#...this isn't what the inside of my house looks like btw. I'm just trying to establish a scene.

[rustedleopard]

uty ship headcanons? Your character analysis are all really great and I like reading them so feel free to rant if you want.

I'm not really much of a shipper. Usually when I engage with a story I'm more interested in stuff like themes or characters or etcetera, so mashing two characters's faces together falls really low on my priority list (and for the rare few ships that I do have, I also tend to look at them from both a platonic and romantic angle because just focusing on the romantic aspects will start to bore me after a while). Not to say that shipping is a bad thing, it's just not my thing.

For Undertale Yellow, I don't really have any ships besides Staroba. I like that their dynamic has more of a sense of equality to it (as nice as they are to each other, both Starlo and Ceroba aren't afraid to call each other out on their shit), they're pretty funny together, and them being childhood friends to lovers is pretty cute. I only like/can see Staroba happening a few years after Clover passes though. Ceroba needs time to recover from her previous relationship and Starlo wouldn't push her into anything she's not comfortable with; he's respectful like that 👍. Plus, what ultimately turned Ceroba off from dating Starlo is that he was immature, and at the end of the True Pacifist story, Starlo is shown helping his family and starting to be more responsible. So I imagine that Ceroba would end up gradually falling for Starlo without her knowledge until she one day realizes and is like "Oh." Then cue a bunch of guilt because she feels like she's betraying Chujin by falling for Starlo and Starlo helping her gradually work through it. It's a slow burn 😅

(Any treatment of Staroba as a "Starlo gets the girl" type deal is an absolute turn-off for me. It's not about Starlo getting Ceroba like she's a prize to be won, it's about them growing into better people together and realizing that their feelings are mutual.)

.....And THIS is the part where I re-read the ask and realize that you probably want me to talk about my opinions on UTY ships overall. Hmmm. I'm putting the rest of this under a cut. Warning that this will be a bit headcanon heavy.

First of all, any sort of Clover × adult character ship (Martlet, Starlo, Ceroba, Dalv, Mooch, etc) or any minor × adult pairing is a strong NO from me. I don't care how you try to justify it, it's disgusting, I don't care for it, I don't want to see it. GET THE HELL OFF MY BLOG! This isn't me being a hard-ass, this is me expressing a normal opinion to have. If the person reading this ships minor × adult ships, then Leave. Now. Likewise if you take any minor × minor ship and do NSFW stuff with them. Yes, even if you age them up.

With that being said, I also want to state that I don't hate any of the ships I talk about below, I just don't ship them myself. These are just opinions/my interpretations of them and if you have different ones from me, then that's totally fine. I'm just some rando on the internet, don't let what I say stop your roll. I'm... also gonna try to be brief with it since there are quite a few ships to cover.

(EDIT: I was not brief. Oh my god, I was not brief!!!)

Clover × Flowey: I can't see this as a lovey-dovey standard-fare relationship, especially if it takes place during canon. I don't care if Flowey calls Clover his best friend and lets them rest at the end of the True Pacifist story, I found that moment wildly OOC and did not like it! Flowey said he hated them in both the Neutral and No Mercy run endings, and Clover didn't really do anything to bond with Flowey in the True Pacifist ending, so I don't see why he'd suddenly change his mind. Plus, I tend to see Clover as having pretty good judgement of character and that they have some suspicions as to why Flowey is helping them so readily. But... Let's just throw that out the window for this scenario! If Clover had feelings for Flowey, he would absolutely abuse that to lead them around by the nose. Flowey already tries to isolate Clover from their friends and control them by saying that their friends are a bunch of bozos and to focus on the mission and that Clover is too good for them. And if he had their romantic affection as well? What's to stop him from using that to push Clover to go to Asgore and not get distracted? It'd take him a few resets to get used to having Clover look at him like (⁠灬'_'灬⁠), because Flowey has his own issues, but once he's got it down pat, he'd exploit it as much as he can to control Clover. He wouldn't return their feelings either, and would probably start cackling to himself about how much of an idiot Clover is the split second he dives underground. Honestly, I deeply pity Clover in this situation. In a post-Undertale canon scenario, I could see them trying to be friends with each other, but if you're like me and headcanon that they get revived with ALL of their reset memories, being friends is the absolute best case scenario.

Clover × Kanako: Feels like a "pair the spares" situation more than anything. We don't know much about Kanako besides she was kind and smart and brave and well-loved. Nothing about her likes, dislikes, opinions, preferences, etcetera. This may be a bit mean but to me, she was more of a representation of an innocent child lost to Ceroba and Chujin's whole deal than she was her own character. Plus if things go the route of "Ceroba (and Starlo and Martlet, but they don't matter here) adopts Clover and becomes their new family," things get iffy there because they're siblings. Adopted siblings, but siblings nonetheless. But, hey, most of my opinion on how well this ship turns out hinges on what happens to Clover's familial situation post-everything (should they get revived) and how someone characterizes Kanako since she's a fairly blank slate. Do something good with it and I'll go 👍. (psst, would be really cool if you made Kanako dislike humans in a sorta "learned from her dad and perpetuates his bad habits" way. would make her and clover's relationship, romantic or platonic, very interesting and would make her feel more real and grounded..... i know that her spoon-behaviors in the true lab contradict this but i'm just sayin')

Clover × Chara: Two fascinating characters, both who went the "sacrifice myself for the sake of Monsterkind" route, to wildly different degrees of success. From what I've seen, a lot of Clover's characterization in this dynamic seems pulled from the Undertale Red + Yellow mod which... I don't agree with their characterization there. They never struck me as especially chatty, they just say what needs to be said and leave it at that (if anyone here is gonna be verbose, it's gonna be Chara). I also don't see Clover as trying to be upbeat and positive all the time, like in the UT Pacifist Route. Have you seen them in the UTY No Mercy route? Clover can get very serious when they see fit. Hell, even in Pacifist, Clover strikes me as the sort to give the impression that they're serious almost all the time because they don't emote much and are terse (even though they're pretty damn hilarious in their head. A shame 😔). But I digress. The biggest difference between these two is their opinions on humanity. Chara hates humans enough that they try to force their brother to start attacking humans and Clover cares about humans enough that they jump into a mountain that children were known to go missing in to bring justice to the five kids. Yet both of them had shitty lives back home. More than wanting to see them hold hands, I wanna lock them in a room together and make them talk about humans. Either some crazy understanding would bloom or it'd just be two 12-year olds squabbling forever. Place your bets here on how it would turn out.

Axis × Daisy: Nothing needs to be said because I can't come up with anything to say. I wish Axis the best of luck with putting trackers in his children though! 🙏

Martlet × Red/Papyrus/Moray: Gonna throw these all into the same category because I can basically say the same thing about all of them: they're fine. I won't seek them out intentionally but if a story/fanart happens to feature it, I wouldn't be turned off from it. Canon just doesn't give me anything to really work with for these ships so I just go meh. I will say though that while I am usually not a firm "X character has Y sexuality" person, I do tend to see Martlet as a lesbian. So if I stumble across a Martlet × Papyrus fic or fanart or something, there's a bit of a mental hurdle to overcome with me going "Oh, this person thinks Martlet has a different sexuality from how I headcanon her."

Ceroba × Alphys: TOXIC YURI!!! Two characters who hate themselves for their actions who also project their insecurities and the parts they hate about themselves onto the other person. While Ceroba would likely be giving Alphys a lot of shit and would usually instigate things, don't forget that Alphys can snap back if pressed (remember the Queen Alphys ending?). Minecraft Achievement: How Did We Get Here?

Ceroba × Chujin: In an AU where Chujin didn't die, it would've ended in the messiest divorce. Their relationship was a powder keg ready to blow: lack of communication, blind admiration, secrets being kept, one party pulling more weight than the other to cover living expenses, and I could go on. The only reason why they stuck together so long was because they loved each other, and well. Romantic relationships can't last on love alone. There's gonna be moments where there's no room for romance in a relationship because life is happening, and the split second they would've hit one of those moments: *KABOOM!!!* Therapy and proper communication could've saved them, but they're both too prideful and secretive to ever explore those routes.

Starlo × Dalv: Admittedly Corn Yaoi is one of the funniest names for a ship out there. Gives me a "Country guys make do" vibe from name alone (if you're a minor, please don't look that up. Or if you do, because I know realistically that I can't stop you, don't hold me responsible for it!). But besides that, I don't really feel anything for it. They only interact once at the end of one route out of four possible ones, they were far apart from each other on screen, and their conversation was mostly a "Hello." "Hi." situation. There's no chemistry or anything from that brief interaction to make their relationship stick out to me. I see their relationship as cordial, two people united by their affection for the same person who have friendly feelings for each other but it doesn't go beyond that. Sorry ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

(Small aside: I'm not the sort to get into ships between characters who don't meet/interact much in canon (....which I'm sure you've gleaned if you've read up until now), but judging by Orion's dialogue in routes where Starlo is spared, where he talks about going to Snowdin to investigate his family's corn being grown there, I like the idea of him meeting Dalv and developing feelings for him and being embarrassing about it. Whether it works out or not doesn't matter. Being awkward in romance should run in the Sunnyside family, me thinks.)

Starlo × Ed: Scandalous! But I headcanon that Ed and Starlo had a brief gay thing going on between them sometime after Ceroba got engaged. Starlo couldn't truly commit to it because he still had feelings for Ceroba so they agreed to break it off since it wasn't fair to either of them. They're on good terms, but there are still moments where Ed goes soft for Starlo.

