#I’ll stop with the hashtags now sorry

[can-of-w0rmz]

Sometimes I remember that my sanity is actually dependant on a few fictional characters from 200 years ago, like not a silly haha joke but that I genuinely don’t have any other support system or healthy coping mechanism other than reading about and engaging in fan content for these fictional Victorians, and then I am like “uh oh. Goodness me. I may be in a bit of a sticky situation. A pickle, if you will.”

Anyway ahahahah something something humorous tumblr post as a coping mechanism ahaha something something

[daydream-draws]

some of my faves,,,,,

(click for better quality)

[vaperarmand]

have you seen her instagram story from a few days ago? gillian anderson wants to fuck david duchovny again (seems like it)

no because you KNOW that when i saw this i immediately started spinning out an elaborate web of possibilities including but not limited to a podcast that functions as a straight up tell-all or a podcast where it’s abundantly clear they want to fuck each other. like we are so back?

[sillybilly-room21]

i uh

i’m sorry to disappoint but i’m taking a break.

and while i’m gone..

how about we play a game while we wait!

like uhh like a game of eye spy during a long car ride

but instead the game is..

guess the exact day i come back to tumblr after i get my life back together ‼️

STARTING NOW GO GO GO

[ariasakka]

ANGRY SEX WITH NANAMI 18+

Someone posted saying they wanted an angry Nanami sex story so I wrote one! Thank you for inspiring me to write this story I’ve been needing more angry sex Nanami stories so why not write one myself 🙏

Warnings

18+, MDNI, female reader, spanking, smut, punishment, taboo, anal, dark agressive dom Nanami

All Nanami stories by me will be under the hashtag NanamiAria

He’s usually not aggressive often but sometimes he has to punish you for being a brat. 2k words.

Not a writer just write for fun please don’t expect this to be perfect or the most grammatically correct! Please don’t read or continue to read if any of the themes in this story are upsetting to you. Thank you. <3

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You’ve been in a bratty mood lately. Probably because your man has been working overtime so you haven’t even able to see him as often as usual. You’ve been teasing Nanami all week. Sending him naughty pictures at work. Talking back to him more than usual. Sending him videos of you touching yourself without him with the text “thinking of you” while wearing his t shirts. Going to bed wearing nothing having him come home late at night to see you sleeping looking like a goddess but not being able to do anything about it. Nanami is trying to stay calm and collected at your teasing but his patience is slowly slipping.

Today you decide to show up at Nanami’s work bringing him the lunch he had forgotten this morning. You show up in a black mini skirt, fishnets, a black long sleeve v line shirt, with some heels Kento had gotten you for your anniversary some time ago. Nanami was an absolute sucker for skirts and fishnets and basically any item of clothing that he had bought you. You walked in greeting him with a smile with the lunch bag in hand. Nanami’s heart practically stopped the second he saw you walk in looking so sexy. He couldn’t understand why you’d been such a brat and a tease lately. He had been waking up early to make love with you in the shower and still managing to do his house work duties so why were you acting like this? Little did he know you just wanted to get under his skin. You liked his dark side but didn’t want to admit it to him.

Kento

“Hi my love, thank you for going through the trouble to bring me my lunch. I’m sorry I forgot it. You look beautiful today.”

You

“Yeah yeah, I dunno how you could’ve forgotten your lunch today Kento. I always look good.”

Kento

“My love why are you being such a brat lately?”

You

“Mmm cause I can love. Do you mind?”

You lock Nanami’s office door and walk towards him seductively. You get down on your knees under his desk and start to toy at his waistline. The two of you had never done anything at his work before. You were feeling naughty today. You can feel his erection growing at the sight of you. You can feel his eyes on your chest. Your breasts are practically spilling out of your low cut top in this position.

Kento says sternly

“Darling I’m at work.”

You

“Okay and I want you now baby.”

Kento

“You’re pushing my buttons lately. I made you cum three times this morning was that not enough? You send me pictures everyday to tease me and now this?”

You smirk ignoring his words. You undo his pants pulling them down just enough for his cock to pop out. You quickly sink your throat down onto him. He grips your hair and hisses harshly at you.

Kento

“You know what. Fine. I’ll fuck your throat but I’m going to make you regret this later. No more nice Nanami. Got it my love.”

You chuckle softly not thinking he’s at his limit yet. Oh were you so wrong. He grabs your hair harshly and pushes you all the way down on his length suffocating you with his thickness. He pushes his hips up and down with determination. He knows if he’s going to do this at work he has to cum fast in worry of getting caught. You don’t mind, you love it when he’s rough with you. It’s a side you don’t get to see often.

Nanami cums in your mouth within 10 minutes. You struggle to swallow all his seed with half of it overflowing spilling out the sides of your mouth. Nanami looks down at you with dark eyes and speaks with a dark sultry tone. Kento grips your hair tighter and demands you clean all of it up off of him. You do as he wishes.

Kento

“I’m getting off early. Maybe when I’m done with you you’ll learn to behave for me. Going to punish all the brattiness out of you sweetie.”

You

“Oh Ken you’re so cute when-“

Kento

“No. Say yes sir. Don’t say anything else. No more talking back.”

You

“Yes sir..”

Kento

“Now my love. Go home. Change into my shirt and greet me on your knees when I come home.”

You

“Ken-“

Kento

“Ah! I’m adding an extra punishment for you talking back after I told you not to. Go home my love.”

You

“Yes sir.”

You get up off your knees and exit his office going back to his house. You wanted to push his buttons but you’d never seen him this aggressive and dark before. You’d be lying if you told yourself it didn’t make your hole clench around nothing craving him. Maybe he was pushed past his limits. Usually you don’t tease him and be bratty for weeks on end. His dark side is exciting. You’re hoping he actually will ruin you back to submission like he promised.

Later when Nanami starts to unlock the door you rush towards it getting on your knees ready to greet him. Nanami looks down at you, a soft smile forms on his face, there’s still a darkness to his eyes though. He pats your head to show he’s happy you at least listened to him once today.

Kento

“Hi my love. I see you’ve decided to be a good girl for once?”

You nod

“Yes sir.”

Kento

“Don’t be fooled though love…daddy’s still not done with you. You’ve been pushing my buttons too much these last few weeks I’ve had enough. Come here.”

You follow him over to the couch. He sits down and pats his knee instructing for you to get over it. You do as he asks.

Kento

“Tsk tsk..how many times have you been bad this week darling? I think that’s how many spankings you deserve.”

You

“I- I’m sorry I don’t know how many times Kento.”

*smack* he brings his hands down to your bottom harshly.

Kento

“You didn’t address me correctly.”

You

“Sorry sir. I don’t know how many times I was bad sir.”

Kento massages the red skin gently for a moment before speaking

“Let’s just say you were bad 28 times. I think that’s a fair amount of spankings. After all I’m sure you were bad much more than that. But I can’t break you with just spankings that’s not all I have in store for you tonight love.”

You

“Yes sir whatever you think is best I’ll take.”

Kento

“Count for me darling.”

Kento continues to spank you 28 times as you count each painfully hard slap. By the end of it you’re almost in tears. You thank him for spanking you as he asks. He really wasn’t lying when he said he would make you behave. How you feel right now so powerless and dominated. It makes you never want to be a brat to your loving boyfriend ever again.

Kento

“Good girl. You took that so well for me but I don’t believe you’re truly finished being a brat yet.”

Nanami pulls your hair forcing you off of him. He rips off his shirt that you’re wearing leaving you completely naked under him now. He bends you over the arm rest on the couch. Nanami starts to undo his pants. You feel a harsh slap with his belt before you can feel the hot tip of his cock pressing at your entrance. You’re soaked. He slipped in so easily. He started to pound you pushing you down on the armrest harder and harder. You moaned louder at each thrust. You can’t believe how turned on you could get from so much pain. Or maybe it was just because you liked him being dominate and aggressive with you.

Out from the drawer next to the couch he pulls out a butt plug. He bought this the last time you were bratty. He’s been saving it for a time when you were naughty again and needed to be punished. He saw last time you were a brat that spankings clearly aren’t enough you get too turned on by them. He needed something a little more taboo.

