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beat-the-morning · 22 days ago

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🖤 Fumigation Journal || Hozier x Reader🖤

BOTH PARTS

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Rating: 18+ || smut

Tags: oral sex, multiple orgasms, cum eating, cum swallowing, marsturbation interrupted, love confessions, fingering, face fucking, dry humping, marking, creampie (kinda), squirting, breakfast in bed

Summary: Andrew is staying at your apartment while his house gets fumigated, you come back from work one day only to find him with your dream journal in hand. What will happen next?

Word Count: 7k

A/N: This fic was co-written with oomf :) We both wrote both chapters— go give them some love!!

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You gazed out your window, sleepy eyes reverently observing the sunrise. Your heart swelled— somehow, the sunrise always felt prettier when you had someone to love. Really, everything in life gets slathered in beauty

And, oh, how close your love was. He was staying in your shitty apartment instead of his big, old house. The one that had no air conditioning, that he needed to get renovated when he moved in to even be able to piss in the bathroom. It also frequently got infested with bugs. Andrew tried everything, but nothing really worked. Not bug traps, nor the exterminator, nor closing the gaps in the house.

So, currently the house was getting fumigated. Maybe these bugs realized how he was made for you. Maybe they were on your side— the ultimate matchmakers. You giggled into your pillow at the mere thought.

You got up and rolled out of bed. Work was in 30 minutes— it was probably best to suck it up and stop staring at the sky, like some sort of romantic. Even if you very well were. You stumbled out of your room, hair frizzy, face bare, eyes blurry.

Your sleepy legs made their way into the kitchen, every step a battle. You weren't paying attention, your mind was way better at thinking about your pretty best friend. In consequence, you bumped into the man himself. Face hitting his chest, you let out a tired groan. You looked up at him with weary eyes— one of his hands ended up on your shoulder, steadying you.

“Clumsy morning, huh?”

You cover your mouth, hiding a yawn. Andrew laughed, a warm, mellow, welcoming sound. Wanting him was your only absolute this early. Everything was blurry, you really didn't care about anything, you were tired, and your head hurt. But you wanted him, and you wanted him now.

“I made french toast.” He said, letting you go, interrupting your thinking.

You happily hummed, sitting down at the table as he set a plate in front of you, “Thank you, Andy”

“No problem. And I'm sorry for this being all so sudden. Thank you for taking me in. It… it really means a lot, you're a sweetheart. Truly.”

Your cheeks flushed, and it took you a few seconds to compose yourself before you dug into your pancakes.

Once you were done stuffing your face, you quickly got ready for your job. You organized books at the local library— and you sure as hell dressed the part. You decided on a patterned button down and black trousers- hell, your elderly neighbor dressed younger than you.

Work was boring as fuck, but at least it was Friday, so no more work for a couple days. You got through the day with one too many cups of coffee and at least one “smoke break”, which was really just a lap around the block to get away from work for a few minutes.

You didn't have the worst job ever—hell, the pay was the best you'd had. But it was tedious, and mind-numbingly boring. Especially when you had a man at home. Not your man, but rather the man you were given the curse of being “just friends” with.

You were utterly thrilled, yet exhausted at the end of the day, when you took the bus home and planned what movie you and Andy were to watch.

Your aching legs made their way up the stairs, your hand holding tightly onto the handrail, trying not to fall down the steps from how drowsy you were. The sweet promise of seeing your best friend filled you, though, and it did almost numb your pain.

You finally reached your floor, opening the door, heart warm and fuzzy, and your eyes befell a beautiful, but shocking sight.

Andrew lay there, on your cozy couch, in sweatpants and a white ribbed tank top. Even that was enough to stun you. His eyes were focused, glazed over, head tilted back. His hair was messy, tangled.

In one hand, he held a small, black journal- with striking similarity to your dream journal. You’d been using it for a few months now and had written every dream you’d had in it, while it had started out with innocent little fairytales, your dreams had become far less appropriate as of late. So the journal mostly was composed of dirty descriptions of intimacy- all with Andrew. This was the book that you mistakenly left open on your coffee table the night before. His other hand was under his sweatpants, gripping tightly, stroking his cock with wild abandon. He knew it was wrong, that he was invading your privacy, but god, was he weak for you.

“So fuckin’ hot…” He groans, the world around him fuzzy and blurred. “Please” he whimpered, bucking into his hand, a bit of drool leaking onto his chest, soaking the hair that peeked out from under that singlet.

You took it all in, and realized that you should not be watching this. You quickly shut the door, followed by a loud curse from Andy. You could feel your heart pounding in your ear. Fuck, were you wet. You were still in your work clothes, very much dressed like a librarian. But you couldn’t deny the wetness underneath it all, you felt your panties soaking more and more as the seconds passed by, you hated and loved what his simple yet perverted act was doing to you.

Behind the door, Andrew quickly put his conscious, ever twitching length away under those unintentionally slutty grey sweatpants. Or intentionally— you knew this man. Despite his very common bouts of disliking everything about himself, he knew how hot others saw him. And he wasn’t an idiot— he'd seen your reverent stares. He'd noticed how you always stayed wrapped in his arms just a second too long after hugs. He knew that you were attracted to him on some level. Maybe not the full extent, but he knew something was up.

How could he ruin this by wanking off to your private journal? Once his dick was put away, still twitching, leaking a bit in his pants, he ran his hand through his hair, hunched over, filled with guilt. Your moleskin-wrapped journal was abandoned on the floor. Man, did he fuck up.

You leaned into the door, your voice shaky— you were embarrassed, turned on, and terrified all at the same time.

“Andy… you decent?” you called out on the other side of the thin door, meek.

He looked up from his hands covering his flushed face, and responded a very pathetic, “Yea… Ehm, yeah, I am.” He shifted awkwardly, before his pretty hazel eyes fixed upon the floor. Shamed, and rightfully cockblocked.

You opened the door, slowly walking back into your apartment, your eyes focused on the floor, too embarrassed to look over at him. His breathing was shaky— he was scared to take even one step closer to you.

“I’m sorry, angel, I didn’t—“ he cut himself off, taking in a deep breath before speaking again. “I have no excuse, I really, really don’t. I just… I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say. I was.. you were gone, found yer book… and… and I thought you were working, and I'm so fucking sorry, Ang-” He cut himself off with a sob, one finger nervously twisting at a curl.

Angel, huh? The man was always such a sweet talker when he fucked up. Now you weren't even mad at him, how could you be? You wished you could have the image of him pleasuring himself burnt into your eyelids. But you snapped out of these filthy thoughts when he spoke again.

“I’ll just leave, I know you probably need to process this whole thing, but please don’t—“

“No- I mean, it’s…” You took a heavy breath in. Please keep going. You thought, but what slipped out was a little more civil;

“We all do it, yeah? So… so…” You took another heavy breath in, your tone changing to a softer one. “Don’t leave.”

His heart broke with your last words, how could he say no to you?

“No, no, I'm… really sorry, that journal was private. And… and it's not fair to you,” cue the chorus of sniffles, “It's none of my business, even if it's about-”

And when you thought your cheeks couldn't flush more. Your best friend was sobbing, and yet you couldn't help but notice the outline in those sweats. Long, hard, twitching, leaking onto the waistband. Oh, how you wish to swallow it whole.

You took a step closer to him, finally looking into his eyes, they were red and teary, begging for forgiveness. You hugged him, awkwardly, but you knew he didn’t care much about that. He just needed the embrace of another. He felt horrible—disrespectful, dirty, perverted. All he wanted to do was sink into this couch and die from pure sin.

But the closest he could do was sink into you. He was so disappointed in himself that he didn't really notice his face was between your breasts. Fine, he did notice, and it made him even harder. But it was a shameful boner— and he really did derive a lot of comfort from your embrace.

You gently stroked his hair, whispering the occasional ‘you're okay’. Did he notice how hard your nipples were? Did he feel your heart beating? Oh, you felt him. Obviously he was hunched over, in a way that you couldn't feel his cock, but you could feel his shaky hands holding onto you. You could feel the way he nuzzled his nose into your breast— and fuck, did it turn you on.

You moved to the couch, sitting down next to each other, you gently pulled his face from your chest, holding it tenderly in your hands. He looked so ashamed, yet aroused. He closed his eyes for a second, relishing in your touch and caresses, surprised that you even wanted him near you.

He sighed softly, eyes still closed, you placed a tender kiss on his forehead, your thumbs softly rubbing his cheeks in an attempt at comforting him.

When you pulled away slightly, he let out a little whine. He didn't mean to– he was ever so flustered. His cheeks under your fingers were hot, very hot. Like he'd never been kissed on the forehead by someone as pretty as you. You were sure he had, but it was cute to see him fumbling around like he hadn't.

“I really am sorry, I don't deserve this.. you being so damn sweet, when you should really just be yelling at me.. and in your own house, I'm such a-”

“For God's sake, could you shut up?” You blurted, your hand stilling in his hair.

He looked at you with big, wet eyes, almost like a kicked puppy, he looked like he was on the brink of tears. “But I-”

You saw those pretty shining eyes, and that blabbering soft mouth. And all you could think about was shutting him up yourself. You leaned in, the bow of your lips drawn against him in a slow, but nevertheless desperate affair. Andrew sobbed a little into the kiss, but held you close. He needed this, he needed you.

You were the first to slip your tongue into it, tasting his spit. He tasted like coffee and tears. Poor man, an insomniac and depressed. What he needs now is pussy. Plenty of it, to drown his sorrows in.

You kept devouring him, feeling his hands shaking throughout, yet incredibly needy. One hand landed on your thigh, and you fell into him, groaning needily.

God, he could feel the heat radiating from you. He pulled off your kiss-swollen lips and got at your neck, quickly finding the spot that drew you in. He spoke quietly, under your ear

“This good?” He whispered, eyes half lidded. He didn't even try to hide his boner, and you could feel his precum leaking out.

“Mhm..” you whispered reverently, moving his hand up your waist.

He fumbled while unbuttoning your shirt, quickly followed by your bra before he latched onto one of your breasts, needily sucking at your nipple while his hand played with the other one. You whimpered quietly, your hand immediately moving to his hair, fingers tangling in his brown curls. His lips moved to your other nipple, sucking it passionately while his hands travelled lower on your form, undoing your work pants after a bit of a struggle.

You tugged at his hair, leading him to where he was so obviously so very giddy to lap at. He looked up at you, heart eyes so pretty in the golden hour, but ever so feral. You met his gaze with a smile. He kissed a trail down to your clit as he inched both your panties and trousers down at the same time, moving down, licking a firm stripe up your warm pussy, then digging in, and eating you like a man starved.

And god, did he eat you out. Like he was made to. Eager and adoring, he worshipped you between your legs without even pulling away to breathe. His long tongue, soft lips, and nice big fingers— what else would he use them for? Yes, guitar playing, but he'd much prefer to play you instead.

His tongue worked at the lips of your pussy, nose dug into your clit, his stubble drawing giggles from you. It quickly became his safe space. He loved it. He'd always loved it, and he loved it even more now that it was you. His sweet muse.

And his favorite melody, out of all the love songs that he's heard, were your moans. A sweet crescendo, starting soft and shy, but loud enough for all your neighbors to hear by the time his fingers were inside you. You were his, all his. And everyone had to know that. They had to know that he was devouring your decadent body as it deserved to be.

His fingers curled into you, tickling the very spots that made you squirm and squeeze his face with your thighs. You returned his heart eyes before they rolled back.

You moaned so loudly, lewdly. A noise that you didn’t even know you could make. You felt a familiar knot in your belly, the feeling of it tightening only to suddenly snap overwhelming you.

“Fuck, you- Andrew, fucking- God!” You said, frustratingly riding the waves of pleasure running through you.

He looked up, eyes shining, still so very big and needy, but drowning in your orgasm, just as you were. He curled up next to you, catching your lips in a hungry kiss. When he pulled away for air, you smiled, in a way that you hoped he adored.

“You taste like pussy, Andy” You teased with a little giggle.