I don't know if there's any other ships out there that I forgot to cover. There's probably a million. Uhh, this was a very broad topic to approach and I didn't realize it until I started typing. Maybe if there's a ship/topic out there that you want me to cover, feel free to ask. Though, perhaps be a bit more specific next time 😅

[earlgreytea68]

its just one of those days where ive had coffees for closers on repeat

sighhhh

have u ever done an analysis of the song? if not what r ur thoughts?? hope ur having a good day btw xx

Ugh, this song is such a gutpunch. I've talked about it briefly in the context of how it reworks lines from Pete's poem "to you (unfinished, off the top of my head)" in THE MOST PAINFUL WAY POSSIBLE:

He does the same thing with the lyrics he borrows for (coffee’s for closers). Pete’s poem sets the tone for fairy-tale storytelling right at the beginning: “It all started with some friends and a van, a kick drum inside my ribs, preaching electric into a microphone stand.” These beginning images are fond: holding up red cups at house parties, falling asleep together on the grass during festivals, laughing. But Patrick carves those lines out and brackets them with “I will never believe in anything again, we will never believe again.” What an answer to this poem out of Patrick: to take those words and slap them between endless proclamations of not falling for that fairy tale again. Even worse, he tops it off with a rewrite of the “read the charts” line: the poem reads “you can get lonely when u only read the charts.” This feels like more on the theme of “you can get everything you want [but it’s never enough], but it won’t actually make you happy.” You can read the charts, and FOB would be on top of them, but it’s lonely up there, and you need more than that. But the line in (coffee’s for closers) goes: “Only get lonely when you read the charts.” The movement of that “only” shifts the line for me. There are a bunch of ways to read it, but for me it reads like: “You only get lonely when you remember you’re in a band. You’re so busy running around being the life of the party, you’re never, ever lonely unless you’re paying attention to your band.”

The thing is, I consider that poem a fond and wistful love poem from Pete to Patrick, trying to reach across a great chasm, and at first the pain of it is how Patrick initially writes songs that take those lines and rejects them, twists them, spits them back out. Eventually he doesn't. Eventually he soothes the lines back into answering love songs. But in the beginning, he writes songs that are fiery rejections of the mood of this poem, and (coffee's for closers) is one of them. Pete's poem reads all us believers still believe. Patrick in this song writes, over and over and over again, slamming it home, I will never believe again. Take that, Pete Wentz! Never! Again!

To me it's just a brutal song about hating how everything turned out but not seeing a way out of it (I want everything to change and stay the same). The Genius annotation says throw your cameras in the air is about how people always film concerts these days, but I think that's wrong. I mean, maybe, although the song was written in 2008 when cell phone taping was still a fairly new phenomenon. But I think this line is really a rumination on fame, on feeling like everywhere you look there are cameras in your face, and it's not about concerts, it's about your life. Girls used to follow you around...until you got cold, and you were no longer the current big thing, and then it's lonely there in the spotlight, where no one's having a good time, the hands they wave in the air are all cameras pointed at you, hoping to catch the next mistake, and everything that was supposed to be good and great, all those pretty promises Pete Wentz made back in the summer fest days when you fell asleep on the grass turned into this. You've become something I don't even recognize, and I'm just your mascot, some laughable gimmick everyone makes fun of, and you love the mayhem more than the love that was all around you, you threw all that love away like you didn't even want it, and I will never believe in anything again. Change will come, and nothing good is going to come of that, either, because you don't like things the way they are but you know that changing them isn't going to turn out well, either.

This song is just so much. It's so angrily hiatus. It's such a demonstration of how much they had broken down around each other.

But it's okay. Because on the other side of it, eventually, Patrick takes this same poem and makes it into "Favorite Record," so it turns out all right in the end. Happily ever after (below the waist)

[philsdrivinglicence]

Killing the white supremacist inside you. Easy mode. From one whitey to another.

Disclaimer: I am not an academic or an expert. Just a white person who's life was changed for the radically better during the BLM protests of 2020 who wants to share what worked for them.

Below is a non-comprehensive list of first steps you can take to begin the hard work of unpicking the layers upon layers of white supremacist bullshit baked into you from birth by the culture we live in (even if you grew up progressive or in a big city you are not exempt from this).

I made this list because POC in the phandom have been doing a lot of heavy lifting the past few days. I figured the least I could do is share what worked for me to understand what racism is and how its more subtle forms can manifest.

I hope we can all use the below as a starting point to help make the phandom a less racist and more welcoming place.

(btw I do think we are generally more self ware than many fandoms but as we are a mostly white space we have to keep ourselves accountable as white supremacy is an insidious bastard that will catch you unawares if you let it.)

So. Without further ado.

- read this article

- Read "Why I'm No Longer Talking To White People About Race" by Reni Eddo Lodge (how you choose to source this book I will not judge but consider supporting a local book store)

- Stop being so afraid of being called racist. - Hopefully, if you are engaging in good faith then you already accept that racism is baked into our society. Racist is not a dogwhistle for "evil person". It is a descriptor of very specific behavior that we can all fall into if we don't keep ourselves sharp. So part 2 of this step is -

- Look back on your life and identify a time when you have participated in racism. My go to example is my 14 year old "never met a black person in real life" self, yelling along to N****s in Paris (uncensored, duh) at a house party with a bunch of other white 14 year olds. If you're getting really introspective you'll probably have multiple of these such moments. Sit with them, feel the cringe, think about what you might say to that version of yourself now, how you might have acted differently had you been aware the behavior was problematic. And then forgive yourself. Self flagellation does nothing good, the thing to do now is learn and progress. But you can't know what to change/avoid if you don't have examples to work off of. (This one is lowkey hard mode but worth doing early on so you can see your own progress over time. Also, if the examples you are thinking of were directly harmful you may also want to consider making amends in some way).

- Look at your playlists/album collection. If you don't see many/any POC musicians make a conscious effort to change that. Seek out interviews with your favourite artists and see which black artists have influenced them. Add them to your rotation.

- Do this with youtubers, authors, actors, screenwriters etc, etc. In all forms or art and entertainment, look at what you consume and if you find it overerall skewing white, make an effort to fill it with colour.

(Kill the voice inside you that says "I just prefer - blank-", or "the stuff they make just isn't for me, I prefer stuff I can relate to". This is the white supremacy talking, POC are not a monolith, look harder, you will find artists you connect with)

- Every time a POC points something out to you that seems off to them (I often refer to this as "this doesn't pass the sniff test") before jumping in to defend your fave/point of view/TV show etc. really sit with what they have said and try to consider why what they are pointing out, while not a big deal to you, could be a big deal to them.

Like I said up top, this is a non comprehensive list and is only intended as a starting point.

I usually wouldn't post something like this as I prefer to stay out of discourse but the conversation going on this past few days has really disappointed me. So many people are being dismissive toward POC fans and completely missing the points they are trying to make. So here's my two cents. Hope it's helpful.

[bomberqueen17]

progress etc

god it's less than a week to christmas. ok cool. yeah. great. all right.

i am. what have i been doing??? i don't know. I've sewn several things-- most notably a pair of leggings-- and the house renovations have progressed to the point that we're getting final measurements for counters tomorrow. I'll put pictures behind the cut. We painted the ceiling ourselves, as paint isn't included in the remodel.

I don't remember what I last posted pictures of. IDK there's a floor now, I didn't take pictures of that yet.

ok i was wrong i do have one photo of the floor but it's in-progress, max is in the background wedging it in between the cabinets.

[image description: an awkward angle looking down standing in the side door entryway, with the blue-washed gray side of a new cabinet facing me, some of the plywood subfloor exposed coated in glue, mottled gray fake stone tiles laid out and the hunched form of a man in a gray sweatshirt kneeling on the floor in the background with his head hidden behind the cabinet. Listen I wasn't trying to be creepy.]

it's fake stone vinyl tiles. i know, not normally my aesthetic, and it's probably the thing that'll look most dated in a little bit, but there was no point trying to do anything wooden or wood-look because the rest of the house has original hardwood from 1950 and anything new wouldn't match. (the hardwood badly needs refinishing, let's not contemplate that right at this juncture...)

Max is from Elmira, btw, and only moved to Buffalo a year ago-- just in time for the blizzard to absolutely destroy his first apartment here and wreck most of his stuff. It was a bit of a harsh welcome to the city. He's soft-spoken and extremely polite and doesn't really know how to talk to me, not the way Jim the installer (fiftysomething and very experienced) does. He did gently laugh at me when I left yesterday and then immediately had to come back to get my keys, which I had locked inside the house (but of course as he was still there the other door was still unlocked). "I grew up in the kind of place where you don't bother locking doors," I said, and he was like "lol same".

(I know Elmira because Middle-Little went to college there. It's a sort of dire little place in the Southern Tier-ish region of NY, a couple hours away. The region is fairly economically devastated, alternating crushing rural poverty with Tourism Dollars; Elmira itself boasts a college, a prison, and precious little else.)

Anyway-- painting the ceiling over the weekend, I discovered that the real life hack for painting a ceiling is for at least one member of your party to be six feet three inches.

[image description: my dude, a tall thin white man in an uncharacteristic ball cap he's only wearing to avoid paint splatter (it is embroidered with the HTML tags <head> on the front and </head> on the back, and was a gift to him in like 2002) is standing on the cardboard-and-sheet-draped floor of the kitchen using a paint roller on the ceiling, which he can reach easily; in front of him the cabinets are all draped in old sheets as well and there's a random light bulb sticking out because the installer wired that in for us to use as a work light since the electricians haven't installed the ceiling lights yet which was why it was an ideal time for us to paint said ceiling.]

Anyway it's going great. The counters won't go in until January sometime, but early January. The electricians plan to come the day after Christmas and I won't be there until the afternoon so I'm going to check in with Jim today about what they'll need.