Kento smiles darkly and says

“My love. I don’t think spankings are enough for as big of a brat as you. I have something else for you my love.”

He slows down his thrusts and places him thumb at the entrance of your asshole teasing you ever so slightly.

Kento

“You’ve never had something in this hole before have you?”

You

“…no..n-no sir I haven’t. Please Ken it won’t fit.”

Kento pushes the butt plug into you slowly. Devilishly watching as your tight hole accommodates to the size. Rolling his eyes back biting his lip at the feeling of your pussy clamping down on his cock the deeper the butt plug goes. Once it’s all the way in he resumes to thrust into you harshly.

Kento

“How does it feel my love?”

You

“It hurts sir-“

Kento

“Good. Now maybe you’ll learn not to be such a brat. You’re lucky I’m not cutting down your allowance aswell.”

Kento removes his tie and wraps it around your wrists tying them behind your back. He wants you to feel everything. He’d be lying to himself if he said this didn’t feel good. He loved letting off steam and fucking you like this. Usually he’s so gentle with you because he’s afraid to hurt you. When your bratty he gets to fuck you how he wants not worrying if it hurts you because honestly if it does it’s just part of your punishment.

After an hour or so. He finally finishes spilling his second load of the day inside you. Growling louder than ever before as he spills into you. At this point you’re fucked out of your mind. You’ve came at least 3 times on him.

He slowly removes the plug and himself before cleaning you up with a warm towel. Nanami starts to run a bath for the both of you putting all of your favorite scents and soap inside. You definitely deserved the punishment but he wants to spoil you after for doing so good at taking it. He grabs you in his arms taking you into the nice bubble bath with him.

Kento

“You look so beautiful my love. Will you be good now?”

You

“Yes Nanami. I promise. I love you so much.”

Kento

“Good, I love you more.”

Nanami places a soft kiss on the top of your head. He pulls you in close cuddling you in the tub. Now that you’ll be good he’s ready to spoil you with love and affection once more.

[pickingupmymercedes]

Bite-Sized Blurbs - Celebration

So, we have 500 followers!!

And to celebrate I'm taking requests for bite-sized blurbs ( anywhere from 300-600 words)

Request will be open from the 21th of June until the 5th of July (two weeks)

Note: Your idea might end up as a one-shot or be incorporated into ony of my on-going series. (My mind runs with some prompts sometimes 🙃)

If you want to follow the drabbles, they'll be under the Ella500 hashtag

Rules:

Only Lewis requests

You can combine up to two dialogues prompts (under the cut or send me your own)

Please give me a general direction of where you'd like things to go (and if you want it sfw or nsfw)

Dialogues ideas

“oh, now you’re sorry.”

“that’s it? that’s all i get?”

“i’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”

“it’s too late for that.”

“love?! you think i’m in love?”

 “snuggle with me.”

 “god you’re bleeding! how the hell did you do that?” 

“i smell something burning, you’re sure you’re okay in there?”

 “you’re so warm.”

“okay, mom.”

“is that a rhetorical question? you genuinely want an answer?”

“don’t ask me that.”

 “watch it. seriously.”

“you know you’re stuck with me, right?” 

“what are you talking about? you did just fine.”

“i’ll go. you’ve done enough for the day.” 

 “why do you always do this to yourself? i don’t fucking get it..” 

 “you told me you’d be careful!” 

“you just did that. you just did that!”

“you’re the strongest person i know.”

“you’re my favorite person.” 

 “what do you think you’d be doing right now if we never met?” 

 “babe, i love you, but we both need to get up early.”

“promise me you won’t hate me?”

“it’s you. it’s always been you.”

“you’re blurring your words together, time for bed.”

“I really like the idea of growing old with you.”

“move, you’re on my side”

“you’re putting me to sleep…stop.”

 “take another step towards me and watch what happens.” 

 “no one asked you to be here!” 

“just, sit down! Please”

 “why are you staring at me?”

 “Did I stuttered? I said i love you.”

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[bubblergoespop]

justifying why i should be the porter fan ♥︎

@plaqying AH THIS IS SO FUN thank you so much for starting this ilysm

oh my days i’m gonna take this way too seriously and this post is gonna become way too long please vote for me guys

1. okay first of all i’ve been obsessed with porter ever since he was first mentioned by name in the 2023 channelversary livestream at 1:58:41. you can literally see a comment on that livestream from me where i’m talking about it

2. porters symbol alone is cute to me like look at those lil pointy things and AUGH they look like fangs too bc he’s a vampy vamp

3. the man is a brit just like me, we’re literally MEANT TO BEEE and anyone who says otherwise is, as porter would say, a twat x

4. yknow that quotes thingy i do, under the hashtag #bubbler’s top quotes? well, porter was the first character that i did for it, i was literally inspired by porter to do it hehehe

5. i barely post about him on tumblr tbh, and that’s not the only way for one to show their love for a character, but here are some of my posts about him hehe:

6. honestly, just ask roachie (@mokozroach). she knows how much i obsess over the man. here’s some of my messages to her, some are a little NSFW:

7. i have a whole note in my phone dedicated to the man, where i put quotes, lore details, random facts etc etc. here’s photo evidence:

8. the amount of times i’ve watched any audio with him in has given me the ability to recite them perfectly from memory (yes that includes the summit audios where he’s not even the main focus for most of it)

9. thinking about someone else winning this genuinely makes me want to cry but it’s okay i swear if someone else wins i won’t go crazy i promise why would i go crazy i’m completely normal about porter solaire

10. honestly just this post like i can’t help but be dedicated to my man

11. porter is more than just attractive to me, he’s also INCREDIBLY FASCINATING. i could talk about him for hours and the only reason i don’t is because i don’t want to ruin people’s perceptions of me. i think this post might do that but oh well.

12. whenever erik mentions porter in any video in any form, i get flutterbies (butterflies) in my stomach. he just makes me so giddy ehhehehe

13. if i could choose between making porter solaire real and becoming a billionaire, i would choose the former. and that says a lot bc who doesn’t love money???

14. i’m an obsessed tier patron and i chose milo rebane’s card during the fooliverse month just because i hoped porter rebane would be mentioned.

15. i love men in pain. porter is a man who loves pain. another reason we are meant to be.

okay i’m sorry you had to read all this, i am gonna try to restrain myself now and stop talking about porter solairemmemfmfmfmgmgmg. if someone else wins, good for them, but i’ll never accept the idea that someone could love porter more than me.

[reidslovely]

Casual (Sam UTSL x Fem! Reader)

Pairing: Sam (Under the Silver Lake) x Fem! Reader Content Warning: Smut 18+. Oral sex female receiving, arguing, low-key gaslighting(?), ambiguous ending.  Authors Note:This may flop. Oh well. I know you guys are still expecting the last chapter of That’s the Price..it is coming I (loosely) promise! I’m about to start working on it after this. As always please reblog and leave a comment if you want love you! Also please don’t be upset I use tasm hashtags I’m just trying to put it out there sorry.

Her feet were placed on the dashboard of the mustang, heels tossed on the floorboard and her dress bunched around her hips. “Does it go back any further than this?” (Y/N)’s voice came out slightly more annoyed than she had intended. Sam, who was knee deep in floorboard, fumbled around under the seat trying to push the passenger seat back further.

“It should. I’m trying okay.” He bit back bitterly

“I wasn’t complaining, I just worry ab-”

“My leg is..” Her body slammed back as the seat went all the way back as he spoke. “...fine. No flare up in months.” Sam mumbled, kissing her inner thigh. His stubble tickling the soft skin there, (Y/N) rested her head back against the headrest. She just wanted to relax. The day, Sam included, had been so draining. From an early morning meeting, to the coffee burn on her thigh from a painful spill, and not to mention the sudden dinner with Sam’s mom that gave her no time to shop. She hadn’t had any time to stop and breathe.