“Mm… Wonder who’s fault that is, angel.”

You giggled, kissing him again. His hands grabbed your waist and moved you so you were straddling his thigh, you ground against it, unknowingly rubbing his cock while doing so. One of your hands travelled lower towards his sweatpants, slipping under the waistband and wrapping your fingers around his cock. Slowly, you stroked it, the tip of it red and glistening with precum, poking out under his clothes. Your other hand pulled his top off, consumed with the need to feel his skin against yours.

He moaned softly into the kiss, pulling your hips firmly onto his thigh and making you hump it, you moaned in return, and he deepened the kiss. It wasn’t long until you felt him twitching in your hand, his hips buckling towards you ever so slightly, you were going to stop, you wanted him in your mouth before he could finish, but you were too late. He came on your hand and on his abdomen not long after, a thick pearly coating on his slight pudge. You broke the kiss, looking down at his lap and pulling your hand up to your mouth.

He looked into your eyes, and you returned it, almost asking for permission, to which he gave you a small nod and a smile. Your eyes focused back on your hand, still covered with his seed, and you licked it off, quiet, soft moans escaping you as you swallowed his delicious sin.

“Baby, look at me,” he commanded softly, his grip in your thighs tightening. You looked at him, his eyes full of love and lust. “Good girl, now look here,” he pointed at the mess of cum on his abdomen. “Look at what you did.”

“Sorry.” You said with feigned innocence, looking at him with puppy eyes.

“Don’t be sorry, my sweet angel.” He cooed in a patronizing tone, knowing you were putting on an act. “Just clean it up for me, yeah? Be good and clean up your mess.”

You nodded, sliding off his lap and onto your knees on the floor. You leaned in close to his tummy, his dick still hard even after his climax. He grabbed you by your hair, pulling you even closer, then, you started licking him clean, his happy trail tickling your tongue in the best way possible. You swallowed him, over and over again while he moaned softly. You slowly started to run your tongue over his cock, looking up at him with your sweet bedroom eyes. He gasped. He adored having someone suck him off after he's already come. It made him see stars, truly.

“Mmmm… you like this, sweetness? You enjoy cleaning me up after you made such a mess of me?” He cooed again, hands brushing through your hair.

You nodded the best you could while his dick was stuffing your mouth up. God, his sweet whimpers and words of encouragement. They really could kill you.

You swallowed him deeper, closing your eyes, trying your best not to gag. You ended up getting a little carried away, your nose pressed hard into his pubic bone, like a puzzle piece. There was a bulge in your throat. You decided to try something out and stroked it from the outside, looking to see if it did anything for him.

And God, did it do something. He let out a noise you thought was impossible. He was there, on the couch, legs spread, back arched as you were on your knees, sucking from the tap. He pulled your hair tighter- probably not intentionally so hard, but it's not like it didn't turn you on.

You kept at it, closing your eyes, drowning in those growls and whimpers. You'd think he was some sort of slut.

He gasped, and starting fucking into your throat, pretty eyes rolling back, legs shaking. After another few languid strokes, he came down your throat, basking in the way you enjoyed this, just as much as he did.

“Good girl, fuck.. your throat, fuck,. Jesus fucking Christ, angel… so tight, Mmm—!” He babbled mindlessly as you pleasured him. God, he adored you.

Adored you so much that he came down your throat. You choked on it a little, pulling back and clearing your throat. You smiled sweetly up at him, cum dripping down your chin, then kissed the tip of his cock, warranting another little burst of cum to shoot at your face.

“Such a messy eater…” He teased lovingly.

You were in the middle of a reply when he stuffed his cock into your mouth again, holding you there.

“Shhh, princess. Nobody's ever taught you to not speak with your mouth full?” There was a smile on his face. God, was he a vision… Cheeks flushed, hair the messiest you've seen it, hands shaking, stray drops of cum on his pale skin. You started to bob your head, but he stopped you.

“Two rounds of sucking me off in a row? I'm sure you get tired. So tired. How about I just do it for you… keep your mouth around me, and I'll take care of the rest. Is that okay with you, angel?”

You gave him those puppy eyes, humming happily as a way to say “yes”.

“Mmmhm? Okay, then..”

He started to fuck into you, a little bit sloppily, his hips bucking. He was feral, truly. He moved quickly, hyperventilating, a third orgasm threatening to happen at any time. He moved faster, fucking your mouth with a surprising amount of strength for a man that had already come twice.

But it became too much, and you had to pull away to take a breath, warranting a surprisingly bratty whimper for a man acting so dominant.

“Wha- Wha- FUCK,” He belted, shooting cum onto the floor, right onto your moleskin notebook, it wasn’t much, just what was left inside of him after the last two orgasms. Your hand was still wiping your chin, and your mouth fell open.

“Jesus, sorry, I didn't know-”

“I didn't either,” he said, irrationally upset. It took him a bit to calm down. He caught his breath as he leaned back on the couch. You got up and sat next to him, gazing up into his brimmed eyes.

“Andy, you know I wanted to swallow, I really did. I want it…”

He looked back down at you, gaze softening. He leaned to your level, grabbing your chin and opening your mouth, then, moved his head on top of yours and slowly let his spit flow from his lips and onto your tongue. You smiled, a little naughtily, and swallowed. God, that was hot.

“Mmmh.” You hummed.

“That's something to swallow, isn't it?”

He leaned in and kissed your tired lips tenderly, as you tangled into him, ending up a cuddling, naked mess on your—now, filthy couch.

He moved you to lay on his chest while he played idly with your hair, his nose buried in it as well, taking in your scent in the quiet evening. His other hand traced patterns on your back, his fingers dancing carefully over your skin, almost fearing you’d shatter like a porcelain doll just from his touch.

His lips pressed onto your forehead, giving you a soft, affectionate kiss that took your breath away for a second. You looked up at him from his chest, your eyes wide and adoring. “Hi,” he murmured softly, not really thinking about what he was saying.

“Hi,” you responded, making the two of you burst into a fit of giggles.

“This doesn’t feel real.” He whispered softly, still caressing you with all the love in the world.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“I never thought I’d actually get to hold you like this, to have been with you like we have.” He elaborated. “This was always more of a fantasy, I didn’t think it’d be real.”

“What, you thought I didn’t like you like that?” You asked, a bit incredulous.

“I knew you thought I was hot, I’m not stupid, I see how you look at me.” He sighed again, his arms tightening around you, his gaze avoiding yours. “But the… ehm, the extent of just how much you liked me was more than I thought it’d be.”

You smiled softly, your hand playing with his chest hair as you listened to him. His voice was like a melody in and of itself, every word he said a note in the symphony of your dreams.

“It’s just…” He continued, his tone even softer. “It’s like there’s steps to all this, you know? There’s finding someone attractive, then there’s wanting to- ehm, have sex with them, and then there’s just wanting to be with them, in every way possible…” He trailed off.

“Andy. What are you trying to say?” You asked, his eyes immediately focusing on yours the moment you finished your sentence.

“That I love you, angel, I have for a long time.” He finally confessed. You felt his heart speed up in his chest, he was so incredibly nervous.

“I love you, too.” You timidly whispered, then placed a quick, loving kiss on his chest. “You can calm down now, your heart is beating way too fast.” You added teasingly.

“Maybe a proper kiss will calm me down.” He teased back.

You moved carefully, crawling up to his eye level and kissing him deeply. He kissed back almost immediately, your mouths moving in tandem to make the perfect kiss. Andrew pulled back after a few seconds, his mind too crowded with thoughts to fully lose himself in you no matter how much he wanted to do just that.

“Let me take you out on a date, somewhere nice,” he caressed your cheek with his thumb. His voice little more than a lovesick whisper. “If not, at least let me call you mine.”

“Yes, to both.” You smiled, nuzzling your face into his hand.

“Good,” he kissed your forehead. “Sorry to change the topic like this, but I’m exhausted, wanna go to bed?”

You chuckled softly at the change of subject. “We haven’t even had dinner yet.” You argued lovingly.

“I had my fill with you already.”

“Then I guess we can go to bed, but I have to shower first.” You stood up from your cuddling position on the couch, watching Andrew follow suit not long after. “Maybe put a movie on my laptop and we can watch it afterwards?”

You looked up at him with begging eyes while holding his hand in yours, he smiled, he couldn’t say no to you, especially now.

“As you wish, princess.” He took your hand to his lips and kissed it playfully, a small giggle escaping you both. “Any movie in particular you desire to watch, your majesty?”

“Okay, cut it out,” you continued to giggle, “just choose one you like, yeah? I’m gonna shower.”

With that, you went to your bathroom to clean yourself up while Andrew went to your room and set everything up, including cleaning himself as best he could and fixing his messy, post-orgasmic appearance.

You came back from the shower after almost an hour, hair still wet, in comfy sweatpants and a tank top. You made your way to your room, waiting to see your angel. He sat there, in bed, scrolling on his phone, hair up in a messy bun. He looked nothing short of adorable— cleaned up nicely too.

Your laptop was next to him. It seems he'd already chosen a movie, Legally Blonde, for some reason. You sank next to him, leaning against his shoulder.

“You like chick flicks?” You asked, with a giggled cadence.

“Nothing short of modern masterpieces, they are.” He replied, starting the movie and letting your body adjust against him. You clicked, your arms the perfect length around his waist, your lips the perfect curve against his, your nose perfectly nesting into his pulse.

You fell asleep first. Fast asleep- not stirring in the slightest. He thought your slight snores and weird murmurs were adorable. He'd much rather fall asleep to those than any movie. He closed the laptop and set it on your bedside table, his long arms holding you tight into the late hours.

He ended up having the best sleep in a while— no thoughts of upcoming concerts or snobby dinners to torment him. You somehow made it all stop. In his busy world, you were his only constant. Something he wanted to hold close to and never let go.

——

Andrew adored your face. He saw it everywhere- the pure beauty of it. He saw your beauty in the Irish hillsides. He heard your voice in every old timey love song. Everywhere, everything, it was always you.

In the early morning, he found himself gazing at you again, a long finger tracing your cheek. He sighed contentedly, completely enamored with you. His limbs tangled further into yours. This went on for about half an hour— his sweet touches and comforting, soft kisses.

Your eyes fluttered open. Your first view of the day was Andrew cupping your cheeks, his head tilted. You smiled dorkily at him, your view still unfocused.

“Morning, sleepin’ beauty” He greeted in that soothing Irish lilt of his. You responded with a groan— giving him the opportunity to scoop you up in his arms, holding you to his chest. You giggled into the firm, warm body.

“Hey!” You grogged. He pulled you even further up, paving a path of smooches along your face, whispering sweet nothings.

“So pretty when you wake up, you know that? Sweet, sweet angel… and you're all mine…” he was getting lost in you, reciting all his best praise while you were barely away from the sandman.

It took a while for you to properly wake up. When the consciousness came, you returned his kisses sloppily, hand coming up to tangle in that messy brown hair.

The kisses got more desperate and messy as you went, desperate to taste each other, to catch up on everything you've missed. You grew a little dominant— even a little frustrated. You rolled him over, warranting a whimper, then pulled away, laying on your side next to him.

“You're so needy in the mornings.”

“Huh?” He whispered hoarsely, looking up at you with half lidded eyes.

“I said you're needy in the mornings. All kisses and sweet words…”

You got onto him, warranting a little ‘oomph’ to squeeze out. He quickly wrapped his arms around you, holding you steadily, groaning as your thigh brushed against him.

You put your thumb in his mouth, slowly grinding and watching as he sucked it at the same pace. The little pacifier kept him quiet, even when you were ruthlessly rutting into his growing hardness.

He looked up at you with shiny eyes before his head tilted to the side, giving you a full view of his beautiful, biteable neck.

You stop grinding for a second. You ached to keep staring into those lovely breaking eyes, “Andy, look up.”

He obediently gazed up at you through thick lashes, mouth biting your thumb a little. You kept going, watching as he tried not to lose his locked stare. His hand moved to your wrist, trying to pull to take your thumb out of his mouth, you shushed him in return, pushing it in a little deeper.

