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matt sturniolo x fem!reader

based on this request :))

summary: after dating for four months without having sex, y/n finally decides that she's ready to take matt for a ride

warnings: smut; established relationship; unprotected p in v; oral (fem receiving); riding; mentions of questionable consent (NOT with matt dw); dirty talk; 18+

notes: damn i completely forgot about this im so sorry:/ i've just been so busy over the past week or so it completely went under the radar. def not my best work (i wrote it all today), but i wanted to get it up because i'm going on a trip through europe for 6 (SIX???!!?!?!) weeks and will probably not be able to post much when im there. anyways i hope u all enjoy!!

p.s. working on one more fic that i would LOVE to post before i leave tomorrow, if not it might be a while before im able to write again :/ it's gonna be a good one for the matt girlies though so keep ur eyes peeled ;)

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“Do you want anything from the kitchen baby?” Matt’s soft voice in my ear pulled me from the lull I was in, curled up beside him on the couch watching a movie. My drooping eyes fluttered open and I couldn’t help but smile once I came face-to-face with my beautiful boyfriend. The late-August sun was setting, and it shone through the living room windows in just the way that made Matt’s gorgeous blue eyes almost transparent; a harsh contrast to his dark eyelashes and tidy beard. He was looking at me with such unclouded care, the way he always did, and it never failed to make my heart flutter.

Matt and I had met on social media about six months ago, and started dating just two months after that. Our earliest conversations online had consisted of occasionally discussing our shared interest in pretty embarrassing hobbies — playing Minecraft, journaling, and watching rom-coms to name a few — but those occasional conversations evolved into staying up all night messaging each other, multiple-hour long Facetime calls, and eventually meeting at a restaurant for our first date.

Although it hadn’t been long since we started dating, Matt’s soul was one that I felt like I’ve known all my life. Never before had I felt more at home around another person than I did once I met him, and his presence in my life gave it a new level of stability that didn’t exist before. I had dated a guy in high school for almost two years, but the quality in the time spent with Matt versus him was incomparable. I was sure that Matt was the person that I was meant to be with, and everyday he did something new to prove that to be true without even trying.

Another thing that I loved so much about Matt was that, even after months of dating, he hasn’t once pushed me to have sex with him. In one of our early conversations, I had told him that my ex had always made me feel bad when I would turn down sex with him. While him and I did have sex a few times during our relationship, I had since come to terms with the fact that I really was just doing it to make him happy. Once Matt got over his immediate anger for me, he had sat me down and told me that he could wait forever, but that he won’t have sex with me unless I tell him I’m ready.

That was months ago, and still, he has kept his promise. While we have done plenty of other things in bed, he has always made it a point to stop everything before it gets to the point of sex. At first, I felt riddled with guilt because I felt like I should want to have sex with my boyfriend —especially one so kindhearted as Matt — but over time that guilt has fizzled out from Matt’s reassuring words and actions. He never ever put me in situations that he knew had the potential to make me uncomfortable, and wouldn’t allow me to feel bad about it either.

Lately, though, I had been feeling slightly different. While before, I would squirm at the thought of anything more happening once Matt’s hand would slip out of my panties, now I feel a slight tightening in my stomach at the idea of more. And before, I would feel a certain level of nervousness as I felt the weight of his member in my hand, where now there is a flutter in my core at the thought of that same part of him filling me up.

Never before in my life had I felt any of these feelings, and I didn’t quite know what to do with them. I was afraid of the abundance of dirty thoughts that flooded my own head constantly, and I realized that I was ready for more, but only with Matt. I had been contemplating on telling him this for the past week, but as I watched him walk back over to me on the couch in nothing but baggy grey sweats — the black ink of his tattoos hypnotizing me — my body reacted in such a way that let me know that tonight was the night.

“Here, I know you didn’t say you wanted anything but I grabbed you a water anyways. I haven’t seen you drink any yet today and you-” I cut Matt’s rambling off by climbing on top of his lap as soon as he was back on the couch; wrapping my arms around his neck and planting a deep kiss to his pink lips. He responded with a soft hum against my lips before wrapping his own arms around the small of my back. I opened my mouth slightly before pressing it against his again and moving them in a slow but passionate rhythm. Matt quickly followed suit, slipping his tongue through my parted lips before using it to explore my mouth. I fluttered my eyes open for a brief moment and caught a glimpse of Matt’s most beautiful features up close — lidded eyes, flushed cheeks, straight eyebrows — and released a satisfied sigh against his mouth.

I ran my hands through his soft brown hair, tugging slightly at the ends and eliciting a soft gasp from him as I felt my body flood with arousal. His hands travelled up and down my back, his firm yet somehow delicate touch a comfort that eased my nerves. From my place on his lap, I could feel a growing hardness against my ass. This wasn’t uncommon, obviously, but in the past I usually pretended to ignore it pressing against me. This time however, I rolled my hips up and down, feeling it slide against my aching core. “Baby.” Matt’s voice was barely above a whisper against my lips, but the combination of shock and arousal was still evident in its tone as he grabbed firmly onto my forearms to hold me still.

I detached my mouth from his while still keeping our faces just centimetres apart. His breath was rapid, but so was mine as we stayed like that for a moment; wild eyed and equally uncertain. Finally, I repeated my action by grinding my hips against his clothed shaft; this time watching as his eyes rolled back slightly in pleasure. “Y/n, what are you doing?” He mumbled, clearly wavering between making sure I was okay and wanting desperately for more. I continued grinding my hips against him, my mouth dropping open as I felt his shaft reach my nerves. “I want you Matt.” I whispered, and I watched as his eyes widened in shock; pupils dilated. “What do you mean?” He asked hesitantly, brushing his knuckles softly against my arms.

“I mean, I’m ready. Ready to have sex again.” I blurted out, feeling my face immediately flush in equal parts nervousness and arousal as I waited for him to respond. His face was unreadable as he clearly tried to gauge whether or not I was serious. That was confirmed once he finally spoke. “A-are you sure? I don’t want you to think just because I’m hard we have to do anything, baby.” I felt his dick twitch in between my legs as he spoke, and it shot electricity down my spine. “I know Matt, but I really am sure.” I responded, running my hands up and down his bare chest and leaving a trail of goosebumps in my path.

He continued to stare at me, his eyes travelling wildly across my face; clearly still in a state of uncertainty. I, on the other hand, was growing more and more frustrated by the moment as the heat continued to grow between my legs. “Give me your hand.” I stated, and he obliged; placing his much larger hand in my own. I guided his hand down to the waistband of my sweatpants, inside of the material, and finally slid it against my dripping wet core. Intaking a sharp breath from the contact, I watched his face as it immediately darkened once he felt my arousal coat his fingertips.

“See? I told you I’m ready,” I leaned forward slightly, bringing my lips to his exposed collarbone and kissing it wetly. “So please Matt, can you fuck me?” The room stayed silent for a beat, the only sounds being our ragged breathing, and I felt fear begin to trickle down my spine; worried that Matt might reject me. Just as I was about to retract everything I had just said, Matt’s hand snaked to the back of my head, guiding it up from his chest before crashing his lips onto mine.

I deepened the kiss immediately, feeling a mutual level of desperation like a surge of electricity between our lips that had never been there before. Matt’s hands began traveling all across my writhing body — taking his time on the curves of my ass — before planting firmly on my hips where he helped them grind against his rock hard member. Breathy, almost silent moans fell from both of our lips as our bodies slid against each other, and the deep-rooted sensation was taunting.

Matt’s hands slithered from my hips up to the bottom of my t-shirt, where he toyed with the material for a moment before detaching his lips from mine. “Can I take this off?” He asked, glazed eyes staring longingly into my own. I nodded, and without a moment’s hesitation my vision was blocked for a brief second by Matt peeling the fabric over my head and tossing it to the side. Once my vision returned, my view was of Matt’s hungry eyes glued to my bare chest.

Matt had seen my tits countless times before throughout our relationship, but at this moment it was like he was seeing them for the very first time. Mouth slightly parted, his breathing was ragged as he brought both hands to my chest and cupped my tits delicately between them; pushing them together slightly and brushing a thumb along each nipple. I hissed at the feeling, and that seemed to pull him from his trance, as his eyes immediately shot up to mine. “This okay baby?” He asked, and I nodded my head wildly.

A smirk toyed at the corners of his mouth before he attached it to my left nipple. I released short moans as he sucked and nibbled it gently, still pressing my core against his throbbing shaft. I felt myself falling deeper and deeper into a trance that I had never experienced before, and it was like my body and mind had completely separated as I mindlessly tugged desperately at the waistband of his sweats. Catching on to my gesture, Matt shifted slightly below me before using one of his hands to haphazardly pull his sweats down slightly; allowing his cock to spring up in between my legs.

I gasped at the sight before me, only now realizing its true size with it between my legs and feeling just a tinge of excited fear trying to figure out just how it was going to fit inside of me. Shaking the thought from my mind, I collected a pool of saliva in my mouth before spitting it in my hand and bringing it down to his shaft.

Running my thumb along his slit, I felt his whole body shudder below me from the contact. I began pumping my hand up and down his length; spending extra time twisting my wrist around his sensitive tip, and watched as his mouth went slack on my tits. “Mmm, keep doing it just like that baby.” He muttered against my plump skin, and I continued to work his cock in my hand while simultaneously grinding my core against its base. Just knowing that I was making him feel good was making me feel good, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head in pleasure.

After a few short moments, I felt Matt’s hands snake to the waist band of my own sweats. My eyes found his again, and I watched as they searched my face. “You’re sure you want this, Y/n?” He asked, his voice gentle but laced with a huskiness that could only be explained as pure desire. I nodded desperately once again, feeling so pathetic but not capable of giving a shit. “I’m sure baby, please.” My voice had a slight whine to it, making my frantic need even more evident.

Planting a soft kiss to my lips, he grabbed firmly onto my sweats and began peeling them off of my body. I lifted my hips up slightly to assist him in this, and once I dropped them back down, I hissed from the feeling of my bare core against his cock. “Matty, I need you right now.” I practically cried out, leaning my body forward and planting nibbles and kisses along his exposed neck. The suspense was torturous, my body only just now recognizing how badly it was craving his.

His hands cupped my ass, and he used his grip to lift me just a couple inches off of him. I felt him spread me open slightly before dragging a finger once again against my aching folds. “Mmm, so wet for me baby.” I released a breathy moan at the combination of his touch and words, and squirmed in his grasp. “I’ll help you get it in, but I want you on top. That way you can take it as slow as you need to, okay?” His voice softened as he spoke, and his hands massaged me gently causing me to physically relax. “O-okay.” I muttered, so turned on that I was willing to do just about anything he wanted me to.

Just then, he placed a soft kiss to my lips before I felt the very tip of his cock brush against my opening; causing me to gasp. “Shh, it’s okay baby. I’ll go slow.” He whispered in my ear, and I pressed my forehead into the crook of his neck in anticipation. Finally, I felt my walls begin to expand as he pressed the first few inches into me. Moaning at the sensation, I felt my whole body flush in immediate lust. As if they had a mind of their own, my hips subconsciously began lowering onto his shaft; taking more and more of him as I sunk down.

A moan fell from his lips as my walls enveloped him inch by inch, and I slowly lifted my head from his neck and straightened my body up to allow more of him to fill me up. Even though he was big and I hadn’t had a dick in me in a long time, my slick arousal allowed him to bottom out without causing me to feel any pain; only indescribable pleasure. Once every inch of him was in me, I stayed still for a moment looking down at him. His desire was plastered across every inch of his face, and it made him look impossibly beautiful. There was no fear in me in that moment, only want, and so I began riding him.

As soon as I propelled my body up and down his shaft just once, I felt a pit of arousal begin to grow in my stomach. Groaning in pleasure, I continued with my moments; holding onto his shoulders to keep my trembling body stable. “Mmm you feel so good baby.” Matt moaned out, his eyes never leaving my pinched face. After a while, my body adjusted completely to his size and I was able to increase my speed. As I slid my walls up and down his shaft, Matt gripped onto my ass with all his might, using his hands to help me maintain my speed.

Moans fell from my lips as his cock ruthlessly hit my g-spot, and I felt my lower stomach build in pressure. “Fuck.” I muttered under my breath, feeling my skin go flush from the heat of the moment. The room filled with the echo of our wet skin slapping against each other, adding to the erotic air around us. Prolonged strings of moans fell aimlessly from my lips, and as I came closer and closer to my impending climax I began struggling to maintain my movements.

Matt seemed to pick up on this, as he adjusted his hips and began pounding into me from below; his hands holding me in place where I just clung onto him for dear life. “F-fuck Matty, like that. S-so good.” I cried out, my voice choppy from his rapid movements. My brain melted into a pool of liquid as all I could think about was reaching my high that was just out of reach. “You’re taking me so good baby.” Matt groaned out as he continued driving his length into me, staring deeply into my eyes with a fogged over expression.

“I-I think I’m gonna — oh god, think I’m g-gonna cum Matt.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I dug my nails into his shoulder blades, struggling to give into this new overwhelming sensation bubbling up inside of me. At this, a guttural moan fell from his lips and he somehow increased the speed of his thrusts even more. “Want you to cum around me baby, please.” There was a desperate whine to his voice as he spoke through his shortness of breath, and it was enough for me to reach my climax. Legs shaking, I released a plethora of moans and curses as my body was hit with multiple waves of indescribable pleasure. “Good girl, feels so good honey.” Matt’s voice was soft in my ear, and it helped to bring me back to earth as my hurricane of an orgasm left my body in shambles.

I continued to bounce on Matt’s dick slowly as I attempted to regain what little composure I had before my orgasm stole it from me, but I quickly learned that all of my energy had been stripped away. My body was trembling uncontrollably, and my head was filled with a fog that made it difficult for me to stay upright. Matt caught on to this, as he planted his hands firmly on my hips, keeping me still, before reaching forward and kissing me deeply. “You tired, baby?” He asked gently, rubbing circles on my sensitive skin. Sheepishly, I nodded, and Matt didn’t hesitate before guiding me off of his lap and helping me lay down on the couch.

As soon as my head hit the soft material, I felt my body immediately begin to relax again. I watched from my place on the couch as Matt began to slowly crawl over to me, before leaning above me. “You did so good baby,” He brought his lips to my chest and began dropping soft kisses against my skin, “Now,” His mouth travelled from my chest down to my stomach, “I want you to just lay here and relax,” He continued to move his lips down my stomach to my hips, “Let me make you feel good, okay?” His face was now hovering above my swollen heat, and I couldn’t help but nod frantically, feeling a sudden need to have his mouth on me.

Matt situated his body so that he could lay down with his face still just above my core. He brought both of his hands to my folds and I flinched as he used his thumbs to spread them apart slightly; exposing my bundle of nerves to the air. My vision partially skewed by his hair flopping in front of his eyes, I watched in awe as he brought his mouth closer and closer to where I needed it the most; before immediately gasping in pleasure once I felt his warm tongue make contact with my clit.

Immediately, Matt got to work in swirling his tongue in expert circles on my overstimulated nerves. This sensation in combination with his rough beard against my inner thighs was so intense it was almost painful in the best way possible, and I was incapable of controlling the throaty moans that fell from my lips as I watched him devour me entirely. Matt then used his mouth to suck on my nerves, bringing forward yet another new sensation that drove me crazy. It felt so unbelievably good, my hands flew to his hair where I held firmly; doing everything in my power to keep him in place. “Oh yeah baby, please, just like that.” I struggled to get the words out through my constant gasps of pleasure, but it was clear that they didn’t fall on deaf ears as Matt moaned in pleasured acknowledgement against my heat and kept his rhythm and pressure the exact same.

Feeling another orgasm begin to bear its teeth in my stomach, it was like my hips grew a mind of their own because as soon as Matt brought his hands under my ass to lift me slightly up on the couch; I began grinding my heat against his eager mouth. “Fuck.” He moaned against my clit as he continued to greedily suck and lick my nerves. I squeezed my eyes shut as a whine escaped my lips from an approaching orgasm, the pleasure that his mouth was giving me was too much. “S-stop baby.” I said suddenly, to which he immediately detached his mouth from me and I watched as his eyes scanned my fucked out face. “What’s wrong? You want to stop?” He seemed so concerned, clearly worried that he had somehow crossed a boundary, and it caused my chest to flutter. “N-no. It’s just, I was gonna cum again.” He raised a quizzical eyebrow, clearly confused by how that might be a problem. “I…I want to cum with you.” I finally said, and watched as his facial expression changed from one of concern back to one filled with lust.

