be tagged! I only have this account and my ao3, WEAVING_BLOOD

- with the post above, I do sometimes post on ao3 but my updates will be posted here first

- most of my rambles are written on mobile and directly from discord where I originally type these and I don't check things until later so they'll probably be a chance you'll see something oddly worded or misspelled, it's because of that

#ghost speaks #pinned post #ghost's prompts #ghost's archive #pinned intro

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ri-ahhh · 4 years

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desert secrets

MJ meets a helpful stranger in the desert that turns out to be more than she hoped for.

7k holy shit lol

warnings: some pretty unrealistic fluff that might get your hopes up that you’ll have a meet-cute with Grayson

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Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Shit on a fucking stick. You actual fucking idiot, MJ.

A stream of thoughts along these general lines becomes her stream of conscience as MJ Macias plops down on a large rock, throwing her head back to the sky to bask in the sun and her own general incompetency. Maybe the heat of the desert mountain sun beating on her face will cause her to shrivel up and disintegrate to become lizard food or something — the thought isn’t altogether unwelcome.

Her trip to the middle of nowhere was meant to clear her mind both through exercise in the form of a nice, long hike, as well as simply by being alone amongst nature, under an endless expanse of clouds and stars. The week had been pure hell for her: she had been let go from her dream job at her marketing firm in the latest round of budget-related layoffs; received a ticket from a dickhead cop for going 34 in a 30; and discovered last night that the hot water heater in her apartment had broken. To top it all off, her ex had been harassing her relentlessly over texts and calls, wanting to meet up and ‘talk about things’ since she had dumped him two months ago.

So as she cried hot tears in a frigid shower that morning, thoroughly wallowing in self-pity, an idea popped into her head that was so spontaneous and ridiculous she didn't even try to talk herself out of it: go on a solo camping trip.

MJ really has no idea why this of all the therapeutic outlets available to her was something her brain decided was the right one, since a camper she is not. Sure, she loves being outside in the sun for a good hike, or a swim in the ocean once in a while — nature isn’t the problem. It’s the whole navigating-desert-terrain-alone-and-sleeping-on-the-ground thing that isn’t usually at the top of her list of fun weekend activities. The tent and sleeping bag that she had been forced to purchase for the ridiculous bachelorette party of one of her very outdoorsy friends had called her name as she paced manically around her apartment that morning, though.

Did she have every intent to return them after their one-time use? Absolutely. Did they both end up getting thrown to the back of her storage closet and thus forgotten about until then? Also, yes.

Both her practically nonexistent camping experience and her general lack of enthusiasm for the activity as a whole should have been her first clues at how moronic she was for thinking this is a trip she should (or could) handle alone. But, now determined to have the ultimate self-care weekend, she had: packed a backpack as an overnight bag; tossed it with her shitty little tent and a cooler full of snacks and water in the back of her car; texted her best friend Lainey to sound the alarm if she wasn’t home in 36 hours; and driven away to the first camping ground Google showed her that was at least 100 miles outside of LA. It seemed adventurous and spontaneous an indie movie-esque at the time.

But now, as she sits on this rock, feet and back aching, utterly fucking lost, MJ is starting to feel more like she’s on a self-inflicted episode of Punk’d. Being very directionally challenged, she had been using the maps feature on her phone to find her way back to her campsite after going on a winding, hilly hike, until her phone had suddenly died. The trails have no legible signs so between her use of the GPS, the borderline stalker-ish calls from her ex, and the heat of the sun, she’s left without her lifeline much sooner than she could have anticipated.

She thinks of her backpack and the battery-powered charger in her tent. In a moment of pure rage with herself for being such a lost, ill-prepared dumbass, she wants nothing more than to run back up the mountain and punt the now useless little piece of metal and plastic into the abyss. Her inner drama queen thinks maybe the best thing that could happen is that it will fall on a mountain lion, which will devour her out of anger before she shrivels up into lizard food, and put her out of her misery early.

MJ rolls her eyes at how ridiculous she’s being, and forces herself to take a deep breath and think. Her inner antics really do bring up an actually pressing issue. There are plenty of animals out here that don’t need any iPhone provocation to attack, and she’s only armed with a half-empty HydroFlask and a sparkly purple tube of pepper spray. Not to mention, judging from the incurring pinkness of the sky, the sun is going to set soon, and with that means it’ll be getting cold as well. She looks down at her thin Lulu Lemon tank top and shorts.

Fuuuck.

Knowing she has to make a decision, MJ doesn’t second guess herself when her feet heave her body off of her rock and set off further down the trail. Her only hopes at this point are to either miraculously stumble upon her camp before dark, or pray that she runs into fellow campers that might have a portable charger and that also aren’t serial killers. The only people she had passed on her hike had been a middle-aged couple and a woman maybe a little older than herself with a dog, but she couldn't have any idea if they were staying on the campgrounds or merely taking a day trip. Like she should have done.

MJ walks down the trail a solid 20 minutes, and wonders where the hell she had actually gone on her hike to be so far out from her own campsite. Inexperience with the outdoors had made her assume all the trails met up in a circle, but clearly that isn’t the case here. She’s already out of the hiking trail and in one of the areas designated for camping, but there are a couple of those around the park and she has no clue which one she had chosen.

Trying and failing to keep the creeping worry out of her spine as a few clouds turn orange and the noises of the nocturnal wildlife start up, she picks up her pace.

She’s about to resign herself to huddling in an unoccupied camping spot for the night when she suddenly sees flumes of smoke about a football field away. The Hallelujah chorus fills her head, and she mumbles out a quick ‘thank you’ to whoever is listening as she practically speed-walks to her impending safety.

The smell of the crackling wood draws her nearer and nearer. When she finally rounds the corner, she’s surprised and disappointed to see that while there is indeed a small fire burning, as well as a deconstructed tent piled on the ground, the occupant of the campsite is nowhere to be found. MJ hesitates and looks around for any sign of them, not foreseeing this issue. Should she wait around like a creep? Keep walking and hope to run into them?

“Can I help you?”

MJ startles out of her skin and lets out an embarrassing little squeak. She whips around and is thoroughly unprepared to see what just might be the hottest guy she’s ever had the pleasure of laying her eyes on in real life. Judging from her own height, he’s maybe six foot or a tad over; his thick arms are laden with a bulky backpack and a sleeping bag, and his dark hazel eyes observe her warily behind a flop of dark wavy hair.

“Uh,” she begins stupidly, slightly stunned by both his sudden appearance and his masculine beauty. “Yeah, um, I’m so sorry to intrude on your space but, I, you know, got a little confused on the trails and, uh…”

He raises a naturally arched eyebrow expectantly as she pauses and stumbles over her words. MJ looks at him, then releases a huge breath she hadn't even realized had been held in her chest until this moment, officially giving up on not sounding like a complete and total idiot.

“I’m fucking lost. I have a terrible sense of direction and was using a map online of the trails to find the pin I dropped on my campsite, but my phone died. Is there any chance you have a portable charger I can use for, like, twenty minutes?”