“Keep it in,” you ordered softly, starting to grind on his crotch once more. He listened, lightly biting your thumb to suppress his moans. “That’s it, good boy.” You added in a sultry whisper.

Andrew’s eyes shot open, you felt his dick harden almost immediately, the size poking at you through the layers of clothing. He pulled your thumb out of his mouth, his eyes dark with lust. His hands moved to your waist and threw you onto the bed, making you whimper.

You looked up at him as he moved on top of you, caging you into the mattress with his long arms. He grabbed your wrists and held them above your head with just one hand, then pushed his knee between your legs, smiling devilishly at you.

“Grind.” He ordered, his voice stern yet undeniably full of love for you. His thumb found your clit, tracing obnoxiously slow circles over it.

You obediently rubbed against his knee, the dual stimulation of his finger and your actions making your back mold into an arch. You struggled playfully against his grip, moaning softly as your hips moved.

You kept grinding, eventually losing yourself and collapsing onto him. “Awww, that's not all you have in you, is it, baby?” He teased, his grin widening.

“C’mere, let me treat you.” He spoke in a lowered octave, gently nudging you over, as if asking for permission to take you.

You let him guide you over, your eyes hungry, legs wrapping around his waist. He firmly kissed down the side of your face, sinking down to your clavicle, and getting to work, sucking at it for a good few minutes- summoning giggles that quickly turned to moans of pure desperation. When he finally pulled away, what was left of all the sucking and biting was a reddish purple mark that he blew on, the air sending a shiver down your spine.

“Was that okay, darling? I’m sure you have some turtlenecks you can wear for a couple days if you need them.” He continued to kiss down your body, his voice even more rough. “Though I’d rather you didn’t, the idea of you going out with my mark on display is so fucking hot.”

“I work at a library, I can’t just have hickeys on displa— FUCK!” Andrew sucked on your chest, intending to leave another mark while his hand had traveled down to your core again, only to insert two fingers inside you this time, thrusting away any words left in you.

He smiled as he pulled away again, blowing softly on the second mark he’d left, his eyes already scanning your body in search of a spot for the third and fourth ones, all while never stopping his fingers inside you.

His mouth found your tummy just as his thumb found your clit, you moaned loudly, trying to thrust into his fingers but getting stopped by the rest of him on his quest to mark you fully. Not like you’d complain though, you’d be lying if you said the thought of being marked by him all over didn’t turn you on.

The pattern repeated as he went lower, marking your abdomen a few more times while his fingers worked on you, getting you closer to your climax. He sucked on your inner thigh, leaving his last mark on you before replacing his thumb on your clit with his mouth, sucking on it while he fingered you still. You screamed from pleasure, your hands gripping the bed sheets as you felt your orgasm washing down on you in intense waves of ecstasy. He didn’t stop until your legs were shaking and your moans turned into whines, he slowly pulled his fingers out of you, almost making out with your clit before sitting back on his heels.

He put his soaked fingers up to your mouth, you welcomed them, sucking off your essence and making Andrew smile. He took one of your legs and put your ankle over his shoulder, straddling your other one in a way that made his cock perfectly align with your entrance. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, trailing them down in a path that connected all your hickeys and continued down your belly, pressing down on the weak spot right under your belly button.

You giggled, batting your lashes up at him. Truly, you wanted him to fuck you until your guts split, and the best way to get that would be to put on the innocent act— one that you had quickly learned was his favourite. Even if he knew it was little more than that.

He rubbed the tip of his cock over your soaked folds, watching as you tried to keep the little act up. And it was hard, when he was there, with his chest hair and stupid smirking pretty face. When his hair was in a side part, tossing every time he made a sudden move.

He pinned you down with his lean arms. He squeezed into you, feeling your pussy envelope him, squeezing around his cock in just the right way. He didn’t take the time to ease you in, quickly building the pace up, gritting his teeth. He fucked the woman he loved the most in the most feral way possible.

You loved this side of him, your body instinctively moving your legs to where he perfectly hit your g-spot with each needy thrust. You abruptly came after a few of these- making that your second orgasm.

But he kept going, and you kept laying there and looking so utterly fuckable. Legs spread, tits bouncing, eyes rolling back every time he hit your sweet spot.

“God, you're such a pretty thing. Wish I could just stay inside you all day, keeping me warm…”

He kept going. At this point, your eyes couldn't even keep open. Your nails dug into his back as he leaned closer to you, little half-crescents engraving into his pale skin. He was close to you now, chest sweat dripping onto your face. You could feel his hot breath and hear his beautiful moans, and feel the spit dripping out of his growling mouth.

You yelped as a strange sensation took you, snapping him out of it. You whined and wrapped your leg, that had now fallen off his shoulder, around his hips, practically begging for him to continue his thrusts. You didn't even notice at first— it was him who pulled out. He felt your squirt soak his dick, biting his lip, slapping his dick lightly to try and drain you as you squirted all over him.

“Jesus… You just do that, love?” He whispered lowly, dripping in shock— still incredibly turned on.

“No! I… I didn’t know I could…” You said softly, still trying to catch your breath.

He laughed and leaned in, kissing your cheek, “Well, I'm glad to be the one to help you find out, Mmm?”

He was silent for a few beats, then placed his hand tenderly on your cheek, “Are you okay? Can I keep going?”

“Please put it back in…” You begged.

He smiled. “As you wish, my love.”

He did exactly that, pushing back into you, getting lost in your body once more. Sweet moans escaping him as he chased his own release.

He felt his balls growing tighter, moaning in almost your key, his hot seed bursting into you. He gave you a big dorky smile, still slowly fucking in and out as his cock started to soften.

Andrew leaned in and kissed your face all over, still buried inside you, feeling your warmth around him, and, slowly, coming back to earth from the heaven that you’d taken him to. Your arms enveloped him lovingly, he melted in your gentle touch, his heart swelling with love for you. His eyes widened in a split second, realisation setting in.

“Shit, baby, I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t- christ.” He mumbled apologetically, caressing your face, “I’ll make it up to you, I swear, I didn’t mean to, angel.”

You looked at him, slightly confused as to why he was apologising so much.

“What are you talking about?” You asked, slowly getting your strength back.

“I didn’t put a condom on, I’m sorry, I completely forgot, I’ll go to the store and get you the pill.” He apologised again, his voice threatening to break from the nerves.

“Andy, hey, calm down,” you smiled, caressing his face with one of your hands. “It’s fine, I’m on birth control, stop worrying.”

He breathed a sigh of relief, smiling at you with loving eyes. “Thank God,” he chuckled, kissing your lips for a split second, “still, I’m sorry, I should’ve put one on anyway when I didn’t know if you were on birth control or not.”

“It’s fine, I don’t mind.”

He kissed you again, deeper this time, taking the moment to finally pull out of you, swallowing your soft whines as he did. His cum flowed out of you, the sight of it making Andrew smile darkly. He went to your bathroom and came back with a washcloth, gently cleaning you up.

“The bed’s wet, love, want me to carry you to mine?” He asked, caressing your cheek with all the tenderness in the world.

You nodded in response, then felt his arms wrap around you and carry you to the guest bedroom he’d been staying in. He laid you on the mattress, you yawned, your legs exhausted. You had to admit, you always got so sleepy after sex. Your exes hated it— but Andrew found it so endearing. He gently tucked you in, kissing your sweat-slick forehead.

“You’re so beautiful, angel. Be a good girl and get some good rest for me. You deserve it.” You reached for him with grabby hands as he threw boxers and a big knit sweater on. He smiled at the sight. “I’ll be back, okay? I just have… something to do. Go to sleep for me. Please, angel.”

So, you— being the sweet, obedient angel that you were, fell asleep after just a few seconds. He got up and washed his messy hands, then got to work on your breakfast. He decided on pancakes. Which he was able to make into somewhat perfect hearts.

He put the pancakes, along with fresh berries, on a platter and brought them in after an hour and a half or so.

He placed them on the bedside table, then gently shook you awake.

“Wake up, love, I made breakfast.” He greeted, like he wasn't deep inside you two hours ago.

You looked up at him with a hazy stare, “You can cook?” You mumbled, looking at the plate.

“Of course I can cook. What other way could I have charmed girls?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, sitting up and placing the heated platter on your lap, “No idea.”

He sat next to you, snacking on some of your berries, watching as you ate. He was possibly the biggest loverboy in the world, obsessed with everything you did.

“What?” You ask, noticing his constant puppylike stare

“I don't want to go back to my house. I want to be like this. For as long as you'll have me.”

God, was he an angel. He really thought you'd grow tired of him?

“Then I think you'll be living in this shitty apartment forever, Andrew.”

“Forever?”

“Or until it finally falls apart and the building collapses on our heads, whatever happens first.” You giggled.

“In that case we could move to mine, then.” He suggested, smiling lovingly. “After the bug problem gets fixed, that is.”

“Be nice to the bugs, technically they’re the ones that brought us together.” You teased, kissing him gently.

“I’ll tell the exterminator to be gentle when killing them.” He teased back, returning the kiss passionately.

#hozier fanfiction #hozier fic #hozier #hozier smut #hozier x reader #mornfic #andrew hozier byrne #hozier rpf

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solarmorrigan · 10 months ago

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💙 for the prompt game?

Hello! Thank you for the prompt! I'm sorry it took a bit to get to, but if you're still around I hope you get to see this!

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy

Prompt from this post

CW: alcohol use

Steve is, Eddie has learned, an impressionable drunk.

This means that in his days of house parties and post-sportsball revels and bonfires out by the lake, or whatever else it is that the popular kids had done, when he was surrounded by drunk teenage shitheads, he also tended to act like a drunk teenage shithead. It had reportedly been pretty damn easy to talk him into following through with dumb dares, and everyone at those parties had lived for the moment someone would hear Harrington say, “Hold my beer.”

Now, though, when he only tends to drink around good friends, around safe people he can trust, where the atmosphere is mellow and soft–

“Oof.” A breath of air rushes out of Eddie as Steve tosses himself into his lap without warning, nearly toppling Eddie’s own drink as he cuddles up against his chest and presses a soft kiss into the crook of his neck.

–now, he mostly just acts like an overlarge, deeply affectionate housecat.

“Hey,” Steve says, laying another quick kiss at the side of Eddie’s neck before pulling back to smile at him, cheeks flushed and eyes bright enough to suggest he’s just a bit past tipsy now. “I have something to tell you.”

“Was it possibly a warning about how you were about to try to crush me to death?” Eddie asks drily, setting his drink on the end table by the couch, where it will be safer.

Steve frowns for a moment, as if he’s really thinking about it. “No,” he decides. “But it’s important.”

“Is it?” Eddie asks, not even bothering to keep the smile off his own face.

“Yeah.” Steve nods. He sits up as fully as he can while still draped sideways across Eddie’s lap, then crooks his finger at Eddie in a silly little come-hither gesture. “C’mere.”

Obligingly, Eddie leans in.

Steve shakes his head. “Closer.”

Eddie leans so close that there’s barely a handful of inches between their faces.

“Liiiittle closer,” Steve murmurs, hooking his finger in the collar of Eddie’s t-shirt and tugging.

Eddie is close enough now that he can feel the puff of Steve’s breath against his face, but before he can ask just what’s so secret that Steve has to tell him at this distance, Steve cups his free hand under Eddie’s jaw and pulls him in, kissing him soft and full on the lips.

“Hi,” Steve says, pulling away after a few moments, just far enough that Eddie can see his ridiculous, smitten smile.

Eddie knows he’s probably mirroring it.

“Hi,” he says. “Was that what you wanted to tell me?”

“No.” Steve shakes his head again, and leans forward to give Eddie another kiss. “I love you,” he says, this time with his lips still brushing Eddie’s. “That’s what I wanted to tell you.”

Eddie can’t help it. He laughs, bright and clear, before curling an arm around Steve’s waist and pulling him in more tightly, offering him a kiss of his own. “Love you, too, sweetheart.”