Meanwhile, I remembered that I hadn't set myself the goal of crafting anything for Christmas except I bought a bunch of scarf blanks from Dharma Trading to dye as gift wraps and gift components and my basement is all torn apart and I don't dare make that kind of mess in my mother-out-law's basement so I need to work out how to get that done so I'm really kind of slogging through that, a bit.

OH i just went to look at what the last pictures I posted of the kitchen were and the answer is LIKE NONE so omg sorry here's before we painted the ceiling, where you can see what it's gonna look like!

[image description: This is View A, from the side door toward the front of the house. Along the left of the photo is a line of cabinets, a set on the ground and then another mounted up on the wall; in the middle of that will be the sink, and then farther down a dishwasher (!!!) and beyond that the stove, all along that north wall of the house. The middle of the photo is the big bay window we had installed, and there are cabinets along the front of it: the countertop will extend out from those, and will form a seating area. To the right of the window, the front door is now visible, that little wall having been removed and now being a wide-open space into the entryway. The right of the photo is the interior wall of the kitchen, now transformed into a built-in pantry space with a fridge hole in the middle, where the extra flooring tiles are currently stacked.]

[image description: this is View B, from the front door into the kitchen. The foreground is the big open space where the wall was removed; the bay window is just out of frame to the right, and the far wall shows the empty space (now containing buckets of floor glue and a roll of cardboard) where the stove will be, and above it will be an extractor hood (no more Everything Smells Like Salmon!!), and the empty space (now filled with a rolling garbage can the contractors are using) for the dishwasher, and then the little window right above the sink-- this is a detail we've kept from the old kitchen, that's where the sink was and that's where the window, but the window seems bigger because the cabinets aren't packed so tightly around it now-- and you can see the side door there, and then the left of the photo shows the edge of the pantry unit where the fridge will go.]

It's a much more open space, both of us can be in there, someone doing dishes while you cook is no longer the world-ending inconvenience it historically has been, and also now you can talk to someone in the living room while you're in the kitchen without needing to holler.

Yeah the gray cabinets are-- well they're pale wood washed with dilute blue, is what they are, and all the hard fixtures are in neutral shades like that, grays and gray-blues, and the countertops will be white with tiny sparkles, and the idea is that the big wall to the west and the little bits of wall around the windows will be painted some bold color we'll match with like throw rugs and hot mats and other changeable fixtures, so the kitchen can get "redecorated" with a new coat of paint and not clash with the hard fixtures. This job cost five figures, we're not re-redoing it during our lifetimes.

[fadeintohim]

Cooper Day smut, where your friends and your staying the night at his. He gets a wet dream and subconsciously dry humps you until you wake up. You end up having to wake up cooper and tell him to fix it, so he goes into the bathroom and tries to but it's not working so you help him out by riding him until he comes. Also having to stay quiet because his parents are next door. Please I'm begging you write this😫

OMFG I LOVE THIS THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FIRST ASK THIS IS SO *chefs kiss* AHHHH!! BTW I'M TRULY SORRY IF IT ISN'T AS GOOD AS EXPECTED OR EVEN GOOD AT ALL, I AM TRYING MY BEST!

A Dream Come True.

Cooper Day x Fem!Reader (Smut).

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You and your only two friends, Zanni and Cooper, had nothing better to do and it was a boring friday night. No one was throwing any parties, no one was going out and having fun, in fact, no one was doing anything. It was officially the end of the school day and the familiar voice of Cooper had broken into your thoughts of future plans for today. "Hey, uh y\n, school is over dude.", you smile at his voice and turn to him, "Yeah yeah, I'm not dumb, Coop." you jokingly act offended at his words, which creates a laugh between you two. "Hi y\n, hi Coop." Zanni says happily, you and Cooper greet her at almost the same time, and then you all start walking down the halls. "Do you guys wanna like, come over and do something?" Cooper asks as he looks at you and then Zanni, and back to you. Both you and Zanni smile at him and agree, you start blushing. The three of you walk with Cooper to his house and talk about all of the things you guys could do this weekend, almost like a group of kids would. Hey, maybe we could go to the mall and buy all the good cd's there." you suggest, your suggestion was met with a happy expression from Cooper and an excited one from Zanni. You all finally make it into the Day household, greeting Mrs and Mr Day on your way up to Coopers room, saying hi to Nathan and Natalie on your guys's way up the stairs. Making yourselves at home immediately after going into his room, you and Zanni had been in here like 100 times already, you always made yourself comfy and read what he last wrote or listened to his cd's or sometimes even looked through his belongings for fun. "So, what. are we gonna do now?" Zanni asks as she looks over to you and Cooper, "Hold on, I have some money in here and we can do what y\n said, about the cd's and stuff, I can get us slushies after or something.", and like that, Cooper goes to retrieve his cash that he had laying on the floor of his slightly messy room, once he comes bacm with the money you all flee to the mall. Once you, Cooper, and Zanni made it to the mall you run straight for the FYE, they always have cd's there, Cooper grabs an interpol cd and shows you, then he shows Zanni, his smile is so wide he looks like he could be faking it, but it's way too genuine to be faked. You and Zanni start searching for your own cd's and find a few, and Cooper finds a few more, and like that, you're all walking out. Zanni gets a call soon after, you watch her answer her phone with a sigh, " Mom I am with Coop and y\n, no we're not doing anything stupid, we're at a mall! Fine." she ends her call and puts her phone in her jean pocket, "Guys, sorry but my mom said I gotta go, can we meet for slushies tomorrow?" she says with a sincerely apolegetic look on her face, when Cooper answers quickly with a "Sure! See you later Zanni.", you just wave at her and smile. Just the two of you, he walks back to his house with you, he's all blushy and smiley this time. Suddenly, he notices how dark it is and you both run into his house giggling, maybe something inside both of you knew his parents wouldn't like it if you were late for a dinner or something like that. You both walk into Coopers house, making your way upstairs to his room you let him know you'll be sleeping over and just need to put on some other clothes, asking to borrow his. He smiles kind of shyly and just barely mutters out a "Yeah.", he's so flustered for no reason, but he's so cute that it doesn't even bother you. "Y\n, i'm like really tired today, so when you put on your clothes can we just sleep or something?" he asks. You answer him the way you have to all the time, "Of course, Coop.", he's always tired early on fridays, and it never bothered you to sleep in his bed, you had a crush on him anyways, so being close to him and feeling his warmth on you was more a blessing than anything else. Once you come out of his room fully clothed in HIS clothing, he gets super flushed and just looks you up and down, not noticable though. Now you do the parts you loved to do. You play his favorite cd on a quiet volume and talk him to sleep.

Now he's sleeping. You feel Cooper breathe behind you, and kinda hear it too, what a comforting thing to know Cooper is just there peacefully. Well maybe not too peacefully for long, because as soon as you pull some of his blanket near you, his breath hitches and he cuddles into you. You try to pull more blanket towards you, choosing to ignore his odd breath there, you fall fast asleep to the music and the small faint sounds of Cooper breathing behind you. You are fully asleep now, and feel something start moving back and forth on your ass, this doesn't bother you at first as you don't even feel it much. It gets faster though, and then Cooper whimpers, that's when you wake up, and Cooper does not stop, he keeps whimpering, groaning, and humping. This almost causes you to moan, this has to end now, it was making you to horny. "Coop." you loud-whisper at the sleeping boy, who now aches for friction. "Cooper, wake up!" you rock him at the shoulders with your hands, he actually wakes up this time, in full embarrasment and the boner he knows he has. He half tiredly asks about what it is you woke him up for, even though he might know the answer. You try to tell him in the least awkward way possible, "You, uhh, humped me in your sleep. You should, like, take care of your, situation. I mean that in the least awkward way ever.". He just blushes and walks over to his door, before opening it he apologizes, to which you tell him it's not really that big of a deal, even though it was, you felt lying to him would be easier in this moment. Cooper quickly runs down his stairs to fix his 'situation'. He thinks of everything about you that turns him on and starts rubbing his dick, he even thinks about if you were doing it to him instead of himself. Nothing was warking, he'd get close and it just wouldn't cum, he was taking longer than usual, and to you p, he was taking too long in general. You sneak downstairs and knock on the bathroom door, hearing Cooper and his breathy moans. Even though you know what he's doing, and how he is busy, you still hope he will just open the door. " G-Gimme a second y\n, I think I might be close.". Cooper is in need of help and he was starting to notice. He opens the door halway, with his shirt covering his dick, and his face being sweaty. "Do you want help, Coop?" you ask him, just wanting to help his raging erection, maybe he'll fall asleep happy. He pathetically nods and opens the door more, you sneak in you and shut the door softly. He looks so distressed it's almost sad, "Hey, it's ok Cooper, i'm gonna make you feel so good, ok, don't even worry.". These words alone almost make him cum.

He looks a bit less frusterated, he tries to cal down as you lower your lap onto his extremely erect penis. You tried to not be worried as you lower yourself down onto Coopers 7 inches, hard and big, although it made you want to please him more. "Please can you ride me, please I just want to cum, you're so fucking hot and-" you shut him up by starting ride him as he asked, up and down on his cock. Making Cooper go crazy, he was starting to moan, you had to cover his mouth since his parents were in the next room over, and you chose to bite into his shirt in order to muffle the sounds made from how pleasing he felt. Cooper keeps hitching his breath and complimenting you, letting you know he doesn't just want you for sex. You play with his hair as you ride him, going more fast than before. Cooper starts to get closer and closer, and he finally makes it into his orgasm, you are reaching your climax as well. You ride out both of your orgasms as he smiles at you while cumming more than he thought he would, he loudly groans "FUCK!" and then quiets himself as much as he can, "Fuck y\n, you were so good.". Making you smile as you felt validated by the guy you like that also happens to be your best friend ever. "Cooper, do you wanna be my boyfriend?" you ask, more bold than before. He answers happily "Yes I do.", then he sloppily kisses you. You both walk up back into Coopers bedroom, laying on his bed, you snuggle into his chest. "We should do that again sometime y\n. You were REALLY good." he says, with a blush on his face, still panting a bit from when you completely ruined him and the virginity you took. You smile at him and kiss his lips, happy that your first time was with Cooper. "Anytime, maybe i'll have a wet dream about you next time.". And you both lay together as two horny, but really happy, lovers.