The guy chuckles, and despite her pure mortification at the situation, MJ cracks a smile too, glad to see he isn’t pissed at her for lurking around his campsite like the actual weirdo she is. Unfortunately for her, though, his crooked grin somehow makes him even more attractive, which doesn’t bode well for her already inevitable awkwardness.

“Uh, yeah, I have my Mophie in here somewhere,” he says, indicating the backpack in his arms. He nods his head in the direction of his campsite where there is a large stone clearly put there by park officials as a makeshift bench. “Come on over and I’ll find it.”

“Thank you,” MJ sighs in relief. She follows him through the gap in the log threshold, and when he drops the items he’s carrying on the ground, she gapes; holy shit, the man is built. She could tell he had pythons for arms, but the stuffed backpack and sleeping bag had hidden the way his plain white t-shirt stretches taut over every solid, muscled crevice of his torso.

She shakes her head and hopes he can’t sense her obvious stare that has since traveled from the breadth of his shoulders, down his tapered waist, settled on his ass, and finished on the multitude of tattoos decorating his legs as he walks in front of her. MJ finds every one of these aspects of him immensely appealing; she’s never felt so viscerally attracted to a complete stranger in her entire life.

MJ settles on the rock and, sensing some of the aforementioned awkwardness about to settle in the air, searches her brain for a way to alleviate it. She knows she’ll only be here a short amount of time, but she feels compelled to get to know him even just a little bit. And to not make a complete fool of herself, if possible.

“What’s your name?” she asks. That’s a safe place to start. She hugs her knees to her chest as she watches him arrange the stuff he had just dropped into a neater pile.

“Grayson,” he replies. Grayson crouches down to dig through his backpack and flashes her a friendly, blinding smile over his shoulder. “Yours?”

As if she couldn’t embarrass herself any more, she feels a flush rise to her cheeks. For fucks sake, she isn’t 16 talking to her high school crush — she’s a grown woman who has been with plenty of guys and knows how to have a simple conversation with one, no matter how hot they are.

“MJ,” she finally manages to get out.

“MJ,” he repeats, testing it on his tongue, nodding approvingly. “That’s cool. I don't think I’ve ever met a girl with that kind of name. What does it stand for?”

He stands and turns to face her. He extends the little black charger to her and MJ looks up at him through her lashes as he towers over her, biting her lip. Flirting isn’t her strong suit whatsoever, but she can’t help trying; it’s not like she’s going to see him again by the time the sun sets.

“It’s a secret,” she answers after a brief moment, taking the Mophie from Grayson and accidentally-on-purpose brushing the tips of her fingers against the back of his. “Thanks.”

Grayson raises his eyebrows, but a humored grin graces his full lips. “Okay,” he says, surprising her by taking a seat next to her as she plugs in her phone. “But who better to spill your secrets to than a total stranger, you know?”

MJ can’t help the giggle that escapes her throat, humored more by the fact that he seems to be having the same idea of fuck it, we won’t ever see each other again, as her, than his actual question. His nearness should make her uncomfortable, but it just…doesn’t; he’s close enough for her to smell his scent emanating from his warm body. Clean, like laundry and soap, but also hints of an earthy, masculine cologne and an admittedly enticing musk from being in the sun. She wants to lean in and inhale him.

God, she hopes she isn’t coming off as insane as she feels inside. What is wrong with her? He’s just a guy. A guy whose close proximity as a stranger should be making her feel intimidated rather than buzzing with electricity.

“You’re very right,” she says, leaning back on her hands to appear more relaxed. “If I die out here in the wilderness, killed by my own stupidity, I wouldn't want the last person to see me alive not know my real name.”

Grayson throws his head back and laughs, and it draws one from herself as well. She likes his laugh because despite the deep timbre of his voice, the sound is carefree and boyish.

“It’s Makenna Jean,” she finally admits once they both quiet down. “I’m named after my grandmothers, but my mom didn't like your typical shortenings people might automatically give to Makenna — you know, Mack, Ken, Kenna, all those. So she just started calling me MJ to avoid it all, and…that’s me, MJ.”

He nods in understanding. “Gotcha.”

They continue effortless conversation for a while, words and laughter flowing freely from their lips with an ease that MJ hasn’t experienced in years. In the first lull, though, MJ fills it with a sigh and extends her long legs to stretch them as they tire from being folded so closely to her body, flexing and pointing her toes. She knows her shorts are a little too short, her tank top a little low cut, even with a sports bra on. It’s another one of those accidentally-on-purpose moves that starts as inadvertent in the way it exposes and elongates her body, but ends in her relishing the way his eyes quickly dart across her form. She’s reticent to admit that she isn’t mad about it. Not even a little.

She ducks her head and bites her lip to hide a triumphant smirk as Grayson clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair. “So, are you out here by yourself?”

For the first time since she met him, a little swoop of nerves unrelated to her attraction to him passes through the pit of her stomach. She feels like she’s always had a spot-on instinct for determining someone’s ‘vibes’, and Grayson has only given her good ones since the minute she saw him. Maybe she’s fallen victim to the Ted Bundy effect, though…

He seems to pick up on her hesitation, and Grayson slaps his palm to his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut. “Fuck, sorry, that was so creepy. I didn't mean it like that, I was just, uh, making conversation.” He opens his eyes and rubs his forehead and, to her shock, is he blushing now? “I promise I’m not a murderer.”

She might have still been weirded out by a guy even putting the word out there in this situation, but her gut is telling her that Grayson is harmless, and she prides herself on being a pretty good judge of character.

“It’s okay,” she says, giving him a serious look. “I promise I’m not either. But you should know that I’m packing heat with a fully loaded can of mace and my best white belt skills from the karate classes my mom made me take in 4th grade.”

Grayson gives her a disbelieving look. “Fourth grade karate, huh?”

“Yep. For real, I’ll karate chop your arm off if you try anything sketch.”

“Try,” he challenges with a beautiful, dangerous smile, leaning in ever so slightly and looking her dead in the eye. It takes her breath away a little bit. “I dare you.”

MJ scoffs, still keeping up this facade that she isn’t fighting every primal urge to mount him, especially with the unmistakeable tinge of flirtation in his last words.

“Fine,” she accepts. Grayson grins wider and leans back, offering her his right arm. “Get ready.”

“Oh, I am.”

She lines her hand up with the dip in his muscles between his shoulder and the top of his bicep, rears it back, and —

“Ow!”

The side of her hand simply bounces off of the solid mass of his bulging arm. Grayson does that head-back belly laugh again and she pretends to pout as she rubs her sore hand. “That hurt way more than it should have!” she exclaims. “What are you, Superman?”

Grayson, still laughing, grabs her hand in his and strokes it rather tenderly considering the sheer size of his palm compared to hers. And it’s so cliche, but MJ swears she feels tingles where their skin connects.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says, biting his lip in an attempt to contain himself. “It’s just, in the least misogynistic way possible, that was high-key cute.”