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #eddiesteve #still on my Steve Harrington Is A Cat Boyfriend agenda #sits in Eddie's lap and demands his immediate attention #anonymous #solar wrote #answers from solar #cw alcohol

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sprite-writes-fanfic · 11 months ago

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hey so how do you think 2003 boys would deal with being the one asked out by their crush, full confidence, but not overdoing it and mellow. Very I know you like me, i knew you were never gonna ask me out though(cuz the boys worry about their own appearance being scary. Crush thinks they’re very handsome despite the doubt), so I figured One of us had too? Also lets them know they can still be friends if it’s a possible no (they highly doubt it though they’re just being considerate to their favourite of the brothers)?

Can do! 🫡

Asking THEM Out

🐢💙❤️2003 TMNT x Reader💜🧡🐢

Word Count: 560

CW: Gender neutral reader, referred to as ‘you’, you ask out the turtles, fluff!

🐢💙Leonardo💙🐢

💙 The casual asking him out throws him through a god damn loop. Leo is just overall shocked honestly, doesn’t expect for you to be like, “Hey, wanna go on a date?” You let him know he can say no of course and that there’s no hard feelings, but he quickly shut that down and said he wanted to go on this date.

💙 Secretly thrilled though, like dude is so happy. In all honesty, I feel like it would take Leo so long to ACTUALLY confess, like you’d guys be in your thirties or something and he finally says something about his feelings, so you making the first moves, that helps a lot.

💙 Asks you if you’re sure first, because you know the whole mutant thing, and how it would be a little hard on the dating life, I mean the dangers and people never knowing who your boyfriend was could weigh down on you, but you waving off those concerns with that smile makes him feel a little better about it all.

🐢❤️Raphael❤️🐢

Raph is lowkey surprised by this, seems like somebody has bigger balls between the two, and it was you. Chuckles at first and is like, “You serious?” And wouldn’t even let you try and back out of it with the ‘you don’t have to if you don’t want to’ bs.

A little more surprised when you confirm that you’re indeed serious about this. Now has that huge smirk resting on his face and he’s leaning in close, “Well why don’t we go out right now?”

Overall, he took it very well and was very happy with the result. Probably makes out with you at the end of the date too not gonna lie, I mean, he’s been waiting for this long. He’s the second chillest out of the brothers, (Mikey is number one).

🐢💜Donatello💜🐢

💜 Works out well for Donnie if anything, he’ll push off confessing because of his worries of ruining the already great relationship the two of you already have.

💜 You see him visibly relax when you ask him out, like a weight is lifted off his shoulders immediately. He listens to everything before giving an answer. Absolutely says yes and lets you pick out the date you wanna go on. Doesn’t care where you guys go, as long as it’s a fun date for both of you.

💜 By the end of it, you guys are holding hands while watching a movie together to finish the date night off. Actually asks you to spend the night (rather shyly), and you guys cuddle in bed for the rest of the night.

🐢🧡Michelangelo🧡🐢

🧡 Mikey’s so chill with it, compared to most of his brother's reactions. Yeah he’s surprised, don’t think he isn’t, I mean when you literally asked, he made the ‘o’ face, before smiling widely. With how he’s reacting you don’t even have to backtrack in case things went wrong, you knew he was all for it.

🧡 Asks it’s a joke first before celebrating and bragging to his brothers and father. Literally everyone will know, and no, telling him ‘no’ is not an option, he has bragging rights now, and he’s gonna abuse the shit out of those bragging rights.

🧡 Probably the most chaotic couple though, you guys can range from very chill to pranking the brothers together within seconds. Everyone’s happy for Mikey, but… They didn’t expect double trouble.

#sprite writes #fanfic #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2003 x reader #tmnt 2k3 #tmnt 2003 #tmnt #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #2003 leo #2003 raph #2003 donnie #2003 mikey #tmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt raphael x reader #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt michelangelo x reader

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thewandererh · 8 months ago

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‼️⚠️TW // medical imagry (IV, slight depiction of veins), noose imagry, a poorly drawn realistic heart organ, intense eye contact, and a set of fellows who are in anguish

@calamarispider💥💥

recently rewatched a playthrough of little nightmares 1 and 2, and drew calamari’s folks with said videos as background noise :]! was trying out different styles of brushes and things on ibispaintX, and had quite a bit of fun doing so. i’ve been easing into doing stress relief art and this was a good example of that?

hope you enjoy yet another bout of fanart calamari haha 🐥 (<- looks up at you like this)

💙 - [gouche brushes, some watercolor] was playing around with the various palettes he was given in arts of him by calamarispider, and sort or blended them all together. I love how blurry mind looks, almost as if you’re passing out while viewing the image. fits with the medical vibe! he looks like he’s skulking away in shame or fear or something. i think i made him look weak because i’m a mind enthusiast. damn. the dark background makes it feel gloomy and mellow, but also scary?

❤️ - {marker primarily, little watercolor} i know he’s like 🧍 but his presence alone can be intimidating, that stare could drive away anyone and he *knows* it. played around a lot with layers and lasso stuff here, and leaned more into a sketchy style almost as if he’s barely there. i love the background in particular because it’s grey and not red, giving him a loss of and a heightening of individuality. doing the hair was fun XD. i specifically remember the fella i was watching play little nightmares 2 at this point getting frustrated with the teacher. silly memory

💜 - (watercolor, pencil pens) this one bounces around styles a lot, and it almost makes him seem more real? i was frustrated with it at first, but i love how some parts of him are more complex and sharp than others. mixed two art references of heart calamarispider had drawn, giving him a sketchy little eye and a more unseen bleeding eye under the blindfold. it looks cool i think :]. this was a big experimentation piece that i look back fondly on :D! I love them all but this especially. I love heart’s almost ‘angel of death�� wing cloak things haha

off i go 🏃💨

OH MAN i forgor minds crown. its ok he left it in the oven(??????)

#chonny jash #cj heart #cj mind #cj soul #chonny’s charming chaos compendium #calamarispiderart jashies #jashlings #chonny jash hms designs #heart mind soul #ibispaintx #lineless art #pokes hearts hair #pats soul on the back #swaddles mind in a blanket #digitaldepictions #wordwondering

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stepswordsen · 11 months ago

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【大海原 AU：暗黒星の冠】イダ竜

【WATGBS AU: COTDS】 IdaTatsu

Idate and Tatsumiya 🖤🤍❤️💙

WATGBS AU: COTDS

WATGBS AU: COTDS is an Idate and IdaTatsu centric AU between me and my friends 💞 COTDS stands for Crown of the Dark Stars 👑💫 Its other name is Ankokusei no Kanmuri.

I just wanted to post some rough sketches/WIPs of my magical oarfish wife, and my homicidal oreo, my cat cot son 🤗 Magical oarfish MILF x Buff chaotic demon DILF.

I'm planning to give Tatsumiya matching Star and Moon earrings to match with Idate's Black Sun and Star ones...

Read more under the cut if you're interested in our IdaTatsu AU!

Our WATGBS AU is named Crown of the Dark Stars (暗黒星の冠, Ankokusei no Kanmuri) 💫👑 It's an AU with its own story, separate from the original WATGBS.

WATGBS AU: COTDS is an Idate and IdaTatsu centric AU between me and my friends 💞 COTDS stands for Crown of the Dark Stars 👑💫 Its other name is Ankokusei no Kanmuri.

WATGBS AU: COTDS, which stands for Crown of the Dark Stars, or Ankokusei no Kanmuri, is an Idate centric and IdaTatsu AU between me and my friends that's a complete revamp and rewrite of WATGBS.

WATGBS AU: COTDS is an AU between me and my friends! We all contribute to it whenever we have time to draw and write for it 😌🙏

Summary of WATGBS AU: COTDS would literally just be: (Yoinks characters and the settings, makes an original story)

It's just us writing our own stories and exploring our ideas with the characters, mainly focused on him and his dynamics with other charas. We made up our own lore and revamped the characters' writing and designs. It's just us playing with our revamped and rewritten blorbo OCs in our sandbox 💞

WATGBS AU: COTDS is centered around Idate, a chaotic evil demon orca man who originally wanted to unleash the apocalypse, but became too mellow after meeting Tatsumiya.

It's an Idate centric AU that heavily focuses on IdaTatsu (Idate/Tatsumiya), and the platonic familial dynamic between the orca brothers, Idate and his older twin brother, Takama. And it has a heavier emphasis on fantasy elements. And we have our own OCs we created for it too, like our IdaTatsu fankids 🤭

Idate: The Star Eater and Grand Demon

Idate (伊達 (イダテ)) is the evil protagonist of WATGBS AU: COTDS 🖤🤍💙 He is Tatsumiya's husband and Takama's younger twin brother.

Idate is the "Star Eater" and Lord of the Underworld. Idate drinks peoples' blood and eats their souls as nourishment. He and his older twin brothers are Demons. They're secretly Grand Demons (大魔王, Dai Maou), who have much more powerful magic than other Demons. They originally lived in Iceberg Isle, but Idate ends up convincing Takama to move to the Blue Sea Kingdom with him so he can live with Tatsumiya.

He's a chaotic evil demon orca and the evil protag of our AU, which makes him very fun for me to write! 🐬💞 I love writing for IdaTatsu and the others, and coming up with and adding onto each everyones' ideas whenever we discuss.

He's extremely chaotic and the world's most insufferable wifeguy /endearing that falls devastatingly in love with and eventually gets married to Tatsumiya. They feel drawn to each other, someone who's the complete opposite of the other, someone who represents what the other has never known, and tries to figure each other out.

Idate's character theme is "Void" 🖤

Idate eating and stealing souls also plays up to his whole void theme.

He's the Lord of Space and the Underworld, whose void world that contains the dead souls of all the people he ate for power.

Idate's powers represent the concept of "Void."

Idate can access a different dimension (the void between worlds), to create darkness and call it from within himself. Infinite darkness. An infinite void. Idate can create and access voids, and can call upon and manipulate darkness.

Idate's leitmotif is the Black Sun. His void is a black hole.

Idate can make makeshift weapons from dark energy. It's a black demon aura that can be controlled at will and slash into things.

Stardust is the source of all magic in the sea in our AU. Idate can make makeshift weapons from dark energy (black stardust).

Tatsumiya: The Dragon Flower and Grand Sorcerer of the Blue Sea

Tatsumiya (竜宮) is the Grand Sorcerer of the Blue Sea Kingdom 🤍❤️ She's the Lord of Creation, and Idate's wife. And also my wifey wife wife <3 🥰😘 She's a magical oarfish that serves the Blue Sea Kingdom's Princess, Lucinda, our Blue Sea Princess (BSP) OC. Her specialties are healing and star magic. 🌠

She's known as the Dragon Flower (龍花, Ryuuka) because her reputation with the sword spread across the Blue Sea. She has soul restoration and soothing properties with her powers to calm souls.

Tatsumiya is the Messenger/Aide to the Blue Sea Kingdom's Princess 💞 Her title is Grand Sorcerer (大魔導士, Dai-Madoushi). In our WATGBS AU, she took on the role after Meikai's disappearance.

Tatsumiya's leitmotif is the Moon.

As the complete opposite of Idate, her main powers are controlling flowing water, star magic (creation magic), and healing. Her royal duties as the Blue Sea's Messenger, are similar to a shrine maiden's.

Tatsumiya is so wifey to me 🤭

In WATGBS AU: COTDS, she is Idate's wife!

IdaTatsu: The Two Messengers, the Sun and the Moon

Tatsumiya is the Blue Sea Kingdom's Grand Sorcerer. Idate is one of the Grand Demons that came from elsewhere. The two Messengers of their opposing Gods.

Idate and Tatsumiya are opposites in terms of their powers, personalities, and roles. Both Idate and Tatsu are Messengers of their opposing "Gods" and queens. Our own OCs, Algol and Lucinda, are the Red Sea Princess (BSP) and Blue Sea Princess (BSP) respectively.

