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f-a-b-l-e ¡ 1 year ago
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I keep finding small resin charms of ingredients and baked goods at school and like. The mystery of it all??? Sometimes I'd find two in one week, then go months before finding the next. I don't know if I'm supposed to rehide them or not. I was convinced they'd graduated since I hadn't found one in months and then today
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I swear to dough.
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We got another one, boys. It's not over yet.
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theophagie-remade ¡ 2 years ago
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The worst person alive <- caved in and bought an anime figure because it was on sale
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littlelovelunette ¡ 1 month ago
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Filthy Troublemaker
⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ Ambessa Medarda x Fem!Reader x Sevika ⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆
Contains sugar mommy!ambessa and sevika, jealousy issues, smut, brat!r, headlock!r receiving (sevika giving), suffocation, fainting!r, strap, size kink, cnc, different sized dildos, squirting, dacryphillia, mommy kink, throat fucking, bondage and handcuffs, degradation, overstimulation, calm but cold!ambessa. not proofread.
Word count: 1.2k . . .
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Ambessa was working in her office when Sevika burst through the door, slamming it open on her way. She didn't care that it slammed against the wall, making the glass of the windows rattle in their frames. “Quit breaking down my office, will you?”
Ambessa turned to face Sevika with an eyebrow raise and a disappointed stare, “What's the issue?” Sevika held out her phone, the screen displaying a screenshot of your Instagram story. Ambessa would have made a comment on the way she saw it was clicked seconds after you posted the story but then, she saw it.
Your tits were basically out in the picture, cleavage on full display. Ambessa’s jaw tightened, “Where is she?” She asked, setting the pen she was twirling between her thick fingers down and rising to her feet.
“Probably replying to all the guys sliding in her messages,” Sevika answered, roughly shoving her hands in the pockets of her suit.
You were peacefully laid on the bed on your stomach as you scrolled on your phone, you were feeling as fresh as ever— with your freshly washed hair and skincare all done, you felt giddy and happy. You almost jumped off the bed when you heard Sevika's deep voice calling your name from downstairs.
“They're home already?” You glanced at the clock before getting up and putting on your fuzzy slippers, “Yeah, coming!” You hopped down the staircase but gasped when you almost crashed into Sevika halfway.
“What i—” you were cut off with Sevika picking you up without a word, her face held some sort of animalistic anger, barely contained. Ambessa followed after, calm but equally as angered if not more.
“Loyalty,” Sevika began when she put you down on the bed, “Is the key aspect to a proper relationship, do all these—” she pointed at the expensive furnishing, “— mean nothing to you?” You stared at her with your big, wide, innocent eyes.
“What?” You asked dumbly. Sevika's fist clenched, she took a deep breath. She gestured to Ambessa to continue.
“See, sweet child, we are aware of the story you posted,” Ambessa said calmly, but she didn't seem like she'd save you from what Sevika would do to you. Sevika, who had already started rummaging in the drawer full of sex toys, had her jaw set so firm so you were almost sure you could hear the grinding of her teeth.
Sevika took her suit off leaving herself in her suit pants and shirt, she rolled her shirt sleeves up before pulling you to your feet, “Strip, doll,” she ordered. You glanced at Ambessa, a silent plea in your eyes but the other woman merely shook her head.
Your clothes pooled at your feet, and before you knew it, you were gasping for air, Sevika's bicep wrapped snuggly against your throat, hoisting you up in a headlock. Your feet left the ground, you were gasping for air.
Ambessa knelt, a calm smile on her face as she felt your wetness against your folds. She held up a standard sized dildo for you to see before she slowly slipped it inside your clenching hole, you moaned against Sevika's skin.
“Mmm…” you whimpered. The dildo felt bigger in your pussy because of how much you were tensing up. You moaned, the sound gurgling out of your throat as Sevika choked you in the headlock, “She's so wet,” Ambessa said in the same calm, collected tone. Your cheeks flushed red at her blatant statement, legs flailing a little but then stilling when she smacked your thigh. “I'll be good, I promise, please,” you cooed weakly causing Sevika to scoff.