“Hmph.” MJ scrunches her nose at him as her heart drops to her stomach in the best, scariest way.

Uh oh. He's a stranger, MJ; you’ve known him for half an hour, MJ; you’re in the middle of nowhere, MJ — you can’t catch feelings for a stranger you’ve know for half an hour in the middle of nowhere, MJ…

She clears her throat and gives his hand a slight squeeze before extracting it from his grip, hoping that conveys that she doesn’t disapprove of his touch. But the sun is well on it’s way to setting, and she does need to check her phone battery. It’s at 28%, not as much as she hoped for but probably enough to do the trick.

Shit. MJ really, really doesn’t want to leave him, but she can’t exactly invite herself to stay longer. She had already kept him from building his tent, and his fire is starting to die as well. She turns back to face him only to find his eyes trained on her, brow slightly scrunched. Her belly swoops again.

“I should, ah, probably get going,” MJ admits quietly, fidgeting with her fingers. A shiver runs down her spine and goosebumps raise themselves up the skin of her arms, too, as the setting sun steadily lowers the temperature around them. She crosses her arms across her chest, partly for warmth and partly to hide her stiffened nipples that peak through her thin sports bra and tank. “Or I really will kill myself out here in the dark by walking off a cliff or something.”

Grayson smiles woefully and lets out a little huff, ducking his gaze down for a moment and picking at a thread on his shorts. “Yeah, I understand.”

Is it her imagination or does he sound…disappointed?

When he looks back up at her, the sudden intensity of his gaze makes her swallow thickly. She wants so badly to ask for his number, his Instagram, his last name, but it all seems too weird given the circumstances and the amount of time (or lack thereof) they’ve spent together. Besides, she thinks, she’s still dealing with a psycho ex amongst the rest of her life falling apart, and doesn’t need any more boy problems in her already crazy-stressful life.

MJ stands and dusts off the back of her shorts. “Thank you, Grayson, seriously. You really did save my ass,” she says with a sad smile.

“Of course,” he replies, standing with her.

She unplugs her phone and pulls up both maps before setting off down the trail with one last wave at the gorgeous, sweet man she’s so reluctantly leaving behind.

“MJ, wait!”

She stops in her tracks, black Nikes skidding in the loose, sandy dirt. Turning around in time to see Grayson dig his hands in the backpack to fish out a sweatshirt and flashlight, her heart lifts when he starts jogging toward her. Despite her elation, however, she looks up at him confusedly.

“I’ve actually been to this place a few times, so I’m pretty familiar with the trails and campgrounds. I would feel a lot better if I walked you to your tent. Not that you need a man to help you anywhere or…whatever, but yeah, only if you want —”

“Grayson,” she interrupts, touching a slim hand to his forearm. She smiles, endeared at how flustered he’s getting. He runs a hand through his hair again. Is this him wanting to spend more time with her, or him simply being a gentleman? “I really do appreciate it, but I’ve already kept you from setting up your own camp. I couldn't ask you to walk me all the way to BFE and risk you coming back alone in the dark.”

Grayson shakes his head. “I swear, it’s fine. I’ve got a flashlight.” He clicks it on and shines it under his chin, illuminating his head in typical campfire story-time style, and makes a face at her. MJ giggles. “And you can’t be too far from here; there are only two main campgrounds and they’re less than a mile apart from each other, so I should make it back before dark one way or the other.”

A shiver from the cold overtakes her body suddenly. “Oh, here,” he adds, extending the purple hoodie to her. She starts to protest, but he shakes his head and holds it at her more insistently. “I know you’re cold.”

MJ flushes, but takes the soft garment from him gratefully. “I never said I was cold,” she remarks as she shoves her arms in the sleeves and slips it over her head. It practically swallows her, but it smells just like the laundry/cologne scent she had picked up earlier, only more concentrated and delicious.

Grayson eyes her up and down slowly, grinning. “I’m observant,” he says teasingly.

MJ raises her brows at him amusedly. Again, she should be creeped out, but there’s something about him that sends all potential red flags out the window.

“And I might not be done sharing secrets with you,” he adds quietly, smiling the softest, sexiest smile she’s ever seen and utilizing the ultimate puppy-dog eyes. “Please?”

Well, twist my arm, MJ thinks sarcastically. “Okay,” she says without hesitation now, her insides jittering with a strange mixture of happiness and nerves. He beams at her and jerks his head in indication for them to continue down the trail.

“So, you never said what you’re doing out here by yourself,” Grayson prompts, nudging her with his elbow.

MJ shakes her head and smiles up at him. “Nuh-uh. Not only is that a sob story no one wants to hear, it’s definitely your turn to share. So I could ask you what you’re doing out here by yourself?”

Grayson shrugs as if to say ‘fair enough.’ “I’m not, actually. I’m with my brother and his girlfriend because she wanted to camp, but my brother doesn’t know shit about it. I only came under the agreement that there was going to be no funny business while I was around, only to come back from getting firewood to find them going at it, so I chose to remove myself from the situation. They’re still at our original campsite further down the trail. I needed to make sure I was far enough away to not hear anything.”

MJ sucks in a sympathetic breath through her teeth. “Ooh, yeah, there’s nothing worse than being the third wheel, especially when you have nowhere to escape.”

“Exactly!” he exclaims, turning to her with his hands raised. “Thank you! Ethan told me I was being dramatic, but it definitely sucks. He’s been with her long enough now, I think he’s forgotten what it’s like to be the lonesome outsider.”

This is the perfect segue for the question, but it gets stuck in her throat. Come on, MJ, grown woman, remember? She’s sure she already knows the answer based on what he had just said, but it never hurts to check.

“So…you don’t have a girlfriend?”

“Nope.” She glances up at him to find him staring straight ahead with that lopsided, boyish grin. He looks back down at her and reciprocates the question. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Nope.” MJ is mortified to hear it come out as a whisper. She clears her throat and diverts her gaze to the sunset. She had literally, quite literally, just met this man — he should not have this kind of effect on her.

Just then, her phone buzzes, and she’s infuriated to see the deleted number of her ex pop up on the screen. She groans in frustration. “But it’s not for my idiot ex’s lack of trying to get back together,” she complains, wiggling the phone and sending it straight to voicemail.

“I’m sorry,” Grayson says, shaking his head understandingly. “I’ve definitely been there. How long have you been broken up?”

MJ swipes the voicemail notification away and rolls her eyes. “Over two months. We weren't super serious and it wasn't a crazy bad breakup or anything, we were just in different places, and I’m not one to be in a relationship just for the sake of it. Especially if I’m not feeling any aspect of it. I didn't hear a word from him the first month or so, but he’s acting like we were soulmates who had some tragic ending, calling and texting me nonstop the last couple of weeks.”