Tatsumiya, one of the brightest stars in the sea, and Idate the Star Eater 💞

WATGBS AU: COTDS' headcanon versions of the characters' designs

In our WATGBS AU's revamped versions of the charas (our headcanon designs), Idate is buff and has scars.

He wears blue eyeliner, and black sun and star earrings to match with Tatsumiya's red eyeliner and star and moon earrings 🌠☀️🌕

(I'll add Tatsu's earrings in the future!)

Idate wears blue eyeliner, which is the same as Tatsumiya's favourite colour, ultramarine blue (群青色, gunjyou iro) 💙

At first this was coincidental, I added it to his design cuz I thought he looked nice with eyeliner and so it'd have great visual contrast with Tatsu's design, but then I found out that Tatsu's favourite colour was ultramarine blue. So the colour I chose for Idate's eyeliner coincidentally, ended up being the same as Tatsu's fave colour…

Unintentional big brain play from me 😌

I want to give them matching couple eyeliner and earrings! Idate wears black sun and star earrings, and Tatsu wears moon and star ones ☀️🌙🌠

Ofc these are still WIPs, so I'm planning to add them eventually.

IdaTatsu are the Sun/Moon, Yin/Yang, Light/Darkness themed couple in our AU <3 The Black Sun and the Moon ☀️🖤🌙

IdaTatsu's leitmotifs have a lot of narrative significance in COTDS, which ties back to our AU's central themes 🙏 I've given a lot of focus to their relationship ☺️

Name Meanings

Idate (伊達) 伊達 = Meaning “elegance; gallantry; sophistication; showy; having style”, or “putting on airs; showing off”

I chose the kanji reading Idate (伊達) cuz both meanings fit him very well! 🖤🤗

Idate (伊達) is my headcanon kanji reading of Idate's name. Since I wanted to pick a reading with a fitting name meaning for him!

My son. My homicidal oreo… 🐬 Oreorcat

I'll eventually turn these WIPs into concept art reference sheets! Though I might format them differently.

Tatsumiya (竜宮) 竜宮 = Meaning “Dragon Palace”

It's an alternate reading of Ryuuguu 🐉🏯 The Undersea Dragon Palace from the story of Urashima Tarou in Japanese folklore.

It comes from 竜宮の��い (Ryuuguu no tsukai), a giant deep-sea oarfish, known as "The Messenger/Envoy of the Undersea God's Palace" which is exactly what Tatsumiya represents as a character!

I chose kanji readings of Idate and his older twin brother Takama's names, as well for our other OCs in WATGBS AU: COTDS, like our IdaTatsu fankids. I'm excited to show them in the future 🤗💞

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your-bigender-big-brother · 11 days ago

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I spent a lot of time viewing my two genders as two entirely separate entities. I often forget how one influences the other and that just because I'm bigender doesn't mean I have to split my identity down the middle. There's a lot of overlap and with my trans identity being overall maverine in nature, that affects the gender quality of both my genders and sort of ties them together in a neat little package. I'm not separately a man and separately neutrois. I don't experience these two genders one at a time. They both happen at once and sometimes I lean a little more one way, and sometimes I lean a little more the other way.

I used to see myself as a man with a "queer side" to my gender, which was neutrois. That was the gender I called abinary, other, maverine-in-nature, neutral, soft, etc. But I'm realizing now that both of my genders are all of those things and they can only exist together, because they are intrinsically tied together.

Your multigender experience doesn't have to be split up into separate categories. All of it can exist at once with a lot of blurring and overlapping. You can change fluidly between many genders or feel like they're all happening at the same time. You can feel "spikes" in genderedness or feel like it all is sort of mellowed out. It's all part of the experience.

- Your Bigender Big Brother 💙💚

#bbb.txt #your bigender big brother

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valintinas · 4 months ago

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Madelina Marie

Some solo photos of Mellow because she's so photogenic 💙

Fall CC Links Below:

Mellows Outfit: Dress, shoes

Pumpkin Patch: Pumpkin Patch by @starrysimsie

Pose: My Autmnal Heart by Mel Bennett

I have my Halloween photos sitting in my drafts rn just waiting for it to be closer to Halloween 🎃

My Youtube (This family is going to have a let’s play series)

My Instagram <3

My Patreon 💙

My TikTok 🎵

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timeclipsed · 1 month ago

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4 socially maladjusted orphans go to a mall, what happens next will shock you

Word count: 5649 Google Docs mirror: here! Summary: Literally what the title says. Strive and Nikki try to be good older siblings to their asshole little brother Tails Chronos who's trying to be a good older sibling to his asshole little brother Kit. Crack taken seriously. Crude humor, Kit with abandonment issues, cheesy cringe. Wonky perspective, it jumps to the inner thoughts and feelings of each character at some point.

ft. @hiswrlds, @sorrowfulsidekick and @vandalizedheart. Merry Christmas.💙 Notes: Characters may be OOC, I don't have a completely accurate grapple on Strive, Nikki or Kit yet, but I tried to ask as many questions as I could to get a good study.

Sorry if it's not that good. I worked on it for about 3 weeks because I really wanted it to be decent. I hope this is something! Or maybe it's just nothingburger... but I had fun writing it.

There are some vague allusions to each character being traumatized and having emotional issues, so you don't have to read it if you aren't comfortable with that!

Swinging open callously enough to threaten spiderwebs onto its adjacent window, illuminating those in the nearby vicinity to wafting pomades and clacking gears from within, the shop’s front door reveals the third member of the afternoon’s impromptu party. Grumbling about something or other, straightening out the creases in his ratty pilot’s jacket. Inky circles that line clear sky eyes accentuate the proverbial “I really wish I weren’t here right now!” button that might as well be slapped onto the antecedent lapel as they turn to face their company.

“Hi,” insipid as ever, Chronos only gives the simplest of greetings.

Wholly unfazed by his lack of joie de vivre, however, Nikki hops to her feet from the curbside she and the accompanying Strive had been lazing on while in wait, speeding over to wrap an arm around his neck and pull him into a mirthful headlock, delivering a well-overdue ruffle of the hair since their last meet.

“Heyyyy, lil’ bro!” Oozing a moxie obverse from the other, a grin spread wide across her face, she holds nothing back in greeting him with the warmest arms possible. Cracking the tiniest of smiles, Chronos (surprisingly) allows the display, although it goes unreciprocated.

“Brought a friend,” she adds coyly as they separate, pointing over her shoulder with a thumb, “hope you don't mind?”

Quiet for the majority of the greetings, Strive makes his way up behind Nikki. “Hey, buddy.”

“Oh,” creasing brows seem to annotate a train of thought towards the last-minute addition, but only briefly, as he shrugs his shoulders. “He's around here all the time as it is, I'm more surprised he actually got invited instead of crashing things.”

Scoff. “Hey, c'mon! What's that supposed to mean?”

“Three days ago I woke up in the middle of the night to you in my kitchen eating our cereal directly from the box. With your hands.”

Mouth hanging open, creasing into a wide smile, Nikki roars with laughter of which only gets deeper as she notes the way Strive's ears twitch and his face tinges with the slightest hint of a rosy hue.

“Can we go?” Hastily speaking over his mirror's uncontrollable guffaws, he tries to change the topic as fast as it had been laid out.

“Just a minute,” waving a hand, aloof as ever whilst laughter dies down, Chronos goes to light up a cigarette, “we're waiting on one more person.”

Noting the way they ogle him at the statement, he folds a rising brow, taking a long drag. “What, you can invite someone without asking me but I can't do the same?”

“Touché.”

Mimicking its oscillation from minutes before, albeit much more mellow, the door opens again, and seeing the individual who emerges, Strive sucks in a breath through clenched teeth. Shorter in height than the initial triage by a notable amount, cerulean fur standing out against the achromatic surroundings, tiny hands grasp at the xanthos backpack strapped around his shoulders. Immediately rushing towards Chronos, a wobbly, pencil-thin smile on his lips.

“Ready to go…!” He utters, intonation barely above a whisper.

Allowing a smile, completely genuine, to take over his consistently phlegmatic expression as he tosses his cigarette, Chronos crouches down and ruffles his hair. Compassion he's decidedly rarely capable of. Turning to look at Nikki and Strive as he keeps a hand placed on the other’s head, he stands up.

“I’ve told you guys about Kit, right?”

Noticing the additive of bodies, especially their appearances, Kit clings to Chronos' leg tightly, half-hiding behind him with a deep scowl lining his face, practically burning through their skulls with the sheer amount of disdain alone.

Clearing his throat, glancing away to allow his eyes to be anywhere but on the broiling glower willing him to drop dead, Strive lets his shoulders shrug up a bit. “...We’ve met.”

“Dunno him,” coolly swaggering up to the little fennec, crouching with hands on her knees, Nikki looks him over with a red-lipped smile. “You got yourself a little sidekick of your own, huh? I guess that checks out.”

Closeness prompting Kit to retreat further behind Chronos, he clasps on tighter, fuscous fuchsias unrelenting. “Do they have to come?”

Realization hitting him like a ton of bricks, he makes the palm of his hand the home of his face, groaning into it. “Right… you have a thing with Sonics too.”

Turning to face the boy, knelt on a single leg to get to eye level, he clasps one of his in both of his own larger ones. “If this isn’t something you wanna do, I won’t force you, lil’ buddy. I’m gonna go on ahead, but you can hang out, and I’ll be back.”

Relinquishing the grip slowly, wide-eyed dread blooms over Kit’s expression as he watches. Watches Chronos start to stand, watches him prepare to turn away, to disappear with Strive and Nikki, to leave him behind.

Two-handedly clutching onto Chronos' wrist, he squeezes tight.

“No!”

Jolted by the usually meek voice raising into a desperate cry underlying the spiraling attachment festering within the boy, Chronos looks down at him with open-mouth consternation, brows knitting together. Casting a wayward glance back to Strive and Nikki, who stare back somewhat awkwardly and with concern, he clears his throat and gives something of a vague smile, attempting to lasso in the precarious situation.

“O-Okay,” nodding his head slowly, he offers a pitch with benefits to sell the idea, “how about we all go, and then you and I can go solo for a bit? We can grab lunch, and then— you can pick whatever store you wanna go into and I'll come with? Just the two of us?”

Contemplating, grasp still not loosening, Kit looks down at the ground. “...W-Where are we going?”

“Ever been to a mall before?”

“Mm-mm,” the smaller fox shakes his head, which Chronos takes as a cue to scoop him up, holding him to his chest as he starts to stride off.

“You'll love it, lil’ bro! The variety this one has is crazy— tons of different kinds of stores, I can't even name ‘em. And when you walk in there's this huge fountain—”

“A water fountain?”

“You know it! Thing shoots up like 10 feet in the air or somethin’, and it's got all these levels…”

Rounding the corner, with Chronos raving over the experience to entice Kit, Strive and Nikki follow side-by-side, abaft to the pair. Fists latent within denim pockets, she observes the two with smiling eyes, a certain warmth pooling in her chest that travels down to her tummy. Induced by a kind of wistfulness at the display of siblinghood, she fights back a few forming tears.

“He's different,” she notes in a hushed voice, “around the kid. Kit.”

Strive nods, “kinda like…”

“Us?”

“Mh.”

Hardships and painful traumatic memories aside, the last few months had allowed Chronos the necessary room to grow, to open his heart a little. Surly and unapproachable as he'd been initially, recently the faintest of sunlight had moved in, finding ample reason to spread its golden rays to make something good out of the seemingly eternal rainstorm that raged.

Hopefully, a rainbow could bloom one day, even if its array of iridescence was only tangentially visible.

Still, the mystique of the specific events that led him down such a dark and lonely path are mostly unknown. Perhaps he'd be ready to tell them a ways down the road.

Peregrinating the vestigial trek to the mall is done mostly in comfortable silence, aside from Chronos hyping up the trip to Kit. Glass doors, illustrious under the winter sun, automatically slide open to greet the group, the sounds of vivacious clientele and their footsteps from all around filling their ears. Piqued immediately by the display of spritzing aqua, Kit tugs on Chronos' hand, pointing towards it.