Ambessa took the dildo out suddenly leaving you empty and needy but the feeling was quickly replaced when she put in another dildo. This was thicker than the last, it was huge. Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to accommodate the new size but it was hard.
“What now, slut? Regretting the decision of posting something so suggestive, are we?” Sevika snarled, pulled your legs apart with her other hand. Your hands tried to push her away but your attempts were futile, they were both so much bigger and stronger than you. You stood no chance.
The big dildo rubbed against your cervix, making a visible bulge form on your tummy. Sevika reached her other hand to press that bulge making you groan against her bicep, “M-mommy, please…”
Sevika chuckled, letting you go from the headlock. The dildo slipped out with a plopping sound, landing with a dull thud on the marble floor. You landed on your knees, dropping on your front with your ass in the air. Perky, hard nipples touching the cold marble tile, you whimpered.
“What a slut, she's still so damn wet,” Sevika shook her head with a tut. She knelt in front of you and grabbed your jaw, forcing two fingers down your throat. “Suck, bitch.” You moaned, whimpers and helpless pleas muffled by the thick digits that invaded your warm mouth, sliding at the back of your throat causing you to gag a little.
Ambessa chuckled at the sight of you struggling to suck Sevika's fingers as she grabbed the dildo up from the floor, “You've taken this well, too,” Ambessa said, “Wuich wasn't exactly what I'd hoped for, I'll admit.” Ambessa picked up another dildo, this one bigger than the last one. “Ready?”
She didn't wait for your answer when she shoved the dildo all the way inside your pussy. You screamed around Sevika's fingers, drooling, “Better not bite me,” Sevika said, smirking at your drooling, crying form. Your tears seemed to turn your sugar mommies on further.
Sevika reached into the drawer grabbing some cuffs for your flailing arms and clicked them into place, “Nice and restrained for us,” Sevika smirked but before you could respond she pressed her fingers down your throat. You gagged, choking on her digits and crying because the dildo was far too big for your small, wet cunt.
Your face, cheeks were soaked with tear stains as more continued to stream down your cheeks steadily. Ambessa didn't relent, wrist working precisely to shove the dildo in and out. It was rubbing against your g-spot in the most delicious way possible.
Surprisingly, today you felt hyper sensitive, maybe that was because you had four orgasms. You let out a weak gurgle around Sevika's fingers before they finally left your sore throat, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. You let her put her tongue in your mouth, a low whine leaving your lips. You came again, eyes closing and that was it. Darkness.
Even though you wanted to relish in whatever rest you got— you knew.
Whenever you'd come to… they'd do it all over again.
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circledwithaheart ¡ 2 months ago
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update: now posted to ao3
Buck is a few shots deep (when did he switch to shots?) with his new bar buddy. An attractive older guy who, as it turns out, also used to work at the 118 under Captain Nash.
"You worked with Bobby?" Buck lights up and rambles on before the guy can answer. "That means you must've worked with Hen and Chim, right?"
The guy mumbles a few things that Buck can't hear, and probably doesn't want to, before confirming he worked with Hen and Howie.
"Yeah, right. Howie. You know he married my sister? Gave me the cutest little niece." Buck beams and pulls out his phone to show off the album of Jee Yun photos. And then the other thought strikes again.
They look about the same age. It's possible, he thinks. Well, it's not impossible. Buck goes to pocket his phone again, only he misses his shirt entirely and it clatters on the table.
"Sorry 'bout that, uh, so if you worked with them- did you, uh, work with, uh, T-tommy? Tommy Kinard?"
Why is the name that used to slide off his tongue so easily now trip and stutter like it doesn't belong there?
The guy laughs, not seeming to notice Buck's elocution issues, and takes another shot. “Fuck, I’m getting too old for this shit.”
He spins the empty shot glass like a top. “Kinard? Yep, sure did. One of the best partners I could've asked for. At least he got to leave on his own terms.”
Buck furrows his brow, something familiar scratching at the back of his tequila addled brain. “What, uh, what did you say your name was again?”
“I didn’t,” the guy says matter of factly.
“But, you seem like a nice guy, so I'll tell you," he adds with a wink. "It’s Deluca. Sal Deluca.”