Grayson shrugs. “Sounds like he’s just realizing what he missed out on,” he says, grinning. MJ’s breath catches in her throat and she rolls her eyes again embarrassedly with a smile, flushing pink yet again. “Why don’t you block him?”

She sighs. “I probably will. I don't like to burn bridges like that unless someone really does me wrong, but it’s getting ridiculous at this point.”

Grayson nods. “I’m not just saying this, but I feel the exact same way. And about what you said with being in a relationship just to be in one. Like…” he ruffles the back of his hair, something she now detects as a tell for when he's uncomfortable. “Ok, like, this sounds so ugly and conceited, but if I really wanted to be with someone, I could. Ethan and I do social media for a living and we have a decent following, so it’s not a lack of girls, but that’s not me. Maybe when I was a little younger, but…yeah, not now.”

Wow. What does that mean, a decent following? Her job requires her to know the ins and outs of the social media side of marketing, but she isn’t super invested in it for herself entertainment-wise. Mainly, she’s active on Snapchat with her friends and just occasionally uses Insta, so with the knowledge of the spectrum of social media followings, that could really be any number in her book. “So you’re, like, an Instagram model or something?”

He chuckles. “No, no. We make YouTube videos mostly. We’re identical twins so a lot of them are stupid things based on that — challenges and skits and stuff. It’s pretty chill. We’re starting to dabble in documentary-style projects, too.”

MJ gawks at him playfully, though she is actually surprised by his admission. “There are two of you?!” she gasps.

Grayson gapes back at her jokingly. “Technically, yes. He’s my absolute best friend in the entire world and, like I said, we’re identical, but half the time we really couldn’t be more opposite if we tried. I’ll show you our channel later, if you want, and you’ll see.”

“Hmm,” MJ hums, catching her lip with her teeth briefly. “Well I’m sure Ethan is great, but I’m glad I met you, then.”

He bumps her with his hip. “Are you saying you like me?”

MJ rolls her eyes good-naturedly at the teasing lilt to his voice and hopes that the light is low enough that he can’t see the seemingly permanent tint to her cheeks. “Since we’re sharing secrets…maybe. Yes.”

“I like you, too,” he replies, just as quietly. She picks up a barely-detectable lisp on the ’t’ and the East Coast lilt on the ‘oo.’ It’s adorable.

Her heart flutters.

They walk steadily a few more feet in silence, when suddenly she feels his hand brush hers gently. She assumes it was accidental until it happens again, only this time there’s more assertiveness in the movement, clearly indicating what he’s trying to do. Her heart jumps in her throat as she gladly lets his palm dwarf her own as he takes her hand in his. They happen to both glance at each other, only to duck their heads simultaneously, each attempting to hide giddy smiles.

“Ah, so, secrets,” MJ says to break the silence that’s thick with the best kind of tension. “How old are you?”

There’s a beat of silence. “Old enough…almost,” he answers cryptically, side-eyeing her.

His reply actually makes MJ stop in her tracks, and she’s jerked a bit by their joined hands as he continues moving. “What?” she asks incredulously.

Grayson laughs heartily and squeezes her palm, melting her insides a bit. He’s clearly pleased with himself at catching her so off-guard. “I’m kidding. I mean, I am legal, but people tend to think I’m older than I am.” He observes her standing there, waiting for his answer, and finally relents. “I’m 20.”

MJ shakes her head, stunned. “Shut the fuck up!” she exclaims. “Twenty?! Dude, yeah, no kidding people think you’re older. I definitely did.”

He tugs on her hand to keep her walking, and MJ obeys dutifully, still amazed at yet another shocking disclosure. “Is that an issue?”

She shrugs; she feels like it should be, but he doesn’t look or act 20 at all. But also…an issue for what? They literally just met. And she should only be thinking of being friends; she can be friends with a 20 year-old.

That thought doesn’t stop her from answering, though, because time factor aside, something is happening between them. Something more than friends, if she’s letting herself be honest. “I guess it’s only an issue if it affects maturity, but that doesn't seem to be a problem here that I can tell.”

Grayson squeezes her hand again, and a shot of sparks zings up her arm this time. “Good. Now, are you gonna make me ask, or are you gonna tell me how old you are?”

MJ groans. Twenty. She’s basically a dinosaur compared to that. “God, I don’t even want to say now. I’m 24,” she admits.

“What’s wrong with that?” Grayson asks with a chuckle.

“Because…” How do you explain to a young, hot 20 year-old man that every year that you creep closer to 25 only means one year closer to the downhill to 30? “I don’t know. Sometimes I feel old. And stuck. Especially lately. And you seem like this super young, super successful guy. It’s a little intimidating.”

Grayson is quiet for a moment. “If there’s anything I know, it’s not to judge your path based on other’s. If you’re feeling stuck, something will happen that gets you unstuck. Age has nothing to do with that.”

His answer catches MJ by surprise in its sincerity and maturity and thoughtfulness. Before she can form an answer, they pass what must be his brother’s tent. She has to hush her fit of laughter into her free hand when Grayson makes a disgusted little noise and flips off the dark red canvas that is, indeed, rustling suspiciously.

From there on they share anything and everything about each other, with each other. Against her word from earlier, she tells him about losing her job and her other woes from the week; he briefly opens up that he had lost his dad a little over a year ago and is still coping with it. This shocks her a bit, but his openness leads her to sympathize with him by sharing how her mom had passed away in a car accident when she was 15. By the time they reach the next campground, their fingers are completely intertwined and she’s leaning her head on his shoulder, his smell enveloping her completely from both his shirt sleeve and the collar of the hoodie. MJ has truly never felt more connected to a man on this level, and it’s both exciting and terrifying.

They aren’t even to her tent yet and she already doesn’t want him to go.

“Should be just around this corner,” Grayson says, squinting at her phone before concentrating on the trail again.

Sure enough, the next turn reveals her campsite, complete with the tent she had miraculously managed to construct herself and her cooler propped next to the same rock-bench that they had sat on at Grayson’s camp.

Her free hand clenches around his elbow. “Yep, here it is,” she says.

They stop and stand to face one another. “Thanks again, Grayson,” she tells him sincerely. “I didn't really know what the hell I was doing coming out here. In more ways than one, obviously.” This earns her a smile and — God, as if her heart could feel any more sappy in that moment — he brings their clasped hands to his lips to kiss the back of her palm. “But in the hour that I’ve known you I think you’ve helped me take my mind off things more than anyone else back home could have. So…thank you.”

“Of course, MJ,” he says quietly. “I could say the same. I rarely talk about my dad with anyone besides Ethan, let alone someone I just met.” Her heart warms at his confession, and a heated moment of quiet and intense eye contact passes between them before he breaks it. “Come on, I’ll help you start a fire.”

She nods, and they release their grasps on one another to gather sticks and dry brush at his suggestion.

“You know,” he says as he leans over the fire pit that’s now filled with their findings with her lighter, breaking the short silence, “I was going to spend the night alone since E was clearly pretty busy. I don't think he would miss me if I stayed for a bit. To keep telling secrets. If you want, that is.”