He smiled quickly before dragging his body up my own, planting occasional kisses along my body on his way. Once he reached my head, he immediately began kissing me passionately, slipping his tongue through my parted lips and allowing me to taste myself on his mouth. Pulling away, I noticed my arousal laced throughout his beard, and that along with his pink swollen lips fresh off of my heat was enough to make my head spin. Just then, I felt him line his shaft up with my entrance, and immediately gasped out when he slid it in completely. Before moving at all, Matt took a moment to gaze down at my destroyed face before grabbing my legs and wrapping them around his waist. He then leaned forward and propped himself on his forearms on either side of my head; slipping a hand through my hair and grabbing onto it gently.

After noticing my body relax, he finally began thrusting into me. Starting off slow and deep, he gradually increased his speed until he was pounding his inches deep into me at a rapid pace. Already being close to cumming, I struggled to get a grip on my thoughts as the pleasure of the moment pulled me deeper and deeper into a world of euphoria. “You’re so tight sweetheart.” He muttered through his grunts, and I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head at his words. “F-feels so good Matty.” I managed to reply, tightening my legs around his waist as I tried everything I could to hold off my orgasm.

Matt’s hand snaked through my hair before he grabbed onto my cheek, brushing it gently with his thumb as he stared at me with a gaze so intense that it was almost intimidating. “I-I’m close Y/n.” He nearly whispered, and I felt his pace begin to slow slightly as he began to be overtaken by his own orgasm. My eyebrows knitted together as I felt my walls began to break. “M-me too.” I replied, wrapping my hands tightly around his biceps to keep me grounded. “Ah fuck, I’m cumming baby.” His erotic words were followed by a string of animalistic grunts as he drove his cock in and out of me — slow but hard — and it was like my body was waiting to hear those words as my second orgasm immediately ran through me like a freight train.

My breathy moans harmonized with his deep ones, and I felt my walls contract around his shaft; milking his dick as it painted them white. My legs were wrapped so tightly around his waist, he was barely able to move them as we both rode the waves of our intense pleasure. As my orgasm continued to tear through me, my back arched off of the couch and my body trembled. From above me, Matt watched me writhe in bliss as his movements completely stopped. As I finally began coming down from my high, I felt his hand brush through my hair affectionately, and watched as his face turned up in a smile before he placed a deep kiss to my lips.

He gently pulled his cock out of me, causing me to wince from the raw pain, before laying beside me on the couch and pulling me into him. Face to face, we stared lovingly at each other for a moment; my mind still spinning from how good he had made me feel, and in that moment I was worried that my heart might explode. His blissed expression told me that he was feeling the same, and his hand delicately rubbing the small of my back confirmed it. “Are you okay?” He finally asked, minor concern visible on his beautiful face. “I’m more than okay.” I answered honestly with a chuckle, causing him to laugh in relief as well. “I think I actually love sex.” I continued, causing him to really laugh this time before planting a kiss on my sweat-beaded forehead. “Well I think I actually love you.”

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Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

Summary; Once again you find yourself in an argument with your boyfriend matt, due to his often absence. but this time you decide to tell him how you truly feel.

Warnings; swearing,angst,fluff,use of pet names and y/n. maybe slightly suggestive. I thinkkkk that’s all :)))

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Matt and I have known eachother for pretty much our whole lives. I’ve been best friends with him for as long as I can remember, and we have been in a relationship for almost 2 years now. 

It’s the weekend, and me and Matt are finally spending some quality time together. I say finally because it has become a very rare occurrence. It wasn’t so bad when we first started dating, but the more popularity he and his brothers gained, the less time I got to spend with him. And truthfully it had been taking a toll on me, and our relationship as a whole. 

We are currently laid on his bed, Matt is on his back, slightly propped against the headboard , whilst I’m curled into him,laying on my side,one leg spawled over both of his, and my head laying on his chest. His arm wrapped around my back pulling me in,impossibly close. We agreed on having a lazy day today, which I suggested. Because our time together had been so limited lately , I really just wanted to be alone-alone with him. Taking him in as much as I could. 

I’m so at peace right now, my head gently rising and falling along with his chest whilst he takes gentle breathes. The soft sound of his heartbeat.  I slowly start to drift off. Matt must have noticed my grip around him loosening slightly , as I feel his hand trail up my back and in my hair, laying gentle strokes. I glance up to see a soft grin on his face, 

“Sleepy baby?” He coos. Now taking a piece of my hair and twirling it, the sound of his rings lightly clinking together.

“Yeaa” I smile sleepily, laying my head back down on his chest. “I just feel so content right now, we haven’t spent a lot of time together recently… ya know?” 

Matt let’s out a soft sigh “I know sweetheart,I know” he says, hand still entwined in my hair, laying a kiss on the top of my head. “But we have all weekend together, just you and me okay?” A couple of beats of silence falls between us ,before Matt gently starts shifting further up the headboard. I sit up with him,propping myself up with my arm next to him.

“Okay?” Matt repeats, his hand reaching out and holding my jaw, thumb grazing my cheek. I melt into his hand. 

“Okay.” I smile lightly. He pulls me towards him, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose, and another on my lips. He slowly moved down to my neck,littering kisses all over it. My eyes flutter shut, taking in the feeling as I cup my hand around the back of his neck.

 

But my eyes are quick to open, when there’s loud pounding on Matts door, making us jump apart slightly. I turn to look at the door,

“Matt! get your ass out here, we needa film this podcast ep” I hear Chris shout through the door, his footsteps fading back down the hallway. 

My head snaps back towards Matt. He is fully sat up, eyes widened. 

“Fuck” he mumbles.

“Tell me you’re joking” i huff, sitting up.

A familiar pit forms quickly in my stomach. This isn’t the first time that our time together has been cut short.And i know it definitely will not be the last. 

“I completely forgot we haven’t filmed for the pod- I’m so sorry, fuck!”

I take a deep disappointed breath..

All of the times that his work has come before me start raiding my mind, and my disappointment and upset quickly turn into anger. 

“Matt,sorry won’t cut it forever. How many times has this happened? How many?” 

my voice slightly raising. I see Matt get slightly taken aback by my tone. 

He lets out a breath “I know okay, but you know our posting schedule-“ 

I cut him off 

“Well clearly you don’t! What happened to “we have all weekend together just you and me”  Huh?…Matt we hardly spend any time together anymore”

Matt shifts his legs to the floor, now sitting on the edge of the bed, and runs a hand through his hair with a huff. 

A small silence lingers whilst I wait for his response. 

“I said I’m sorry!-” He starts, his building frustration clear in his tone.

“-And I know okay, we have this same exact conversation every time I have to film!- but it’s my fucking job y/n!” he strains. 

My anger builds, once again hearing the same excuse I’m given every time. By now I would usually just give up and storm away to sulk. But this time I decide to let my feelings out properly. I’m tired of this. The same back and forth rut we’ve been stuck in. The familiar feeling of being pushed to the side. 

“Matt, I can’t remember the last time we even spent a full day together, just us!” My voice risen. 

“When you’re not filming, you’re with your brothers talking about what to film! When we’re apart you don’t call, and your texts are dismissive. I feel like I’m putting in all the effort here and I-“

“MATT BRO!” 

I’m cut off by Chris banging on the door once again.

I let out a defeated sigh, and bury my face in my hands. 

I feel the bed shift, I glance up to see Matt now stood infront of me, a frustrated expression plastered on his face.

“Look, I have to go and film this episode. I’ll only be gone for about an hour. I’ll come straight back and we can figure this out then okay.” He states,emotionless. 

Once again I’m brushed aside. “whatever Matt” I speak barely above a whisper, but my attitude still prominent.

Matt let’s out a huff and runs his hand through his hair. I let my gaze fall to my lap, as I hear him turn and leave the room. The slight slam of his bedroom door making me squeeze my eyes shut. 

I sigh, laying myself down and staring at the ceiling. A familiar lump starts to form in my throat, tears of frustration and upset now starting to pool in my eyes. 

Our interaction starts to replay in my head,

I really want to work through this with him, I love him a lot, and all I wanted him to do was hear me out. And he left. As usual.

I decide to try and take a nap to fill the void of Matts absence. 

After tossing and turning for what feels like an eternity, I pull out my phone. After a while of mindlessly scrolling , I pull myself off the bed and take myself to the kitchen to grab a soda. On my way to the fridge ,my ears prick at he sound of mumbled echos coming from the stairs. I stop in my tracks. I can’t help myself, as I tiptoe over to the bottom of the stairs. I turn my head to try and hear the boys. A small silence falls, and I shake my head at myself. Eavesdropping? Really? I turn around to start making my way back to the kitchen, until the mention of my name snaps my body back round to its previous position. Eavesdropping it is. 

My heart rate quickens as I hear Matts faint voice. “It’s too much, it’s fucking ridiculous bro”

The distance between us making it hard make out the conversation, picking up mumbled statements from Matt- 

“I need a break” 

“I can’t deal with it anymore”

“I’m done” 

My breath hitches. Tears finding their way back to my eyes as my heart drops. He’s leaving me? I’ve stuck by his side through all of this. After everything we’ve been through he’s…leaving me???

I’m snapped out of my daze

“y/n?” I hear Matt softly call from the top of the stairs, traces of worry evident in his voice. 

My eyes flit up to meet Matts gaze. Tears now streaming down my face. 

Matts eyes widen slightly , “shit” he says under his breath. 

I quickly turn around and head to the stairs down to the front door. I can’t see his face right now, I need to get out. 

I hear Matts quick and heavy footsteps down the stairs, following behind me. 

“Y/N!” 

I don’t stop, I reach the front door and swing it open, running out into the rain. 

“Y/N, wait, please!!!” 

It doesn’t take long before Matt catches up to me ,grabbing my wrist firmly, stopping me in my tracks. 

I keep my gaze on the street ahead.

“Stop okay! talk to me, tell me what’s going on!?” he pleads breathlessly. His voice laced with panic. Silence falls between us, only the sounds of the rain hitting the ground around us.

Matt loosens his grip on my wrist. 

“hey,look at me” his tone now soft. Taking his free, ring clad hand to my chin, gently guiding my gaze to meet his. I stiffen at his touch, but I let my eyes examine his features. His now wet hair slightly falling over his eyes that are frantically searching my face for answers.

I pull away from his grip slowly, taking a step backwards. 

“W-we’re…over…” i utter, tears still streaming down my cheeks, the rainfall disguising them. 

I watch as Matts face falls. Eyebrows knitting together slightly.

“what?” he replies, voice barely audible. Chest starting to rise and fall faster.

“I-“ I start , before burying my face in my hands in an attempt to calm myself down. I take a few hitched breaths before slowly lifting my head to see Matts fingers once again raking through his sopping hair. his eyes are glossy, like he’s close to crying. I feel the pain in my heart deepen seeing his desperate,pleading expression. But swiftly remember why it’s plastered there in the first place. 

Taking another deep breath I tried again “I-I heard you upstairs talking to nick and chris”

Matts eyebrows furrow deeper , a puzzled expression now evident, but this quickly turns into an eyes widened look of realisation as things piece together in his mind. 

“y/n-“ he tried before I cut him off.

“You said you were done with me. That I’m too much. That I’m fucking ridiculous!” I recite his earlier statements back to him through soft sobs.

“I’m sorry I was harsh earlier,but I’m trying here Matt! I wanted to work through this but you’re obviously done with m-“ 

“y/n no baby no! listen,okay!” Matt pleads as he takes a step closer to me cupping my face with both hands. 

“you mean everything to me. I listened to what you said earlier, and you’re not wrong. I haven’t been a good boyfriend recently to say the least and I’m sorry for that-“ 

He pauses , grazing his thumb across my cheek.

“Our filming schedule has been way too intense, it’s been consuming me, I know. what you heard was me convincing Nick and Chris that it is fucking ridiculous , that it’s too much  and that I’m done with it-“ he rambles, now reciting his own words back to me again. In a completely different context. 

My jaw drops slightly as I listen. Matts hands now finding their way to my hips. 

“turns out Nick and Chris feel the same…we agreed on completely stopping the podcast, aswel as cutting back on Wednesday videos. y/n, sweetheart, YOU are my priority,I’ve let this come between us for way too long. No more…”

An unexplainable wave of relief washes over me as I take in his words. How could I have gotten it so twisted? 

“M-matt I’m so sorry I thou-“ I cut myself off, bringing a hand up to hold my face. 

“hey it’s okay,don’t be sorry” Matt assures, his voice light and comforting, as he peels my hand from my face.

“I can see how you would take it the way you did, but trust me when I say I would never do that. I won’t let you go , I love you too much” he says with a small smile on his lips, pulling me closer, our bodies now flush. 

I wrap my arms around his neck, still slightly processing what just happened. 

“I love you too” I whisper , a smile of my own now forming. Matt leans down, placing a soft ,long kiss on my lips. I turn my head slightly to deepen it, standing on my tippy toes. 

The rain still crashing down on us as the kiss became even more intense and passionate. It felt like we were in a movie scene. 

I feel Matts hands snake further around my waist, lifting me off of the ground. I break the kiss with a squeal as he spins us around , my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

He lets out a soft chuckle 

“Come on baby,let’s get out of the rain hm?” 

I nod with a soft smile, as he sets off back to the house, still carrying me. I let my head fall into the crook of his neck. 

“How does a bath and movie night sound sweetheart? I’m all yours” he offers as he squeezes me close.

“it sounds perfect”

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the death of cut the cameras

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A/N - ahhh okay guys that was my first time ever writing something and I’m not sure how I feel🫣 lmk what you think! If you have any requests/Qs my anon ask is on ✨

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[igotanidea]

All figured out : Jason Todd x reader

Summary: When duties and stuff get in the way of being close so bad he forgets your b-day... Or does he?

***

As of late they barely had time for each other. It was constantly his patrols, his wounds and bleeding, her work and headaches and everything in-between.

You know what they say after all, right? About the mundane everyday stuff killing more relationships than actual fights and heartbreaks. The case when you get so accustomed to being with each other that there’s nothing more to discover and the connection becomes simply boring.

And he didn’t want it.

She neither.

But what was to do when there was always something or someone.

What was to do when they both found themselves drifting apart, too focused on the duties and obligations and that constant train of thoughts, plans and internal anxiety they tried to suppress so hard there was barely any strength for anything else.

“Y/N.” 

“Hm?” She raised her head from the couch she dozed off while reading some notes for the upcoming work presentation. “Yeah? What’s wrong? How can I help?” Even in her half-hazy state with a post-it note stuck to her cheek, her first instinct was to sprung into action. And the fact that she missed his concerned face and affection beaming from his eyes did not go unnoticed.

“It’s your birthday today, baby…” Jason sighed, moving closer, crouching next to the couch to be somewhere close to her eye level and squeezing her hands.

“My birthday?” Her tone indicated that she barely recognized what day it was, let alone that the date was anything special “Really? I guess I forgot about that…”

“Y/N…”

“Hm?”

“I’m so sorry-“

“For what?” she tore the note from her cheek, finally meeting his eyes “Hey. Jason, baby. For what?”

“I forgot them too.”

“Well clearly not, if you’re the one reminding me.”

“I don’t have a gift for you.”

“You’re here, aren’t you?”

“It’s not enough.”

“It is enough for me.” She squeezed his hand reassuringly, “Because us talking for more than five minutes might be the first time in weeks.”

“I’m sorry-“

“Yeah, me too.” She sighed “this is not just on you Jace. You’re only half of this relationship.”

“Only?” he teased, familiar sparks showing in his eyes

“Oh, here’s that mischief I know you for.” She chuckled leaning her forehead on his in a vulnerable gesture “What happened to us Jay?”

“I don’t know. But I don’t like it.”

“You don’t say.”