“Chronos! There’s the fountain!”

Chuckling, he uses his free hand to ruffle the top of Kit’s head. “Wanna go see it, lil’ buddy?”

Ardently nodding, looking up at his surrogate brother, Kit allows himself to be led towards the watery apparatus. Obviously, Strive and Nikki keep their distance, although the sight ameliorates the experience all the more regardless.

“We should go into the back of Spencer's,” abruptly, Nikki suggests, piping up as she turns to stare at Strive, whose brows crease in confusion.

“Why? What's in the back of Spencer's?”

Simpering silently instead of offering an explanation, it takes every ounce of self-control to keep her expression for the bit as his own face contorts into something uneasy and awkward.

“Miss me with that shit,” he murmurs, shaking his head. Wheezing, she slouches forward a bit, hanging her head.

“No, no! Listen,” she starts, hands in front of her, “listen. I can't tell you, but—”

“Why not?!”

“S-Stop—” Increasingly growing more tickled by his reaction, Nikki slaps a hand over her mouth, “I'm trying to say you just gotta experience it blind!”

“What are you guys bitching about over here?” Making his reapproach just then, Chronos joins the pair. Behind him with a slight, and previously unforeseen bounce in his step, Kit also frolicks up. Seemingly reasonably content, clasping onto his big brother's hand, he allows his eyes to roam the surrounding areas.

“The back wall of Spencer's.”

Chronos snorts.

“I don't get it!” Strive cries. “What's the joke?!”

“You've never been in a Spencer's before?” Smirking amusedly at Strive's belligerent confusion, Chronos rests a hand on Kit’s head. The sight is too funny, but he'd rather not explain it to his little brother.

“No?!”

“We gotta show him,” Nikki states, “he has to know the lore.”

“What lore?! Just tell me already!”

“Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy,” Chronos answers, somewhat ominously, as he turns tail to start off further into the mall. Toddling after like a duckling, Kit trails his heels.

“I would! Come on!” Dashing after, he joins the pair, with Nikki not too far behind.

Thankfully those pleas for knowledge to spread and be shared don't go unanswered for much longer, the antecedent location being the first stop on the trip. To the grand merriment of Nikki and Chronos, Strive makes a beeline for the back of the store before they so much as even step through the entrance.

“Oh my God,” carried by the general lack of other presences in the shop concurrently, his voice reaches their ears. Whilst Kit has lost himself in the chromatic display of lava lamps, mouth open in astonishment, the remaining pair scuttle into the back.

“There it is,” Nikki states, faux-galvanized by the sight as she wipes away a single, nonexistent tear, “it's beautiful.”

Chronos, the mature teenager he is, begins snapping photos. “The place of legends. Only told in stories.”

“A fucking dildo wall?” Strive puts his hands on either side of his head, seemingly initially distressed by this information.

“Take a pic of me with them!” Jumping into frame, Nikki strikes a pose. Obliging, Chronos takes another photo.

“What… how am I supposed to feel about this?”

“I mean, happy? You are the fruitbowl blue bastard. This is your home.”

Turning wide-eyed befuddlement onto Chronos after his comment, Strive proceeds to lock an arm around him, holding him down.

“ACK! MAD BECAUSE I'M TELLING THE TRUTH!” Flailing and punching, struggling, he tries fruitlessly (pun intended) to escape his older brother's grasp.

“Don't fight the gravitational pull of Spencer's. Just accept it, get your picture taken in front of the dildo wall.” Chiming in, arms slung around Strive's shoulders from behind, Nikki starts wrastling him back, effectively freeing Chronos from the brotherly hold.

“I mean,” glancing towards the lascivious wall, then back, he finally shrugs his shoulders.

“Yeah, aight. Lemme get in on that.”

Getting into a stance in front of the wall, he strikes a pose of his own, causing Chronos to wheeze as he takes the photo. Proceeding to have an entire photoshoot with the dildos, the three rotate between photographing and being photographed for at least 3 and a half minutes, ignoring the workers staring at them.

Until the softest call of, “Chronos…?” rouses them. Perking ears twitch and instantly Chronos is swept away, scanning the store to find the direction the utterance had come from. Right outside the store, Kit looks frantically every which way, tears beading those puce eyes as he looks for his brother.

“Kit,” coming up from behind, a hand stretches out to rest on his shoulder, “what are you doin’ out here, bud?”

Startled by the sudden touch, Kit whips around with wide eyes, immediately, he throws his arms around Chronos’ waist.

“Where did you go?!” He cries.

“Woah, woah, hey!” Returning the desperate embrace, he hugs Kit close. “I was just in the back of the store. I didn't go anywhere.”

“I-I didn't see you,” tears threaten to spill freely as he stammers softly, wavering the cadence of his voice, “I didn't hear you. I thought…”

“I would never,” cutting that train of thought in half before it finishes, he kneels down to get onto Kit’s level and hold him. “Not in a million years. I'm sorry I scared you, buddy. I won't do that again.”

Sniffling, looking at Chronos, he wipes his eyes. “Promise?”

“Promise,” lifting him into his arms, he sets Kit onto his shoulders, “now c'mere.”

Giggling as he's pulled up, arms wrap around his brother's torso and he clings. Reconvening once they've left the shop proper, Nikki holds a bag at her side, Strive with arms resting behind his head.

“Everything okay?” Nikki asks.

“Yeah. We're just taking a minute.”

Floppy ear drooping against Chronos’ head, Kit turns his eyes to glare at both of them. He'd be cute, sitting up there how he is, if it weren't for the way he stares at them as if to will them to drop dead.

“Tough crowd,” Nikki murmurs to Strive, who nods.

“Hey kiddo, how about we grab something to drink?” Chronos suggests, raising his eyes slightly as they all start walking again, “you ever had a slushie?”

“No… what's a slushie?”

Momentarily pondering the answer, he lets out a hum. “It's kinda like… flavored ice?”

“Sounds icky.”

“No, no! It's actually really good,” he assures, lifting a hand slightly amidst explanation, “basically, they make the ice real soft, like snow. Then they add sugar and flavor… like uh…”

“Cherry, Coke, blueberry… y'know, soda or fruit flavors,” Strive finishes, to which Chronos nods.

“Oh, if they have fruit flavors then it's the perfect drink for y—”

“Nikki.”

“Okay, but I had to!”

Snorting into a fit of wheezy chuckles, Chronos can't help but to snicker somewhat at the quip. To be fair, Strive should've seen it coming from a mile away. Poor guy.

“Um… okay, I guess I could try it.”

“Cool! Then we can grab some real food later.”

Seemingly satisfied by this, Kit nods, pressing his face into the back of Chronos’ head again, nuzzling into the soft fur. Aside from the shit-eating grin Nikki is giving and Strive staring back at her with endeared mild annoyance, things start to quiet down again, but only for a moment or so.

“Sorry,” Chronos pipes up suddenly, addressing his older siblings without looking behind him, “if this hasn't been super fun so far or anything. I'm not exactly the take the day off and have fun type.”

Quick to reassure Chronos’ rising anxieties, Nikki answers. “Hey, this has been plenty fun so far, little bro!”

“We haven't been here a long time anyway, and there's still the rest of the afternoon to do whatever.” Coming up beside him, Strive claps a comforting hand onto his shoulder.

“Mm,” turning his eyes to study the patterned marble floor beneath, it's clear there's still a level of thought plaguing his mind. The kid just can't seem to relax.

Clearing his throat, Strive tries to make idle conversation. Chronos may not have been his little brother, raised by his hand, but he can typically discern what Tails is thinking about.

“How's he adjusting?”

Ears perking a little at the start of the topic, shoulders shrug diffidently. “Dunno. He's been a little more open with me lately, which is good— but he's still so nervous. I just hope I'm making headway with him.”

Peering at the dozing fox, clung tightly to the older, he gives a soft chuckle.

“I'd say he trusts you, if the way he's huggin’ on tight is any indication.”

Those words bring something of a relieved glimmer to his eyes, but he doesn't comment.

“How old is he?” Strive questions, noting the youngest’s small demeanor.

“I… actually don't know,” Chronos admits, brows knitting. “I'm not even sure if he knows. I can tell you that he's young young, though. Can't be older than 10.”

“10,” he repeats, voice softening a little, “God, that's awful.”

“It's wishful thinking,” the other starts as they all make their way into the food court, “but I'm hoping it'll all just start to feel like a bad dream the older he gets.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. Most you can do is just try to be there for him. Let him know he's safe with you. He'll come to you on his own eventually.”

Surprisingly, Chronos actually cracks a smile.

“Thank you,” he replies, albeit rather impassively. Strive decides to count it as a win anyway.

Making their way up to the counter, Strive leans against it, elbow resting comfortably.

“What'd you say you're having?”

“I didn't,” Chronos answers with that same smile, now growing slightly, “cola.”

Like a movie, or a stageplay, with the pair firing off their lines rehearsed to the ear, picking up their cues so naturally. The flow of which they cut up together seems meant to be— a look into another life, with a happier duo.

“Hey, Kit, you can share with me. Give this a try,” Chronos urges, holding the cold drink up to the drowsy fennec. Lifting his head, he eyes the large cup with some hesitation, but accepts it, dwarfing his two little hands.

Reluctantly, but nevertheless obediently, he takes a sip. Immediately, those ears, appearing permanently pinned down in a meek way of being, prick straight up, and a moonstruck kind of expression paints his face. Tail wagging vigorously, a slightly open mouth plunges back down onto the straw, swiftly consuming the contents of the cup. Amused and endeared, the others share a chuckle.

“Or… I guess you can have it.”

“I-It's good,” murmuring abashedly, Kit shrouds his flushed face behind the cup, “sorry…”

“I'm more of a coffee guy anyway,” Chronos assures, reaching up to ruffle Kit's head again.

“Hot or iced?” Nikki quizzes.

“We usually only have hot coffee at the workshop, but I always vibe with a good peppermint mocha.”

“Interesting. And have you kissed a man before?”

Strive chokes on his cherry slushie, forcing down laughter. Chronos takes this in stride, however, barely emoting as he snatches Nikki's wallet from her pocket, combing through the available coinage.

“Well, sure,” he answers. He then fails to elaborate. This only makes Strive laugh harder, the joyful sounds fading as Chronos makes his way towards the coffee stand.

Strive sighs, “what a great kid.”

Nikki just pouts. He can't tell if it's because her curveball fell flat or because Chronos stole her wallet.

Coming hours prove just as comical and active. Between Nikki running up to every Victoria's Secret poster and throwing her hands over the womens’ thinly-garmented bosoms and getting scolded by Chronos (hypocrite he is, as everyone knew he'd be doing it too if Kit weren't present), to Strive having to drag everyone out of Hot Topic after 45 entire minutes of marveling and making excess purchases, to the ceaseless “top surgery at Claire's” jokes in the namesake store leading the group receiving a request to leave from making the other patrons uncomfortable. Now toting multiple bags and vociferating both tawdrily and jovially, they make their way through the long strip.

Pausing in their stride, Kit tugs on Chronos’ hand, who instantly turns his attention to the younger.

“What's up, lil’ bro?”

Staring into the window of the nearby shop, his trained stoic eyes fixate on one of the displayed attractions in particular; a larger, plastic water gun, coated in gaudy hues of lime and aqua and orange. The thing couldn't measure much taller than the boy himself standing up, he'd probably have to carry it two-handed everywhere— a mental image that makes Chronos’ ears flick and his heart leap. So cute…!

Despite his discernable desire for the toy, Kit makes no attempt to speak up to request it, merely pressing gloved palms against the glass longingly instead. Chronos feels his heart melt into a puddle, and quickly calls out to the others.

“Hey, I'm stopping in here real quick,” he announces, causing them to turn and gander at the sign.

“A toy store?” The query is more curious than judgmental, but regardless, he huffs and turns his nose up, revolving on heels with tails flicking as he makes his way into the store. Defensive in the telltale I’m about to do something nice, so don’t perceive me kind of way that he does sometimes. Toddling after like a baby duckling on its mama’s heels, Kit is of course, right behind.