[rindousbbg]

Hiii! Can I have a Tokyo Rev and JJK personality matchup?

My MBTI is INFP, I LOVE cats, snacking, fruit, anime, fashion, writing, reading, being cringey for jokes, satire, and Indie music.

I dislike witchy stuff, horror movies and the like, when people lie to make you happy, cleaning, raw tomatoes, and long eye contact.

Personality-wise, I'm rather Naive. Especially for my age. I'm very loving and sensitive, but anyone who doesn't know me will think I'm the most b*tchy, emotionless, dismissive, chick to exist. Honestly, I probably just need therapy, but I'm too broke for that. I simply struggle to be vulnerable around people that I'm not close to, but I always push people away, cuz how do I know if they actually like me and is not just trying to be nice?

I'm picky about who I'm friends with. Yet, anytime someone does the bare minimum for me, I get all soft-hearted, lovey-dovey, affectionate about them mentally. Not to their face.

I'm touched starved, but also physical touch scares me. Hug me rubbing my back, and I MIGHT cry.

My ideal type is a quiet guy. People say I need a sweet, quiet nerdy guy. Which I am MORE than okay with, but I noticed I lean more towards quiet, edgy guys that you can't tell what they're feeling, but that type may give me a heart attack. I don't like guys who think guys and girls can't be friends, who are disrespectful to other people for no reason, who dates for "fun", who can't compromise, or doesn't respect my beliefs. My love language is acts of service and I tend to go overboard often. Btw I'm black lol <3 Accidentally vented a bit

Here's your matchup...

You got....

Baji keisuke.

• okay first of all you love cats so instantly baji came into my mind.

• Baji would love to adopt cats with you. And being cat's parents.

• He would visually perceive through you, how much of an ingenuous and soft-hearted person you are.

• He would assure you or do some incoherently imbecilic things to make you realize he likes you. Since you push people away. He knows precisely how to deal. Though it would be hard at first.

• He would find it cool that you choose friends wisely.

• Baji doesn't like physical touch that much but infrequently holds your hand and sometimes if you feel low he runs your arm and pats your head.

• I won't say he's a silent guy but he's a nerd and failing school, if you are smart then please teach him.

• He's not sweet but his gestures prove otherwise.

• He's the type of boyfriend who's impulsive. You may never know whats going on inside his head.

• If your friend is saying something lamentable but sarcastically in front of you, he would just show a diminutively minuscule smile but inside he's already ready to burn your friend's house.

• Baji doesn't date at all, he is interested in that so dating for fun is a whole foreign concept.

• he might be a little disrespectful but not to harm others. He only derides people who are bullshit.

• He would compromise and understand you well. Might be hard for him at first but he will get the hang of it.

• He unintentionally does things to make you happy. He isn't even vigilant of it until Chifuyu points it out.

Here's your matchup...

You got..

Megumi Fushiguro.

 •Megumi would wonder why you are like this. Veraciously, Yuji and you would get along and then he would wonder who's causing the chaos.

• He would buy you books since you like them. Would listen to music with you.

• Even makes a playlist for you. And with some sweetest tittle. eg: "For (name), <33. Reminds me of you etc.

• He won't do anything that makes you affrighted or upset.

• Since you are naive, he would always look out for you.

• Will endeavor his best to comfort you even tho he is ineptly incompetent at comforting people. He's very straightforward and sometimes he would say some comforting words with the straightest face and then you burst out laughing.

• He would make you stop being hard on yourself and stick through thick and thin.

• Gives you the softest hug ever when he gets comfortable with you in a relationship.

• He is silent and most of the time nobody knows what's going on in his head but he's very expressive.

• Megumi is gentleman. He would do nothing to make you uncomfortable. And always putting you first.

• Would show his gratitude through simple gestures.

Hope you like it...

[lunalillyhbhb]

Lea's home

Chapter 4

The walk from college to Lea's home is a brisk 15 mins. It is sort of my cardio for the day, gets my blood flowing and engine back up and running after long hours of sitting/standing in lecture rooms. I used to love this walk, but as of late I get the feeling that someone's watching me...... following me. Especially today. My heart beat picks up, and I start becoming hyper aware of my surroundings. My pace quickens, as does my heartbeat, now pumping with adrenaline, preparing my body to fight at a moment's notice.

I hear footsteps close behind me, quick and agile like a cat, weaving through the roads hot on my heels. I turn on to Lea's street, thankful that her house is in view. If anything happens, her security cameras will pick up on it for sure.

The footsteps approach me quicker and someone lightly taps on my shoulder. Heart beating in my throat I whip around only to find Mirin, looking at me innocently.

"Hi! I saw you and thought I'd join you for a walk, but you walk too fast, it's hard to keep up!"

Oh. It was just Mirin. I clutch my hand to my heart, trying to calm it down before she sees the way she worked it up. She obviously sees it, with how my heart pushes my hands out with each thump. For a milli second I see a smirk graze her lips...? A smirk? From my sweet Mirin? No way. I must be imagining things.

"Hey Miri! You nearly scared me! I thought some creep was following me!"

"Oh yeah, sorry about that. I've seen you walk the distance, do you prefer walking?" She asks, smiling sweetly, her cute twin ponytails waving in the wind. Yes, this is the Mirin I know.

"Oh you know how it is, I keep sitting in my lectures all through the day. Gotta work my muscles you know, get my heart working, get some blood flowing through my limbs!" I explain, trying to not bring attention to the heart part.

"I can see that, I mean, look at how hard your heart's going right now! It's shaking even your shirt!" She says with a giggle. Oh my sweet, sweet Mirin. If only you knew the effect these words have on me.

"It does that sometimes" I try and brush off the topic.

"Oh btw, I umm-" she looks nervous. "- I need your advice." Is she in trouble?

"Sure! What'd you need? I'd be happy to help you!"

"Can you come with me to the maid's changing room? I'd like to ask this of you in private. Before any of the other staff come in." Her small perfect face and pleading doe eyes persuade me easily. "Sure!".

I follow her into the house through the back entryway and go straight to the changing room. Setting my belongings down, I begin to strip and wait for her to initiate conversation.

"This is really embarrassing of me to ask but... You see I ummm....." She's very nervous as she says this. I can see her small breasts bounce slightly, her heart probably hammering inside in anxiousness. I'm in my black padded bra, and don't bother putting on a shirt. I walk to her and hold her hands, telling her to breath and calm down.

"I won't judge you sweetie. I will do my best to help you, don't worry about that! Just tell me what's on your mind."

She looks at me with resolve in her eyes. "I know what's going on between you and our miss Lea." I freeze in my place, heart slowing down dangerously and thudding deeply, almost rocking me.

"What do you mean?" I ask as calmly as possible.

"I always see you stay over late sometimes and used to think you were working hard so I wanted to be like that..... so I stayed over once and tried following you discreetly. I saw you enter Lea's room and.... I overheard it all. Everything. I recorded it as well."

This can't be happening right now. She's trying to blackmail me?

I look at her face, trying to figure out her game but... it's still strangely nervous and anxious. This isn't what she's after. I say nothing and wait for her to continue, eyes staring straight into her soul as I try to discern her.

"I heard everything you both shared and...... I want that too."

I feel my heart stuck in my chest, I am speechless. There's no way I heard that right. My Miri definitely didn't say that.

"I'm sorry...what?"

"I want that. I want you to do that...to me."

My mind is going a 100 miles an hour and I'm trying to make sense of this situation. Before I could react, she peaks out the changing room and with frantic eyes looks around, steps back in and locks the door. Her eyes dart everywhere and her face flushes a bright red, and she begins unbuttoning her blouse. Her light pink lace bralette, barely holding her B cup breasts come into full view. I spot a small mole under her left nipple, clearly pulsating with new vigor. I notice for the first time her heartbeat in full view, without any obstruction, in its full glory, vibrating her small breasts with such force I wonder if her heart is bigger than normal.

She bends over her bag, her mini skirt riding up revealing her slightly damp matching pink lace underwear. She came prepared for this. She pulls out a beautiful steth and nervously begins to fidget with it, sneaking quick glances at my chest, which is already jumping, asking to be pampered.

"Please, please just steth me before the other maids arrive... I want to know what you feel like.... I want to experience you... I want you..." her voice trails off towards the end, her breathing becoming waspy and labored.

My mind switches on, seeing this young, sweet, innocent naive girl begging me makes me loose all sense of rationality, my heart takes control of me. I yank the steth out of her hands, grab both her wrists up and push her into the wall behind her, pinning her down in place with my knee between her thighs. She lets out a small whimper and looks at me with her beautiful eyes, her heart pattering inside her like a doe caught in the headlights.

With one hand, I swiftly wear the ear pieces and push the bell into her apex, and the sound of her jittery heart, beating away with 120 bpm fills me. Her eyes start tearing up and she moans, making small noises I never knew her to be capable of. Her tiny soft breaths stir up a deep, dangerous beast in me, my body starts feeling warm in all the places possible. Her heart kicks so fast, it's a fluttering mess in front of me, rapidly skipping with random pauses and skip beats littered everywhere. Her ECG graph would look so dirty right now, and it turns me on.