“And that’s why I’m taking you out tonight.”

“Wait, what? What about the patrol? The missions? The-“ the stream of words coming out of her mouth was cut abruptly as he placed a finger on her lips. “Hey-hmph!”

“Don’t think just because I’ve barely heard your voice lately I’m just going to let you bubble, princess.”

“But-“

“Now, put on you prettiest dress and do not worry your sweet little head about anything else”

“But-“

“If you keep talking I’ll have to silence you in some other way and then we won’t leave this apartment at all. And I’ve already made plans-.”

“In the past thirty seconds?!”

“Yes. Now do you want to ruin my plans for tonight?” he pouted in a child-like manner causing her to let out an involuntary laugh before heading to the bathroom to get ready for whatever scheme he came up with.

***

“A club? Seriously?”

The look of confusion on her face as they pulled at the dancing spot was quite hurtful to him.

“I didn’t even know you could dance.”

“Ouch! Y/n!”

“What?!” she scoffed, “It’s your fault. You never showed that skill.”

“Well here’s a show for your entertainment. Go ahead and enjoy me, making a fool out of myself just to celebrate your bday.”

Jason grabbed her hand, sent a knowing look to the bouncer that just let them pass without any questions and dragged her inside.

“Wait… wait, what is going on here? You know the bouncer at the club? Jason? Jason?! The actual hell- ah!”

The lights went out, she felt his hand slipping from hers and for a second that felt like eternity she was completely alone in the dark.

“Y/N?!” his voice reached her ears though she had no idea where it was coming from and the slight panic started to creep inside. A feeling multiplied when she heard ruffling and some whispers of people who were closing in on her

“Jason?! Where are you!?” Y/N started spinning in the dark, searching for anything solid that would help her cover from whatever danger might be lurking in the dark. “ah!” Her wish became granted sooner than expected when she collided with something hard and out of sheer instinct started punching and hitting the surface.

“Hey! Hey, relax! Relax! It’s me! It’s me, princess.” Familiar touch of hands intensified on hers stopping her from fighting the person that was in fact her only salvation and protection. “It’s me, you’re safe” he pulled her closer, offering comfort and calm.

“What-what happened?” she stuttered “Why did the lights-“

“SURPRISE!”

Before she made her sentence the candles and lights garland got lit and she was greeted with friends and family members standing behind the lavishly set table with a birthday cake smiling and cheering.

“You asshole!” Y/N turned to Jason, resuming to punch and hit him, only that now she could see him and her movements were far more accurate and effective “I could have had a heart attack!”

“Stop it!” Jason laughed, pretending to be scared, grabbing her waist and spinning her in her air, before putting her down and kissing her passionately, not caring about the onlookers of their guests. “Happy birthday.” He muttered against her lips.

“You’re a jerk, you know it?” she responded in a whisper before grabbing the front of his shirt and kissing him again, not giving a shit who was looking likewise.

***

“You want to sneak out of here?”

After two hours of celebration, dancing, laughing and stuffing mouths with delicious food, Jason walked to her from behind offering a getaway from everyone. His warm breath followed by a gentle kiss on that soft spot between her neck and shoulder was supposed to convince her, but she was still mad about the trap he set for her.

“Mh. Dunno. You went to such a great length to bring me here and now you want me to leave?” She teased, though her tone was not matched by the action when she tilted head to give him more access to her skin and allowed his hands to wrap around her waist.

“Mhm. Yes. Exactly. Leave with me.” Jason muttered against her skin.

“You're scared you won’t find the way back home?” she smirked and the grip on her body tightened.

“Not If my home stays here….”

“Oh no!” Y/N’s joyful laughter filled the air “Cliché! And cheesy and –“

“You done?” he frowned, not liking the way she was mocking him while he was pouring his heart out.

“Nope. Don’t think so. I can go like this for hours.”

“Y/N—” he growled in a warning she was pushing him to the limits.

“But I suppose if I can do it here, I can also do it when we’re alone-“

“Oh so now you want to be alone with me only to mock me?”

“Mhm.” She grinned. “So what do you say, big boy? Shall we take a French leave?”

“And walk out silently?” Jason grinned and she did not like it at all. “Over my dead body. Again.”

Without warning he lifted her up in the air, and with the most commotion he could cause, carried her away, followed by the cried out wishes of happy birthday and all the best.

He was such a drama queen.

***

“That was fun.” She pointed out when they got back to their little flat

“Only a beginning princess. I haven’t really given you your present yet.” Jason made sure to lock the door, stepping closer to his girlfriend and immediately pulling her closer, caressing her back and kissing her neck.

“You think you know what I want, huh?” She giggled when his lips started to tickle her skin.

“Got you figured all over baby… Know all your soft spots.”

He descended to her collarbone, bending her backwards a little to make it easier. The position forced her to place hands on his shoulders for purchase.

“Are you saying I became so boring and predictable to you?” she teased not stopping him walking her backwards to the bed

“Boring?” he gave her a look over, before sliding her dress upwards, tracing over the exposed thigh “not at all.” Her dress hit the floor, removed overhead. “Predictable? Maybe…”

“Asshole…” soft sight left her lips before getting silenced by another passionate kiss.

“You know I know what you want…”

“Prove it.” Y/N did not waste a second sliding his shirt off too. Once done, she plopped on the bed, facing the ceiling and waiting for his move “Prove you really do know what I want.”

Jason smirked and laid on the bed next to her.

He knew.

He knew better than she wanted to give him credit for.

And that was exactly the reason why at the moment his fingers were running up and down her exposed belly, but never crossing the barrier of her white, innocent panties or bra.

The reason why he did not tear his and her underwear and surrender to passion.

An argument for not going straight into sex.

So many people were confusing intimacy with sex. Simplifying it. While the real connection went far beyond body-to-body contact and carnal pleasure.

Real intimacy did not mean being bare as in shedding the clothes, but exposing oneself emotionally.

And he knew.

They’ve been growing apart for so long and the best gift he could give her was his presence next to her.

Y/N smiled rolling on her side to look into his eyes, their bodies close but never really touching as if the exchanged looks and interlaced fingers were far more valuable.

“How do you like your present?” he smiled softly, playing with her fingers, voice filled with warmth and purest form of affection.

“You really did know.”

“Told you I got you figured. And it’s not really a bad thing now, is it?”

“No. No it’s not. And hey I just figured something –“

“Hm? And what may that sudden discovery be? You missed me perhaps? Or – “ he made a dramatic pause – “don’t tell me you got feelings for me! Ugh! Y/N! Disgusting!” 

She laughed.

“Feelings? No way! And how could you dare believe I might have missed your horrible attitude and character!? Are you trying to offend me?!”

“Always.”

“Perhaps I should also thank you for keeping me in check and making sure I don’t become conceited?”

“Happy birthday” he shrugged, pulling her to his chest ruffling her hair on purpose. “And don’t think I love you or something.” The last remark was followed by the kiss on her forehead.

“Me neither, Jason. Me neither-”

It seemed like they got each other figured out after all.

And maybe it was their way of healing and coming together once again.

[disneyprincemuke]

you’re embarrassing me * ls2

it's never fun feeling like an outsider, so you'd sworn that nobody would ever feel the way you did all those years ago

pairings: logan sargeant x platonic fem!driver

notes: inthaf logan and femdriver live in my mind rent free like i love them and they are absolute best friends, your honour!!!

i might be at work today but you can’t stop me from thinking of logan hunter sargeant

| "wanna hang out?" | driver's parade | american burgers | american football | the thanksgiving incident | another williams adoptee | beating the heat | you’re embarrassing me | santa baby | the favourite driver | the situationship | it's nice to have a friend |

“happy birthday!” logan smiles, extending his arm to you. “sorry i’m late — i had to get benny to wrap your present.”

you look up from your spot at the other end of the table. you smile, putting your phone down. “oh, i was just about to ask you where you were. thanks for even bothering to get me something!”

you hop up from your position and push yourself through the rows of seats that are strewn lazily. “thank you.”

“of course,” logan smiles, wrapping his arms around you. he presses a kiss to your “happy birthday again. thanks for inviting me to dinner.”

“it wouldn’t be complete with you,” you giggle, pulling away.

it wasn’t until you turned back around to the table that you noticed that your friends were staring at you. alex’s jaw is dropped and george looks absolutely gutted. in the corner, lily and carmen are giggling to themselves while lando had his camera up and pointed at you.

“what?” you ask, scoffing slightly at the camera flash that goes off.

alex’s arm comes out to grab george’s shoulder. “she hugged him.”

you raise an eyebrow. “yeah, so?”

“you never let us hug you,” george says slowly, eyebrows furrowed in frustration at you being oblivious. “you damn near killed me the last time i tried to hug you!”

“yeah?” you hum, grabbing logan’s wrist to drag him along with you. “you sit with me.”

“what?” alex scoffs. “i’m sitting next to you.”

“not anymore. i’ve got a new favourite williams driver,” you beam, shaking his seat to get him off the chair. “and anyway, i already told you logan’s sitting next to me. you’d have bullied him all night if i don’t stop you.”

“and i told you first come first serve!”

“who’s the birthday girl? me or you?” you drop logan’s arm and put your hands on your hips. “who?”

alex starts to act flustered, slumping his shoulder and grabbing his cheeks with a smile. “you’re saying i can be birthday girl today? you serious?”

“ah, piss off!” you groan, shaking his seat again. when the thai doesn’t budge, you look over his head. “lily! alex is being an ass again.”

“alex.”

“yeah, okay. fine,” alex sighs in defeat, pushing himself off the seat. he turns to you. “you get a pass today because it’s your birthday. this won’t happen again, bro.”

logan giggles as he takes the seat previously occupied by his teammate. “what dish did you get? do you have a birthday cake?”

“no, we were waiting for you, silly!” you laugh and pick up the menu from the table and lean into him. “we also just arrived not too long ago. because somebody-“

“hey! it’s not my fault the uber cancelled on us!” george screams from your other side, reaching forward to hit you on the shoulder. “it’s not my fault!”

“it is,” alex sighs, shaking his head. he looks at logan. “this idiot forgot to tell us he booked a taxi — i was fresh out of the damn shower!”

“no, it was her fault!” george fights back, pointing at you.

at that point of the argument, you’d already drowned them out while you looked at the menu for something to order. you simply look up and press your lips together. “are we ordering cake?”

“absolutely! it’s a birthday, duh?” alex scoffs. “anyway, let’s take a picture so you can post it on your instagram about how great friends we were to you.”

you stare at alex. “sure. if you say so.”

you turn as lando gets up to ask someone to take a picture. “wait, your hair is messy,” you grumble, instinctively reaching out to fix logan’s hair. “how benny let you leave looking like this, i’ll never know.”

“what?” you hear logan mutter, pulling his head back slightly. “i did my hair. you don’t like it?”

“what?” you go up an octave as you try to laugh it off, retracting your hands. “no, it looks good.”

“but you said-“

“oh, look! lando’s found someone to take a picture,” you point over at the man holding lando’s camera. you dust off logan’s shirt and straighten it slightly. “look good — i’m announcing to the public that i’ve adopted you as my grid kid.”

“he’s turning 23 this year, you know that, right?”

“shut up, alex.”

[joanvisitsrome]

LUNCH chapter two : b.e

Heyyy you guys!!! So i've been working for the past few days to get another chapter out to yall asap because chapter 1 has been doing so well! Please COMMENT on this post if you'd like to be added to the taglist!

Summary: The day after the party, you and Billie call each other.

Contains: gay, billie gay panicing (its very subtle), first move! reader, shy! billie, and a cliffhanger. smut will occur in later chapters by the way

The next morning, you wake up at around two in the afternoon. You drove home very late at night and passed out on your bed, no care whatsoever. You take a hot shower and put on some clothes to start your day. You plan on running some errands. However, your mind is still dwelling on the night before. The feeling of Billie’s head resting on your thighs. The smell of her musky perfume as she brushed past you. Her cold, silver rings on her hands. And of course, the kiss. While it may have only been for a second or two, it still sent electricity through your whole body when she did it. In fact, you felt as if you could still feel her soft lips on yours as you thought about it.

               You grabbed a cup of coffee on your way out when you felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. You open it, surprised to see a text from Billie.

               hey this is billie, the text reads.

               You text her back, letting her know that she has the right number and asking her how she’s doing, completely leaving your plans to run errands. One thing leads to another, and she invites you out for lunch the next day. She has to go about half an hour after she texted you, but she promises to call you later. You’re left feeling giddy and excited.

               You grab some dinner from the grocery store and go home to heat it up and eat it. After, you take a shower. You hear your phone ring while you’re in the shower and almost slip and fall trying to answer the phone. To be honest, it’s a miracle your phone didn’t get water damage.

               “Hey,” Billie says, in her low, but confident voice of hers.

               “Hey, how’s it going?” you answer her, almost out of breath.

               “Did I catch you in the middle of something?” she asks you.

               “NO! Um, yeah. I was taking a shower.” You hear a slight intake of oxygen on Billie’s side.

               “But it’s fine. We can still talk,” you reassure Billie, worried she’ll assume that you think she’s annoying you.

               “No no, I insist. Finish your shower, and I’ll be waiting.”

               “Okay, talk to you later!” Her saying I’ll be waiting lingered in your mind still. You try to make your shower as quick as possible so that Billie doesn’t wait too long. You throw on your pajamas and brush out your wet hair before calling Billie again. You lie down on your stomach on your bed, holding the phone up to your ear, propping yourself up with one elbow and bending your legs behind you.

               “Hey Billie!” you say when she picks up.

               “Hey!” she says. You can her the slight twinge of anxiety in her voice.

               “How was your day today?”

               “It was good. I worked on some stuff with Finneas today.” She begins to share a funny story about her dog, Shark from today when she stops dead in her tracks.

               “What’s up Bils?” you hear a quick, but still noticeable pause before she says,

               “I forgot to ask you how your day was. I’m so sorry.”

               “Billie, don’t worry about it. Just keep telling me about Shark.”

               “No.”

               “Why not?”

               “I want to hear about your day first.”

               “And I want to hear about shark first.”

               “Ugh, fine. If you insist,” she teases you playfully. You can begin to hear her relax slightly as she begins to continue her story about Shark. The story makes you laugh so hard, that you have to go and get a tissue to wipe the tears off your eyes. She finishes and then starts asking you about your day again. You tell her about your trip to the grocery store, and the new vegan ice cream you tried. You also mention a television show you watched in the afternoon, to which your surprise Billie said she’s watching too.

               “It’s actually my comfort show,” you mention to Billie.

               “Really? I’m just watching it now. It’s very engrossing though, I may watch some more episodes later tonight.”

               “We should watch it together sometime.”

               “Why don’t you come over my house then?” she asks you. Her voice has become excited, and you can feel her begging for you to come over over the phone. You sit up on your bed.

"Really?" you ask, filled with surprise.

               “Um, sure. Why not?”

"Cool. Do you want to after we have lunch,"

"Oh, I was thinking like now. I want to see you again honestly," Billie says, as if her words have no meaning or power over you. She wants to see you again. You almost forget you're on the phone, her words still running in your mind.

"Hey, you still there?" Billie asks.

"Yeah, just give me the address."

               Holy fucking shit. Billie invited you to her house.

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[corrieguards]

Tookas and Cuddles

Commander Fox x reader fluff

Summary: a certain tired and overworked commander meets your pet tooka for the very first time. Word count: 1,6k T/W: none, just a cute tired Fox :) A/N: I've had this fic sitting in my WIPs for ages and living in my head for even longer. So while it is kinda silly and probably awfully written I've decided to suck it up and finally post it.

Checking your wrist comm for the fifth time since you’d got here, you let out an exasperated sigh when you saw the time. Fox was supposed to meet you here over 2 hours ago and so far not only had you not seen him but he hadn’t even sent you a comm to let you know he was late. 

You hadn't been going out with the commander for long, only having been on a handful dates with him. But you had quickly found out that pulling him away from his work was hard. Very hard.

Finally deciding that you'd waited long enough for him to contact you, you decided to head towards his office and see if you could find him there.