She gasped as Sam pressed a soft kiss to the red burn mark on the top of her thigh. “You need to be more careful.” He laughs before dragging his lips down her thigh to her cunt. His nose pressed against her clit as he breathed her in.

“I need to find a job that isn’t just me getting coffee for old white men.” She says waiting for him to move.

“I’ll put you in my movie.” He said licking a long strip up her slit, his tongue circling against her clit for a few seconds before wrapping his lips around it. The conversation may as well have poured out of her ears word by word, she couldn’t think of a response. Her hands reached down to grab his hair pulling at the brown locks. Her eyes closed, her mouth dropping open as he continued licking and sucking at her clit like he had never been here before. His mouth traveled further down, his tongue dipping in her wetness, his nose pressed against her clit. The pressure pulled a low, tired moan from her. Her hand pulled at his hair harder, as she held back a laugh. Sam's eyes looked up at her, she knew he had a smile on his face, she could feel it against her.

He pulled his mouth off of her, his middle finger creeping its way into her. “Don’t you think you  look a little pathetic? You're spread out like a whore in the car, behind a restaurant anyone could come out and see us.”

Sam spoke with his normal cadence, low and monotone. But the way he looked at her drew her in, it was something so dirty like this would be their best kept secret. He acted as if this was the most public place they had ever done something like this.

Pumping another finger into her, he smiled his head dropping against her thigh watching himself finger fuck her. “You’re so close huh? You wanna cum?” (Y/N) nodded her head, swallowing her moan as he pressed his thumb against her swollen clit rubbing slowly.

(Y/N) came around his fingers with a small moan, her eyes closing and her head dropping to the side. “Fuck” They both breathed out, Sam pulled his fingers out of her licking his fingers clean before digging in the glove compartment for a tissue. She took it from him, starting to clean herself up.   “How was that?” He asks, “You look less tense now.” He laughs crawling over her and into the driver side. (Y/N) nodded her head, turning to look at him with a smile as she reached over to kiss him. It was a quick peck before he grabbed her panties from her hand, shoving them in the glove box.

Regardless of what had just happened, and however he looked at her in the moment, the rush of what they really were washed back over her.

“Casual..we’re  just casual.”

Was his response this morning when she asked if this dinner  meant they were exclusive now. Hearing those words fall out of his mouth filled her with less upset and rage then filled her now. A hot feeling of either embarrassment or heat rushed through her chest, and suddenly she felt like she was a puppy being used to make a Hollywood starlet look better.

Turning her body away from him she put her shoes back on, wishing she had her underwear to make her feel less bare.

“You okay?”

He asked, his clean hand reaching out to brush hair off her face. “You look like you’re gonna be sick.” (Y/N) swallowed the lump in her throat and put on a smile placing an undeserving, yet loving kiss on his palm.

“I’m fine.” She responded, opening the car door and stepping out. She fixes her dress, checking herself in the reflection of the car door, before walking around to meet Sam. Putting on a good face she took her hand in his and leaned against him as they walked around to the front of the restaurant. “She’ll like you.” Sam says his hand on her forearm. “Doesn’t matter if she does.” (Y/N) shrugs, her hand rubbing the fabric of his jacket. “If we are just casual it doesn’t matter.” “I..” Sam starts his sentence thinking of what to say.  “God. You literally take everything to heart, I didn’t mean it like that. You should know.” He rants, the annoyance in his voice prominent. (Y/N) huffed, pulling her arm out of his starting to walk away. Sam grabbed her arm gently, turning her to face him, his hands finding her face.

“No, no that’s not what I meant, I'm sorry.”

“I don’t wanna know what you meant.” She yells at first, lowering her voice as the sentence goes on. “Okay, you’ve done this all week. You tell me how much you like me, how much I have improved your life. But then you turn around to your loser fucking friends and say that we aren’t going anywhere and we are just casual. Your friends don’t even know my actual name, but I’m meeting your mom? Make it make sense Sam, because I’m really fucking lost. I have clothes at your place, I literally spent an hour looking for my favorite bra today at my apartment and I couldn’t find it. Do you know why I couldn’t find it? Because it’s in your dresser, at your apartment where we cook together, I clean for you, we’re we share a bed but no of course we are just casual.”

Once it started there was no plugging the feelings back up, she hadn’t cried like she thought she would. She didn’t even really have time to process what she was feeling until the words had left her mouth. The two traded dumbfounded looks, neither knowing what to say. “I didn’t know-”

“That I knew?”

Sam nodded, his hands dropping to her shoulders rubbing softly. “Or that you felt that way..I just thought you..we..didn’t want anymore than what we had. You never said anything, had you told me.”

(Y/N) could have screamed, it was like he wasn’t hearing her. “I have been telling you, for weeks.”

“Not explicitly, I can’t pick up on your weird girl hints. I thought you were just leaving stuff at my apartment to leave it.”

As she opened her mouth to respond, an older woman cleared her throat looking at them.

“Excuse me.”

Sam took a deep breath and headed into the dining room, heading towards his mothers table. He just dropped it, god she hated him so much right now. The thought of grabbing the champagne from its chilled box and smashing it on the ground was too strong. Instead, she closed her eyes and latched onto his arm, calming herself down, falling back into their game her eyes opened no longer glossy now holding a faux happiness. His mother stood, greeting her with a hug complimenting her dress. She smiled and mumbled a quick thank you, before settling next to Sam who was quick to hold her leg under the table. She caught a bit of the conversation here and there, adding her small useful remarks whenever needed. Thinking she was playing the perfect role of girlfriend.

“You seem distracted (Y/N), everything okay?” The older woman asked downing her third glass of wine, (Y/N) casted her eyes up to her smiling.

“Yeah, huh just work stuff on my mind.” She lies, taking her own big gulp of red wine. “She works too hard, she needs a break, my little journalist.” Sam laughed, his hand stroking her arm as it came to wrap around her. “Well I’m going out to grandma’s house in Long Beach next weekend and staying for a bit, why don’t you two take the week off and come up?”

(Y/N) didn’t know how to respond, truthfully she didn’t know if her and Sams…situationship would last after tonight's dinner. Before she got the chance to respond, Sam was already nodding his head in agreement.

“We’d love it to be a perfect getaway for us, it would be our first couples trip. What do you think babe?” Sam asked, his hand trailing down to grab her hand waiting for her answer. (Y/N) stared at him confused. “I mean sure yeah, I’ll talk to my boss about it. Couples trip, yeah.”

His mom smiled, and exclaimed something of excitement that she couldn’t understand. (Y/N) had already started looking down into Sam’s words: he had never called them a couple before. Is it no longer casual, did her words actually change his mind? Or was it just his mothers presence that caused him to choose his words. Maybe she was just falling back into his game, but that could wait till after dinner.

tags: @helloheyhihowdyheya​ @nymphonet​ @bxcketbarnes​ @sincericida​ @toomanyfictionalboyfriends​ @andrews-lovr​ @raajali3​ @ateliefloresdaprimavera​ @a-lumos-in-the-nox​ @megmehz​ @adhdhufflepuff​ @lunaleah​ @eevylynn​ 

[jazzerdoc]

FIC REC “FRIDAY” - combo edition. I’ve been tagged (twice now) by @xthelastknownsurvivorx & once by @cha-melodius for this share. Thank you. I’m behind. My apologies. It’s finals week. It’s not Friday. I’m sorry. I’m traveling and I don’t know what day it is. Also that made me miss the Wordle & stop my winning streak at 128 and I’m kind of upset rn.

Tagging @welcometololaland for the master list.

So now it’s TWO THEMES - the fic that makes you laugh or smile whenever you think of it & the fic that lives in your mind rent free.

THEME ONE: funny/smile:

RWRB. This fic is outrageous in all the best ways: a college au, it’s hilarious, hot, memorable, 0-60. Henry is goaded into being filmed while trying to squash a watermelon between his THIGHS and Alex is out of his mind before/during/after. It’s FULL-CONTACT, written by one of my loves, @clottedcreamfudge All I can say, readers, is you’re welcome. 🍉

I would add here that @stutteringpeach ‘s WELL, WE��RE NOT HERE TO FUCK DUCKS aka fuck study (already tagged by @xthelastknownsurvivorx ) is also on my giggle-fest list. 🦆

THEME TWO: fics that live in my mind rent-free.