Her weak fragile frame trembles against me, quivering with every muscle. She looks at me like she's begging for more, and I gladly oblige my little princess. I let go her hands above and trail my fingers across her slim neck, feeling her carotids bounding and overflowing with blood. Then I drag them across her sternum and slowly circle her small mounds. Her nipples, rock hard now, peak through her bralette, inviting me. I easily slip my hand under her bralette and flick her nipple. She takes in a sharp breath and arches her back, pushing her everything to me, praying for more.

I unhook her bra and with one swift motion i strip her shirt and bra off her, showcasing the beautiful sculpture of a body she has. Her perfect neck, beautiful slender waist, divine mounds with erect nipples as pink as her flushed face. Her torso with defined curves, her abdominal aorta shaking her very core. She is beautiful.

I bring my lips to her nipples, first letting my hot breath fall on her, arousing her more and more. Then finally, I cave and suck her, like I haven't had a sip of water in ages. Mirin is barely standing, unable to contain her moans any longer and starts moaning louder, breathing heavier. Sweat rolls off like beads down her neck, pulsating with her rhythm.

Still focusing on her breasts with one hand, I remove the steth with the other hand and put it on her. Her eyes widen with anticipation. A once sweet, naïve and innocent face was now a panting weak mess, with carnal desire igniting her every move. Any and all hints of that innocence washed away.

"Just who are you?" I ask between gasps of air.

Her voice, dripping in honey answers "I'm your girl, your little heartbeat slut". Never in a million years would I have ever imagined such words to cross her mouth, and I feel a wave over euphoria coming. And from her eyes and loud moans, she was feeling the same, and I knew just what she needed to come.

My knee still between her thighs pushes upward into her wet pulsating mounds, igniting her passion more.

"My sweet little slut, focus on this, come for me like the little slut you are" I growl, stroking her chin. And then I push the bell into my chest. My pounding beast of a heart consumes her from the inside out, she buckles under her weight and heaves repeatedly, her fingers immediately addressing her sensitive clit, rubbing so hard and so fast to match my heartbeat, that she is unable to speak coherently at all. The wave passes over and with a moan of release she rests, hands falling completely to her sides, tears all over her face mixed with sweat and her chest rising and falling deeply. Her heart continues to hammer away visibly and she stays there, collecting her self as she listens to my heart singing away.

A few minutes pass by and we hear the maids room open. In a flurry, we both quickly change into our uniforms and tidy ourselves up. Looking presentable, we exit the changing locker leaving no traces of the wonderful event behind, it's only existence living in our memories and in our hearts.

The head maid greets us with a warm expression, unsuspecting of anything. Mirin looks at me, tiptoes over and whispers sweetly and shyly in my ears, "If it weren't for the head maid, I would've taken you on for a few more rounds..... pity, isn't it?" and skips away.

My sweet, innocent naïve little Mirin has in reality never been any of that. She's now my little heartbeat slut. The girl with 2 faces.

Mirin is exactly what her name made her out to be: a sweet alcohol, capable of intoxicating you if you aren't careful.

[these-emo-thoughts]

Maybe I'm reaching but like, hear me out (if you want).

So I originally thought that the Last Twilight novel (the book inside the show) was representing Day and the acceptance of his situation. The blurb is very telling of that and it makes sense from a creative point of view, as it is synonymous with the premise of the show.

Hello. My name is Mee. I'm about to fade away. According to the myth, only sunshine can break the curse Or perhaps I'm just having a nightmare Who knows? Tonight, when I close my eyes, all of this will vanish.

While we don't know what is going to happen at the end, we can gather that this applies to Day. He's going blind, it's obviously a hard thing for him to accept because it's totally changed his life - he can't play badminton anymore, he's terrified of being pitied by his friends, he doesn't feel comfortable going outside, etc. He's also not sure if he'll get the cornea replacement (he always says "when", btw, whenever he talks about this; I'm not as hopeful as I always say "if"). The book was also recommended to him by Aon, who knows what he's going through, therefore of course, it's meant to be a parallel about Day's situation.

But, I'm stuck on one line: "Only sunshine can break the curse."

I think that this line also applies to Mhok, and really goes to show just how similar the two of them are in their individual battles. While Mhok is not the character going blind, his life has been a shitshow. Parents dead, sister gone, unable to pay for uni, sent to prison for 6 months, drowning in debt, down-on-his-luck, no job, bad reputation... his life is "cursed", until he gets to work for Day. So, if that is his curse, then sunshine can break it.

Sunshine = Day.

Do you see where I'm going with this?

Day is in a dark place; however, little by little, with Mhok's support, he's slowly breaking out of it. By episode 3, Day is eating out of his room and walking around the house to get his own sauce for his food, and he's facing his fears by going outside to the university he was scared of returning to and to a busy marketplace while taking public transport. Sure it doesn't go smoothly, but he's trying. And, with Mhok's help, he's succeeding. What Day doesn't know, is that Mhok is in his own dark place because of his past experiences. And every tiny step to success that Day makes isn't just breaking him out of his "blindness" curse; it's breaking Mhok out of his "darkness" curse. He's learning so much from Day, whether it be purely from a standpoint to help support him further or from a standpoint of slowly falling in love. It's in the way he looks at him, smiles at him, protects him, looks out for him. Day is giving Mhok hope, just as Mhok is doing the same for him; they're breaking each other out of the physical and metaphorical darkness, so that they can see the light in their situations and overcome their obstacles.

The other lines in that blurb can also apply to Mhok too:

About to fade away: The hopelessness he felt after being released from gaol, with nobody wanting to commit to offering him a job because of his past.

I'm just having a nightmare: See above, about his curse.

Who knows?: Very telling of his attitude. Mhok is very "go-with-the-flow", nonchalant. He doesn't have solid, well-thought plans. Whatever the future holds, who knows?

So while the Last Twilight novel is a commentary in the show about Day, I think that it applies to Mhok as well.

Thank you for reading to the end, if you did. This might be incoherent rambling, but it's been on my mind since my 2nd rewatch of Episode 3. (2nd rewatch of lord knows how many by now. I just love this show so damn much).

[lemmilemura]

Heyy, would you consider doing a continuation for the Love Sucks oneshot? One where Janae actually gets the girl and Simon realizes that he has a heavy crush on reader (i'm so bad at this, i'm sorryy) with Janae&Reader friendship moments making fun of Simon and stuff. And maybe like, both Simon and reader staring at each other when the other isn't looking and Janae teasing them individually + Janae/Maeve pair??? ok thankss <3 (i really liked the academic rivals oneshot btw)

OH MY GOD FUCK YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I love this. I love this idea so much it's actually insane because i also was thinking of doing a part 2 xD I'm happy you enjoyed the academic rivals one <3

All kept gender-neutral Based on the show

The weeks after were... awkward. Well, whenever it was all 4 of us, nowadays it was mostly just me and Janae. Simon and Maeve did their own thing. Me and Janae spent our time together, listening to LoveSucks and complaining about our crushes. "I really should've noticed sooner. I mean it's so fucking obvious now! Of course you like Simon!" Janae said, sitting next to me on the couch in my garage. With my parents' permission, we made it into our little hangout room, complete with TV, couch, minifridge and microwave, everything you could ever need. "What do you mean 'of course you like Simon'?" This girl-

"Oh come on. You stare at him like he's heaven. Don't think I didn't see you when we were at the beach. I didn't even say anything and you went 'Not a word, Matthews'! People don't just say that if there's nothing there." She turned to face me, and I did the same. The couch was pretty small, so our faces were only a few inches, a foot or so, apart. "The exact same goes for you. I've never seen a gayer person in my life. If I 'look at him like he's heaven'" I do air quotes, "then she's paradise to you!" To others it may seem like we're arguing, but those who knew us knew this was how we always were.

"Ya know what, let's just agree that we're both down bad and will probably never get any and get married to eachother at 30. Cheers?" She lifted her drink up, I snickered and lifted mine up too. "Cheers!" The drinks may have had just a liiiiiiiiiiiiiittle bit of alcohol in them, and seeing as we drank quite a few, after a while my LEDs were thrown on and LoveSucks was blasting. Lucky my house isn't directly attached to another.

Nobody's POV

He could hear the music blasting through the garage door from where he was still down the street, the rapidly changing LEDs shining through the frosted windows at the top of the garage door. As he got closer, he could even hear what song it was. It was a classic, one he didn't quite expect to hear coming from you. When he got even closer, he was able to hear both you and Janae inside, scream-singing your hearts out to Katy Perry's "Hot N' Cold".

Simon was originally going to come talk to you, his day had gone kinda shitty and he hadn't seen you in a while. Whenever he'd look at you in school, he'd get distracted. When you'd look at him, you'd turn away the second you made eye-contact. He tried a few times to approach you after school, but you and Janae were always in your own world, driving away vefore he was even noticed. INstead of knocking and talking like he planned, he decided to turn around and go back home. He'd just have to try another time.

Your POV

"Wait what? Since when?" I was on the phone to Janae. I stayed home sick from school, but really it was going to be a boring day anyway, so I just didn't go. Though now I was regretting it, because Jane had called me to tell me her and Maeve had gotten together! "Wait, but what about Simon?" I asked. Hadn't hima and Maeve just gotten together? "That's the thing! Apparently he broke up with her like, two days ago? Well, they both kinda agreed to it, but he initiated it!"