MJ swallows. What the hell is this night? She’s pretty sure sad, lost girls meeting and mutually falling for beautiful, polite, genuinely funny boys in the desert is something that only happens in the likes of cheesy Meg Cabot novels. Yet, here she is, living out her nerdy 16 year-old fantasies in real life somehow.

“Yes. I want you,” she murmurs finally, and though she doesn’t mean for it to come out as a bit of an entendre, she doesn’t regret her wording; even in the low light of the late sunset, she can see his eyes darken. “Won’t he notice eventually, though, if you stay gone for very long? And it’s getting dark…”

“If I can borrow your phone, I can text him,” he explains. “I don't have any service but you do somehow. I guarantee he’ll use the wifi in our car to check his phone before he goes to bed, so he’ll get it eventually.”

She nods and unlocks her phone for him. “How do you have service out here, actually?” he asks as he types out a new message.

“My brother,” she answers, entranced by the way his thick fingers fly across the keyboard of her phone. “Being a firefighter, he gets to be on this plan for first responders where he gets first access to a bigger network in case he’s in the middle of nowhere on a call or in a crowd during an emergency or something. I was able to sign on with his account and get all the benefits of it.”

Grayson looks up at her, surprised, and smirks when he hands her phone back to her. “Wow, a firefighter? So he could probably kick my ass if he wanted, huh?”

MJ laughs. “Normally I would say yes, but somehow I think you've got a solid 20 pounds of muscle on him, even though he's a little taller than you,” she admits.

She finally can’t resist anymore and runs her right hand over a bicep that is truly bulging right beneath the edge of his shirt sleeve, and allows herself to take in unabashedly the way the fabric stretches across his wide shoulders, his defined pecs…fuck, he’s sexy.

He swallows hard and she looks up at him. For the second time that night, the intensity of his gaze stuns her into silence and stillness.

When he ducks his head to meet her lips with his, however, her insides are screaming and the hand not clutching his arm travels to grip the front of his shirt, then the short hairs at the back of his neck.

More cliches, but it’s a perfect first kiss — soft but intense, not too much tongue but just enough as it deepens. MJ sighs into his mouth, deciding she would be perfectly content to do this with him forever despite the fire now lit within her at his touch that has her body begging for more.

It could have been a few seconds or a few hours that they stand there entwined with one another, but eventually they part, eyes closed and breaths panting heavily in the minimal space between them. The longer she isn’t distracted by his lips, the longer she stands there trying not to overthink things.

But the beauty of what this trip has been — what Grayson has been — for her is that it was the opposite of overthinking; it was instinctual, impulsive, and honest. In short, her motto had been ‘fuck it.’

Her green eyes open and lift to his hazel ones. “Grayson,” she whispers, “we’re telling secrets tonight, right?”

“Right,” he replies just as breathlessly.

She swallows past a small lump as an inexplicable rush of emotion hits her.

Fuck it.

MJ’s hands cup his angular jaw and she forces herself to keep eye contact with him. She takes a deep breath. “Look, I’m not into drama and feelings and fairytale shit. But I like you. I really like you, way more than I should considering we’re basically strangers, which fucking scares me. And even though I barely know you, I trust you for some reason. I just…need you to tell me if you feel kind of the same, or if this is starting to feel like too much now that I’m putting my thoughts out there. Because my gut is telling me this is mutual, but we can both walk away now and write it off as a crazy, whirlwind thing in the desert. I go in my tent, you go in yours, and we never see each other again.”

Her words come out in a rush, her last sentence almost painfully so. She also suddenly considers the idea that maybe he’s only using her as a fun story to tell his friends about, the pretty girl he met in the desert, wooed by his charm and good looks into her tent, only to be ghosted by him the next day.

Maybe the uncertainty in her life is leading her to be too impulsive with her wants and desires right now.

Maybe she’s starting to overthink things.

Grayson catches his lower lip with his teeth and mimics the position of her hands with his own. His thumbs brush the ridges of her mandible and his long fingers overlap at the back of her neck, scratching lightly. Despite herself, she could have purred at the sensation, almost does when it’s combined with that of his lips brushing hers tenderly.

“MJ,” he says lowly, resting his forehead against hers. “I’m not a fuckboy, I promise; like I said earlier, if all I wanted was a warm body beside me, I could have that in a second. What’s so hard for me is to find someone who's not after clout or money or anything that comes along with being in the social media space. Almost every girl I’ve talked to in the last couple of years has been attracted to one of those aspects of my life, not me. Once I find that out, no matter what they look like, I’m never interested in being in the same room as them, let alone in a relationship with them. I can tell you don't give a shit about any of that, and I love it. I love how funny, genuine, and kind you are. I love how naturally, absolutely gorgeous you are. That’s what I look for, that’s all I go for, and you’re all of it.”

Holy fuck, how is this guy real? It’s like he could read her mind. Her thumb tugs on his lower lip and he takes that as his cue to kiss her thoroughly again.

“Promise me now, then,” she huffs when they break apart, “no matter what happens tonight, we try to stay friends, at least, tomorrow.”

“Deal,” he agrees with a grin.

MJ bites her lip and smirks up at him. “How about we, uh, keep sharing secrets in my tent?”

Grayson raises his brow, his smile widening. “It is getting a little chilly out here.”

#this might have originally been written w smut #but i wasn't sure if i wanted it to be official #should i post it as like a continuation?#hmm #dolan twins #grayson dolan #grayson dolan smut #grayson dolan fic #grayson dolan oc #grayson mj

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Hi Sai! Very sorry in advance if this is this is way too fangirly. Just wanted to thank you, because I just played 14 Days With You's demo and was blown away. The time consistency is maybe a bit wonky on some scenes, but otherwise everything is absolutely brilliant, and I haven't been this hyped by a demo in quite a while.I really enjoy MC's narration being as bubbly and chatty as it is, it gives both the game and the character a lot of flavour (my favourite touch is MC often being afraid(1/?)

of creeping on /Ren/. It's hilarious).As for Ren himself… He's written to be perfect to the point where it's almost meta, and, oh no it definitely works. As a goshdang adult with years of yandere tropes under my belt, I'm ashamed of being this receptive to what he's putting out, but he's just. so. fascinating? The dedication, the carefully-crafted façade and sudden personality whiplashes, the versatility and quick recoveries, the vulnerability, both "real" and "fake"… (2/? )

I'm entirely too weak to this guy, send help. Despite being curious about the genre, there haven't been many yandere-type characters I've outright /loved/ over the years, but now I'm like "Ah. So THIS is how it feels". Whoops. (Also: well-written, engaging smut you want to read more of? What is this sorcery???) And now I’m torn. I'm very much obsessed and would like to see more of this.. But simultaneously I want to tell you to take all the time you need! In the meantime, here're some (3/?)