BUCKLE UP. This is really hard, because several do live in my mind ALL THE TIME. I’m going to add some favorites by my favorites, but I first have to say that @rmd-writes’ TO THE VICTOR THE SPOILS & its prequel, WHAT, LIKE IT’S HARD? are definitely on this list but @cha-melodius already tagged it. They are genius and I do love me a good lawyer au. Below are all RWRB but one, but it’s RWRB-infused, so.

@clottedcreamfudge I could say A SPORTING CHANCE, which you know I adore, but I’m going to say NEVER DID RUN SMOOTH, because I’m obsessed with how the love story plays out in this reality dating show romp & the title is a line from my favorite Shakespeare play, A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM. 🌴

YOUNG ROYALS (w/RWRB crossover) fic by my sweet love @the-amber-fox This prince/rock star/Sweden/US epic au is lovely and fun and just a great way to showcase Wilmon’s love story. PERFECT CRIMES OF THE HEART. 👑

My IG bestie @cinnamoncoffees has written YR & RWRB fics (some FOR me & others I’ve helped with), but this one is sooo good. I think it’s her best. It’s a vampire au and I don’t particularly like vampires necessarily but it is soooo good. Did I mention how good it is? 😋 A SLIGHTLY HYSTERICAL VAMPIRE FANTASY MOMENT. 🧛🏼‍♂️

RWRB fic: you may know my lovey @cheesecurdsgravyandfries as the writer of extremely hot, explicit RWRB & SCHITTS CREEK fics, but did you also know she is hilarious and sweet? I don’t completely know why, but I’ll never forget this adorable and clever stripper au told from Henry’s dog’s perspective. THE GOODEST BOY, HIS HENRY, AND THE OTHER GUY. 🥹 (Fun fact: this is the only G rated fic in my list.) 😏

RWRB+: I’ve got lots more RWRB favorites, but this list of fics-that-live-rent-free-in-my-mind would be incomplete without @everwitch-magiks’ HASHTAG SOULMATES. This beauty is a fan fic must-read. It combines the best of rwrb’s contemporary lgbtq fiction and all the romance tropes. Genius. 🪐

Tagging @cheesecurdsgravyandfries @the-amber-fox @cinnamoncoffees @clottedcreamfudge @everwitch-magiks @stutteringpeach @rmd-writes ONLY IF YOU WANT TO. And anyone else. This was fun but it took a while. Also, please tag @welcometololaland, who’s evidently keeping a list.

[sickiebabytae]

If your requests are still open and if you have time, can I request a scenerio where a member eats something way too late at night (like ramen or something) and wakes up in the morning really nauseous? My brain is screaming either Jungkook or Namjoon but I’ll leave the sickie up to you! ❤️ thanks in advance!! I love your writing

thank you so much for the request, anon!! I'm so so sorry it's taken me literally forever to get to this, and that I kind of derailed a bit when it came to the original plot 😭😭 I hope this is still to your liking!

sickie: jungkook

caretaker: namjoon

word count: 2125

jungkook knows this will be a bad idea the moment he sets out the (six) ramen cups neatly on the table, but rational thinking isn't really in his ballpark right now. he's been feeling stressed out from their tour lately, and feels as if he hasn't been performing as well as he should be, so he thinks he needs a good stress-eating session to get his mind off of things. 

but as jungkook takes a step back and looks at the ramen cups laid out, he can't help but laugh to himself. "this is so stupid." he murmurs, pulling out his phone. this is something he thinks army might enjoy. plus, he's been trying to be more active on Twitter recently. he captions the photo with something funny and his hashtag before setting his phone down and beginning.

just as he finishes getting through the first cup and a half, lips already zinging with spice, he feels his phone vibrate against the table. he picks it up and sees it's a message from namjoon.

rapmon hyung: jungkook what the hell are you doing

rapmon hyung: I saw your post -_-

jungkook feels a sheepish smile spread across his face.

jungkook: … I'm eating my emotions

jungkook: :D

rapmon hyung: good god jungkook

rapmon hyung: this screams bad idea, you know

rapmon hyung: your stomach is going to hate you tomorrow :/

jungkook: ill be fine hyung dw

jungkook: we've got a off day tomorrow anyways, it'll be fine

rapmon hyung: you know jimin wants to go sightseeing tomorrow

jungkook: yeah, I know, I'll be okay for it :)

jungkook: please don't worry hyung, it cant turn out THAT bad

jungkook can practically hear namjoon sighing from his hotel room a few doors down

rapmon hyung: okay fine

rapmon hyung: I trust you

rapmon hyung: but don't say i didn't warn you

jungkook: ay ay captain

with that, jungkook returns to his food.

this was definitely a bad idea, jungkook thinks to himself when he's all done. well, mostly done. by the last two he couldn't bring himself to finish off the soup at the bottom. his stomach is already bloated and full beyond belief.

he decides to make light of the situation and posts an update to twitter with one photo of the (nearly) empty ramen cups and one selfie of him looking, very rightly, in pain. his lips feel swollen and his nose won't stop running and itching from the spice, eyes watery too. he throws all the cups away and shuffles into the bathroom, washing his face down and stifling a burp into his hand. he shudders and sighs. "you idiot, jungkook," the singer whispers to himself, voice thick. he pushes himself back out to his room and gets into bed. maybe lying down will help him digest, he thinks, all lessons he's ever learned in his entire life failing to come to him as his eyes start drooping closed. he feels like he's going to be sick already and he doesn't like it. maybe he'll just… rest his eyes for a moment. let the world fall silent around him. yeah, yeah that's what he'll do. 

against his will, jungkook begins to fall asleep, and he drifts off before he's even able to stop himself.

jungkook wakes up in the middle of the night, sweaty and stomach cramping. he winces and sits up instantly. "oh god- fuck-" he swings his legs over the side of the bed, but that alone forces stomach acid up that burns his throat as he burps. he places a hand over his mouth and cringes, swallowing. "shit-" he freezes in place with no idea what to do. how did this happen? he feels so much worse than when he did when he-

he fell asleep. a groan leaves his lips. he just had to have fallen asleep. his stomach is killing him, bubbling and churning. he thinks he's going to throw up. 

moving slowly, he shuffles to the table and grabs his phone. more stomach acid burns up his throat, swallowing again. he goes to text namjoon since he seemed to be the only one who was caught up with his shenanigans the night before and sees that he missed a message right before he fell asleep.

rapmon hyung: jungkook you look terrible-

rapmon hyung: did you really eat all of that??

jungkook sighs before reluctantly sending a text of his own, deciding to ignore namjoon's. he only hopes that namjoon is either still awake or won't wake up from the message notification. he just wants someone to know what's happening

jungkook: I feel sick

jungkook: really sick

jungkook: I'm really sorry :( 

jungkook shuffles back to bed and sits down, not wanting to lay back in case it makes whatever acid reflux is going on worse. he jolts with a hiccup and grimaces, untucking his shirt from the jeans he'd forgotten to change out of that keep digging into his stomach. he slips his hand in between the hemline and his abdomen to give it some leeway, sighing when it provides the slightest bit of relief. he knows he should get up and change, but he doesn't want to risk it. he feels like the tiniest movement will set his stomach off.

his phone vibrates in his other hand to jungkook's surprise and he lifts it to look at the screen to see namjoon having responded to his message.

rapmon hyung: god kid I told u

rapmon hyung: hold on

rapmon hyung: I'm coming over

jungkook's eyes widen, mortified already. namjoon cant come, he knows he looks a mess.

jungkook: no no no-

jungkook: hyung it's fine really

jungkook: I just felt like someone should know

jungkook: hyung-

as jungkook types out his next text, he hears knocking at the door followed by a hushed, "jungkook? are you in there?"

jungkook suppresses a groan and slowly pushes himself to stand, stifling a low whimper when his stomach churns in protest. he makes his way to the door, unable to straighten properly from just how full and in pain he is, and opens it with cheeks flushed with both shame and the beginnings of what might be a fever. jungkook doesn't know at this point. "hey, hyung." he murmurs. he can't bring himself to meet namjoon's eyes.

he hears the leader sigh and make his way in, warm hands coming to rest by jungkook's sides. "you idiot, come on. let's go back to bed. I'll grab you some clothes."

jungkook manages a few short nods, trudging his way back to bed and laying down in a curled up position, fighting back a grimace and laying his hand back over his stomach. he can vaguely make out namjoon shuffling around the room, grumbling under his breath. probably something to do with jungkook's clothing organization. or lack thereof; jungkook has always had a bit of an unorthodox way of storing his clothes while on tour. it's just how his brain works, okay?

still keeping his gaze averted, jungkook feels the bed dip next to him. he allows himself the smallest of glances and notices the clothes on namjoon's lap. jungkook can't help but smile; those are some of his favorite pyjamas to wear on hard days. he didn't know that namjoon had picked up on it.