"Hey, now you've got a chance!" She joked. "Oh come on, I don't want to be a rebound." That was the main thing holding e back from making my move. Eventhough, Simon was apparently the one who wanted to break up. "Well, anyways uhm me and Maeve kinda are gonan hang out after school, soooooo" Janae trailed off. "Don't worry, I'm not angry that you're going on a date." "Yeah but, that means I won't be able to bring you the stuff we did today. It's gonna be Simon. Though he said he doesn't know quite when today he'll be able to come over."

Simon wasn't gonna snitch on me, that I knew. Still, it was bound to be awkward. I was trying to avoid too much contact, that way I couldn't do anything stupid. I was sort of on-edge the rest of the day, since I never knew when he'd be there. I just hoped he'd come round soon and leave just as fast. It was already dark outside, and to be honest I had kind of forgotten about it all when he showed up.

"Hey, there you are. Thought you'd never show." I stepped aside a bit to let him in. He hesitated for a moment, then came in. "Please don't pay too much attention to the mess, I can't be bothered." He had been to mine more times than I could count, so he knew his way around. Somehow, it took him sitting down on the couch and putting his guitar-case onto the floor that I ever realized he had it with him.

He had never played for me before, or even when I was in the room, so for him to bring his guitar to my place completely unannounced was something I never expected. "Why'd you bring it if you're not even gonna play?" I asked, grabbing a drink out of my mini-fridge. "I... god this is gonna sound stupid but... it helps me... when I feel like shit. Like right now." He fiddled with his hands, playing with the pick. I had gotten it for him after all four of us watched StrangerThings together, it was designed after Eddie's.

"Well, be not ashamed, you can play all you want. I can leave you alone if you need me to. Gotta go to the bathroom anyway." I placed my drink on the little table next to the couch. "No, no, you can stay. I'm just... not that good at it." He started unzipping the guitar case and getting set up. "Better than me, for sure. Never even touched one." The bathroom wasn't far from the garage, but I stayed a little longer, simply to try and freshen myself up a bit.

I could hear it playing through the door, but I couldn't quite understand the lyrics quite yet. The couch faced away from the door, so he didn't see or hear me enter. It barely took a second for me to freeze in place, unable to move and even forgetting to breathe for a few seconds when I heard it. He wasn't just playing... he was singing too. Did I expect it? Fuck no. Did I like it? Fuck yes I did. Somehow it was possible for me to fall even more for him, eventhough he was inlove with Maeve, or atleast used to be.

Everything else seemed to disappear, as cheesy and stupid as that may sound. I was just so taken aback by everything. I very very slowly and quietly closed the door behind me, trying to not ruin the moment. I was just so torn over everything. Yes I really really liked Simon, but also his situation was still so new and- I just managed to catch the end of the song. As soon as he was done I started clapping. Seemed he hadn't noticed me before, because he almost threw his guitar across the room and jumped up atleast a foot.

"Sorry. I just... didn't wanna interupt. You seemed... really into it." I sat down on the couch and took a sip from my drink. "I dunno..." We fell silent. "I'm just... not doing great. Dunno if Janae told you, but me and Maeve kinda... broke up." He absent-mindedly fiddled with the strings, a pluck or two sounding off every once in a while. "I heard. You doin' okay tho?" He wasn't usually this quiet, always giving snarky remarcs. "I guess? I dunno... just, kinda... confused. Conflicted. Dunno what to do." I dunno how or why but, listening to him talk about his feelins fror Maeve just... made me snap.

"I know I really shouldn't be the person to tell you this but you need to get over her! Yes you and Maeve made out at Jake's party but she's in a relationship with Janae and very clearly over you! So what you need to do is ignore those feelings and push them incredibly deep down into yourself where you'll forget they exist, but oh no! Everytime you see her you're reminded of them and in the end you'll never really be over her and I know this for a fact because it's been a year and I'm still not over you!" The last part I wasn't intending to let out, but I wasn't able to stop myself. "A fucking year, Simon. I've been in love with you for a year and I just have to watch you gawk after Maeve and pretend everything is fine when it obviously isn't. And you showing up here and complaining about how you still like Maeve and then playing fucking 'I can't help falling in love with you' just makes this all worse!"

Simon was definitely taken aback by my sudden burst, I usually kept my anger in check, and if not then it was while playing video games, and that'S never that serious. "Wait." He shook his head and set his guitar aside, then turned to me.

"The whole reason I was trying to get with Maeve was to forget you! I was convinced you and Janae had something going, just the way you two always hang out and are basically inseperable. So you're telling me this whole time I could've just told you and this whole thing would've been avoided?" He seemed shocked out of his mind. "But you were dating Maeve! YOU JUST GOT WITH HER TO FORGET ABOUT ME? YOU JUST FUCKING USED HER?" I was screaming now, tears pricking my eyes and threatening to spill. Anger, sadness, regret. "No I wasn't! I did like her! She's a great girl! Just hear me out."

I had to calm down. I tried to calm down. I knew if I didn't I'd just hurt us both. But now more than ever it seemed like the hardest thing to do. "Just get out" I said, turning away from him. "What? (Y/N), listen-" "I said, get out!" He stood still. "Please. Please just leave. Leave me alone." I started heading out and to my room, leaving him behind. I just went up the stairs and waited until he was gone. "I'm sorry... See you at school. Hope you feel better soon." was all he said before I heard the door open and close again.

So much weight fell on my shoulders. I felt miserable. I started crying and slid to the floor.

A few more sick days could't hurt...

[fractoluminescence]

So I still haven't found what I was looking for but here are some things I HAVE found

The one and only fursona(?) I ever created (accidentally. Drew the picture on the bottom left and felt a strong sense of kinship with it. It is both me and not me): the cowdog (not to be confused with the dogcow, that's an entirely different thing and isn't mine)

Fursona with a question mark because I don't know whether it counts if it's not anthropomorphic?

Fun fact: According to another doodle I found, it goes "moof". It/he

A poem that strangely kinda rocks (also from my late middle/high school days) WITH a melody (not gonna try playing it because parents asleep rn but will have to try to see what it sounds like lol)

The "Set the Clock" poem. Not sure if I've copied it anywhere else, so gonna keep an eye on this. This one I explicitly remember writing in high school

Some draft of "Rose Red Dew". I have better copies of this though pretty sure, so not really important to keep, but fun nonetheless

Some short story I wrote? Double-sided, don't remember the details, but it was in part about playing piano, and maybe grief? That sounds like middle school me, but might be wrong

Some other poem of mine, this one about moving too many times as a kid. Since it's such a mess to read, here is an excerpt that was my favorite from what I recall (with one revision from current me):

I was like a lost hiker Clambering inside Open-doored houses Gripping the backbone Of some windy mountain chain

And so I dreamt Of building a world On the inside of my mind Where lost souls could go For shelter and rest Just as I had taken shelter Inside other minds

Another poem of mine. I had just learned about stresses I think lol

A bunch of maps of Karakura?? Like I know why I have these but still find it funny (not sure if these are official or not btw, can't remember)

Random one-time OCs (with flower names for some reason, and random excerpts from poems of mine)

(Part 1 because I'm not done)

[zooone]

yamyam is back, writers block still hitting me. NOOOOOOOOOO

the idea I had all day was kissing under the mistletoe cause 8 DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS???? (I just woke up with christmas spirit inside me)

cause I've been brainstorming, I've been thinking and under the mistletoe is one of the things that popped into my mind

the idea is just so cute

imagine, in wils house with friends, placing the mistletoe for fun (or rather, tommy convinced you to??)

boom you bump into wilbur and mistletoe is right there and romance, kiss on the lips and tommy laughs and says "go get a room!"

the idea is so sweet to me (cupioromantic feelings.. )

another idea is diy ornaments with wil?? (it went absolutely wrong.)

so picture you and wil making diy ornaments and drawing each other.

wil SPILLS the paint and it gets all over the table and he laughs like it isn't every where and places a dot of red paint on your face. it's messy but sweet.

(I'd be the one spilling the paint smh)

the last idea my wrinkled brain (I'm sorry) had was.. gifting each other presents!!

it's also so cute if you got each other the same present, like you got eachother the same sweater, or vinyl, or RAHH it's just do sweet!

anddd now I'm gonna eat, I just woke up (it's 11:10, yes I wake up late)

BYEBYE

★

UGHHH i was gonna make a fic about wil and christmas but its an actual snooze fest and writers block is so unfortunately real. idk maybe ill try to finish it but its really boring so idk if people would like it

BUT IMAGINEEEE WILBUR . IS THE ONE WHO PLACED IT ?? and ofc hes super tall hehehe so he hung it where no one could see and he just waited patiently (not patiently) to "accidentally" bump into you

and hes just "look :3 look we're under the mistletoe :3 u know what that means :3"

oh im so sick i love silly men

and the second one is so ?!2!! he places a little red dot on your nose and you put a little red dot on his . and it just keeps going until both of you are running around the house with paint over your palms trying to get each other

and the third one ??? i think that he absolutely sucks at giving gifts but since its so special to you he HAS to make it right and perfect. he knows you like the back of his hand but he's asking a ton of questions about what you like and what you don't like just so that he can give the best gift ever

and he has no clue how to wrap it btw. hes so upset cuz its all crumpled

[weird-dere-writes]

Good morning! I love you💖

I am humbly requesting more Ichidere lore please. 🙏🏾

Where do you guys live?

Do you have any pets?

Who cooks more?

Who cleans more?

Do you guys want babiessss?

I need to know MORE.

Good morrow, Sunflower :3 🫶🏾💛💛💛

I would love to talk about more Ichidere lore with u uwu <3.

Where do you guys live?