You stalked through the corridor leading to the Coruscant guard's quarters, stopping as you got to his door and saw Thorn and Hound huddled together outside it. You walked up to them “Hey guys, either of you seen Fox lately?”

They both whipped their heads up and Thorn let you a sigh of relief at seeing it was you 

“Oh thank the Maker. Maybe you’ll be able to get him out of that office”

You frowned “What are you talking about? Do you mean Fox?”

They both nodded “He’s been stuck in there for hours”

“Yeah, we’ve been trying to get him out but so far he’s just told us to kriff off,” Hound said, a defeated look on his face.

You glanced between them, taking in their tired faces. It must be well past the end of their shift for today and they looked exhausted.

You nodded “Okay then, I’ll give it a try.” You saw a look of utter relief cross both their faces and you smiled, patting them on the shoulders. “And you two look like you could use some sleep”

“Yes ma’am,” they said in unison, a cheeky but tired smile on their faces. You chuckled, shaking you head at them affectionately. 

Waving them off you watched as walked off and giggled when Hound shouted a “Good luck.” at you over his shoulder.

Once you were left alone in the corridor you cleared your throat and stood up straighter in front of the door to Fox’s office, preparing yourself to face a overworked, tired and most likely grumpy Fox. You took a deep breath before opening the door and peering inside the dark office dimly lit by bright neon lights of Coruscant's nightlife shining through the window.

The only other light source was coming from a bright datapad shining straight onto your boyfriend's tired face. The electronic light highlighted the dark circles under his eyes as he hunched over his desk, piles of paperwork and empty mugs of caf spread around him.

“Hey there handsome”  

Fox’s head shot up at the sound of your voice and he frowned “What are you doing here?’”

You stepped into his office, closing the door behind you and walking up to his desk “Wow, not even a hello for your beautiful girlfriend,” you teased. 

He smiled lazily before grabbing your hand and pulling you around the desk, turning in his chair to face you “Sorry meshla.” He pressed a kiss to your hand and gave it a squeeze. “Just wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

“You didn’t show up for our date, so I came to look for you,” you explained

He looked at you confused for a beat before it hit him and he groaned, running a hand down his face “Fuck. The date, I forgot all about that”

“It’s ok Fox.” You smiled softly at him running your thumb across his knuckles.

He shook his head “No it’s not. How long were you waiting?”

You shrugged “I don't know, a while I guess,” you lied, “But it doesn’t matter”

He lent back to check the clock on his desk “Fuck, we were supposed to meet hours ago.” He turned back to look at you guiltily, running a hand through his hair. “I’m so sorry meshla I completely forgot” 

Chuckling softly at the look on his face you reassured him again “I already said it was ok Fox”

He pushed his chair back, making space for the two of you “C’mere,” he tugged you down into his lap. You obliged and straddled him. One of his hands splayed across your back while his other one cupped your head gently pushing your face into his neck. You nuzzled into him and he sighed holding you tighter to him.

 “We can still go on that date if you want,” he whispered into your hair. You shook your head.

“No, you're exhausted Fox. You need sleep.”

“What? No I don’t, I’m fine.”

Pulling back to look him in the eyes, you shot him a stern look and talked in a warning voice. “Fox....”

“What?” he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I promised you a date so I’ll give you a date.” 

You let out a huff of disbelief “Fox baby, you've been working for hours. The last thing you need right now is to go on a date.”

He pouted at you. “But I wanted to spend time with you today.”

You pressed a kiss to his nose “Okay, how about you come back to mine, huh? You need to get out this office and we can just cuddle together there instead.”

He hummed. “That sounds fucking perfect meshla.” He smiled softly at you before pressing a lazy kiss to your lips. You returned the kiss and giggled, making him grin. 

“You’re so cute when you laugh”

You rolled your eyes at him affectionately “Yeah yeah, c’mon trooper.” You slid off his lap and headed towards the door, pulling him with you. “ Let's get you out of this office.”

He followed you out and rested his hand on the small of your back as you walked down the empty corridors together.

You shivered as you both stepped out into the cold night air and started the short walk to your apartment. Fox looked down at you concerned “Are you cold?”

“No, I'm ok.” You looked up at him, flashing him a smile and trying, but failing miserably to fight another shiver wracking your body. He chuckled shaking his head  and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him “C’mere pretty girl, I’ll keep you warm” 

Accepting his warm embrace gratefully you snuggled into him, practically leaning on him, He didn’t complain, instead just pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

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You pulled him to a stop when you made it to your apartment block. Taking out your key card out and opening the door you lead him in. He followed you into the lift and down your corridor until you stopped in front of your door.

“Well, this is me,” you said awkwardly, opening your door and gesturing for him to go inside.

He stepped in and looked around your apartment curiously. He smiled to himself, taking it in. It was so you. 

You took his hand and lead him to your sofa “Wait here and I’ll get you something to change into” 

He nodded silently and slowly sat down, eyes following your form as you disappeared down the corridor and into your bedroom.

Returning a few minutes later, already changed into a tank and some sweats you held out a neatly folded pair of grey sweatpants for him. “This was all I could find that would fit you,” You said shyly

He smiled standing up and beginning to thank you before a movement behind you caught his eye. He peered over your shoulder, his eyes widening when he saw what it was.

“You have a tooka?,” he asked. You frowned, turning around and spotting your pet tooka standing behind you.. As if he knew you were both talking about him he meowed, curiously watching Fox. 

“Yeah I do.” You smiled, turning back to look at Fox, your stomach fluttering at the look of excitement that he was obviously trying to suppress but was displayed plainly on his face regardless.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back a smile. “You wanna meet him?”

“Yes.” he replied a little too quickly, excitement shining in his eyes. You grinned, stepping back and gesturing for him to go ahead. Fox shot you a hesitant look “He won’t be scared?”

Before you could answer him your tooka walked up to Fox all by himself and rubbed his head against his ankles. Fox chuckled looking down at him and then back up at you “I guess not then.”

Watching your two boys lovingly you giggled as Fox bent down slowly so as to not scare him and scratched him under the chin, smiling when he started purring.

You smiled, marvelling at how gentle your boyfriend could be. The same hands that fired blasters day in day out  were now being so soft and careful when handling your small fluffy tooka.

You loved this man so damn much

Kneeling down beside him, your tooka meowed excitedly on seeing you and pranced over to you, rubbing his head on your already out-stretched hand.

Fox smiled wider “He’s cute”

You looked up at him with a loving smile as you took his tired but happy face in. You lent forward pressing a kiss to his cheek before resting your forehead on his and whispering against his lips “Yeah he sure is” 

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[thecynthh]

smart ass - M.S pt 2

synopsis - matt’s not doing to well with his schooling but is determined to get his degree and pass his classes. one essay which is a huge part of their grade haunts him with a bad mark, luckily y/n is willing to him him

notes - college setting, matt gets more attention ! not proofread!

authors notes - sooo i hope yalls like this, its shorter than i would like it to be but nonetheless its out! hope you guys like this one and i promise ill be updating again soon. also taglist soon! ill be asking who wants to be on it very soon and making an official intro and masterlist soon. thank you to everyone who enjoyed the first part of smart ass!

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6:14 pm

friday night rolled around faster than i thought it would, i strip off my diner uniform laying down in my bed in just my undergarments. i lay out a large sigh letting myself melt into my bed. 

my phone buzzed beside me with a notification posted on my lock screen. 

Matt S 🐼 

8120 palace road 7 pm, see u soon :) 6:18 pm

i drop my phone back down, ill just close my eyes for a second, cus that shift really took it out of me. my eyes fell and a light sleep rushed over me. 

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10:17

buzz. buzz. buzz.

buzz. buzz. buzz. 

i swiftly sit up and hear the repetitive ring of my cell phone. i see many notifications from my multiple social media apps and from matt. oh shit. MATT! I completely forgot about him!  

Matt S 🐼

hey are u still coming over? 7:32pm

i know we agreed on 7 but if you need time just tell me 7:55

just get over here when u’re able too, please get here safe 8:57pm

oh shit oh shit oh shit. i quickly slip on some sweats and a baggy crew neck and grabs my school bag, im glad i thought about packing it before work today. i swipe up my laptop from my small desk and dash out the door. my car unlocks as i drop everything that was in my arms onto the seat next to me and step on the pedal getting there as fast as i possibly could. 

i see the outside of the larger house neighborhood and finally get to the house I was told to come too, pulling into the driveway. I see a silhouette of a man in one of the windows. 

i grab all of my belongings scrambling to the door, clicking the doorbell. I hear a melodic tune ring throughout the house. footsteps grace the front door as the door swings open. matt's eyes widen as they scan my body. 

He pushes the storm door open and says “oh you came.”

“im SO sorry matt, i came home after my shift and i ended up falling asleep on my bed because there was this mishap at the diner and i got blamed for it and i swear to god my boss is such an idiot and im so fed up with his bullshit.” i take a deep breath in “and then i know we agreed  again i fell asleep like a goddamn idiot.”

he just stared at me like i was the idiot, “im sorry is what i meant to say.” i continued 

he chuckles a little before stepping back slightly giving me space to enter, “hey its alright just come on in. follow me.” he says using his hand signaling to come along. 

we make it to a fairly large bedroom, i see a gaming setup squished onto a desk that was clearly not meant for housing gaming paraphernalia. “you can throw whatever we need onto the bed, we can just study there. and get comfortable. I know it's late but i'm still okay to stay up and we can even order coffee and some food as well if we get hungry. there’s not much in the fridge but chris’ soda if i’m being honest.”

“i’m alright for right now so let’s just get started on studying” i say to him.  

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1:29

“did you get that?” i ask matt after reviewing what we just went through. 

“yuuuup” he says with a smile, i noticed that his eyes squint when he smiles or laughs, its cute. i don't really think he got half of what i was saying but i think i got my point across.

“ i think it’s a good time to take a break, and plus we’ve been at this for 2 hours already.” i lay my head down against his plethora of pillows and just take a deep breath in. he copies me and comes falling down onto his bed.

i feel his weight shift as he reaches over for a remote to turn on the tv in front of us booting up netflix. moving down to his recently watched “brooklyn 99” begins to play as i hear the familiar voice of andy samberg talking. the theme song plays as i look over the boy beside me. 

“you like brooklyn 99?” i ask him with a furrowed brow pasted across my face. 

“god i love this show, every single episode.” he tells me looking back at me, his eyes stray from my eyes to my lips to my body. i didnt mind it to be honest, i kinda liked it if anything. 

I directed my sight back to the show. We sat in a comfortable silence but i couldn’t stay focused for long as my eyes wandered over to his sweats, then his hand near them. being fair he actually was pretty fine, i heard rumors before that he slept around a bit a year ago but it was old news quickly. 

as we near our third episode my eyes feel heavy and all my cares slipped away again as i drift off to sleep in his bed. 

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2:49

ugh, i wake up feeling incredibly hot. i rip off my sweater and dip underneath the covers, wow my sheets feel really nice, very fluffy…. 

[bri-cheeses]

Christmas Post!!

Okay so I just had this idea so sorry if it’s a little sloppy, but anyways here we go.

The Hufflepuff six and seventh years organize a huge Christmas party the night before everyone goes home. They leave the fifth years out of it because they’re way too stressed about school and homework and O.W.L.s, but the rest of the “upperclassmen” want to party. So they get to work inviting six and seventh years from all of the other houses, which is easy because they’re Hufflepuffs who have countless friends that they can invite.

But anyways, this is the Marauders’ seventh year and the Skittles’ sixth year, so both groups are invited. The day before they have to leave for Christmas break, almost every six and seventh year in the castle heads to the seventh floor, to this one very specific hallway where there’s a tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy and a couple of pacing Hufflepuffs directing people to a door that is, quite simply, just suddenly there. (James and Sirius recommended it to the Hufflepuffs when they were looking for a place to host the party, but they conveniently forgot to correct the Hufflepuffs when they assumed that it was a very specific and odd room that only appeared the day before Christmas break).

When the students walk in, they realize that they were right to dress up in fancy outfits like the invitation card said, because it is decked out in there. Where exactly “there” is, no one is quite sure, but it seems to be a giant ballroom that no one knew about until today. There’s a large section a floor that’s been left open for dancing, and one side of it is ringed with a wide range of different styles of tables and chairs. There are low, rectangle tables that sit twenty or so, along with high, round tables that sit only two or three. The overall effect should be chaotic, but somehow the tables are arranged in a way that makes it look purposeful and aesthetic. There are also centerpieces at each table, poinsettias and candy cane towers and miniature figurines of reindeer and Santa’s sleigh, and it makes the whole place feel extremely festive.

In addition to this, there’s a long table that’s near the other tables (for convenience) that holds heaps of food. Since the Hufflepuff common room is so close to the kitchens, they’re quite good friends with the house elves and convinced them to cook a feast for tonight. Some of the Hufflepuffs even helped the house elves to make the food, and they had a blast hanging out and cooking with the elves.

Hung from the ceiling are garlands and strands of pearls, and mistletoe that grows in random places. There are also little fairies hovering up there, and it makes for quite a beautiful overhead scene. And, opposite of the side of the room with the tables, one wall is made completely of glass. It looks out over the dark lake, which adds to the beauty of the room because of the light of hundreds of stars in the night sky reflecting off of the black water.

It’s so beautiful that the Slytherin Skittles almost forget to breathe when they walk in, wearing their finest because Evan, their resident fashion expert, insisted on following the directions on the card they were given. They all look absolutely stunning, and certain Gryffindors ( *ahem* James *ahem* Marlene) are certainly not staring as they make their entrance. (For reference, the outfits I’m imaging the Skittles in are based on this post by @melemart ).

Pandora drags Evan off to go find Xenophilius, and Barty follows them because he’s a weak man who follows Evan everywhere like a lost puppy. Especially when Evan is looking like that.

This leaves Regulus and Dorcas with the task of finding a table for them, but since Evan insisted on arriving at a “fashionably late” time, most of the tables are already full. The only table with enough room for the six of them (5 Skittles, 1 Xenophilius), is one of the low tables that seats a ridiculous amount. And there’s already plates there, but they’ve been temporarily abandoned. Besides, the plates are all on one toward one end of the table, and there’s plenty of room for the Skittles to sit.

So they do, waiting for Pandora, Evan, and Barty to return with Xeno. When they do, they get up to go to the table with all the food, picking up delicate china plates that have swirling, moving paintings of winter scenes on them. They load up with all the food they can muster, and Barty gets particularly excited when he sees that they have arancini that look (somewhat surprisingly, he mutters) like they’re traditionally supposed to.

After the Skittles have filled up their plates with soups and salad and stir fry and pizza and steak and chicken and tacos and pasta and dumplings and everything else you can imagine, they return to their table. However, they return to find it filled with the owners of the plates of food—the so called “Marauders” and their friends.

Dorcas ends up next to Marlene, across from Regulus, who shoots them a worried glance. It’s no secret that Dorcas and Marlene are bitter rivals on the Quidditch pitch, and he, along with everyone else, is worried that they’re going to get into some sort of fight. It is a secret, however, that Marlene and Dorcas have been meeting up for the past month or so, and are no longer rivals—if they ever really were. In fact, Dorcas has been planning for a while now to ask Marlene to be her girlfriend once they get back from Christmas break. It’s hard keeping something as wonderful as her growing relationship with Marlene a secret from anyone—especially her closest friends. She’s not sure that she’s done the best job at hiding it, either, typically leaving whatever room she’s in when she realizes that Marlene has a free period, poorly made excuses flying out her mouth as she leaves in a hurry.

But Dorcas gets lucky tonight, because if she tenses up from sitting next to Marlene, her friends simply chalk it up to that old Quidditch rivalry.

Marlene smirks when she notices how rigid Dorcas has gone beside her. Then she simply starts digging in to her food, that infuriating smirk still on her face, and Dorcas wants to kill her. Not really though. But almost.

Across from them, Regulus has long since stopped eyeing them with a worried look. He has taken to staring intently down the table at a diagonal angle. For all their obliviousness when it comes to Dorcas, however, the rest of the Skittles know exactly who Regulus is staring at, and why. Barty huffs a laugh when he sees what Regulus is doing, and shakes his head. Regulus shoots him a glare before going back to what he was doing, this time managing to be slightly more discreet as he eats.