"arms up." namjoon orders gently. jungkook reluctantly complies. he can't help but blush when namjoon pulls his soiled, sweaty shirt off, feeling embarrassed that namjoon has to deal with this. to top it off, jungkook shivers when the air conditioning hitting him, realizing belatedly that his bloated stomach is now on display and painfully obvious. jungkook finds himself wrapping his arms around it as quickly as possible and curling in on himself. 

namjoon sighs. "jungkook-ah, look at me please." 

jungkook shakes his head stubbornly. but before he knows it, namjoon's hand comes up to his cheek and tilts his head up, their eyes meeting. jungkook finally clocks just how welled up with tears his are, and he can see it when namjoon clocks it, too. "jungkook, are you crying??"

at that, jungkook feels his bottom lip quiver. a sob bubbles up out of him, unexpectedly. "fuck, I'm sorry-" he tries to look away again, but namjoon doesn't let up. 

"hey hey, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound like such a big deal I just-" namjoon sighs again. "you're feeling really sick, huh?"

jungkook manages a pathetic nod. another sob. 

namjoon gives a nod back. "okay, that's okay." he says; it sounds like he's talking more to himself than jungkook, but the maknae is too caught up in his self pity to notice it all that much. "we can get through this, not the first time one of us has gotten knocked down."

"but… the sightseeing… the others-"

"will understand if you can't make it tomorrow." namjoon promises with a gentle smile. "now let's finish getting you changed so you don't get more sick from the cold hitting you." 

it's been an hour and jungkook has yet to fall asleep. namjoon lays next to him, having already drifted off a while ago, snoring away without a care in the world. jungkook is extremely jealous. his stomach is still gurgling and churning and it doesn't seem to want to provide him with any relief any time soon.

slowly, carefully, jungkook pushes himself up into a sitting position, afraid that he might choke on the productive burps that keep crawling up his throat. he worries at his fingers. his breathing feels short and heavy and jungkook swears under his breath. he hates this. he hates being sick. arguably more than anything in the world. he hates feeling so gross and out of control and-

great, he's crying again. jungkook shoves his head into his hands and tries not to make too much sound. this is all his fault, and he knows it, and that makes the whole situation so much worse somehow; this disaster is a product of his own making.

jungkook's head continues to swim and swirl with thoughts, and before he knows it, something heavy rushes up his throat. his mouth waters dangerously, a sour feeling coating the back of his tongue and weighing it down. he's definitely going to throw up. he feels it coming on, and fast.

throwing the sheets off himself as quickly as he can, jungkook hurries to the bathroom and shuts the door behind him, hand clamped over his mouth. he crouches in front of the toilet with a few heavy pants, white-knuckling the sides of the bowl. the first wave of vomit comes out of him with a guttural gag before jungkook can even fully process that it's happened. and then another wave comes out. and then another. and then he's rolling; more specifically, his stomach is rolling. agonizingly so. 

jungkook tries his hardest to be quiet. he really, really does. but it's difficult to do so when each round of puke rips his breath from his chest and burns the way up his throat, eliciting involuntarily whimpers and groans and pants.

he feels a warm hand on his back before he registers the fact that someone has joined him in the bathroom; namjoon. jungkook can't help but give a choked sob. "i-i'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, I-"

"shh," namjoon hushes. "it's okay. just get everything up, it'll help you feel better."

namjoon's calm, deep voice helps some of the tension leave jungkook's muscles, but they quickly seize up again when he has to throw up once more.

after another five minutes or so go by, the last few filled with nothing but weak, unproductive gags and pants as jungkook tries to regain his breath, namjoon decides to make the executive decision that jungkook is done. the leader reaches over to flush the toilet and helps jungkook to his feet. "come on, let's wash out your mouth and go to bed."

jungkook gives a weak moan but lets himself be dragged to the sink, pliable. now that his stomach is left with nothing more than a dull ache, and waves of relief continually washing over him from the nausea finally being gone, jungkook is tired. so, so tired. he barely feels it as namjoon guides him through washing out his mouth and leading him back to bed, helping jungkook sit on the edge as namjoon shuffles off to grab a new shirt, jungkook having soiled the one he'd changed into from sweat. 

the boy is practically already out cold by the time he's been changed and tucked in. the last thing he registers is a gentle touch brushing back his hair and the familiar voice of his leader whispering for him to "sleep well, jungkookie."

[pardonmydelays]

felizusnavidad/744762582176514048/i-need-to-vent-something-stupid-to-you-real

(I’m ⬆️ anon)

I’m Romanian and was adopted by a white family who live in Texas. Of all the states… a hick one?? How was the adoption agency okay with that? Anyways, I lost my accent and can’t speak Romanian, and so, for that specific reason, fuck my life. Secondly, don’t get me started on them… I can tolerate the man but I cannot stand his wife! She’s so manipulative, belittling, obnoxiously overprotective, controlling, and disrespectful. (I refuse to refer to them as “mom”/“dad” and “parents”) It’s a long story and I don’t expect you or anyone reading this to understand, but I literally feel so behind on life because of them and their inability to stop controlling me and let me live my damn life independently. I have other reasons for disliking them, but I’ll stop here.

I am SO SORRY for the negativity. To answer your hashtag, ummm… I actually have no idea which celebrity! But yeah, oh to be adopted into a rich family lol and not ever worry about money. I’d definitely still work just to keep myself occupied though!

anon, i did not expect that, what- 😳

ok, now i feel so bad that i was joking about living in poland, i'm sorry. i don't know how old you are, but if you're an adult, i would suggest to move out as soon as possible. i may not understand what it's like to have such a toxic family (if i can call them that), but i surely know what it's like to live with controlling & overprotecting mom parents. moving out helps, trust me. also, i can only assume you were adopted as a child, have you ever considered learning romanian? that would be so cool. i also know absolutely nothing about texas, so i can't really judge (i can still bet it's better than my country tho).

[progressivleythin]

well well well

i’m alive still. 22 soon :)

life is better mostly bc i stopped caring and really really stopped giving my dad the energy i did before.

me and my mom are closer than ever, same goes for my siblings and i, and my nephew.

my dads still a crazy person and since the last time i logged in, he’s caused much chaos but the rest of us are learning to work around his bipolar manic episodes, and the coke.

i gained weight, lost it, gained again and now i’ve been maintaining but im gonna get back to my LW soon.

i had back surgery, grew a whole three inches, im now 5’8” and the weight looks different on me

no boyfriend, broke up shortly after my last post i think, i also lost my friend group through that whole thing and got used by another dude luckily not physically. hashtag still a virgin

now im just here, prettier, more fit, i’ve improved my mental health but i’ll be happier when im actually working and able to go off on my own.

i feel sorry for younger me, and in my heart i hold her close and nurture her, she didn’t know anything, she still doesn’t but she knows her emotions and how to articulate them now.

i’m gonna be a sophomore in college, maybe just maybe i’ll be able to go on campus somewhere, originally i wanted NAU but my parent were still crazy back then and i was scared, they wouldn’t speak to me unless they were yelling at me when i was leaving. so i stayed and went to online college, but i’m older now and i want to be like the other people my age, i don’t like feeling so small around them. if i was an outcast before you can imagine now lol but it’s no pity party, just me promising i’ll do it.

my sister is still golden, i had a car then she sold hers and has had mine for a year, no plans on giving it back but still gives me shit about having no license, she also crashed it, broke the radio, puts her two gigantic dogs in it, and i’m sure she tells others i don’t even drive while ironically it’s been in her possession, she doesn’t even visit home to let me get a chance to drive. our relationship is as thin as string currently. i don’t bother messaging or texting her and her with me, some tiktoks, and after my surgery we were close.

i had two jobs while gone, both went to shit one i got covid, the other was family gossip. And now it’s just difficult to find a job, still no friends, i know people but i don’t reach out and neither do they

i don’t care about those things anymore, im just existing and my focus is being fit and thin, pretty and employed.

then i’ll move onto the other worries.