We live in a nice house in Japan with a gate in the front. It's a large one story abode with a pretty garden. It is quite licherally this house, but i hate the front of that house so we're gonna pretend the outside looks like the one below.

also below are a few photos from angles not included in the link :3

Do you have any pets?

To be honest I never really thought about this one before 👀. But i think it would be nice to have at least one owo. And y'know what our pet would be??? A HEDGEHOG. Specifically an African Pygmy Hedgehog (the ones people have as pets!). THEY ARE MY FAVORITE LITTLE GUYS EVER!! 🥺🦔

(if i could have one as a pet irl i SO would, but it is not allowed in my state RIP).

Look at these little GUYS!!!! LOOK AT HIM STANCE :((((( <3

AND IF I GOT AN ALBINO HEDGIE AND NAMED HIM KATSUKI???? FUSSY LITTLE DUDE WHO HISSES A LOT??? (Their hisses are literally just aggressive sniffing btw lmao they are SOOOOOO cute)

LOOK AT HIM EEP 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺. And hedgie snores are so fuckin adorable 😭

Who cooks more?

I'd say we come pretty close to cooking the same amount! But I think I cook just sliiiiightly more. Also I do some baking, which he doesn't tend to do owo.

But I like the idea of us spending time in the kitchen together <3

Like maybe sometimes he'll help me bake or we both experiment when making a meal together.

I also also looooove the idea of him teaching me how to make more Japanese or Asian foods! Since, coming from America, I of course grew up making more western foods and Americanized Asian foods.

AUGH imagining his first time trying so many of the foods I love. Like Black soul foods I grew up eating 🥺. And he just loves them so much. So when the seasons are right we work together to go hunting for the needed ingredients which aren't as easy to come by in Japan 🥺🥺🥺.

Also idk about his spice tolerance but uuuuhhh... If it ain't too great we're gonna have to get them numbers up 👀👀👀👀👀 LMAO little by little uwu

Who cleans more?

We both clean, but I feel like I take care of the smaller things and let Ichigo take care of the bigger things if that makes sense?

Like I keep our kitchen pretty clean. There are never dishes in the sink on my watch. And I'm always wiping down the counters n table after someone eats. I also wipe down our sinks and mirrors in the bathroom with each use. Vacuum rooms in the house every once in a while.

I know how to clean the showers and toilets, but I tend to procrastinate on it bc its so much WORK, so Ichi usually takes care of it. Sweeping and mopping the whole house is something we do together, but because it's also so big a task I typically kinda avoid doing it for long periods. So Ichigo usually has to initiate it.

We both take care of the garbage, but most times I am gathering everything inside that needs to be taken out then Ichi is the one to bring it outside (bc i am a somewhat a germaphobe hELP).

As far as laundry, Ichi washes his clothes more often and I wash the bedsheets more often. A bitch will procrastinate the hell out of washing and putting away her own clothes AUGH. So Ichi makes it an activity we do together so it isn't as painful enourhnuiohbneiokr.

Do you guys want babiessss?

Yes indeed we do want babies <333333

Since most of this talk has been surrounding the proposal, they have not come yet BUT in the ichidere selfshipping multiverse, over the years I've been building it, he and I have come to have 5 kids in total :3

You can learn a little more belowwwwww uwu + mention of the kiddies (amongst other ichidere nuggets) + baby names! + Ichigo as a dad (amongst other nuggets about him)

Thank you for stopping by to learn more uwu. Your hunger for my self ship is so so encouraging for sharing my self indulgence <33333.

Kith 😘💋💋💋💋

[sukipershipper]

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Longest Tag: 131 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Happy Pride Month!!

Even in these times I think it's still important to try and be kind to each other this year, so let's try our best and be kind to one another.

Stay safe and have a wonderful pride month this 2022

Kia Kaha!

71 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

#4

Dumb Punch Out!! Headcanons I have

Aran knows all the types of Sailor knots you can know

Hondo 100% is a secret arsonist and has a lighter on standby for when he snaps

Macho isn't lying about his age, this fuck just likes to look like an old silver fox

On this note (stealing this from a friend heheheh) he has Latino blood in him too, though only Piston Hurricane knows this

Hugger is a Vet, he works with a few others in a small clinic in Salmon Arm

His bear Maple follows him everywhere, except inside anyone else's house. She only feels comfortable in Huggers house.

Aran also knows many shanties. His favourite is Randy Dandy Oh

Hondo owns and runs a small steakhouse in Japan. He doesn't stay there the time because he's got matches but he is there enough to be a very friendly and positive face.

Disco helps to write songs for his soul singer sister, Tillie.

Joe is a fashion snob. You wear twead I'm front of him he's gonna chew you out for a solid 2 hours

He can only bake and cook pastries and bread

Hippo is implied to have connections to Rarotonga, but it's a very vague implication. No one really knows what his DIRECT connection to the islands is but it's there

He can play Rugby and Rugbt league

He can also Sasa cause fuck you I said he can

73 notes - Posted May 29, 2022

#3

This meme template was bestowed upon out discord server...I knew what I had to do

(Original Meme Template by @torakubi on twitter)

110 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

#2

Mind: OK I promise no more buff men

Thank you Mind

Mind: Now how about a nice cow woman?

GOD FUCKING DAMNIT

161 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Soooo....we gon talk about this or no??

364 notes - Posted January 19, 2022

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BRUH MY TOP POST IS ALWAYS A SHITPOST HOW!??

[seungkwan-s]

caratblr secret santa again! (gonna give myself an emoji to make things easy so...consider me 🐻 for now, if you will)

i guess i also should ask if u have a preference for who the fic is about. i know ur a seungkwan luvr ofc but im curious if u want it to be a specific person or if u want me to just choose from your list of biases

and btw. u are reallyyyy challenging my writing skills!! i also love a little angst that turns into fluff and i love an enemies to lovers. but i am so bad at writing it 😭 at least i think i am. fluff is truly my main talent, i'd say. but for you, i shall conquer it! always ready to take on something new. but no worries, there will be a happy ending because i dont think i could handle not writing one lol

also i loved hearing about you, you sound so precious truly truly. also i love cows too!!! my grandparents own a farm and i think the most precious part is seeing all the little cow babies

i grew up watching criminal minds with my sister and ive been obsessed ever since. like i think ive seen the first 11-12 seasons at least three times all the way through. but yes i imagine its a fun show to watch with an s/o ! especially if one of you has really good reactions lol

hiii! that definitely makes it easier 💝

lengthy response !!

honestly i'm happy with anyone but my preference would be either; seungkwan, joshua, jun or jeonghan just because they're in my bias list </3 i have a HUUUUUGE soft spot for joshua (well who doesn't let's be honest....) 💜

AAAA i'm so sorry!!!!! if enemies to lovers isn't the best, i love best friends to lovers too? i wouldn't want you to feel pressured into writing something that's not your kind of style! i totally understand. as a writer myself, there are a few things i'm not the best at either 💀 so i want you to feel at ease writing something 💓

awww!!!! pls, you are so lovely!! my mum and step dad are currently in the process of basically redoing their dream house, they purchased a house but it was in a really bad state, the previous owner did not take care of it at all so they've basically stripped the house, took the inside walls and ceilings down and are doing it up their way. it's gonna look amazing when it's finished. the house—for some reason—had 23 different wasp nests (no wasps btw!! thankfully, i'd of run a mile) 💀 the previous owner also had a lot of greenhouses but he smashed all of them up and there was so much glass in the garden. it took my mum and i DAYS to carefully dispose of the broken glass (and what's annoying, is that there are still tiny fragments of glass that you come across in the garden 💀) the house is in the middle of the countryside, and oh my god.... seeing all the lambs & calves 🥰🥰🥰 SOOOO CUTE. i really want to brush the hair of a highland cow, that's one of my dreams 💘

oh it's SO good, i love it </3 whenever my s/o and i watch it, we always try say "oh he could be the unsub because" and then we give our reasons. i cried SO MUCH when emily "died" i was full on sobbing </3

i hope you're having a great weekend!

also i want to know, who your svt biases are!? 💎

[fulldreamsahead]

Meow Wolf Tokyo | Coelette

Last night I had a dream that I was in Japan and my aunt was there. We were having the usual old outs (she passed away years go). She was really judgmental of how I ate things, ect. ect. She had been living in Japan for work for a good minute, but was doing everything the most American way possible. She was basically living like she was in the USA, but in another country. Imported food, restaurants run by Americans, and a VPN to get all the US channels, yadda yadda. I was trying to push her to expand her mind and how good Japanese stuff could be by getting her to go to like places I have bookmarked. I remember there was this place that had banana pudding (Japanese pudding goated) and another that had this great ice cream which I thought would be good starters, but she got really irritated with trying to navigate the streets and ditched me (she never actually ditched me, but damn if that isn't similar to real events). Finally, I was like, 'if you aren't going to enjoy this country, I will' and she relented to spend time with me.

A new Meow Wolf had opened in Tokyo and I was STOKED to go! I had kept all details away so I would go in blind. I knew that wasn't her kind of thing, but she seemed eager to go with me since I was so excited about it. Right when we get there I tried to explain how it was a walk through art exhibit, but she wouldn't listen. I decided to just ditch her and since there was a ton of preamble stuff to look at. Before you even got in line to buy tickets, there was a whole arcade to walk through as part of the exhibit. This locations theme was called Coelette and was extremely French (I will write an essay on the Japanese being francophiles). I gathered from a few games that it was about a little French girl who had a troubled past. While I was playing the games, one of the racing games cracked open and some kids ran up and out from beneath it as there was a secret staircase under there and were yelling about secret passages back to the lobby before they ducked back in.