Barty and Evan sit next to each other, Barty gesturing animatedly about something while Evan watches with an amused expression. Barty is sitting next to Dorcas, and Evan is at the end of the table, which suits him just fine. It means that he can keep his full attention on Barty without feeling like he’s ignoring the person next to him.

He wonders distantly about what’s in the eggnog that Barty swiped a few glasses of as Barty’s gestures get bigger and bigger, and his words starts to get tinged with a hint of a Sicilian accent. It’s cute, and Evan sits there with an absentminded smile on his face as he nods along to Barty’s rant about he and his grandma make the perfect arancini.

Across from them, next to Regulus, is Pandora and Xeno. They’re currently in a debate about which would be more interesting to see—an octopus made up of jello, or a caterpillar made of a cheese puff. Pandora argues for the octopus, because one, jello is her favorite food (and let’s be honest, who doesn’t like jello?) and two, octopi are fascinating creatures. (“Seriously, Xeno, just imagine what it would be like to see a jello octopus juggling eight different things at the same time!”) But Xeno argues for the caterpillar, because what would it be like when it changed into a butterfly? Would it have a chrysalis that’s made of cheese? Or would it be made of puff? Or would it be made out of Cheez-It Puffs? And would the butterfly be a cheese puff too, or would it just be orange? Eventually Dorcas and Marlene get pulled into their conversation, despite being several seats down, and Marlene argues vehemently for the octopus while Dorcas sides with Xeno, because really, what would its chrysalis be made out of?

And Evan and Barty get up to go get more eggnog and to see what the new, sudden fuss about the food table is, and they see that it’s turned into a dessert table now. And Barty once again gets extremely excited because look, Evan, they have gelato! And so while Barty piles up on that, Evan grabs some cheesecake and a brownie.

They return to their table bringing the good news, and it causes a small stampede as those who are finished with their meals get up to go get dessert. Barty and Evan enlist Regulus to help them bring back eggnog, and they come back with a tray of glasses that they set in the middle of the table.

And eventually everyone returns, and most people snag a glass, and there is definitely something in that eggnog, Evan decides, because the conversation starts flowing so easily between both sides of the table that it starts to feel like they’ve all been good friends for a long while.

And then there’s mistletoe growing over Marlene and Dorcas’ heads and they don’t notice until it’s almost in their faces, and suddenly Regulus is laughing his head off because their faces are so red. He just doesn’t understand what the real reason why they’re blushing so hard is until Marlene says “Fuck it” and leans in to kiss Dorcas on the mouth. And then everyone is hooping and hollering and it’s chaos, but it dies down after a while.

And so Barty and Evan sneak off to go to the dance floor, and Pandora and Xeno leave to go find some of Xeno’s friends, and Sirius drags Remus off to go show him some of the constellations that you can see out the window.

And it’s a good thing that Sirius leaves, because maybe Regulus has finally had enough of waiting, or maybe there truly is something in that eggnog, because suddenly Regulus stands up abruptly, scraping his chair on the floor, and goes around to the other side of the table. No one knows what he’s doing until he grabs James’s face in his hands and kisses him hard, and then James is reaching up to grab Regulus’s face too and they’re practically making out in front of everyone.

And when Barty and Evan hear about it, they’re furious. Because what do you mean Regulus finally made a move, and they weren’t there to see it? After putting up with his whining and pining for years, they don’t even get to see the fruits of their labor?

And so Evan has to go running off in search of some more gelato for his boyfriend in an attempt to cool him down, and then they go over to the window to where there are some high tables that sit two, and they have a good time sharing gelato and looking out at the castle grounds.

Further down from them, Sirius is still pointing out constellations, oblivious to the uproar that just happened at their table, while Remus watches him with a fond look in his eyes.

Marlene and Dorcas take to the dance floor, and Dorcas has just worked up the courage to ask when Marlene blurts out “Do-you-wanna-go-on-a-date—I-mean-like-a-real-date—it’s-okay-if-you-don’t-but-I-just-thought-that-I’d-ask-please-say-yes.” And Dorcas stands shocked for minute, trying to process what Marlene just said. Marlene has just started to get truly worried when Dorcas smiles and leans in to kiss her for a good long minute, before she pulls back and grins and says “I would love that.”

And Pandora and Xeno have also started to dance, but they aren’t dancing in the typical sense of the word. They’re twirling around with their arms up, laughing and having a great time confusing everyone with what they’re doing.

James and Regulus are still at the table, talking to each other, and Regulus actually looks really, really happy for once.

Lily and Mary are standing by the desert table, having what looks like a very deep conversation, and Marlene and Dorcas start to bet on when they’ll get together. Marlene has fifty bucks on January, but Dorcas doesn’t think that it will be until at least Valentine’s Day.

Peter and his date, Benjy Fenwick, have struck up a conversation with some Hufflepuffs, who just brought out a game of Apples to Apples, and they couldn’t be having a better time.

When they all leave several hours later, they all agree that it’s the best Christmas party they’ve ever been to, and the Hufflepuffs start talking about making it a yearly tradition.

Leaving Hogwarts the next day is harder than it’s ever been, but spending Christmas with their families is a nice trade off. Barty gets to spend his Christmas with his grandma this year, since his father is away on a business trip, and he couldn’t be happier about it. Evan and Pandora spend their break in Switzerland, on their yearly skiing trip, and Regulus finally accepts the Potter’s invitation to spend Christmas with them. Dorcas and Marlene promise to send owls to each other, and the constant rapping of owls at their windows never fails to bring a smile to their faces.

All in all, it’s the best Christmas any of them have ever had, and they couldn’t be happier.

[faela404]

☆ The Library ☆

kazuha x gn! reader

prompt: - you and kazuha attend the same university, him being a english lit major and you being a person in stem😎 your paths never crossed until that day in the library…

*this is an smau so please do expect a lot of twitter posts and messages to read, there will be proper writing too but, it will mostly be that!!*

warning! just a lot of writing

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☆ you’re late. ☆

10:57pm

this is it! today marks the first day of kazuha and i working together to finish our own projects, and im already running late.

i’m not so sure how much help i can be to his assignment, i barely remember anything from high school english. i’ll try my best though!

god, i hope he’s good at cleaning or i’m never going to get this finished.

however, all of that will be down the drain if i don’t hurry up and get there.

this really is on brand for me at this point, being late got me stuck cleaning the library in the first place and being late’s going to be the thing that stops me from getting any help cleaning it.

11:17pm

great, 20 minutes late. i really hope he isn’t angry with me.

he’s seems like a pretty chill guy, but even chill guys can loose their cool.

carefully, i step into the cold library, only to be met by complete silence.

oh god what if he’s left already? my brain swirls with a hundred notions and questions to explain this deafening silence, until i’m ripped from my own thoughts by his beautiful voice.

“you’re late” he called to me from his seat. he was tucked away in a tiny nook in between the book cases. no wonder i didn’t see him at first.

“i’m so sorry, i had a nap and woke up later than i was meant too, i had to rush to get ready-“ i began rambling on until i was cut off again, by a small laugh.

he was laughing at me, he wasn’t mad.

“it’s quite alright, let’s get started shall we? i figured i’d start cleaning while you familiarise yourself with the topic and materials for my assignment. sound like a plan?” he gestured towards the seat he was previously occupying as he began walking towards my cleaning equipment.

“haha, yeah that sounds like a plan” i sat down and began reading over everything: his assignment brief, the blurbs of all the books he had read for it, the parts of the assignment he had done.

from what i can gather, his assignment is on shakespeare and why his writing style fit so well for his time. he had to write atleast 10 pages on said topic along while including annotated texts from each book used. kazuha decided he would use romeo and juliet and macbeth as his main focuses. they’re quite basic choices but that makes it easier for me i suppose.

after familiarising myself with the topic of his assignment enough that i could be of some help, i turned to beckon kazuha over, only to find he had already cleaned half of a whole section of the library.

holy shit, this is gonna go by so fast.

12:46am

we’d been working on his assignment for over and hour now with us finally finishing his 6th page. it didn’t take too long to pack up our things and make our way towards the entrance of the library.

slipping out into the cold winter air, we began walking together towards my dorm.

“you really don’t have to walk me back, kazuha”

“i know, but it’s the least i can do after you helped me today” he sent a small smile my way.

“besides, it’s in a similar direction to my car so it won’t take me much longer to get to my apartment”

oh so he’s rich rich, got it.

“oh right, i forgot you don’t live on campus”

this felt nice, he’s a really kind person so i’m glad we get to talk like this.

after a few more minutes of mindless chatting, we arrived infront of my dorms.

“thank you for walking me back kazuha, i really appreciate it” i smiled at him as i began to turn towards the entrance of my dorms.

until i feel his hand wrap around my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.

“wait, y/n” he mumbles.

is something wrong? did i do something? i look towards him, confused.

“would it be okay if i got your number?” he met my eyes. god his eyes look so beautiful in this light, i can see the hints of a brighter red swirling through them like the autumn leaves floating to the ground.

“of course you can kazuha, that way i can let you know when im gonna be late, haha” i pull out my phone in order to exchange numbers with the man infront of me.

“haha yeah of course” he shoots me a smile as he types his number in my phone.

we swapped our phones back before bidding eachother goodnight. i watch as he walks away towards the carpark before finally retreating into my dorms.

1:16am

i feel my phone buzz in my pocket.

a/n - when theres only one piece of social media stuff in an smau-

no but really, i hope ya’ll enjoyed this chapter! they’re progressinggggggg so proud of them-

i also wrote most of this with my cat just laying on my shoulder and neck-

thank you all for the continued support on this series and please remember to take care of yourself <3

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[nerdy-talks]

Hey there! 🫡 May I please request Dad!Tatsu (from the way of the house husband) dealing with his daughter's (the reader's) first period (everything platonic)? 😬 And then the reader is pretty calm about it (even though it she's in pain) but Tatsu is freaking out and Miku isn't home, etc. 😭😭

I'm extremely sorry for taking so long to post this, anon!

It's been a bit of a roller coaster here the past few weeks due to family stuff going on. Also, admittedly... I was a bit nervous/paranoid that I kept making Tatsu a bit out of character while I was writing. Hopefully that's not the case, though! Because despite my love for Way of the Househusband, Tatsu's lingo/way with words are a bit challenging to recreate (in the best way possible) lol ^^

With all that being said : I love this idea so much, anon! I honestly had a lot of fun writing this, so thank you for your request! I also kinda used a little bit of inspiration from my own personal experience except I didn't stay as composed as Reader does lol Anyway.... I hope you enjoy! (:

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Platonic!Dad!Tatsu X Platonic!Daughter!Reader

Period Pains, Rough Times

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The moment your mother had mentally prepared you for had finally arrived, yet you couldn’t help the feeling of dread wash over you.

The last thing you wanted to do was break the news to your father. You knew how he was, how he’d make a bigger deal out of the situation than was necessary.

But with a dwindling supply of feminine products left in the bathroom due to your Mom forgetting to restock and the discomfort in your lower abdomen slowly intensifying, you grit your teeth and reluctantly made your way towards the kitchen.

Standing in the doorway, you watched as your father skillfully blended a bowl of ingredients together, most likely intended for dinner later.

“Is Mom on her way home?” You inquired, looking at the clock on the wall.

“She’s gonna be late tonight, said her boss has some unfinished business left to tend to and your mother is in charge of the dirty work like usual.” Tatsu answered as he transferred the mixture into a baking pan.

“Oh…” you trailed off, gently clutching your stomach as another wave of cramps wracked your body.

Noticing the pained expression on your face, Tatsu turned his full attention to you.

“What’s going on? Ya look like you got gutted by a rival organization”

“It’s nothing serious. Just…. Can we go shopping?” You replied, choosing to ignore his less than flattering comparison.

“We just came back from running errands.” He retorted while raising an eyebrow to your seemingly odd behavior.

“I know that, but...” You paused.

“But what?”

“I forgot some items that I need for something important.”

“We can go later.” Tatsu replied nonchalantly.

“I need them sooner than later.” You argued, hoping to get the urgency across without having to elaborate.

“What’s up, kid?” He asked, concern lacing his words.

“Nothing.” Your attempt at maintaining a calm demeanor failed as the sharp ache caused you to hunch other slightly.

“It’s gotta be something.”

“Nothing.” You whined.

“Then you can wait for-“

“I need pads and medicine for cramps because I just got my period” you finally explained, knowing there was no sense in prolonging the inevitable.

A deafening silence filled the room as your father seemed frozen in place.

“Dad?” You spoke softly after a few minutes, snapping the man back to life. Tatsu raced over to you, gently grabbing your shoulders and leaning down to look you in the eyes.

“Don’t worry, (Name). There ain’t no way I’m gonna allow some punk to knock my little girl down.”

“Uh, Dad… it’s a period. Not a bully.”

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“Welcome! Can I help you find anything today?” The cheerful store clerk greeted as the new customer entered the store.

“I know you’re pushing product here. So tell me, where do you hide the good stuff?”

The clerk stared at Tatsu like he was crazy, completely unprepared for such a direct and unusual question.

“E-Excuse me?”

After his numerous failed attempts of contacting Miku at work, Tatsu realized that he would have to procure the appropriate personal care items on his own. Although this was previously uncharted territory for the ex-yakuza member, he vowed since the day you were born that his parental duties would always be of the utmost importance. Even more than his dedication to being a proper househusband.

“Ya know… the special pills designed for ladies. I need the best you’ve got, no cuttin’ corners.”

After an awkward conversation with her manager, Tatsu was directed to the correct isle and recommended the ‘best of the best’ medications for dealing with menstrual cramps.

But now, the Immortal Dragon was face-to-face with yet another monumental challenge : choosing the correct sanitary napkins.

‘We’re sorry, the person you are trying to reach is not available-‘

Click

Yet another call sent straight to voicemail. Miku had always been considerate of her husband, making sure to purchase her own feminine products at that time of the month. This was something Tatsu was now regretting, wishing he had paid closer attention to the brands and styles his wife preferred.

Wings or no wings? Scented or unscented? Ultra thin or maxi? What about sizing?

“Pardon me, sir? Do you need any help?” Another poor, unsuspecting clerk asked as she approached him.

“Yeah.” The girl instantly regretted all of her previous life choices as Tatsu turned towards her, package of pads in hand, an intimidating smile plastered on his face. “These a good brand for absorbing large amounts of blood? Can’t have a single drop ruining the interior, if ya catch my drift.”

~~~~

An hour passed before your bedroom door creaked open. Sitting up, you watched as a disheveled Tatsu entered.

“Dad? What happened?! Are you okay?” You asked, genuinely worried about your father.

“Don’t you start pitying me, (Name). I ain't dead yet. And even though it wasn’t easy, I’ll gladly take a bullet for my kid any day. What’s important is….” Extending his arm, he handed you a shopping bag filled with medicine and a few different kinds of feminine products. “I got the goods.”

~~~

“I’m sorry I wasn’t home sooner, honey. Today must have been rough for you.” Miku cooed as she rushed into your room, pulling you into a comforting embrace.

“It’s okay, Mom. It actually wasn’t that terrible. Dad got me everything I needed, and even agreed to make some chocolate cookies tonight for dessert.” You replied as you returned the hug.

“That’s great to hear, I’m so proud of how strong and mature you are.” Miku smiled and kissed your forehead.

“I guess Tacchan is the only one who had a rough day, then.” She mumbled, more to herself than to you, as she made her way back towards the door.

“What do you mean?”

Stopping mid-step, your mother sheepishly glanced back at you. “Let’s just say we can no longer shop at the nearby drugstore with your Dad anymore. Now hurry and wash your hands. Dinner is almost ready.”

With that, Miku exited your room and left you to reflect on just how grateful you were to have such an eccentric yet well-intentioned father.

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I hope this is good enough, and that Tatsu isn't too ooc ^^"

Once again, thank you so much for the request, lovely anon! I hope you and everyone else has a wonderful day ❤️

[the-writer71]

Secret Wedding

Hello! This story was written for @ashilrak Percy Jackson Spring Midnight Musing exchange. If you’d like to read it on AO3 here is the link. This was once again such a fun exchange and I truly look forward to all others this wonderful person hosts. Enjoy!! 