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[artcalledtattoo]

I Choose, I chose

Equality amongst the people and away from home Workplace

You work, you see me work, let’s work for a standard together

All public water drinking available and standards of human consumption quality

Not conglomerates packaged water

Citizens pay taxes

Give a ride to a stranger, without feeling a need to protect thyself but near hand an opened knife for the just in case, but afterwards to no evil, my head carried on to, stranger dropping I lost my keys mojo & stealing my ride or evade my home later by an app, he didn’t speak English well, called me friend at least five times during ride. I chose because of 29 degree weather, no mischief malicious ride.

We all human, no special ones, all designed to be great, apparent body & soul with a conscience thinking adapting learning & growing a continuation until Death not based on Money the new World attraction since a beautiful New World movie, mass business madness, since new country landing, all lowers required to pay taxes taken before a pay day for selves

All pay taxes

Enough subjects, should i stop!

I choose, I chew & chose

Not too

Aught not

Odd nut (a documentary on me)

The nut a pro-tein enhancer

For a better World

My teen days were terrible

I’m still pissed!

Next object subject, do I like it

My feelings dependent upon feelings

I’m out on a limb, rocking & listening to all surroundings like a movie (minus negative - I’m, damn it’s a Broderick) in classical and a beer drinking, my tempo slowing down, need a ride!

I drank them all, I couldn’t help myself but began with found (purchased, I’m a purchaser just like you we all purr sorry not pure) Paulaner Hefeweizen, I chose

The what’s available

I choose, i chose in an experience, playing into an experiment only known after Death

I sit drink eat think walk do

And sleep dream

I awake for the next of Me

Only the Universal Awe y’all Greek it God, will tell me if I got to

Choose or chose

If still in choice, I would really like afterwards to pierce through hole in the fabric of space and time and view my running planet and guide ones design ones provide ones build ones within the multi verse of our little known science

Human leadership a try but never a do conquered only try tyrannical all controlling forces excessive enforces the all wants of tragedies, keeps a lot of humans paid weatherly, insurance-ly also if gun person strikes insure all, gun laws so so so lenient, medically insured too, zero for uninsured, move to legality reality, stand in court 5minutes an hour charge

American Fraud Waste & Abuse

My Whole Life in steps through years

Need a continue, a more too come, sort a speak perhaps a

I chose a more lovingly approach

To all listening pay attention, now I’m speaking everyone

Love one another for a better continue

This place is absurd now

Watch News and I do •, there i am

I’ve chosen energy super

Wordsbymm

Artcalledwords artcalled to whatever I blog in subject next

Any out there waiting for wind

Natural as the sun we spin as it will spin from wind

A blog created next

It’s been done for months now if I’m choosing

To entice

Hashtag wordsbymm

Save point for continued ~sometimes daily but tentative on schedules, around the world viewing or lost in work the demands requirements of those in charge, breathe into next continuum of flowing the carves and rocks jagged edges~ reading

Your sitting, I hope, are you not entertained anyways

I chose to punch this by thumbs really

A unison together of my learning on a phone keyboard, I’m fast

Education keyboarding all A’s

And I pecked

How do they all do it

They chose

I’ve! Chosen not to add hashtags to below post!!!

I will :) written in ink on real paper I’ll now add a pic after I add later hashtags

I chose not to be pushed shoved or stepped upon

I’ll tell someone, out loud to all or to myself in my own mind, it’s the same or a parent

Or someone who will listen (for children)

And btw they should not have access to Tumblr

You Parent; amongst the below pecking punching my typing

Spring Soon Pool Soon Drownings end of winter beginnings! Or taught Lessons of

2022 and all years before it’s all in life cycles tangents of the darn’est of things

Just gander below dear adults

Sorry haters • don’t message to all my new Followers here, it’s grown

But I know I have readers

An abundance of ladies in clad follow me for

Pay here for same, same lip service ass cheek sometimes side boob & cute

Your kind most likely

Don’t pay Taxes,

Trumped

I choose not

Nor Republican placed on Biden classified documents

In the Patriot Games house

In a movie with Solo seen before for disruption of clarity, dirty means (memes) necessary, filthy leaders playing passed histories ie., see Ukraine and small dicked missile fly byes Eastern photo faces

Am I choosing nue news nope not give it up start rising up stand stills like photographs in a moving a turning World

I choose and tread grind land not suck & chew concrete or dirt the face-plant!

But have! Learned, I chose, learning always I choose not at furthest end of engine I’m not a caboose,

A choice, it’s a long one

Thank You for Reading through rethinking thoroughly present World Atrocity

Not coming to an end abruptly not a life in Monopoly but kind a

And just shutting off but excited from down below palming from love it grows

Nesting it inside just for a coming & enjoying one another

Forewarned R Rating

An A before offending below in posts

Read upon histories be present in the now really fucking think upon a future. I’m X’in now 74 gen or gem perhaps marker sparkles that thang that lets together take a look

Your choice

Doing differently

The world that nature, and the universe knows

We analyze Earth but certainly are not analyzed by a Universal body

I feel so shy and embarrassed for thinking

Their chosen

A choice I chose I’m here i born I did the choose in regarding decisions for written passages an experience of livin’ & lovin

I am a breathing and doing

Thank You All around going out in distances beyond my measure

I press two fingers in hate and all my love surrounds that, that enclosure of darkness

A love to spread everywhere else

To My End

[caramelmillktea]

𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

Pairing(s) : tattoo!artist!Vi x florist!fem!reader

proofread : Yes/no/semi

wordcount fic : 1.608 words

warnings : swearing

author's note : I have a feeling the vi x reader hashtag is dying slowely?? So I'm here to spice it up a bit. Anyhow I wanted say thank you for reading my story!! It brings a smile on my face to see y'all enjoying this story. This story has been so fun and comforting to write :)

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It was a Saturday afternoon. The sun rays shone through the windows creating a magical atmosphere. It was quiet in your flower shop, the only thing you could hear was the soft chimes of your wind chime. You could hear your cat meowing as she approached you. "Hey there whiskers" you squat down to her level and scratch her behind her ear. She meowed in response. 

You heard the doorbell chime signaling someone has entered. Your cat ran quickly into the room at the back. You stood up to see who your next customer was. A young slim pale woman entered the shop, she had dark blue hair and blue eyes. 

"Hi there Caitlyn!" You smiled and gave her a small wave. Caitlyn waved back to you as she made her way over to the counter. "What brings you in today?"

"I need your advice on something" You caught you by surprise. Has she really driven here just for your advice? She had your phone number so she could've texted you.

"Sure thing, what's up Cait?" God, you hated seeing Caitlyn so worried.

"I recall you saying that certain flowers have certain meanings" 

"Yeah, why?" You saw that something was bothering her but you didn't know what it was. "Caitlyn, hey…. Are you ok?"

"...My father fell ill a few days ago" Caitlyn's voice seemed small. 

"I'm so sorry to hear that, how is he holding up?"

"The doctor's said that it was just a fever but I can't help but worry." Caitlyn's gaze lowered to the counter.