In the meantime, here're some questions, so that this ast is not entirely gushing: 1- Are you planning the final game to be free or paid? Asking because I'm 100% ready to support this level of quality entertainment. 2- Will you be releasing the game day-by-day or once all is done? Thank you so much for your hard work! <3 Very much looking forward to what you have in store next.

pov: you’re me crying on the floor because this ask wAS WAY TOO SWEET??????? AAaaAAAAAaaaAAAAaaAAAA

Firstly, thank you so much for leaving such a heartfelt message. I am beyond happy to hear that you enjoyed the demo, and your high praise for the game means the world to me!! ;v;

I’m also always interested in learning about other people’s introspection of Ren, so seeing your interpretation of him has honestly got me like “yes!! that’s exactly the vibe I was going for when writing him!” — so I’m glad I was able to convey his little quirks and mannerisms well enough within the game =w=

Also, you mentioned the time consistency being a bit wonky during some scenes, so I’d just like to quickly clarify that I had to cut some scenes short due to the time restraints I placed on myself when making the game. I wasn’t able to finish the sprites for some of the other characters you meet in the original 2017 demo, so I ended up cutting out the dialog and replacing it with like, three lines of text lmao ^^’ I’ll have the sprites and dialog restored by the time I release Day 2, so hopefully you won’t be stuck with those short scenes for long... ^^ (But if I misunderstood what you were saying, then please let me know and I’ll work on fixing the issue!)

As for your questions; right now I’m content with releasing the full game for free on itch.io, but I might look into setting up a patreon/kickstarter as a means for funding any potential game expediencies (voice acting, foley sounds, BGM licences, etc.). However I much prefer if people showed their support through conveying genuine interest in the game, rather than throwing money at me — especially since there are other people and places that deserve it waaay more than I do! ;v;

As for your second question; I have plans for releasing the game on a day-by-day basis until I reach Day 7/the halfway point (so I can take in everyone’s concerns, feedback, and reactions as I go along), before finishing the game entirely and releasing it to the public :)

But wahhhh, thanks again for sending such a heartfelt ask!! I’m genuinely still floored and speechless (despite the wall of text I just threw at you) but I appreciate your words and support so much!! <3

#💌 — love letters.#💌 — answered.#queued post #also sorry if this is incoherent; it's almost 2am and i'm on my mobile skgsgk

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strawberryscouts · 3 years

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🍓 : closing time ; w/ smiley *･゜ﾟ･*

summary: smiley is a little distracted on the job, his brain filled with thoughts of the shop’s opening day and his pretty little girlfriend

pairing: timeskip!kawata nahoya x f!reader

warnings: 18+ minors DNI slight timeskip tokyorev spoilers (?), fluff + smut, cursing, semi-public sex, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, fingering, health code violations (fucking on tables lmao), not proofread ⁄(⁄ ⁄ ⁄ω⁄ ⁄ ⁄)⁄

a/n: well, here it is! my first work on this blog and my first fic written in…i don’t even know lmao. i apologize in advance for how much this probably blows and for any spelling/grammatical errors. i may have a degree in linguistics but that don’t mean a bitch can spell (/ω＼) feedback would be much appreciated and thanks for reading!!

“i can handle it from here, you know…if you need to get home you can dip”

nahoya’s head jerked up, eyes meeting his twins and catching the pointed look he was giving him. slipping his phone back into his back pocket, the elder twin let out a chuckle.

“i’m not about to leave you to deal with this shit, man. i know i’m a little distracted but having me here is better than having nobody at all..c’mon,” he teases.

souya‘s expression doesn’t change. it screams “are you serious?”, and nahoya scratches the back of his neck nervously.

“if you’d take a look around, bro…you’d see that it’s dead as fuck in here now. trust me, i got it. plus if i have to watch you grinning at your phone for another second i think i might dunk my head in hot broth,” souya insists, grabbing some empty bowls from the tables surrounding them.

nahoya thinks about it for a moment, really judging the situation. the grand opening for ‘evil twins’ had brought in more people than they’d originally expected, keeping the twins booked and busy for almost a week straight and while it was an amazing accomplishment, nahoya really fucking missed you. you’d been there on opening day, helping take photos of the twins cutting the ribbon to their new place, helping take orders in your cute little apron, and just being a general supportive presence. you’d also been there that night after they closed up for the first time, bidding farewell to the silently suspicious younger twin while you and nahoya stayed behind to “christen” the building.

“it’s for good luck. if we fuck here, the good vibes will spread and people will feel it and come by the bus-load!” you’d told him with a smile rivaling his own spread across your face.

“that’s a fucking great idea babe, i’m down,” he easily agreed, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back inside the cozy shop. making sure he locked the door behind him, he turned off the main dining area lights, leaving the kitchen ones on to create a dimly lit setting. you busied yourself with making sure the blinds were closed, although the thought of giving someone a show didn’t completely turn you off, it was probably better for business if you kept your secret for success just that, a secret.

“c’mere, pretty. you were such a good help today, you know that?” nahoya’s voice floated over to you from the bar area and you nearly skipped into his arms. he wrapped them around you tight, pulling you flush against his chest while reaching down to rub across the curve of your ass.

“it was nothing, hoya. i know how important today was for you guys and i wanted to! you know i’d do anything for you, baby,” you preen. tilting your head up, you meet your boyfriend’s grinning face and lick your lips. he was so fucking handsome. even after a full day of running around slinging noodles, he looked like he just stepped out of a magazine and in that moment you felt so lucky to be able to call him yours.

nahoya didn’t miss the look you were giving him either. with a small chuckle, he met you halfway, bringing your plush lips to his. you tasted the strawberry chapstick he’d borrowed from you earlier in the day on his lips and licked at his mouth for more, making him open up and drag his tongue across yours. kissing nahoya always left you breathless and dizzy, like he was sucking the air out of your lungs but somehow his arms around you were keeping you from going completely weightless. he tugged lightly on your bottom lip with his teeth before pulling away completely and pulling at your hips to turn you around so your back was to the bar.

“hop up here, angel. i wanna say thank you for your hard work today,” he was breathing heavy, you had just as much of an affect on him as he did you.

“are you sure? souya wiped everything down so nice earlier…” you trailed off, thinking about how the somber twin would blow up if he found out what you and nahoya were planning get into after hours.

“angel…this was your idea! plus there’s no fucking way we’re gonna tell him. just let me take care of you how you took care of me, okay?” he insisted, thumbs rubbing little circles on your hips.

you sighed, lifting yourself backwards onto the bar table and spreading your legs enough for nahoya to fit between them. his hands ran up and down your thighs, pushing your skirt back past your knees and giving him a full look at your panties.

“fuck…look at you. always so fucking pretty for me,” he breathed out, barely a whisper but it still reached your ears. the change in his voice had you growing warm already. “lean that head back for me, angel,”

you obeyed, exposing your neck for him as he pulled your body closer to him by the hips. your clothed pussy was flush against his abdomen and his lips were quickly attached to the flesh of your neck, licking and sucking loudly.