Also I’m sorry for posting this on here so long after AO3, I forgot to

Summary: Young Demigods never get much of a chance to have a happy life, especially when it comes to romance. So Percy and Jason take it into their own hands to be able to swear their love to each other. In the woods of Camp Half-Blood, the two wrapped in the early morning sun, Jason Grace and Percy Jackson swear to love each other, forever.

Word Count: 1998 

The two had met early in the morning in the woods that day. A plan in their heart that was so secret that no one knew about it. Not their friends or family. Not even the gods. It had to be this way they told themselves. Sure their friends and families would be supportive but not the gods. One would think after forcing two people to give their whole life to them that they could be granted this one wish. But it never worked that way. And today would be a happy day. They swore not on the River Styx, but to each other that today would be one to remember.

And it was.

Being a demigod came with so many hardships but those hardships formed the strongest of bonds. And no bond was stronger than the one between Percy and Jason. They had been born to be enemies. One of the ocean, one of the sky. Their fathers both rivals on the best of days and complete enemies at worst. They even came from paths that should result in bloodshed. A Greek and Roman. Yet here they stood, Jason with his hands on Percy's waist as they gently swayed together in the early morning breeze. 

The last day of summer. A day dreamed of by so many Greek demigods and now made even better. For today was the day that Percy would finally be allowed to marry Jason. The two had kept their secret for months. Sure they both knew people, and most likely the gods, knew they were together. But they didn’t need to know just how much. They didn’t need to know that six months ago, Jason had snuck into Percy's cabin late at night and proposed. They didn’t need to know that the ring that suddenly appeared on Percy's necklace wasn’t actually a college graduation present from his parents but instead a simple yet elegant engagement ring. 

“I love you,” Jason whispered as he gently pressed his face against Percy's shoulder. It felt unreal that they were doing this. It went against everything Jason believed in. They were polar opposites in that way. Jason had grown up honoring the gods to the highest degree. If they demanded it, he followed blindly. He didn’t always like it, but he didn’t have much choice in the matter. Percy on the other hand openly went against the gods. Sure he never tried to rise up against them and had helped take down the uprising that led to this moment. But Percy didn’t respect the gods like Jason did. Percy held anger towards them and while he did what they asked, it wasn’t because the gods asked him, it was to keep his family safe.

“I love you too,” Percy whispered, gently kissing Jason’s temple as the two clung to each other. They were about to do what was probably the stupidest thing they could. Go against direct orders. Direct orders by Jason's stepmother. They could very well be killed for this but neither of them cared. Because at least they’d die together.

The two slowly pulled out of the hug, keeping their fingers intertwined as they began to walk deeper into the woods just as the God Apollo filled the gaps in the trees with golden light.

“You know, this is a terribly stupid plan,” Jason said. “Like, Leo-level stupid. Stupid enough that when we get back we’ll be lucky if everyone doesn’t start a game of capture the idiots.” 

Ever the worrier. Percy simply laughed.

“At least we’ll be hunted together,” Percy joked. “Besides, the real person we should fear is my mom. She’ll actually kill us for not inviting her,” he teased, making Jason cringe at the thought. 

Jason loved Percys' mom. Ever since he began to date Percy, Sally had done her best to make Jason feel welcomed and be the motherly figure the boy so desperately wanted without ever knowing. But he also knew what she was capable of. One didn’t manage to get the king of the ocean and raise his child without being stubborn.

“At least we’ll die happy,” Jason joked. “And we can spend forever in Elysium, being young and in love,” he teased, bringing Percys' hand up to his mouth and gently kissing it.

“That’s actually not a bad trade-off,” Percy said, pretending to actually consider the option, making Jason laugh. Gods that laugh would never grow old.

Finally, the two entered the small clearing in the woods. It was a beautiful area filled with wildflowers and a few strawberry bushes that lost their way from camp. It may not be the scene one would expect for two princes about to marry but it was perfect for them.

“Ready?” Jason asked, turning to face Percy as he now held both of Percy’s hands. Percy always seemed so cold compared to everyone else. He supposed being a child of the ocean created that. 

“I believe you mean, do you take me to be your husband,” Percy teased, once again dragging a sweet and gentle chuckle from Jason's chest.

“Do you Perseus Jackson, take me, Jason Grace, to be your husband?” Jason asked, smiling as he looked at the man he swore to himself that he’d love forever.

“I do,” Percy said. “And do you, Jason Grace, take me, Perseus Jackson, to be your husband?” Percy asked, looking at the beautiful son of Jupiter. 

“I do,” Jason said, his heart beginning to race as he did something completely unplanned and absolutely stupid. “I swear on The River Styx to love you forever. I will live for you and die for you. I will take care of you and protect you from all harm. I will be the absolute best husband in the world to you, Percy. I may not have much, but I will always give all my love to you,” He said, thunder tearing through the clearing and completely catching Percy off guard.

“Are you stupid?!” Percy asked, freaking out slightly. He was beyond honored that Jason loved him so much that he’d make an oath like that, but that oath could never be broken or else Percy would actually lose Jason.

“Stupid in love,” Jason said, a calming smile on his face. “I mean it, Percy. Not even death could make me stop loving you. And if I ever lost you, I want to die. I don’t want to live in a world without you,”

Percy didn’t know what to say. Of course, he was honored. Of course, he felt the exact same way. But that didn’t change how stupid such a promise like that was. Still, Percy wouldn’t let Jason be stupid alone.

“I, Percy Jackson, hereby swear on The River Styx, to be Jason's husband. I will love him forever and only allow myself to die peacefully when he does. I will take care of him and show him exactly what it means to have a loving family,” Percy said, smirking slightly at the thunder rumbling around them as Jason blushed.

“I love you, Percy Jackson,” Jason said, carefully dipping Percy and gently kissing his lips to seal their marriage.

“I love you too, Jason Jackson,” Percy said, a slight tease to his tone. The name sounded perfect to Jason. Jason had wanted so long to lose his past and to have no ties to it. Now he had officially tied himself to Percy. They didn’t need a big ceremony or a blessing from the gods. They just needed each other. They just needed love.

The two stood there for a moment, just staring at each other. They had done it. They had actually done it. They were married and would be perfectly happy together. 

They soon made the walk back to camp where everyone was already getting ready for breakfast. They didn’t even think twice about their next move. They held each other's hand and both sat at the Poseidon table. Everyone else instantly took notice. Not because of the couple everyone had been gossiping about since last year. But because of what happened as soon as Jason sat at the Poseidon table.

A green trident floated over his head.

Jason and Percy both stared up at the symbol, eyes wide. Neither of them had planned this. As far as Percy had known, Poseidon was just as clueless as everyone else was supposed to be. Unfortunately for them, everyone else seemed to catch on to what happened.

“When the Hades did you two finally get married?!” Nico broke the silence as he stared daggers at the two as he sat at Apollo's table.

“Uh,” was all that could come from the two boys' mouths as they continued to stare at the disappearing symbol. This was definitely far from good but probably what the two boys had coming. Still, Percy planned to have a very serious talk with his father when whatever punishment the two were bound to get was over with.

“Well?” Nico asked, now standing as he stared at the two.

“Like, twenty minutes ago. If that,” Jason eventually answered. “It wasn’t a real marriage. Just us promising to love each other forever,” 

“That is pretty much a real wedding,” Annabeth cut in, also glaring at them. “Why didn’t you tell anyone? How did you both hide it from me?!” 

The two newlyweds were once again at a loss for words. Everyone seemed to be staring at the two with a mixture of confusion and anger. After all, how could they dare to hide such good news from them?

“We just didn’t want the gods to know. We were going to tell everyone,” Percy said. “We just wanted to enjoy today but we would’ve told everyone once we figured out how to not have to deal with Hera,” 

“Okay fair, but still, very rude,” Nico said, summoning his sword from the shadows. “I’ll speak with you both after breakfast.”

Thus began the most intense breakfast ever. The children of the big three, all seemed to race each other to finish first. The second Nico had though, Percy and Jason didn’t try to finish, instead taking off to not be screamed at by their friend who would no doubt quickly learn of their oath.

“When we tell your mom, and like, actually get killed for this, promise to remember me like I was at our wedding,” Jason said, panting slightly as the two ran, trying their best to avoid shadows.

“Ditto,” Percy said. “At least with Nico he gets bored, my mom will especially kill us when she finds out we made oaths on the Styx,”

“You what?!” Nico yelled, closing in on the both of them.

“Well I suppose the end is coming far sooner than I had hoped,” Jason said, taking Percys' hand and pulling him toward the lake. “Let's see just how dead we are,” He said, dragging his husband into the cold water where Nico didn’t dare to go.

“What happened to you hating the water?” Percy teased.

“Can’t hate anything you belong to,” Jason said, pulling Percy into a sweet and gentle kiss that nearly took Percy's breath away.

“Gods I love you,” Percy whispered before dragging his boyfriend underwater.

And that was how the two spent the first day of their honeymoon. Hiding under the lake water at camp and simply enjoying each other. Jason could actually manage to breathe under the water, a fact that made Percy very happy since they really could just spend all day under it.

Unfortunately for them, they weren’t immune from the cold and both spent the rest of the week with terrible colds and the annoyance of all of camp, and the anger of Percy’s mom.

Still, it was a day they’d never forget and one they both cherished forever. Besides, at least being sick meant talking of the future and trying to outsmart the gods even more. It may not have gone exactly to plan, but no one could stop their love.

[jade-of-mourning]

guess whooooooo

so I don’t want to be agitating and I noticed you said you’ve been busy but I genuinely do not remember if I sent you an ask recently or if that was a dream?? so if I’ve been bugging you pls just ignore me I will not be offended 😭🙏🏼

the reason for my presence in your inbox today is because I was looking thru the mako tag and saw ur avatar mako snippet. I then began to experience Thoughts and decided you might enjoy if I shared them :33

what I’ve been thinking about is the possible dynamics of this au because. tragic backstory x avatar is something we didn’t quite get w korra because all her Avatar Trauma happened during the show. however,,, mako and bolin got that orphan swag

so for one I wanted to reference one of your older posts about mako and lin having a history across each other at an interrogation table. just imagine how she feels seeing the little brat (who she’s almost certain is zolt’s little prodigy) turn out to be the avatar who she now has to tolerate and work with to protect the city that never gave him shit.

and besides the early momboss and detectiveson feelings (linzin reconciliation?? kyalin reveal????) the other dynamic is just mako and republic city as a whole. this was actually kind of touched on in canon w how korra had to acclimate to the entirely different world of a revolutionizing industrial city, but instead it would be mako learning to cherish the streets that had chewed him up and spat him back out.

another reason this would be cool is bcuz it already happens in the show as well. despite mako’s character being completely abandoned after the love triangle, his becoming a cop kind of shows that he has grown to want to protect his city. being a police officer in the atla-verse means you have a real devotion to your city—under a boss like lin, you just get replaced realll quick if you don’t (eg, those two guys who pissed on mako when varrick framed him for domestic terrorism or whatever was going on there).

it also can’t be only for money, because if it was he would’ve gone back to probending; something he was just indifferent towards. anyway, what I’m trying to say is that somewhere offscreen he had that development in view as he grew to want to protect the city for more reason than that it would keep he and his brother safe. so essentially, in the avatar mako au, he goes through that development earlier, when he’s still a kid.

this would probably also affect his personality. if he was taken care of earlier on, he wouldn’t have stonewalled himself away out of distrust for the rest of the world. so basically he’s a snappy, sarcastic little bitch by canon because he never taught himself to bite his tongue or die—it also parallels him to korra (cough and katara cough) a bit more which I thought was nice.

I just totally lost my train of thought but uhhhhh,,, sorry for the long ask. hope you’re doing okay :)

much love

🐌

HI SNAILON!! i'm sure you saw my very late response but yeah dw you did not hallucinate that ask kjsdffgkjfsdh

anyway!!! i'm enjoying your avatar mako thoughts so much omg. mako and bolin really do got that Orphan Swag:tm: and i do love a good trauma backstory avatar. (still no one could ever compare to korra but shh we all know she's the most superior avatar of all time in our hearts…)

woah i forgot to think about the potential of lin & mako's relationship in the context of the au as a greater entity. aughhhhafjkhafdhk she's probably be pissed as hell at the start; i feel like tiny avatar!mako is absolutely the stiff bitter kleptomaniac sort specifically designed to get on lin beifong's nerves like no one else and that would agiatate her SO MUCH. but i think that over time as she starts to see him for what he really is and sees a little more of the good in his heart, she'll… actually she'll still treat him pretty harshly because now she doesn't like that she sees herself in him, but she has a greater amount of empathy for him and in vulnerable moments, i think that she would actually turn out to be the adult figure that mako would be most willing to seek out, surprisingly.

also yes i'm really excited to explore how mako rekindles an actually kind relationship with this halfway awful city. i really want to steep it in culture and i think i'll project my experiences in taiwan onto it because it's such a place of all time. the idea of hole in the wall restaurants that could not possibly meeting the hygiene standards and the owners are tough and impersonal but also they're the most natural people to be around, and the food is the best you've ever tasted for the cheapest price possible as you hop from sagging overhang to sagging overhand, never sitting down for a full meal but something about the perpetual motion is so comforting. anyway. republic city taiwan allegory. just really want to write about that, roughly.

i agree about the point of cop!mako :P even though i have complicated feelings about his assumption of a role that had been one of the primary institutions that enforced the system of how he and bolin lived as kids, i also think that he views it as a twisted form of redemption for himself as a child that i frankly think he doesn't have to assume moral culpability for, but i also understand that it's the sort of tangible thing that i think a guy like him would need to ever feel worthy enough of living. i have a lot of thoughts about this that i will have to condense into actual words sometime later…

i'm a big fan of mako actually getting to express his salt. i think that canon mako (and bolin, to an extent) takes a great amount of effort to restrain the Absolute Heathen that he was raised as in order to fit in with this impossible to understand high class society. (it's actually a point i'm going to explore in the fic with this version!) but yeah i feel like there's a lot of carefully trained-out language and habits that must exist in both mako and bolin who are trying so hard to not be perceived as the children they were, because their public images are very dependent on the exterior that they put out to the world. they need to be passably proper to get a fanbase which might land them support from higher up people which might land them a sponsorship which might enable their team to actually rise above as underdog which might lead them to win the pot which might let them finally build a lives for themselves. anyway. honestly avatar!mako would absolutely be hypermonitored by tenzin about his vocabulary and habits (coughing at this excerpt i wrote some time back: "He forces his breath to settle in his chest and forces himself to be grateful that he doesn't have a cigarette that he can lose himself in; he doesn't need Tenzin catching one more of his bad habits to take away from him."). but i think that in the presence of korra who will piss him off SO MUCH he won't have the same qualms about trying to fit into high class society because he'll have settled into this actual protection and stability provided to him by adults for the past several years, and he'll allow himself more to slip back into cussing her out with the vehemence of a Trained Asshole. it'd be funny trust.

i dont think i enunciated that very well but i have also had many thoughts on language and habits that mako and bolin forced themselves to eject for the sake of their precarious position in society. i think that it's also an ingrained part of them that when they're older along in life and have more stability, i like to imagine that they might end up casually incorportating back because their lives don't depend on their manners LOL. older mako would be only half the foul-mouth that his younger self was but asami would still be extremely mortified tbh. and bolin would just be COMEDY ohh

[i-sveikata]

Hi! I first want to say that I really enjoy your work; I remember reading a Steve/Bucky fic of yours years ago and really liking it but I don't think I had a ao3 account at the time so I completely forgot about it. But yesterday while I was (desperately) searching for some more Vegas/Pete fanfic I stumbled upon IFTG and binge read it a full sitting (yes I have been completely unproductive today but I do not consider it a waste as I have enjoyed every minute I spent reading your fic)

Secondly, and sorry if this has already been asked or if these are inapt questions

(I'm more of a lurker when it comes to social platforms so I'm not sure how these things go)

, but I just wanted to know how you got into KinnPorshe and what are you thoughts on the show and it's various ships? I personally got into it a bit late (literally like 2 weeks ago) and was just curious about your experiences with the fandom and opinions and what not

I was also hoping you could recommend some Vegas/Pete stories that you enjoy (I'm always looking for more 😅)

Again love your stories, hope your having a good day.