"Don't worry about it." You put a hand on her shoulder. "Things will turn out to be fine. He'll be better before you know it. There is nothing to worry about."

Caitlyn was quiet before speaking up. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm just overthinking it." Caitlyn put a hand on yours. "Thanks Y/n." 

"Anytime" you gave her a small smile. "So, what did you need my advice on-" 

You were cut off by the front door slamming open, the little doorbell above flying off its place. You jumped and made a little noise of surprise. You and Caitlyn.

"Y/NNNNNN!" Jinx whined, standing in the doorway, an empty plastic box was in her fingerless gloved hand. "You promised you'd give me a batch of cookies around 1 pm but it's currently 1:01 pm. 

"Hello to you too Jinx." you regained your posture again. 

Jinx walked towards you but stopped in her tracks when she made eye contact with Caitlyn.

"Caitlyn." Jinx gave her a frosty look which Caitlyn returned.

"Powder " 

You could feel the temperature getting cooler in the room. They knew each other? Guess it's a small world afterall. You looked between the females before speaking up.

"I'm sorry Jinx, but a friend of mine is visiting me and I lost track of time. I have the cookies ready upstairs but first I'm going to help my customer." You explained "you can wait and take a seat on the stool right over there if you want to sit." You gestured to the black stool where Vi would sit most of the time.

"Alright, I'll just wait right over there" she points her finger towards the stool. "Goodluck helping out your 'friend'" Jinx grins and sits down on the stool. Her legs stretched out in front of her. 

"Now where were we?" You turned your attention back to Caitlyn. 

"I recall you saying that certain flowers have certain meanings correct?" 

"That's correct indeed."

"Is there a flower that means good health or something?"

"There indeed is. Should I make a get-well-soon bouquet?"

"That would be wonderful." You nodded and started working on a bouquet, grabbing the flowers you needed.

When you were done with the bouquet, you handed it to Caitlyn. "It's on the house Cait"

"I couldn't…" Cait humbling refused. 

"Please, I insist. When I went to piltover for the first time your dad welcomed me with open arms, this is the least I could do." Cait nodded and thanked you. 

"Send him my regards." 

"I will." Cait gave you a grateful smile. She turned around to leave but froze as made eye contact with the tall, athletic form in front of her. 

“Hey Vi! Here to sketch again?" You smiled but Vi didn't respond. Her attention was focused on Caitlyn. 

"Vi?" "

“Caitlyn?” 

“Y/n” The blue haired girl on the stool said. Vi and Catlyn looked at Jinx.

“ What? I thought we were saying each other's names. You two already said each other's name so I said Y/n.” Jinx petted Whiskers while looking at the three of you. Caitlyn gave Jinx a glare. Jinx ignored her glare and turned her attention back to Whiskers.

You looked at Caitlyn and Vi.6 You didn’t know they knew each other. Guess it's a small world afterall. Though you couldn’t quite figure out what their relationship was between the two of them.

“... I should get going,” Cailyn said after a while. “It was nice seeing you again…”  

“... Likewise.” Vi mumbled and nodded. “Thank you again for the flowers.”

“Like I said, it was my pleasure.”

Caitlyn nodded before making her way towards the front door. Vi’s pale gray eyes met Caitlyn’s blue ones when she walked past her. Vi followed Caitlyn’s form with her eyes when she left the shop. 

“Welp… That was awkward ” Jinx called out, breaking the silence. Vi glared at her little sister. 

“What? It’s the truth!” Jinx threw her hands up in defense.

“I didn’t know you knew Caitlyn Vi. Was she a friend of yours?”

“Oh yeah, they were ‘very good’ friends” Jinx giggled. 

Vi looked at Jinx. “Yeah, you could say that...” 

“Cailtyn was Vi’s girlfriend.” Jinx said as the cat escaped from her grasp, she pouted.

“Powder!” 

“What? What are you gonna do? Tell Vander I was being annoying?” Jinx said, daring.

“I don’t need to tell Vander when I can do it myself.” Vi said confidently.

“Oohhh so scary.” Jinx said sarcastically. “You’re gonna give me another lecture? Oh I’m so scared.”

“No arcade for a week!” 

“I don’t go there anymore.” Jinx retorts.

“Fine! no more.. tv.”

“I can always draw or watch tv at someone else's place….” Jinx trailed off.

“No more going to Ekko again for a week.” 

“What!? No!”

“If you keep this up I need to take precautions.” 

“That’s cruel, even for you.”

“Don’t test me” Vi walked over to Jinx. “Also what are you doing here? Don’t you have homework to do or something at home?” 

“Already did.” Jinx responded. “And to answer your first question, Toots here promised me a fresh batch of cookies.” Jinx turned to you. “Right Y/n?”

“Yup.” You shifted your focus to Jinx “Wait here Jinx, I’ll get the cookies from upstairs.” You said before disappearing into the backroom.

“Man, you should really get you a girlfriend like that Vi.” Jinx bowed forward, her elbows propped up on her thighs and her hand resting in her hands. “Imagine all the delicious pastries you can get for free.”

“Is that the only thing you like about her? Her baking?” Vi chuckled.

“No, but it's one of her many good qualities. I’d say go for her.”

“She’s taken and you know it.” Vi said.

“So? It’s time she’d get a partner who isn’t an asshole.”

“Language!”

“What?! I’m old enough to say words like that.” Jinx protested.

“Aren’t you like fourteen years old or something?” Vi teased.

“I’m seventeen, excuse you!”

You walked in with a plastic container filled with cookies. “ What were the two of you talking about? I could hear the banter from the second floor.” You chuckled. 

“Nothing important, we were just talking.”

“Yeahhh” Jinx joined in. “We were just talking.”

You looked at the two sisters but shrugged. “Here Jinx.” You handed the plastic container. “The cookies.”

Jinx’s face lit up and hugged the container close to her. “Thank you so much!!” Jinx went up to you and gave you a quick hug. Jinx stuck out her tongue towards Vi and blew a raspberry before leaving the shop. Vi rolled her eyes at her little sister's antics. You giggled at the two sisters' interaction.

“Your sister really needs to slow down with those pastries.” You laughed.

“I mean, she isn’t the only one who eats them. Hell, even my dad eats them too.” Vi chuckled.

“I just realized you never talked about your dad.” You said before covering your mouth. Maybe she had a reason why she never talks about her parents. “You don’t have to tell me of course but I just realized it."

"Nah, I don't mind." Vi smiled and sat down on the black stool with a loud thund. "There isn't really anything interesting to tell. Vander runs a bar called the last drop. Even though he isn't my biological dad, he is the closest thing I've had to a father figure." Vi smiled a little at the thought. 

"So what about you?" Vi looked up at you. "Why don't you talk much about your parents?"

You sucked in a breath. "Oh no reason, there isn't anything to tell really" your voice cracked a bit as you smiled. Your fingers playing with the scissors causing it to open and close.

"My parents are traveling a lot, they wanted to 'live their old days' to the fullest" You laughed weakly.

"Do you still talk to them?" You stopped playing with the scissors. "Yup! They sometimes call me every now and then, I believe they're currently in the Bahamas." You smiled.

Vi looked at you before saying. "That's nice." With a smile.

[dreams-and-drabbles]

° 🥀𝒯𝑒𝒶 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈𝓁𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓊𝓁🥀 °

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{Or how the boys come to tell you they love you. }

♦️ Cater ♦️

Cater gives you a playful shove, brushing his shoulder against yours. He offers you a teasing grin, before pulling out his phone, and snapping a picture of your surprised face.

“Cater! I thought I told you to stop doing that!!!” You say, embarrassment lacing your tone.

His gaze turns apologetic, and he offers you a bashful smile.

“Sorry, ___! I won’t do it again, I promise. Your reaction was just to~o cute, ya know~?”

Cater says, and you huff, shaking your head.

“Flattery will get you nowhere.”

You say, crossing your arms, though a smile tugs at your face.

Cater raises his hands placatingly, before speaking.