I couldn't wait to get to that part and I only had one machine left before I had pretty much seen everything outside. I played an asteroids style game where I was breaking apart what was clearly memories of Coelette's psyche. I hit some sort of minimum score and a video started. It had all these quickly edited together jump cut video of memories of Coelette's life and all the abuse she had faced. It was… intense. It kind of left me thinking about how maybe Japan went too hard and I got in line to see the exhibit. You got to buy your souvenirs from the gift shop while you were getting the tickets because apparently the instillation was made in such a way that when it ended it needed to end and going to the gift shop afterwards would interfere.

My aunt finally met back up with me and seemed in better spirits. I chose to get a pin because on my first trip to a Meow Wolf, I found one lying on the ground (that's real btw). I thought it would begreat to start a collect and got the themed one for this location which was this little white house. It was about an inch wide and inside it where these little gold watch pieces that could move when you ran a hand over them. They fit together just enough that they wouldn't fall out and behind them was the name 'Meow Wolf Coelette" branding, but you could never see all of it, only glimpses, which I assumed tied into the exhibit. My aunt offered to pay and I thanked her. We got out passes and headed outside to get into the exhibit proper. As we were about to enter, my aunt commented on what kind of museum this was and again I tried to tell her that it was an art instillation. I'm not sure she heard me or cared as we entered the doors and I woke up from my alarm going off.

[xylomane]

Thoma as your bf: Dom, teaser Thoma x fem reader

↪ Just finished some Thoma hang out and I'm loving this malewife. His the type of man that won't leave every single house chore to his beloved. He a good boi <333 A very gud gud boi <3 (not in bed btw) Anyway, I need to write about him. Am starving for content about this man. Also, this is smut. Be careful.

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Thoma is a man of adorable charm. A helper of the kamisato siblings, filled to the brim with an enthusiastic spirit and even with attractive kindness. Although most of his relationships are rather transactional, partly because of him, this absolute walking cinnamon roll chose to see your relationship as a more intimate one.

You see, Thoma may look like an average person on the outside but that's the only part of him that most witness. Those fated to witness the torrid pricks of his ruthless fire never would want to mess with him, a pyro visioned boy.

When you two meet up some time in Inazuma, he does this cutesy thing where he teases you and compliments you until your cheeks flushed. You two would feed and accompany the dogs and cats in town, enjoying that of the lovely breeze and the music of nature. Thoma also is really into touch so he touches you a lot. Many body contact.

There are times when Thoma gets all touchy. His the type of person to really express himself towards you with the use of touch. So he'll simply wrap his arms around your waist and hold you close while laughing sweetly at your jokes or smelling your hair. Even sometimes, he sneaks a little ear bite or an unexpected peck on the lips. He loves touching your hip and rubbing his hand on them. To Thoma, touching is his way of showing his most beloved posession.

Although Thoma doesn't resort to sexual moves immediately during the relationship, when you two have been quite longer together and finally knows you're ready, he makes sure to ask with your consent and also asks if you're comfortable on the bed. However, don't let this overly careful side of Thoma trick you because the moment things start escalating, you're not walking properly tomorrow.

Thoma loves to see your face thrilled and overly pleasured by his two fingers, stretching you out and teasing you by not stroking your clit. The tears that stain your cheeks, the flushed look on your face and the way you look so small beneath him, trying to squirm away from his grasp but also begging helplessly for more. Your hands were tightly held up by his other hand, pressed hard on the bed so they don't reach down to disturb his plans of playing with you. His underwear is still on and it makes you feel like it's a bit unfair that yours isn't.

"Come on my love, a little more won't hurt. Would it? You're doing so good, might as well add a little bit of challenge hm?" He says while humming softly at your ear, finding each breathless moan out of your mouth extremely arousing. That innocent smile and pure look he has on is not something to fall for. Just behind your thigh, you can feel his desperate erection. The way it looks as if it could penetrate his clothes at any moment now intimidates you. How would such thing fit inside you?

His two fingers inside you felt exhilirating and now he's about to enter another. The way they stretched you out so good but couldn't even rub your clit at least once is pissing you off. You feel so sore and tight right now. This is the third time you're cumming and he still hasn't put himself inside you yet. Why can't he just get there? You decided to push yourself down so he could get even deeper, that numbing spot not far off his inserted fingertips now when suddenly he stopped you and pulled his fingers out before you could even cry out another beg. Another wave of tears came streaming down your cheeks.

"Not bad but such a reckless move. You had your chance, sad to say you weren't able to get what you want so soon, my love." He says teasingly, your wet folds feeling emptier than before. A surge of frustration welled up inside you, you're starting to feel riled up. You need more. You needed him back in. "Thoma..." You cried out frustratedly. You're getting tired with your orgasm being cut off. This is not the Thoma you know but instead someone hungry but proud of seeing you as a mess his created. You kept chanting his name exhaustedly, in the hopes that maybe Thoma can keep it going and just numb you all over finally and for a moment it felt endless with Thoma's green emerald eyes mocking you until finally he puts his three fingers inside your desperate folds.

"Come on baby, you can do better. Entering you isn't supposed to be so hard, so I'm here to prepare you." He coos and at that moment you were expecting him to go slow but you were shocked when his fingers suddenly caught that numbing spot and continued thrusting ruthlessly inside of you. Your juices dripped out of your wet cunt noisily and Thoma grinned at the sight of it. You feel and look so good. "Thoma- Thoma- Th-Thoma- S-st-stop-" You begged, your insides clenching his fingers tight while the feeling of orgasm came crashing in and your hearing went muffled. Your body shook uncontrollably at the strong sense of pleasure as Thoma continued thrusting his fingers fast and deep into you while showering you with praises.

"You look so good baby. You're doing better. Your body looks so perfect. But not too loud now... we don't want anyone to ruin the session or else you'll be riled up again." He tells you as your loud moans penetrated the walls. He then plants a passionate, slow but romantic kiss onto your lips and your poor abused cunt goes tighter. "You take me in so good baby. You're so tight, poor thing." He teasingly smiles while looking down at your cute exhausted and overly pleasured face. You feel so tired but you didn't want to give up yet. You need him. One more. Just one last. "Thoma... One- m- more" You whisper to him before you feel yourself slowly drifting to sleep. You can still control yourself but you feel really tired right now. All the energy from earlier was gone but your body is still yearning. Yearning for him to fill you up.

He kisses your forehead and your eyes shut but then u feel Thoma positioning himself on the bed. "Thoma...?" You lowly cry out but he doesn't answer. You then forced your eyes to open after a few seconds of waiting for his response and there before you, is his cock dripping and wet with precum. "Please..." He says, low and different. His eyes looked up at you, expectant. His back bent down like a dog pleading for food. Its as if all the dominance he showed off earlier suddenly left. He's stroking himself now and his precum is dripping on your pelvis. Your hands, no longer unbinded, reached his hair to pull him closer until his tip settled close inside you, indicating that he should do it.

"You really thought it was that easy?" He suddenly asks, a smirk appearing on his lips. Before you know it, Thoma began to thrust, so deep and unexpected but he doesn't stop. He continued. Your walls ached and squeezed him tight and his groans were not hidden but loud and pleading. His ruthless thrusts were making your folds wet with juices and you couldn't control yourself anymore. You feel his hands grasp the covers tight as his grunts gave tickling hot breaths to your ear. Everything felt like a swirl. Everything was confusing, muffled, good, intoxicating, and high. You can't quit this just yet. Thoma grabbed both of your thighs, strong and tight fingers that promised bruises. His thrusts were faster than before.

"Thoma- I- I-" You feel so full. Your body feels sore from overpleasure. His drive is sending you to multiple orgasmic peaks at this point and you're beginning to see stars.

"Thoma- I- Give me- Thoma-" You can't even finish your sentence. "I'm close, please. Just a little more, love." He says and your moans get louder. The room feels a lot hotter than before and the sounds of your unholy session went past walls. Luckily, no one's home at the moment. "I'm cumming, baby. Take me in good." Thoma finally tells you, low and rough as you feel him panting on your shoulder, busy thrusting hard inside you and making sure you both feel satisfied. You feel another surge of orgasm as your juices gush out of you once more, your boobs feeling really sore and sensitive from bouncing hard and wishing for it to end. That is when you feel something warm and thick filling you up, your insides clenching again at the feeling of it. His cum was thick and many that you feel it ooze out of you while Thoma quietly pulled out.

"Baby... you're so beautiful. Wearing nothing and dripping wet with my cum." He says as he watches you, lying down tired and pleased on his bed. Your flower openly displayed before him to admire.

"I'm sorry I have to rile you up, my love. But what can you say if this is what you get in exchange." He tells you and you admit to him.

"Thoma... I think I can't walk tomorrow." You whisper to him with a smile as your eyes drifted shut, your hand still able to reach for his head to stroke his hair. "Not to worry my love. We'll just make excuses." He tells you with a kiss on the forehead, spooning you and resting a bit to calm down.

After a few minutes of rest, he prepares a hot tub for the both of you. He carries you carefully towards there and while you're busy washing yourself, his cleaning up the bed and soon is going to join you.

"You look so cute earlier. Helpless and breedable-" before he could even continue his sentence, mocking you for being a bottom, you nudge him hard on the tub. "Ow, that hurts." He says with a smile as he rubs his shoulder that you hit. "You better be careful with your words because I'm making sure you're going to be the one to beg for me Thoma." You finally say, ending it with one triumphant silence as you glanced away, Thoma right next to you trying to ask when it will happen. Seems like his asking for it afterall.

This took dayzzzz. Like I mean, daysss, a whole lot of them but don't worry, am posting a continuation of something soon, stay tuned ya'll 😭