Dramatically clutching his chest, Strive swoons in feigned distress. “So heartless!”

“A black hole where his heart is, exactly like he says!” Nikki cries, falling over the top of him, sending the two hedgehogs tumbling to the floor in a crumpled pile of azure spines. People stare at them before just stepping over and around.

“Get up,” insisting through a voice stifled by the floor, Strive blindly manhandles Nikki, limbs flailing to grasp her.

“Nah.”

“Get up!” Raising his head, he repeats himself. Firmer, but still playful.

Challenging his patience, she instead lounges on top of him, resting on her side with head propped up onto a hand, supported by the elbow driving into Strive’s calf. Brilliantly, the latter just begins crawling into store Chronos and Kit had gone into, instead of attempting to buck Nikki off himself.

“Carry me into battle!” She hollers, pumping a fist out.

Sneakers, hued a color similar to the two of them, obstruct their pathway a quarter of their jostle into the store. Akimbo, eyebrows woven together to complete a look of irritation, Chronos stands with two different freshly-purchased water guns under either arm. Noticing his stance, next to him, Kit quickly mimics his older brother, curled fists on his hips and a disapproving expression painting his face.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Looking for you,” Strive answers casually.

“Oh my God,” grumbling indignantly, he grabs Strive by the ankle, and starts dragging both him and Nikki along, ignoring the stares of those around them yet again in embarrassment as they leave the store. Seizing the opportunity, Kit snatches both the toy guns, clutching them to his chest in a hug.

“PLEASE,” practically shrieking in exasperation, helplessly flailing his limbs, Strive cries out, “THIS IS CRUELTY!”

Pausing, contemplating, Chronos slowly turns his head to look back at them both.

“Is this what they meant when they said Down With Cis bus?”

Nikki shrieks.

Continuing to pull them along whilst they’re both losing it in two different forms of the term, Chronos looks Kit’s way, smiling a little at how he bounds along after, the littlest bounces in every step. Noting the attention on him, Kit quickly becomes shy, half-hiding behind the boxed toys.

“Um… t-thanks,” he murmurs, “f-for the… water guns.”

Ineffably endeared by the sight, he has to resist the urge to coo and scoop the boy up, spinning him around. Instead, he opts to just chuckle. “Anything for you, squirt. What’cha hungry for, huh?”

“Ah, um…” Lowering his head, cogs turning in his brain as he attempts to discern an answer for himself, Kit falls quiet. Eyebrows clashing, eyes squinting, the thoughts all start to jumble together, and the expectation of being made to choose something on his own isn’t synonymous, and—

Resting on his shoulder, Chronos’ free hand pulls him close to his side, snapping him out of his intrepid trance. Instantly, he’d noticed the signs of panic and offered comfort; a series of motions he’d become quite eloquent in since the evening Kit found a place by his side.

“Or we can just let our appetite decide when we get back there?”

“O-Oh!” Nodding quickly, giving his prognostic agreement, he nuzzles against Chronos’ jacket.

Undeniably, he feels guilt deep down; being so consistently troublesome must be adding a whole new layer of stress for his older brother to deal with on top of everything else. Despite all of his issues though, his tantrums and screaming nightmares at all odd hours, his attachment issues and aversions, nobody had ever looked at him as patiently as Chronos had. Doting that he's still wholly unused to, but a type of loving kindness he's glad to have.

He just hopes that she isn't looking down on him for it.

“Excuse me,” piping up, a gruff voice from ahead catches their attention. Uniformed, trying far too hard to maintain the felicitous stance, one of the security guards stands in their way.

“We've received multiple complaints about the four of you disturbing the peace and acting as general nuisances during the last few hours. I'm going to have to ask you all to lea—”

Abruptly and without either thought or warning, in a single swift motion, Nikki chucks the remainder of her drink at the guard. She freezes.

Kit freezes. Strive freezes. Chronos freezes. The security guard freezes.

He moves first, baffled and soaked with cherry slushie, making to grab for his walkie-talkie off his belt. Instincts kicking in, Strive leaps to his feet, hoisting Nikki (who lets out a shriek of surprise) over his shoulder, chucking his own drink at the wall.

“SCATTER!”

Snatching Kit and Chronos, both held under the opposite arm, he races out, bursting through the front doors and maneuvering through the capacious parking lot. Sunshine gleams off stainless vehicles of reds, blacks, blues and whites, nearly blinding emerald eyes as they scour the metallic maze, following his fuzzied line of sight to the gateway exit.

Screeching to swift halt close to the streamside, he loses control of his compadre cluster as Chronos wiggles his way out and drops face-first to the ground. Nikki and Kit also go tumbling, the first cluttering painfully onto her little brother’s back and the latter landing in her lap with a gentle fwump!. Clambering up briskly, he tries to shove Nikki off.

“Get off— you’re hurting him!”

“Shit!” Toppling over, nearly tripping on her own feet, Nikki jumps up. “Sorry, sorry! You okay, bud?!”

“L-Let me help you! Don’t move…” Rushing to Chronos’ side, gingerly clasping one hand with both of his, Kit tries to lift him up. Face popping out of the ground, having left a distinct vulpine indent, he lets out a groan, allowing himself to be pulled up into a seated position. Crowding around, the three look down on him curiously.

“You alright?” Nikki asks again.

Soothing a newfound stinging headache with the pads of his fingers, Chronos gives a deep, vexed sigh.

“I’ll tell ya somethin’,” he starts, wobbling to his feet with Kit and Strive’s assistance, “I’m gettin’ pretty sick and tired of all the dumb things that go on around here…”

She smiles sheepishly. “Did you at least have fun before we got kicked out?”

Ludicrous! After the spectacle their collective presence alone had made? Imprinting permanently on the minds of others as that gaggle of stupid kids with no social awareness? Asking something like that in spite of how they had looked the whole time? Ludicrous! Absurd, so absurd that—

—That it’s funny.

Running fingers through bangs stained blue at their tips, the softest smirking chuckles turn into clamoring laughter. Ethereal, jubilant, a sound he’s not made in the presence of anyone, or even to himself, for a long, long time.

Within moments, he’s stricken with a pain deep in the gut, coiling arms over his stomach, tears from the physical exhilaration plaguing his squeezed eyes. Balance lost, he wobbles, swaying back to the ground.

Given pause, the triage stares in stunned silence.

“A-Are you okay?!” Kit asks, instinctively.

“Are you having a panic attack?!” Nikki cries.

Kneeling next to him, Strive tentatively holds his hands out, grimacing. “Hey, buddy…”

“You two are so dumb!” Chronos exclaims suddenly, voice loud but lighthearted, grinning wide at Strive next to him, “what’d you think— w-what’d you think would happen when you started crawling around on the floor?!”

Wheezing hysterically, forehead leaning against Strive’s chest, he fully collapses under the weight of his own cachinnation. Momentarily surprised, the other’s expression softens, allowing himself to be leaned into.

“And the slushies!” Thumbing tears from his eyes, he throws his arms up. “Why would you throw it at him?!”

Snorting, posture loosening, Nikki quickly counters. “Hey, I panicked!”

“So your first instinct was to throw something at him?!”

Now Nikki is laughing too, shoulders shaking in quick succession with the rhythm of her sounds, which prompts Strive to start chuckling too, rubbing a finger under his nose. Everyone with the exception of Kit has erupted into a fit at that point. Aggregating the discarded shopping bags from all around, he makes over to sit next to Chronos on his knees, who turns a lambet smile onto him.

“I’ve never heard you laugh before,” Kit states quietly. The others nod.

“It’s nice,” Strive notes, winking at him. Nikki just gives a thumbs up.

At that, Chronos pauses. Momentarily after that revelation being spoken into the air. Mimicking a gesture he’d caught from earlier, he rubs a finger under his nose, turning his gaze away to look out at the ruralish structures just across the stream.

“I can’t remember the last time I did.”

“Ah,” posture tensing, Nikki slowly nods, “same.”

“Yeah.”

Wrapping back around, just like that, a solemnly somber atmosphere plagues the present. Laughter dies down into giggles and hums, smiles wane into half-bright looks of sympathy, and a dawning remembrance of all that’s wrong in the world washes over everyone. They sit, silent, for the longest time, not much for speaking or otherwise offering anything further. Comfortable, but harrowing all the same.

Sensing the shift, a pang of urgency in his chest druthers Chronos to act. Repressed for a long time, a sort of social awareness that he hadn’t cared to preserve in all his days and nights of loneliness. Something that now felt tangible; precious, that would perhaps tick away like identical grains of ivory sand falling within an hourglass, becoming latent in the myriad of similarly dreary days.

Looping his arm around Kit’s shoulders, he pulls the fennec closer, nuzzling their cheeks together.

“I just realized, I never treated you to that lunch I promised,” he starts, resting the side of his face atop Kit’s head, “I guess we got into a little too much trouble this time around, huh?”

Kit doesn’t speak. Chronos swallows.

“Just like we always do.”

That triggers a small, wobbly smile— thin, almost drawn-on by sharp pencil.

“I-I guess so.”

Beaming, he jumps to his feet, holding the younger under his arms, high up in the air. “Tell you what! How about… we get all this crap back to the workshop, we kick Dr. FatFuck out for the night, and then big bro can make dinner for us? I’ve been told I’m pretty proficient in the kitchen!”

Looking into his eyes for a moment, that rattletrap smile grows, and between clenched teeth, Kit starts to chuckle. From behind, the others giggling along makes him jerk around.

“Wha–” head rapidly turning back and forth, he scoffs, “what’s so funny?! I can totally cook! It’s easy!”

That does it— this time it’s the others’ turn to burst into untamed, boisterous laughter all around him. Quiet, initially, an instinctive tongue-lashing at the ready to fall from suffused lips at the audacity, a particularly effervescent bubbling in his stomach hushes that urge. Memories of being surrounded by people he trusts most, cutting up and slinging playful insults at one another, flood in through his being, and he finds something familiar in being alive in that present moment.

The feeling of home.

Cupping his forehead with a hand, smiling and shaking his head fondly, Chronos puts a grin on his face, pointing back at himself with a thumb as he tucks Kit under an arm, playing into the apparent humor of the situation (which he’ll promptly rip into them about the next time it’s appropriate).

“I think we brought fresh salmon home from the market this weekend, could be good in the spaghetti I’m making tonight.”

“Wah?!” Squirming, wide-eyed, Kit’s hands rest on Chronos’ wrist, “fish in spaghetti?! That’s awful! Please don’t! Chronos!”

Strive and Nikki laugh harder, until the point Chronos slings his free arm out, toting each individual purchase from the mall in their respective bags.

“And I’ve got all my sick new threads ‘n’ shit to do it with!”

Gasping, Nikki teeters to her feet. “I JUST BOUGHT THAT EVANESCENCE T-SHIRT!”

Strive does the same. “Not my Snoop on a Stoop!”

“Your what—”

Turning tail, Chronos takes off down the road, Kit hollering under one arm and the bags ruffling audibly on the other.

“Bye!”

“Come back here!” Crying out, hands outstretched, Nikki gives chase, with Strive not too far behind.

“Chronos! Think about what you’re doing, buddy!”

Clouds having cleared up sometime during the afternoon, the evening gradient of twilight blankets the cold, vast sky, twinkling in vivid pinks, yellows and oranges. For just a moment, even amidst all the squawking and commotion, something about sempiternal reality feels welcoming again. Maybe it could always be like this.

Maybe, Chronos thinks to himself, chuckling tenderly, as long as you just stay close to me.

#( THE GARBAGE DUMP; DRABBLES. )#hiswrlds #vandalizedheart #sorrowfulsidekick

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intotheelliwoods · 1 year ago

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I HAVE A QUESTION!!!! So I've noticed Sprout picks up Poptart like a lot (who wouldn't he a little guy) and I know he'd never hurt Poptart on purpose but he's not treating Poptart like glass either. Is that because he remembers his family treating him like glass and not liking it? They were treating him differently and Sprout didn't want that. I remember the comic when Sprout was trying to walk and Raph found him and Sprout just yelled at Raph not to help him cause he wanted to do it himself.