❝ In my defense, I’ve loved you from day one… ❞

His eyes widen, and his hand flies to his mouth, as he realises what he’d just said.

You stare at him for a moment, before giggling.

“And here I thought you were cheeky~! You should be calling yourself cute instead, Cay! That was adorable!!! Pfft!” You say, between giggles.

Cater looks at you with pink tinged cheeks.

“You don’t…You don’t mind?” He asks, his voice sounding unsure.

You stare at him, before grinning playfully, and lightly punching his shoulder.

“No dip, Sherlock! I’ve liked you for a while now. You saved me a lot of trouble with that impromptu confession.”

Cater’s gaze lights up, and he reaches for his phone, before taking pause, and turning to you.

You grin, “I think a picture is acceptable for this occasion. Hashtag just started dating, right?”

Cater returns your smile, bringing the phone up and snapping a selfie of the two of you, before pressing his lips against your cheek.

❝ Let’s make a bunch of other memories too, hm~? ❞

♣️ Trey ♣️

You and Trey headed to the kitchen to bake.

Surprisingly, there was no real occasion this time. You’d just been in the mood, and Trey had offered to accompany you, which you had gladly accepted.

It was common knowledge that Trey was a phenomenal baker, and if he was there helping you bake sweets, they’d turn out twice as good.

Not to mention, Trey’s personality was as sweet as the treats he often baked.

The two of you entered the kitchen, and you both immediately went to wash your hands.

You looked at Trey with a smile.

“Go ahead. You use the sink first.”

Trey shakes his head, “No, I came to help you out. It’s only fair you go on ahead.”

You stare at him a smile on your lips, “It’s just a sink, Trey.”

He flushes, “Sorry, I’m being silly.”

You shake your head, laughing at his reaction, before turning the water on, and taking his hand in yours.

“There. We can wash them together.”

You say, and look down at your entwined hands, before blushing furiously, and releasing Trey’s hand.

“Sorry, that was a bit too forward of me…” You mutter, looking away.

Trey speaks up, his cheeks red.

❝ If I may be a little more forward and say that I don’t mind, and I’ve liked you for some time now… ❞

You look at Trey, your eyes wide.

“Oh. Oh…Wow. Um, I like you too. I think you’re really cute. Does this mean we’re dating? Can we date? Are we a—“

Trey cuts you off by pressing his lips against yours, and you find yourself melting at the contact.

❝ Yes, we are a thing. ❞

No baking got done that day, but neither of you really minded that.

🥀 Riddle 🥀

Riddle stared at you, his brows furrowed.

“You seem tired. I understand the importance of studying, but ruining your sleep schedule will only make things worse for you.”

Riddle says, his tone softening the slightest bit.

You look up at him wearily, “If I fail this test then that will be worse. There isn’t a rule for staying up late, is there?”

Riddle shakes his head, sighing.

“No, there isn’t. There probably shou— Ah, never mind. I’ll be right back. Stay there please.”

You sigh, wondering what he had in mind. Riddle had changed recently, ever since the events with the Prefect.

You’d gotten to know him better since then, and despite his obsession with the rules, he was actually pretty cool.

Riddle returns a few moments later, with a cup of tea, and a strawberry tart in hand.

He slides the plate and cup of tea over to you, with a small smile.

“From my understanding sugar helps to stimulate the brain, and the tea should help you to worry a bit less.”

You look at Riddle, before chuckling a bit. That was such a Riddle thing to say.

“Thank you, Riddle. You’re not breaking any rules for this?”

You ask, teasingly and Riddle’s face flushes red.

❝S-So, maybe I like you enough to break a rule or two?! I mean you’re far cooler than the rules are… ❞

You’d been worried you’d upset him, but his reaction was actually adorable.

A soft coo escapes your lips, “Awwww, Riddle!!! I love you tooo!”

He turns away his face still red, “Y-You shouldn’t say such things so lightly.”

You raise a brow, “Then do your not accept my affections. Aw, here I thought we had something…”

Riddle sits up quickly, his gaze serious, a pout on his face.

❝ I—! Of course, I accept your affections!!! I would love it if we…had something. ❞

You grin, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Great, hehe! You know, I’m in such a good mood I’m not so worried about that test anymore…”

Riddle’s only response is a flustered squeak, as he brings his hand up to his cheek.

♠️ Deuce ♠️

Deuce looked at you, his gaze pleading. Tonight’s homework assignment was clasped tightly in his hand.

You sigh, “No, I won’t do the homework for you, but I will help you with it. If that is what you were going to ask.”

Deuce grins, “Thanks, ___ ! You’re the best. I want to get better at this subject.”

You nod, smiling.

“You want to be an honors student, right? Sorry for assuming you wanted me to do it for you. I’m just used to being asked that.” You say with a sigh.

Deuce nods in understanding.

“No biggie. I get that. I mean, I’m not surprised with how smart you are. Yeah, I want to do well for my mom. Where’d you hear that from? Does everyone know? With how my grades are…that’s kinda embarrassing.”

You shake your head, your eyes wide.

“No,no! It just came up once in a conversation with Ace! Not everyone knows, I swear… It’s just. I was worried. You and Ace, and the prefect are always getting into dangerous situations and… I’m sorry for prying.”

Deuce smiles at you, “No, thanks for worrying about me… I’m sorry I haven’t talked to you as much lately.”

You shake your head, smiling.

“It’s fine. I get that you have other people and friends. I do too. Want to start on the assignment, then?”

You ask, and he nods.

You both sit down, and you run him through the problem.

“Crewel is a tough teacher, but once you figure out the formula you should have no problems.” You say, writing out the equation.

Deuce watches you, transfixed.

❝ You’re really something else, ———. You’re really kind and smart. No wonder, I fell in love with you. ❞

You look at him, your cheeks pink.

“You…You’re in love with me?” You ask, your tone soft.

Deuce stares at you, his cheeks burning, before giving you a tiny nod.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry. I didn’t know how to address it and I didn’t mean to avoid you, but I needed to figure it out, and then tonight I just——!”

You cut him off, throwing your arms around him in a hug.

“I love you too, silly.”

You say and he nods, smiling.

❝ Then, I promise to not disappoint you!!! ❞

You laugh, offering him a soft smile.

“As if you could.”

❤️ Ace ❤️

Ace sighed, shuffling through the deck of cards. This was the third game the two of you had played.

“I never thought I’d say this, but weekends are boring. No one’s posted anything new, and everyone else is busy with something. Thank the seven for you, ——— .” Ace says, his tone high.

You roll your eyes, elbowing him playfully.

“Yep. Good ol’ ___ here, to cure your boredom. It’s your turn, Ace.”

You say, and he snorts.

“You sound like you’re advertising something.” He says, and you grin.

“Maybe I am. Hmm. Weekends are dull without company, for a single madol, ___ here will take care of all your companionship needs!!!”

You tease and Ace rolls his eyes.

“No, because then people will take that the wrong way.”

He says and you laugh, nodding.

“Fair, fair! Platonic companionship needs sounds too lengthy, though. Maybe I should just scrap the advertisement, hm?” You say, and he snorts.

“Yeah, then I won’t have to share my weekend buddy.” He says, his tone light.

“Aww, I matter that much?” You ask, and his brow twitches.

“To hell with it. You matter a lot. I love you, ___.”

Ace says, and your eyes widen, before you hear a loud shriek from the doorway.

“No! Ace!! You wanted to confess romantically to them! We got you alone to set the mood!!! That was so un romantic!!! Dislike and MAJOR unsubscribe!!!!!”

The familiar voice of Cater rings out.

Ace puffs up, his gaze harsh.

“You were spying on me?!”

You sigh, “Cater, dear. Please go. My boyfriend and I need to have a talk.”

Cater looks between the two of you, grinning, “Ooooh~! Have fun, then!”

He leaves, leaving you alone with Ace.

“He was right, that was un romantic, but I hate sappy shit like that anyways. Go out with me?”

You say, grinning.

Ace wears a shit eating grin as he responds.

�� You did already call me your boyfriend. ❞