“baby! if you leave marks i’m not gonna be able to hide what we got up to tonight,” you whined, weakly trying to push his attacking form back. “i want to help out with the lunch rush tomorrow!”

“fuck that,” he groaned against your skin. “you’re gonna need to take the day off tomorrow to rest up,”

the implications of his words had you clenching around nothing and grinding your body closer to his. you gently grabbed the sides of his face to bring him back up to your lips, kissing his sloppily. he moaned openly into your mouth, smug at how easily you’d given into him. you felt his smile through the kiss and it was driving you crazy and making you impossibly wetter.

“please hoya…” you breathed out between kisses. “need you now,”

he laughed darkly and pulled back from your swollen lips. two taps to your thigh had you spreading your legs for him again, giving his access to your now ruined panties. he tugged them down with practiced ease and you shivered a little when your ass touched the cool table surface. slowly, you began to reach for his pants to undo them as well but nahoya grabbed your hands and maneuvered your body back, laying you on your back on the length of the bar. “did you forget, baby? i’m rewarding you. you can help me afterwards,”

you groaned wantonly, knowing what was coming next. he crouched down until he was eye level with your throbbing core, making you hold your breath in anticipation. “please don’t tease, hoya. i want you!”

his response was to take both hands on either side of your mound, using his thumbs to spread your pussy open and lick a long strip up the entire length of your slit. you gasped, chest heaving at the sudden feeling and your legs tensed. nahoya wasted no time, giving you more licks and taking the time to spread you open for him. from your clit to your pretty little hole, he drug his tongue slowly and firmly, warming you up without making you think he was being a tease. you deserved it after all. everyone who visited today was greeted with your cheerful and smiling face, sending him compliments on his “lovely wife” on their way out after filling their bellies. he didn’t have the heart to correct them, after all…he was planning to wife you one day. but for now, he was content with making out with your pussy, giving you the kinds of feelings he knows only he can bring out of you. he felt your body tense and relax with his movements, then begin to tremble as he focused his tongue on your swollen clit. quicker strokes of the tongue here had him gripping the meat of your thighs for purchase. you were moaning and breathing heavy now, breathlessly telling him to take it easy or you’d cum too fast.

“i know what i’m doing, angel. just lay back and take it,” he cooed, leaving another kiss on your little bud. left hand moving from your thigh, he trailed down to your dripping slit, dragging his index finger along the folds and collecting your arousal. he brought his hand up to your lips, giving you that look. obediently, you opened your mouth and took his finger in, tongue cleaning yourself off of him without being told. the sight of you being so good for him had nahoya’s cock jumping in his jeans, but he had to focus on you right now, on making you feel good and showing you how much he liked having you around as his little helper.

bringing his lips back to your clit he licked and sucked in a steady rhythm, pulling sounds from you that he was happy nobody else was around to hear. you were covered in a thin film of sweat now, shirt pushed up past your breasts so that you could start pulling and twisting on your own nipples in response to the insane feelings your boyfriend was bringing out of you down below. it was so fucking hot in here, your mind filled with steam and pleasure and just nahoya.

“babe…more! gonna…g-gonna cum,” you squeaked out, legs wrapping around his shoulders and starting to squeeze.

he was basically grinning into your cunt at your words, roughly pushing his finger inside you to help push you over the edge and feel you explode all over his face. he could tell you were close, your legs were shaking around him and he could practically feel your pulse through your clit on his lips. just a little more, he just had to push you a little more.

“oh fuck, oh fuck, oh yes i’m cumming!” you cried out, feeling the electric pleasure wash over all over your body. you were panting, grabbing onto nahoya’s hair for some sense of grounding. he didn’t stop though, continuing to pump his finger into your quivering pussy and sucking relentlessly on your clit. the hand left on your thighs attempting to hold you still was bound to leave a mark tomorrow. finally, after what felt like full minutes later, your breathing slowed and your body floated back down from wherever the hell your smiley boyfriend managed to take it.

“that was…so god damn…good,” you managed to get out between deep breaths. nahoya laughed, wiping your cum from his lips and coming up to kiss you sweetly. you could still taste yourself on his lips and the that had you trembling all over again. “is it my turn to take care of you now, babe?,” you began, looking at him through lidded eyes heavy from the aftermath of cumming so hard.

nahoya responded with pressing himself against your body on the table, letting you feel exactly what you had done to him. his cock was straining against his jeans, you could feel it twitching sporadically as he looked right into your eyes. “i’m definitely not gonna turn down any more help from you, angel,”

“BRO! ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING TO ME?”

nahoya blinked hard, snapping himself out of the memory from last week. souya was pissed, nothing new but still not fun. what the hell had he even been saying?

“umm…yes? no? i don’t know..but you’re right. i am about to head out for the day,”

souya rolled his eyes hard at the redundancy his brother was spouting off, and watched as the older twin shrugged off his apron and untied the bandanna keeping his hair down.

“i owe you one for this, little bro,” nahoya teased, punching souya in the shoulder before hopping over the empty bar and heading to the door.

“whatever…just be ready to close on your own whenever i get a girlfriend too,” the younger twin grumbled. he was happy for nahoya, he really was…he was just tired of seeing him all lovesick and horny when they were supposed to be focused on customers. things would go a lot smoother once his brother checked in with you. you always managed to keep him level headed.

“catch ya at home, alright?” nahoya waved and bidded farewell to his twin as well as the couple people sitting inside the shop, then he slipped out the door. with a little spring in his step and a grin ghosting his lips, he grabbed his phone and quickly punched your contact.

“hey, angel. it’s me! i’m on my way to you right now….yeah for real! it’s been a tough day, though…you really wanna help?….be ready for me when i get there, naked and spread wide like i like, okay?….good girl. be there in 10,”

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers fic #kawata twins #kawata nahoya x reader #kawata nahoya #smiley x reader #🍓.smiley

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detectivehannibal · 4 years

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Pretty as a Picture

Hannibal Lecter x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Implications of smut.

A/N: Why do I keep disappearing from this blog?? I’ve had this idea for FOREVER. Fun fact about me, I sometimes recycle my works from other blogs. So if you’re curious, this is from my Harry Potter blog @seriouslysnape and here’s the original work.

Word Count: 1,738

“It’s not much...just a little something for your birthday.”

On the surface, surprises don’t really seem to come to mind when you think about Hannibal Lecter. The esteemed psychiatrist always came off to you as an open book. He was usually willing to share all aspects of his life with you, which naturally left you believing that there weren’t any secrets lurking further within himself.

Oh, how wrong you were.

Despite all the things that you didn’t know about Hannibal, you knew him well enough to know the sorts of things that he has a fancy for and the things he doesn’t. As high maintenance and temperamental as he is, he is shockingly easy to please. It’s a bit of an ironic statement, but still the truth nonetheless.

You could gift Hannibal with something as simple as a pair of socks or with something as extravagant as a brand new luxury suit, and he’d always have the same genuine, appreciative reaction. If something came from you, he would surely love it with his whole heart.