Omg thanks so much anon that’s really sweet! Oh hahahhaha sounds like a productive day to me lol

Oh don’t be sorry! I would say I’m more of a lurker too in fandom tbh like I’ll still comment on fic I read and stuff but I’m normally more of a hermit coming out of my cave tossing a fic on ao3 and then running for it hahahahah so I understand!

Oh well I guess when that first trailer came out it was blowing up on tumblr and I watched it and was intrigued about it (plus I love the Australian/Thai actor and I knew he’d be in it too) and I guess I ended up just sort of vague keeping in the loop about it because so many people were excited. I think I watched it from when it first aired if I remember right? Or a least maybe an Ep or two after that? I kind of do this thing where I stalk all the gifs of a show on tumblr and if I find it interesting then I decide to watch it lol. But yeah I wasn’t hugely involved in the fandom from what I’ve heard a lot of it was on Twitter which I don’t use so I can’t really give much of an general update. All I can say is it was a really exciting time when that first trailer came out and everyone eventually got worried it might never come out when it took so long for them to give an airing date after it

I’ve actually gotten more of a fandom experience since I started writing this fic and people started coming over to tumblr to talk to me!! Which has honestly been really great and a fun way to dip myself into the fandom community for kp

I’m sorry I haven’t actually read that many!! I’ve got an old post where I’ve answered that before but I’ll come back to this ask later and link it for you

At this stage I am actively trying not to read other stuff in the fandom because I don’t really want to be low key influenced by any fic if that makes sense? Like in a fandom you eventually get fandom generated character traits or truths that start to trickle across everyone’s fics and for the moment I’m trying to avoid it.

Thanks so much hope You have a wonderful day too!!

[sneezyminniejo]

Can you write for up10tion with a sick sneezy Sunyoul? Like, him apologizing for sneezing and trying to hold it back to not spread it to the other members? And them taking care of him (pls include Wooseok, even tho he's unactive but I mean theyre still labelmates even if he'd leave the group) thankss

Here it is. Hope you enjoy

Sick Apologies

It was day three. Yein has been sick for three days, and so far he’s managed to essentially hide it. Although it had helped that day one was just a sore throat and day two was just thick post nasal drip leading to the occasional cough.

Today however, Yein had woken up with his sinuses completely clogged. As soon as he sat up in bed he instantly felt an itch and immediately brought his blanket to his face and muffled three sneezes before making his way to the bathroom. While in the bathroom, he did his best to blow his nose, but wasn’t very successful in clearing anything out. He sighed as he went back to his room to get ready for the day.

It wasn’t long before Yein had to leave his apartment to go to the company and meet with his group. He went back to his bathroom to look for a mask, but unfortunately, he didn’t have any more. He had run out at some point and forgot to buy more. He sighed again and decided that he would do his best not to sneeze around the others.

By the time he had gotten to the company building, Yein was beginning to wonder if he should have called in sick today. He knew he didn’t have a fever because he had checked his temperature earlier. The issue was he was currently running fifteen minutes late and it was his cold’s fault. Yein wound up having to pull over a few times in order to have sneezing fits of impressive length. He also had to stop at a convenience store to get some tissues that he had neglected to bring with him and a mask in the process.

Yein blew his nose into some tissues and placed his mask over his face before joining the others in the practice room. He was fully prepared for some kind of lecture, as he’s normally quite punctual. Therefore fifteen minutes is quite late for him. Sure enough, when he opened the door to the practice room, practice was in full swing. From the looks of it, they were just  running the choreography and made due with his absence.

Fortunately or unfortunately, the song his members were working on was just ending. Just in time for Sooil to turn and see Yein dropping his bag on the floor next to the others.

“Yein, get stuck in traffic or something? You’re never late.” The group’s leader said as he went to pause the practice playlist.

“Or something.” Yein responded. He began to walk to the middle of the studio, but abruptly stopped in his tracks. Yein stood ramrod straight and inhaled sharply. It was a couple seconds later that had him bending at the waist.

"HEH-STIESHHH, HEH-STIESHHH, HIH-NGXSTSHH… Sorry." Yein sniffled and cringed at the mess that was on his lip. So much for the mask he was wearing. He removed the mask and took a tissue from his pocket and productively blew his nose. He stuffed the tissue back in his pocket.

“Sorry.” Yein said as he walked over to the trash can, throwing away both the mask and the tissues. His members were looking at him a bit strangely, causing him to give them a questioning look.

“You good there, Yein? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sneeze more than once.” Kogyeol asked.

“I’m fine. It’s just a little cold.” Yein said. He went to the center of the room to roughly get into position and the others followed. Jinwook decided to restart the warm up so that Yein could properly warm up. Once warm ups ended, the group began to work on their current tile track choreography for their upcoming comeback.

There was just one tiny issue. Yein seemed fairly distracted. He was consistently almost missing cues and at one point almost got plowed over because he wasn’t paying attention and the part of the choreography they were practicing was quite fast. This meant that Jinhyuk had a hard time stopping in time. Fortunately no accident occurred. Although a water break was called, even though only an hour and a half passed.

“Hyung, I don’t think you’re as okay as you claim.” Dongyeol said. In part because Yein wasn’t actually drinking his water, he was holding his metal water bottle up to his forehead. A moment later Yein brought the bottom of his shirt up to his face and he sneezed four times.

“I’m fine, Yeol. I just didn’t sleep well last night.” Yein said as he used his shirt to wipe his itchy nose. He cringed a little when he saw the mess. “Sorry. I’m just going to qui-HEHSTIESHH, HIH-STIESHHHH go to the bathroom.” Yein unsuccessfully covered those sneezes and clumsily ran out of the room.

“Hyung, you’re not gonna let him practice today are you?” The maknae asked. Sooil shook his head in response. It was clear that Yein wasn’t in good enough condition to be dancing.

Meanwhile Yein was struggling. Shortly after entering the hallway, he succumbed to a fairly intense and messy sneezing fit. He was still a ways away from the bathroom and he wasn't about to go back to the practicroom with his face dripping snot and mucous. He tried to just use his hand and realized zed that that wasn't going to work. Yein decided to use his already slightly messy shirt as a tissue, so he took his shirt off and used it to properly clean his face.

One thing about the building the Up10tion members work in is that the decor and everything is identical throughout. Because of this, Yein hadn't realized that he had completely passed the bathroom while he was tending to his nose.

Wooseok was in the recording studio, working on songs for his solo album. He was currently taking a quick break, and as such, wasn't wearing headphones or anything. Just as he was about to put his headphones back on, he heard a weird sound coming from the other side of the door. Wooseok paused for a second and then heard the sound again. After hearing the noise for the third time, Wooseok decided to investigate. He got up and opened the door, only to find Yein standing just outside the studio door sneezing into his shirt.

“Ye-” “Heh-STIESHHH” “Yein-” “HEH-ngxtshhh, hih-stieshhh” Wooseok decided to pull Yein into his studio and he frowned a little at the warmth he felt. After another moment Yein stopped sneezing and the slightly older man took Yein’s shirt out of his hands and offered him a tissue.

“You good, Yein?” Yein nodded while he used several tissues to clean himself up. He turned away from Wooseok and coughed into the tissues.

“Sorry. Wait, why am I in your studio?” Yein asked, voice full of congestion.

“What do you mean why are you in my studio? You were right outside the door sneezing, so I brought you inside.” Wooseok placed his hand on Yein’s forehead and frowned again. “You have a fever. Let’s go.” Wooseok quickly packed up his bag and grabbed Yein’s shirt. He made a disgusted face at the mess covering it, but handed it back to Yein.

It took about two minutes to get to the practice rooms. Everyone was a little surprised to say the least when they saw Wooseok walk into the room holding Yein's wrist.

"Hyung, why are you here?" The maknae asked. The question seemed out of left field, but Wooseok had unofficially left the group awhile ago. There’s also the fact that they were all honestly so busy that they haven’t really talked to each other, let alone seen each other much except in passing in the building. “I found Yein here outside the studio sneezing into his shirt.” Wooseok began to explain. Yein was a sniffling mess and pressed his shirt to his face as he sneezed again.

“Sorry.” The sick man said as he stepped away from the group a little bit.

“Hyung,” Wooseok looks directly at Jinwook. “Yein has a fever. He should be in bed.” Jinwook and Sooil both looked concerned at that. “Yein,” Jinwook said using his leader voice. “You said you just had a cold. You never said anything about a fever.” “Honestly, I didn’t know I had a fever. I ne-never t-too-hehstieshhh, hih-stieshhh. Took my temperature. Sorry.” Yein rubbed his face on his shirt. The sick man threw his shirt over to his bag and began walking to the middle of the room.

“Yein, you are not working today. Maybe if we were just doing studio time. But dancing is going to raise your temperature further.” Jinwook said as he went to grab Yein’s bag. The leader sighed. “We’re too close to our comeback for more than one person to be out and I know for a fact that no one will be available to give you a ride until our schedules for the day are over. Just relax on the couch I guess.” It wasn’t an ideal situation, but it would have to do.

Yein went to the couch and sat down. Although he didn’t look happy about it. Wooseok had left the room fairly quickly and no one really commented on it, as they needed to get back to practice.

It seemed that Yein was sicker than he was letting on as even though he was in a room with blasting music, the sick man had fallen asleep. He hadn’t actually lied down though. His feet were still planted on the floor and his torso had fallen to the side.

By the time lunch rolled around, Yein was still asleep. However, Hwanhee had repositioned him so that he was properly lying down. Dam woo was currently in the process of waking the sick man for some food, when Wooseok walked in. All of the members looked a bit confused, especially since he was carrying a take out bag.

“What do you have there?” Changhyun asked.

“I thought I’d get soup for Yein. I knew you guys wouldn’t have enough time to make sure he actually eats his food. And since I’m just in the studio for the day, I thought I'd help out.” The other members chuckled a little as Yein slowly woke up. It was true that Yein frequently had a hard time eating whenever he was sick. He always had a major drop in appetite.

Lunch had been nice. It was more of Wooseok spoon feeding Yein soup because the sick man was half asleep. But Yein had eaten his meal. Afterwards Wooseok offered to bring Yein home so he could get some rest on his bed. Everyone agreed including Yein, who after his nap, was feeling considerably worse.

The one issue here was Wooseok had forgotten the address of Yein’s apartment, so he brought them to the dorm that really only get used when Up10tion is having an active comeback. He quick sent a text to Jinwook to tell him he brought Yein to the dorm before making a trip to the pharmacy. He and Yein spent the afternoon sitting on the couch watching tv while the sick man drifted in and out of consciousness,

It was a couple hours later that the doorbell rang. Confused, Wooseok got up and answered the door. Only to find delivery food, enough to feed the entire group. A moment later his phone rang with a text from Minsoo, telling him that he had ordered food for everyone and that they’d all be by in a few minutes once practice was fully over.

The commotion of the others arriving is what woke Yein up the most. While he was still feverishly groggy, he was coherent.

“Guys, I promise I’m f-fine. I can totally work tom-heh-stieshhh, hihngxst-nxgtshh. Sorry. I’m fine to work tomorrow.” Yein said, not at all confidently as he continued to use his soiled shirt as a tissue. All of the members exchanged looks before Jinwook shot the idea down, citing the standard policy of no fever for a minimum of twenty four hours.

Since the comeback really was just around the corner, the rest of the group decided to move back into the dorm a little bit early. That way they’d all be able to keep an eye on the sick member and make sure he didn’t actually try to work when he wasn’t in any condition to do so.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Ok, pre-lore Karmaland liveblog + the inevitable L / Q lore liveblog whenever that starts:

(very late because I forgot to hit "post” before I left the house orz)

Sapo Peta: I WILL rescue Luckity Me: King you better rescue Luzu’s PC first he’s been lagging ALL DAY

Oh man Sapo Peta doesn’t think of Quackity romantically after the situation in the cave?? I don’t even remember what happened in the cave I just remember that they had a big fight

Sapo Peta: If I save Luckity, it will also save Karmaland *HEAVY BREATHING* DOES THIS MEAN MY THEORY IS CORRECT???

As long as Sapo Peta can keep them from dying that’s what matters :(

Sapo Peta’s trying so hard to help them, he’s not concerned about love or his own feelings :(((

Gosh I wish he’d post a PNG of the Karmaland news so I could translate it and read it properly :(

why is Alexby hitting on Sapo Peta GIRL ARENT YOU ENGAGED

Actually Fargan never frickin proposed, chase your bliss Alexby you deserve something

Awh Sapo Peta saying he’s suffered enough in love :((( Poor Sapo Peta, his poor heart...

OH NO HE SAID HE FEELS USED....MAN I FEEL SO BAD

Sapo Peta just said of all the worlds he has been to, this is the worst, the most chaotic of all, J E E Z

AWH.. ALEXBY GAVE HIM A HUG  TT o TT

I adore Alexby so much he’s SO sweet

Wait why are they visting Vegetta I missed that completely

Man I really hope Luzu’s tech issues will get fixed. Can you imagine if they all had to stop mid-lore and go UHHHH TBH TOMORROW because Luzu can’t log in? Pftt

LMAO SAPO PETA SAYING “Everyone wants a frickin thumbnail”, poor guy. “All of you only want me for clicks :(((”

Rubius just realized Vegetta is on the server and they’re immediately fighting in DMs boys PLEASE

Alexby telling Sapo Peta he’s in love with Fargan.... FARGAN LOG THE FRICK ON, Fargexby fans are the real losers today, no matter how Luckity ends :( I’m so sorry Fargexby fans but at least you got your crumbs

LUZU’S ONLINE??? OH BOY

oh no but what if he can’t go live again?

Noooo Rubius said he has a Christmas present that can’t be opened until December, but Karmaland probably won’t last until the 25th of December SOBS

Sapo Peta said he has a plan for Luzu and Quackity to restore peace to Karmaland, and he will try to make them fall in love again and I’m like. A) My theory is absolutely correct and B) MY HEART IS SHATTERED

Ow someone said “Maybe they’ll forgive each other but I don’t know if they’ll be able to fall in love again”

IMO even if they forgive each other I don’t think they’ll ever be the same as they were before. They aren’t the same people anymore. The person they loved isn’t there anymore, but the love remains

FRICK LUZU AND Q JUST WENT LIVE

Quackity: Someone in chat just said "I hope it ends up with a wedding". So stupid, mock them in chat LMFAO DONT BE FRICKIN RUDE QUACKITY, LET US DREAM IT”S ALL WE HAVE

Quackity: Today we are having a conversation with Luzu but what he doesn't know is that I'm taking something with me that threatens his life WHAT IS THIS ACTUALLY GONNA BE A MURDER SUICIDE ENDING?? Does he have a bomb on him or something?? QUACKITY PLEASE DONT DIE

Quackity: It ends today. Chat: You should fix it in bed Quackity: NO. Today either he dies or I die LMFAO CHAT.....GUYS PLEASE

Quackity: I'm about to have the most important conversation in my life and Rubius has me trapped down here LMAO Rubius really said “The bit > Lore” and He’s Right

Luzu: Today, Quackity and I have to either work together... or say goodbye. [SKULL EMOJI]

Sapo Peta told them if they went to space they might not be able to come back?? Maybe that’s what they mean when they say Karmaland will end, because they will no longer be in Karmaland???

Rubius: It’s better this way, if I can’t come back HUH???