I don't remember Peepaw ever carrying Sprout around like Sprout has done for Poptart. Peepaw acted more like a father figure and mentor while Sprout is trying to emulate Peepaw like a little kid trying to fill his dad's shoes and is coming across more like an older brother for Poptart. (Granted Sprout has been through almost exactly what Poptart has been through just with a different older Leo so he understands way more about Poptart's whole situation than Peepaw did with Sprout since he lost his arm when he was a bit older and in the middle of an apocalypse)

I've just really noticed that Sprout like carrying around Poptart like a little rag doll, even if he's being gentle about it, and I don't remember Peepaw ever doing the same. Is Sprout trying to keep Poptart from feeling like he's any different? Like he's not made of glass and won't shatter from a little rough housing. Is that what he's doing?

❤️💜💙🧡

Actually this ask deserves its own separate post because🥺 oh. oh ok.

Yknow when I was making Sprout more willing to approach Poptart, than Big Leo was with Sprout, I put thought into it but not THAT much thought oh my gosh???? oh. oh ok.

My thought behind the detail was, Sprout was very comfortable going up to Big Leo for whatever reason (a hug, to use as a climbing tree, to hold his hand, to tug on his pants ect) since he was just so approachable and mellow. So with Poptart he has the same mindset of fellow Leo = approachable, he is just massive now and by this point forgot how long it took him to warm up to his older self in the first place haha. He is just, overwhelmingly happy to be around another Leo again and this time around uses his size to his advantage :)

Big Leo: oh... oh hes so small, I need to be careful with him oh hes so small... Sprout: OH ANOTHER LEO AGAIN!! IVE MISSED HAVING A FELLOW LEO!!!! OH IM SO HAPPY!!!! *excited puppy dragging his little leo around like a chew toy

So this ^ now adding in your reasoning? I am in shambles, absolute shambles. god.

#asks #2 arms left

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starrybluez · 1 year ago

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Tagged by @pearlyrain to list 5 songs I've been listening to lately. Thank you dear 💙

Saturn Rings - People Museum

Glare - Deeper

Shut Your Eyes - Snow Patrol

Lover, You Should've Come Over - Jeff Buckley

Surf's Up - The Beach Boys

With the exception of "Glare" which sounds like "Cure" inspired 80's pop (but is really a recent release), I am again posting a very mellow mix. Especially love the one by Snow Patrol, which seems to be like a meditation song if you listen to the lyrics. All of these are songs I heard on my local radio station WXPN, which I've kept coming back to in order to avoid hearing the same 4 or 5 songs (not exaggerating sadly) that the other stations play every time I'm in the car.

Tagging @fatal-plastic-kiss @lovevoodoo @dancingonthevalentine @discreetmusic @pauls-mccharmly @ruztyryan @modernmanblues @musicacuantica and any of my other loyal followers 😀

#tag games #5 songs #snow patrol #the beach boys #jeff buckley #deeper #people museum #great tunes

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prismaticpichu · 6 months ago

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Hi! I'm sorry if I was bothering you, so umm can you make Seph Zack, like Seph has a diary, Zack is sick, Seph takes care of him, add angst, Protective Sephiroth, Zack needs a hug, angst with a happy ending, please? also, take your time, it's okay, I will be patient. ❤️♥️🫂

Awwww! You’re never a bother, friendo 💖 Plz don’t ever worry about that!!! 💕

Oooh!! I love a good angsty/protective sickfic!!! Thooo, admittedly, I already have a Zack sickfic that covers those points pretty well called Priorities ❤️:,3

The diary idea tho??? I LOVE <33333 💙💙💙 Have another slash fic! :,333

18+ Zack!!

ZackSeph ~ Diary Discovery

The rhythmic sound of a pen gliding against paper was what stirred Zack awake that night, blue eyes fluttering open from their purgatorial state between slumber and consciousness, their sleepy Mako glow sparkling with a hint of mischief as he spotted Sephiroth scrawling something in what looked to be a little black notebook.

The sight was just too precious to be confusing.

"...Takin' notes, pal?"

The warrior’s shoulders went slightly stiff against the polished arch of the headboard, clearly not expecting his partner to be awake, the vague coral on his cheeks visible even through the glossy threads of mercury. "Yes..." he assured in a totally-believable grunt, reflexively snapping the notebook shut. "Jotting data, researching. Nothing more. Go back to sleep."

Seph was a man of many things, Zack had come to learn over the span of their blossoming relationship. He was ethereal beautifully (inside and out), adoringly kind, bafflingly intelligent in both booksmarts and the art of wielding a blade… Gaia, was he a man of so, so many things.

But a good liar was not among them.

His expression softening into a doting smirk, Zack shifted further on his side. “Yeah? I don’t think so…” He pawed sleepily at his best friend. “Watcha really doin’?”

Sephiroth didn’t even bother swatting him away, merely lowering his head in aversion. “Go back to sleep.”

“Aww, Seph…” Zack snuggled closer to his friend’s side, his tone mellowing, realizing as the groggy mist lifted from his mind that Seph was likely afraid of tease and criticism. “It’s just me, bud. I’d never judge you. Never…” And he nuzzled into his partner’s neck for emphasis. “I promise…”

The soothing assurance was enough to soothe Seph’s muscles, at least to the point where he was comfortable enough relaxing into Zack’s touch. He leaned down to press his temple against the black-haired SOLDIER’s, noses gently rubbing, strands of silver spilling across their connected bridges like laces of silky moonlight against the night.

“…I know.”

Zack’s lips melted into a loving, tranquil smile, mischief turning to twinkle in the sapphire stars. “Then show meee… I’m curious!”

Gentle chuckles rippling against from the man’s lips, Seph’s amusement was accompanied by a playful yet resigned sigh, sheets and linens rustling as both SOLDIERs pulled back from the intimate closeness, emerald eyes gazing back down at the notebook while Zack waited in good-hearted anticipation for it to be handed over.

“…Alright…” Sephiroth continued to quietly chuckle, but the genuine embarrassment created an obvious underbelly to his voice. “…You mustn’t laugh, though.”

There came that affectionate smirk again. “I mustn’t?’”

“No. You mustn’t.” But a small smirk was budding on Sephiroth’s own lips as he handed over the notebook to eager hands, immediately lowering his head, gushing silver bangs doing their job to veil his flustered, pinkish expression.

“…Can I read it aloud?” Zack smiled over the charcoal cover, wanting to ensure that Seph was still comfortable.

“Mmph. Go ahead.”

…Was he crazy, or did it suddenly seem like Seph wanted him to read it?

Satisfied either way, Zack’s eyes glimmered with playfulness, glancing down at the small black treasure chest as he opened it up, cleared his throat, and began reading aloud.

“…Dear Diary…” Annnnd tZack’s face bloomed with a smile before reaching the first sentence, shooting his partner the messy grin. “Aww man… it’s a diary?!”

“…Perhaps.”

“Aww, Seph…” Zack’s heart was nothing short of swelling as he glanced back down at the immaculate handwriting, continuing to read the entry.

“I wanted to purchase this journal because there are some thoughts that turn incessantly around in my mind, and yet I don’t have the proper experience to express them. I have always been more adept with expressing myself with writing—“

Zack canted his head as the paragraph abruptly came to a stop, starting anew on the following line.

“I love him so much…” he continued to read, a velvet throb in his heart. “Zack. Zack Fair. My lieutenant, my paramour… my very best friend. Never in my life had I met someone who treats me with the kindness that Zack does; never has anyone seen me the way Zack does, so human and unafraid… Never has anyone loved me the way he does. Hojo had always played the broken record that I was unlovable, a tool… why would mother ever love me? But Zack does. Zack has always loved me. And I think he… And I pray to Gaia that he always will.”

By the time Zack was done reading, pearls of mist had formed in the oceanic eyes, lowering the journal to gaze hazily at his beloved partner. The throb in his heart had stopped completely—frozen in place, having come to a gradual stop the further he read along, swallowing slightly to keep the watery choke inside.

Gaia…

“Are… all the entrees like this?” Zack asked, gingerly.

Seph was fully facing him now, the emerald eyes more vulnerable than Zack had ever seen them, green fire so delicately small yet true. “…More or less,” he admitted, soft expression softening into a smile. “That was only the first one I wrote. There’s perhaps about twenty more entrees in a similar vein.”

His chest practically numb, Zack glanced back down at the journal, rapidly flipping through the pages to find over a dozen more entrees in similar length—catching the familiar script of his name, catching all the loving adjectives that accompanied it, catching all the anecdotes and places and experiences shared between them…

And the mist turned into a gentle rainfall.

“Gaia, Seph…” he dropped the journal, strong arms enveloping his friend in an overwhelmed embrace, the unspoken words written into his heart pulsing with every velvet beat. “You didn’t say it would destroy me.”

“…Heh,” Sephiroth grunted, the smile still lingering as he buried his head in the feathery raven nest. “Perhaps you shouldn’t have been so insistent.”

“You kidding?” Zack wiped the tears from his eyes. “I… I don’t even know what to say.”

“Heh… I can empathize.”

Sapphires blinked, their color rich with understanding, buried deep in the smooth terrain of his partner’s neck.

“Did you… did you never feel comfortable saying it?”

“Mmn.” Seph’s voice was muffled by his hair. “Saying what?”

“You know…” Zack’s own voice grew small, innocent. “…’I love you?’”

The swath of silence that passed was meaningful, ephemeral.

“I was… heh,” Sephiroth murmured after a few moments, the honesty drawn from his soul, cocooned in so much warmth and solace that Shame could never penetrate it. “Afraid.”

“…Afraid?” Zack repeated, tender.

“Mmn…” came his earnest nod in reply, even more muffled, the warrior’s voice slightly subdued by the truth. “Because… because what if the feelings were not reciprocated?” And he closed his eyes, burying even deeper, quickly amending himself.

“Or, should I say… to the degree that I feel.”

There was silence, raw and real. Raw and real and long. Zack took several beats to fully digest his friend’s words, emotions conflicted, the rivers in his eyes momentarily ceasing to flow. Had he… had really never said it? Said it clearly? Even if their relationship was new, still being explored…

And the words came flooding all at once.

“Bud…” Zack pulled his friend down onto the pillow, burrowing his head into his friend’s cheeks, lips pressed against angelic skin. “I love you so much… So frigging much. So, so, so frigging much. Don’t ever worry about it not being mutual… ‘kay? I love you more than anything on this planet. More than anything… That kindness, that mind, that heart… all of it, bud. I love all of it. All of you.” He burrowed deeper into his cheek, eyes creaking open to face the watering green, their faces only inches apart.

And I pray to Gaia that…

“And I always, always will.”

…Magical, really, the way he could feel Sephiroth melt into his arms, the beautiful silver shape fitting against his body so perfectly, the harmonious song of their heartbeats pulsing together as one. “I… I love you too…” Seph wrote the words against his ear in a doting murmur, faint but unhesitant, the thudding sound of a pen falling to the carpet as he pulled him closer against his chest.

And Zack melted right into it. “…You more,” he murmured blissfully.

“Hmph. I don’t think that’s possible.”

“Yeah…?”

“‘Yeah’ indeed.”

“Nope. It’s just not possible.”

“Mnm. I suppose you didn’t see my January twelfth entry then.” Sephiroth’s eyes fell fluttered shut with a long, tranquil sigh. “My numerical list of things I love about Zack Fair.”

“Oh my Gaia… you did not.”

“Oh, I did. And I can recount them all from memory.”

“Don’t you dare.”

The angelic laughter rang warn and rich against his ears, the gentle vibrations rumbling against his beating heart, the closed pages of the notebook opening in front of Zack one beautiful chuckle at a time.

“Mmmn. Number ten…”

#ffvii #sephiroth #zack fair #ff7 #asks #ty!!#pichu writing #ff7 fanfic #zackseph

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