This gift, however, was on a whole new level.

The idea had honestly come to you at random when you were brainstorming birthday present possibilities. Even though he would never admit it, he was a bit bored of you buying him a new tie for every occasion. He had a tie for every color, pattern, and even he could ever dream of. You wanted to think outside of the box this time. You wanted to come up with something that he would never ever think of.

On the flip side, you also wanted to be sure that it was something that he could have for a long time and something that would have some real meaning to him. You could always go down the culinary appliance route, but he already had absolutely everything he’d ever possibly want or need. You were in a bit of a rut, but that’s when you got a wonderful thought.

Hannibal didn’t own many personal pictures. Most of the photos in his house were custom made art pieces that were worth more than the price of your left leg alone. Hannibal never struck you as the kind of man to have plethoras of pictures of loved ones, but you still found it odd. It’d be a win-win in your eyes. You’d supply Hannibal with some photos to hold on to, and it’d be a thoughtful gift.

Then your plan took a sultry turn.

You had picked out a large photo album that would match the aesthetic of his house, and an album that would have plenty of pages to fill up. You kept it stashed away in your closet until you were ready to put pictures inside of it when another idea came to mind.

What if you made a sexy photo album for him?

At first, you were a little sheepish at the idea. Boudoir style pictures showing off only the dirtiest of contents? It seemed like that might be too much and even a bit weird. The longer you thought about it, though, the more and more the idea sounded good. Maybe Hannibal wouldn’t necessarily jump at the gift, but at least he’d have something to jerk off to when you weren’t around.

You assembled as many outfits as you could, some coming from your personal collection and some were purchased as a specialty to the production of the photos. You’d need some help actually having the photos taken, which is why you recruited one of your closest friends.

You could’ve had them professionally done, but you weren’t sure how comfortable you were with a photographer and group of modeling experts studying over your naked body for an entire day. Your friend was stoked for the project and dedicated a whole afternoon while Hannibal was at work to help you out.

You took probably about a hundred pictures, all with varying poses, outfits, and locations around the house. You even took a few more innocent photos of you just smiling or doing candid things. You figured that you needed some sweet to balance out the spicy.

You decorated the pages to add some pop and flare, ultimately thrilled with the final product. Hannibal’s birthday was only a few days away, and you were itching to show him what you had made for him.

“You’re fidgety tonight.” Hannibal spoke from where he was laid out underneath you on the living room sofa.

It was true, you had been extremely jittery for the last hour and a half, trying to compose yourself. Hannibal had told you that he had wanted nothing more than to have a quiet evening in for his birthday, which you found as a blessing because he’d definitely want to stay around the house after seeing his gift.

“Sorry. Just excited.” You admitted, seeing this as the perfect opportunity.

He raised a brow, looking down at your frame that was practically trembling with explosive animation.

“I feel as if I don’t need to inform you that my birthday comes around every year,” He joked; “What’s gotten you so elated?”

You smiled up at him with a brightness that was almost blinding. You scrambled off of the sofa at your cue.

“Wait right here. I’ll be back.” You announced as you dashed up the stairs.

Hannibal chuckled to himself, already guessing as to what you were plotting. You returned shortly after with the picture book in hand, complete with a bow on top. You sat with your legs crossed in front of him, eagerly handing it to him.

“It’s not much...just a little something for your birthday.” You explained.

Hannibal sat up from where he was settled into the cushions, eyeing over the cover carefully. It was a beautifully crafted book, the dark leather was absolutely gorgeous. He pushed the bow off of the sides, opening to the very first page to see a sweet note you had written him, signed with your signature and all. He turned to the first page to actually contain photos on it, and a smile of pure joy spread on his face.

You had put all of the non-sexual pictures in the first two pages to disguise the actual reason for the book. You were smiling happily in each of the first several photos, wearing different casual outfits and in different places.

“Darling, these are wonderful,” He complimented; “They’re stunning, they-”

His heartbeat quickened when he made it to the third page, and he noticed they had taken on a new theme. The scandalous photos were enough to knock him speechless. For the first time ever, you saw Hannibal’s cheeks break out into a deep blush. His fingertips trailed over one in particular where you were wearing one of his white work shirts with all the buttons undone. The only thing you were wearing underneath was one of his ties settled between your breasts.

In other photos, you were wearing different sets of lingerie. There was one lacy, red colored set that almost made him faint right then and there.

He was knocked speechless, unable to string together a single sentence. You were beginning to feel a little self conscious, and you went back to your original worry that this was a bad idea. You had honestly expected him to completely attack you with feverish kisses or fuck you right then and there. The fact that he was completely silent was unsettling, because Hannibal Lecter always had something to say.

Your voice was thick with uncertainty as you spoke to break the silence.

“Hannibal, do you...like them?” You wondered aloud.

His eyes never steered clear from the book in his hands and the photos presented in front of him. He turned to the next page, a rush of arousal flushing over him at one in particular where you were completely naked, stretched out on the massive kitchen counter and giving a look so seductive that it made his belly flutter. The sight of you naked in his culinary world where he spent so much time was a sight to behold.

“[Y/N], I love them. These photographs...they’re beautiful, well produced, and so, so sexy.” He breathed out.

You exhaled a breath of relief, feeling a sense of anticipation as he continued to rake over them. He turned to a new set of pictures, his hot blush growing even deeper onto his cheeks. He couldn’t look away from the scandalous photos, each one becoming dirtier than the last. He was riled up and he was already looking forward to having this book at his disposal.

His lips parted slightly ajar as he loomed over them. Your waiting was patient as he finished looking through them, his pupils dilating more and more by the minute. He closed the book once he was finished, his eyes finally flickering up to you. He had grown a very prevalent erection, and his eyes were filled with an intense amount of lust. Your suspicions had been correct after all.

He was going to rock your world.

Hannibal usually didn’t try to make the first move. He always wanted you to initiate sex first. He believed that sex was a passionate, romantic connection that shouldn’t always be fueled by burning want and desire from outside resources. Based on the way he was looking at you though, you could tell that he wanted you BADLY.

He nonchalantly rolled his hips forward to create some kind of friction. The sneaky grin on your face was almost maddening. The way that your body leaned in and your lips brushed over his just ever so was intoxicating. Your lips traveled to his ear as you purposefully let out a wanton moan to tantalize him.

“Touch me, Hanni. I know you want to.” You coaxed.

That was all he needed.

Hannibal lunged forward, smothering your body with his and suffocating you with hot kisses. He kept your hands pinned above your head, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck as he intentionally drew the most wonderful sounds out of you.

“What are the chances of you wearing one of those outfits under this sweater?” He said in a steamy voice.

You squirmed against his hands, but to no avail. When Hannibal didn’t want you to go anywhere, then you wouldn’t. You bit down on your lip in a seductive way, breathing out your response to send him into full on love making mode.

“Why don’t you find out?”

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