Sapo Peta: They always ask me for a thumbnail but they never ask me how I am LMFAO I LOVE HIM

I take it back, Fargexby fans aren’t losing, Sapo Peta himself is losing

Rubius has Titi’s stick :(((

Rubius: I’m excited to see Titi again SOBBING

I love that Luzu and Quackity are both doing a dramatic monologue rn

I KEEP FORGETTING LUZU JUST HAS THAT GIANT NUDE PAINTING OF HIMSELF IN THE MAYOR’S OFFICE LMAO. Imagine trying to talk about politics with the Karmaland mayor and you gotta stare at his naked portrait while discussing some environmental protection act or something PFTTTT

oh man he still has Rubius’ daughter I FORGOT ABOUT THAT

Oh next week they’re going to revive Titi? So Luzu and Quackity might not live to see Titi come back? Oh no

Luzu: It's necessary to forget everything Quackity has done, temporarily. If we're not united, we're doomed. That’s for sure

Luzu: I have to think of Karmaland. Everything I've done has been for Karmaland, I cannot be selfish right now. Oh? I thought everything was supposed to be for Quackity? Hmmmmm suspicious

Quackity: Right now I don't care about Karmaland. I care about my revenge UH OH Man that contrast...

WHAT THE FRICK

Oh is that Sapo Peta??? LMFAO that voice caught me off-guard

THEY BOTH GOT TRANSPORTED AND QUACKITY INSTANTLY STARTS SHOOTING LMFAO

Quackity: HELP Luzu: QUACKITY STOP SHOOTING THIS IS NOT HELPING PFTTT

But his instinct to call for help :((((

Quackity: WHICH OF YOUR HENCHMAN IS DOING THIS? Luzu: NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU !!!!

THEY GOT LED INTO A FANART ROOM IM LOSING MY FRICKIN MIND

THEY PULLED GUNS ON EACH OTHER

l o r d

PFTT OK VALID REACTION

OH MY GOSH I DIDNT EVEN FRICKIN NOTICE THERE’S A BED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM IM SCREAMING?? THIS IS LITERALLY A FANFIC WHAT IS *HAPPENING*

Oh my gosh they can’t kill each other THANK GOODNESS THAT SCARED ME SO BAD WHEN LUZU SHOT HIM IN THE HEAD

They’re actually talking... but... :(((

But will it change anything? Or will it make things worse? Will Quackity even believe anything Luzu says?

Luzu: It's true, I committed fraud. But I swear to you. It was to protect you. Just before the elections, I had a vision. I didn't remember anything but pain after I woke up, and something in me told me that I had to stop you from being the mayor because I didn't want you to suffer, or be used by others. I wanted to tell you everything, but you got crazy. I wanted to do everything with you, but you behaved unlawfully. I couldn't talk to you anymore. You weren't you anymore, you went insane. Oh my heart is shattered

They should’ve communicated more :((

Luzu: If we had talked to each other from the beginning, nothing would have happened. LIKE I SAID

wait why is Luzu watching a Football Ad

Sapo Peta: I see hate in your eyes Quackity

Quackity: Luzu, you were the best person I knew in Karmaland AGH!!!

Quackity: you're the only one who offered me a hand, and it stops me from shooting you right between the eyes right now AGH....

Quackity: Listen to me carefully. One of the main rules of power and life is the concept involved in our culture. You were the best person I knew. Ever since I came here, my welcome was mocking and humiliation. But you helped me. And I am thankful for that, even now. It took me a while to get accustomed here. But now that I have, I became someone. My voice was heard. And through politics, I finally was heard. And even if they didn't agree with me, I was in a position to be different from the person I was when I got here. And you took that away from me. And even if you want to pretend you wanted to protect me, I don't believe you one bit. I don't regret anything I've done because you took the most important thing I wanted. Oh this writing is so good...

LET HIM FINISH TALKING LUZU!!!!

One of Quackity’s biggest things has always been agency, but he feels like Luzu is taking away that agency and that freedom, and ultimately, his voice. And to some extent, he’s right.

Nooo nooo this isn’t working this isn’t working on no it’s just like we thought

They’re too hurt :(((

Quackity: I got nothing else to live for right now. You took my house, you humiliated me, right now, the only thing I want is to kill you. It's the only thing I will do once we leave, even if I die trying. Oh my heart aches so much

Luzu: What's the first thing I told you? Don't trust anyone but me. And if you did trust me, you would have asked why I did what I did. Quackity: You aren't listening! I am thankful, but I don't care anymore! A FRIEND SHOULDN’T JUST ASK FOR THAT TRUST! THEY SHOULD SHOW IT! QUACKITY IS RIGHT! And it hurts but I understand what he’s saying

Oh my gosh it scared me when Luzu yelled FRICK he’s so good

ahhhh and they’re shooting at each other again, there’s just no way to resolve this peacefully. The hurt runs too deep, the scars are too strong

Sapo Peta sounds so sad :(((

Quackity: Sapo Peta, just let me kill Luzu, then you can kill me. Then everything will end, then Karmaland will be peaceful. FRICK HE REALLY IS GOING FOR A MURDER SUICIDE ROUTE FRICK!!! SAPO PETA PLEASE SAVE THEM

EVEN IF THEY DONT RECONCILE, DONT LET THEM DIE PLEASE

Sapo Peta: For power you've done very bad things. It doesn’t matter anymore what you two have now, because I will erase your memories

WHAT

NO

NOO

NO SAPO PETA IS GOING TO ERASE THEIR MEMORIES NO NO NO SAPO PETA THIS IS NOT WHAT I FRICKIN MEANT!!!!!

Quackity: WHAT THE F**K ARE YOU DOING SAPO PETA -- I SWEAR THERE ARE BETTER WAYS TO DEAL WITH THIS

NO THIS IS SO MUCH WORSE THAN WE THOUGHT NO NO NO DONT DO IT

Sapo Peta: I don't care what you think of each other! Karmaland comes first! Luzu: I won't forget anything you've done! I will keep the memories somewhere and I'll kill you! AND ITS TRUE LUZU’S THE ONLY ONE WHO REMEMBERS THINGS. HE”LL FEEL IT, EVEN IF HE CANT REMEMBER IT

Quackity: Please don't erase my memories I cant live what I've lived through again OH NO... NO NO please don’t re-traumatize him like this

Sapo Peta: This will hurt a little bit Quackity: Please don’t do this

Oh this hurts so much

NO OH NO HES ACTUALLY DOING IT NO!!! NO SAPO PETA PLEASE NO

Quackity: My only purpose is to kill you! I won't forget anything you've done! And before we're brainwashed, I can tell you I'm glad I killed your kids. You don't know how much I've wanted to kill you, I've prayed for it. I'm willing to die to kill you! 

Oh my gosh. he actually did it. Sapo Peta actually erased their memories

Sapo Peta: Oh I’m so glad you’re awake! You were in a coma :D OH FRICK OFF

Sapo Peta’s introducing them to each other I want to SOB

Luzu: “Quackity”... like a duckling! I’m gonna frickin turn into a pile of dust

Quackity: I’m going to call you Vlogs Luzu: Please don’t I WANT TO LAUGH BUT MY HEART HURTS TOO MUCH

So they can remember everything except for each other :((((

Oh no Quackity’s bringing up his cousins, Sapo Peta can’t allow him to see his cousins again though or they’ll remind him aGHHGHHHHH

Luzu: Where do you live, Quackity? Quackity: I used to live in an island, but now I'm homeless. Luzu: Maybe I can help you out, come to my house! Though I can tell you, don't trust people in Karmaland. Quackity: I've been living here for a while though. I CRAVE DEATH

AH.... HE CALLED QUACKITY QUACKS

But this plan won’t work -- because as soon as they talk to literally anyone else in Karmaland, they’ll remember

OH NO QUACKITY IS ASKING ABOUT THE ELECTIONS

Wait I JUST realized Luzu changed out of his outfit that’s such an AWESOME frickin detail. Reposting this tweet because their photo comparisons is so much better than the screenshots I took

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Ok I got interrupted for a giant 2 hour meeting so I’m going to rewind and rewatch some stuff because I was too caught up writing down stuff for this liveblog, I feel like I didn’t appreciate the details enough. Going to focus more on watching this time than note taking, but I’ll pause when I have major thoughts I’d like to share

:((((

I think it’s interesting how differently they react to the dark space when they’re first transported. Quackity shouts for help, and Luzu almost seems to shrink into himself and is instantly cautious. Quackity’s loud aggressive approach vs. Luzu’s quiet analytical one

Also. Good lord. The fanart room. See this is another reason I’m rewatching because I was too busy writing notes to truly get a good look at just WHAT Sapo Peta put in there

WOW HE PUT SOME REALLY SHIPPY ONES IN THERE

awh one of the DTIYS Blisky drawings is there! Awwww

Ah Yes And Then There’s One Of Them Sleeping Together (biblically) PFTTT. Makes me wonder how often Sapo Peta browses the tag for the Newspaper / for these uhhhh events shall we say. Sapo Peta / Maxo is braver than any US Marine

It’s so cool being like :O ! I KNOW THAT ARTIST but also I wonder how they felt seeing their art in that room. If it was me I think I’d be mortified. Like, I’d definitely be flattered, but mortified

Quackity shooting at the frickin fanart of them kissing I’m screaming

I STILL DONT UNDERSTAND WHY LUZU PAUSED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LORE

WHY THE FRICK DID LUZU PULL UP FOOTBALL IM STILL  CONFUSED

oh my gosh he said “Thursday night football” in such a perfect American Football Announcer voice that just killed me

DO THEY WANT ME DEAD OR WHAT

But Luzu and Quackity are smart. I don’t think they’re going to be brainwashed like this for long. They’re too observant of the details, they can tell when something’s being withheld. And Quackity seems so suspicious, I really think he’s holding onto his instincts.

“Cerlus left because he lost the elections” LORD....

OH NO OSITO BIMBO THE BURGER

“It’s a brand not actually Osito Bimbo” GOOD SAVE

Oh my gosh I thought he ate the Osito Bimbo burger for a second, he swapped it for a cheeseburger at the last second THAT SCARED ME

WHY IS LUZU SHOOTING AT SAPO PETA

Luzu’s just listing off all the Karmaland boys he’s friends with pftt

OH??? Quackity is messaging Rubius???

I keep expecting to see Quackity splat on the ground he dies so often in Karmaland PFTT

“Maybe I don’t see you because I log on so early” PFTTT

Man Karmaland is GENUINELY so frickin pretty dude what the frick.

Quackity: Rubius says he’s on the moon Luzu: What Me: WHAT

Ok I read up on the Rubegetta lore that happened today what the FRICK. Talk about a frickin tonal shift. Rubegetta be like “ :D ! Shenanigans!” today meanwhile Luckity is HARDCORE angst

UHHHHHHHH

HE JUST SAW THE LUZU POSTER??? HUH UHH

OH THEY FOUND THE BEHEADED DUDE UHHHHHH

AND THE HENCHMEN ARE STILL THERE???

Imagine you’re living in a town that’s in the middle of a war and then the leaders of the two sides just wander into the market like “WHOA what’s all this???” wild

THE NAKED LUZU PHOTO NOOOO

“WHY DO YOU HAVE THIS” “I DON”T KNOW???”

LMFAO NOT QUACKITY ZOOMING IN ON THE ARTIST SIGNATURE, HE REALLY CALLED OUT THAT POOR ARTIST

“Quackity calm down. ....I look very sensual in that photo” IM DYING

QUACKITY I SWEAR DONT FRICKIN HIT ON RUBIUS’ DAUGHTER

This is so frickin wild I’m like. Still reeling

Meanwhile Rubius is frickin dying somewhere

The rising sun... oh I just realized Quackity no longer has the grey overlay. Things are brighter now. Luzu is outlined by the sun this time. :(

That’s way too intentional for it to be a mere coincidence

SAPO PETA... /vanish PFTT

OH NO AND QUACKITY MEETING UP WITH RUBIUS??

Lemme see what Luzu is  up to first

The colors in this are so beautiful. Even Luzu said “How beautiful” I LOVE HIM... He did SUCH a great job he’s such a fantastic actor. When he speaks, there’s such a kind light in his eye, but when he plays the evil version of his character, that light just Isn’t There it’s WILD!!! He’s such an incredible actor I’m so frickin impressed :’)

Alright back to Quackity....

Actually, if he remembers everyone BUT Luzu, will he still have the same motivation to trust Rubius? He remembers that they rely on each other now, but Quackity can’t remember why. How will that change their dynamic? The slowly blooming trust they’ve been developing?

Quackity: *banging on his front door* LET ME IN Rubius: Gimme a minute Quackity: ARE YOU HAVING SEX??? QUACKITY.........

Oh Sapo Peta is there DID HE TELL RUBIUS WHAT HE DID???? I GENUINELY DONT KNOW

YOOO SPACE SUIT RUBIUS did he actually go to the frickin moon what the frick

Quackity: Do you know someone named “Vlogs”? Rubius: ? No? Uh Oh

OH RUBIUS REALIZED HE WAS TALKING ABOUT LUZU OH NO

Oh man what will Rubius do? Will he immediately do something that will remind Quackity of the truth? Or will he say nothing?

FRICKK

Rubius: Don’t you hate Luzu? Quackity: ...Hate him? But I just met him? AGHHHHHHHHH

RUBIUS...

Rubius really do be the “gaslight gatekeep girlboss” of Karmaland. Man be like “lemme scam my bro outta some diamonds real quick”

I wonder if, on some level, Rubius is unwilling to remind Quackity fully because he knows how things will end if they remember the truth. Neither Luzu nor Quackity will be able to continue living if they try and carry out this revenge

IS RUBIUS REALLY ABOUT TO PULL A SWORD ON HIM OR IS HE JUST PLAYING

agh. the fact that he pulled out a pickaxe too. Quackity has a bad history with those

QUACKITY CALLED LUZU FOR HELP... HE JUST “met” HIM YET HE CALLED HIM FOR HELP....

Quackity blew on the horn and Rubius was like “What do you need help with??” PFTT GOSH I MISSED THEIR DUMB SHENANIGANS

LUZU RESPONDED....

The instincts they can’t seem to forget :((((

Rubius in full frickin netherite and Luzu in his Hot Evil Guy suit and tie PFTTT

RUBIUS CLAIMING TO BE HIS FIRST LADY NOT THIS AGAIN

RUBIUS???????

DID THIS GUY REALLY JUST SAY “Yeah you guys were a couple” KING...

Rubius: You don’t remember the wedding? Luzu and Quackity: WEDDING??? IM FRICKIN SCREAMING????

Luzu calling him Quacks I’m SOBBING

They’re just sitting on the couch together so casually while Rubius is making coffee TT _ TT

It’s like. It’s not even “domestic” it’s just insane

WHAT

RUBIUS JUST RANDOMLY SHOWING QUACKITY THE PHOTO OF COCHI AND BENI IN JAIL

chat frickin freaks out instantly LMAO same

Did they really just blame Vegetta for jailing his cousins AINT NO WAY

oh they’re ALL idiots my gosh

I love my stupid idiot sons

Rubius out here leading the idiot squad

THEYRE BREAKING INTO VEGETTA’S HOUSE TO LOOK FOR QUACKITY’S COUSINS AND THEIR FPS INSTANTLY TANK, PFTTT

LUZU ACCIDENTALLY KNOCKING HIM OFF VEGETTA”S HOUSE THEN INSTANTLY JUMPING AFTER HIM.... LORD

THAT’S... LOVE? IT”S SOMETHING

Gosh what a gorgeous flower garden they fell into. What the frick. How is every single thing in this series so frickin poetic

They just... casually walk by a propaganda poster like “Huh that’s weird”

GOSH I wish I understood Spanish

weeps..............................................

gosh this is so heartbreaking. They’re so different. Even erasing the anger didn’t return them to their previous selves. There’s too much hurt, too many scars on Quackity’s heart. Luzu seems fairly ok, but Quackity still seems suspicious and hurting

PFTTT He was gonna talk with Rubius but Rubius had already logged out so he just went BYEEEE and ended stream

AGH. MAN THAT WAS SO MUCH. I REALLY NEED SOME TIME TO DIGEST EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED but as much as I normally despise “amnesia” as a trope, this is actually SO up my alley because it’s not total amnesia, it’s specific, and you KNOW it’s gonna backfire. It’s so cruel and yet intended to be kind, because the alternative would’ve been death for them. It was so cruel of Sapo Peta to do this, but he doesn’t want to see them get hurt. just. agh. This is so beautifully written, I’m so excited and anxious and scared to see how it will end

STOP!!!!!!!!!!!