Buck's heard the name, a few stories here and there. Heard he moved to the 122, but doesn't know why.
"You transferred, right?" Buck asks cautiously.
The guy - Sal - shrugs his acknowledgement. "More or less. Anyway, I guess I better amend my introduction then. It's actually Captain Deluca. But Sal is fine. Or just Deluca."
"Buck."
Sal looks at him like he's got three heads. "Is that something new the kids are saying these days or...?"
"No, uh, 's m'name. Buck. Well, Evan Buckley, but you can call me Buck."
Sal studies him for a second before holding a hand out. "Nice to meet you, kid."
They shake hands and Buck thinks about the way Sal called him 'kid'. It's not like when Tommy said it. More like Bobby or Chim. Familial.
"Sorry to drink and run, but I gotta get home," Sal says, pushing out of his chair. "Wife's gonna kill me if I'm home too late."
"Oh, yeah. Sure. Maybe I'll see you around."
"Yeah, maybe." Then he's throwing some cash on the table and walking away.
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As soon as he's out of sight, Sal taps on the camera app. It's probably a little unethical to surreptitiously be taking photos of the kid- Buck- but it's for a good cause.
Once upon a time he might have tried to pick him up, something about the kicked puppy look pulls at his heartstrings. Among other things. But now he's a happily married man with a whole brood to think about. Gina really would kill him, decorated fire captain or not.
He swipes over to messages and fires off a quick text.
Met your boy tonight. Christ Kinard he’s as bad as you. Should really put yourselves out of your collective misery.
It doesn't take long before the bubbles appear.
I did, remember? It's better this way.
Sal attaches the picture this time.
Better for who, exactly?
The bubbles appear and disappear again, until his screen eventually goes dark and no more responses come. Sal sighs and gets in the cab of his truck, contemplating another text, but ultimately decides against it. Tommy will talk when he's ready.
He steals another glance through the giant plate glass window where Buck is still sitting, sullen and lost, albeit with what looks like water this time.
"I hope it works out, kid, and he doesn't wait too long." Sal pushes aside the phantom acrid scent of a dinner forgotten in the oven while they fucked on the kitchen floor, the fear in Tommy's eyes when Sal asked when they could tell people about them. Because it had been months of sneaking around to each other's apartments. Of being more than just work partners- or so he thought. "Maybe he'll get his head out of his ass before it's too late this time."
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seat-safety-switch ¡ 4 months ago
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One of the most beautiful parts of our current era is that we live in the time of obsessive fan culture. Now, I want to be clear here. When Star Trek writers lock their doors at night, they're not worried about you. You're good people. They're worried about the guy on the internet who alternates his time between posting pictures of his knife collection and developing extremely pinpointed screeds about why season 4 episode 7 broke characterization for a scene or two and how this clearly indicates a whole other show, one existing entirely in his head, was the one that was actually made.
Recently, I became aware that Costco has a very large fanbase. That's Costco, the store. On the internet's many Costco-dedicated watering holes, you'll see otherwise well-adjusted individuals posting about how much they love the store, about the things they bought there, and critically – how much cheaper the deals are than everywhere else.
Now, I want to make something clear with you again. I am extremely cheap. My parents raised me to fend for myself, and left me behind to do the shopping, make meals, and eat, while they were trying to get jobs as circus folk on weekends. Trust me when I tell you that it is extremely difficult to make a reasonable dinner on a seven-year-old's allowance, after he spent all the money that his parents gave him on NES games and slasher film rentals. In this crucible, my skill at doing unit-price comparisons has been forged.
What I found out was this: Costco toilet paper basically costs the same as Wal-Mart toilet paper. I decided to post this on the Costco Reddit. Before I was banned, several individuals threatened my life and property. Luckily for me, I used an account that I had already seeded with careless leaks of personal details about my enemies' homes, commute patterns, and elemental weaknesses.
The greatest revenge is living well. If my house gets flattened in a drone strike, as one guy in the Air Force threatened he was going to do, I'll know where to go to save a bunch of money on toilet paper for the new one.
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buddierecs ¡ 7 months ago
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buck & christopher fics
i have had so many requests for fics with chris & buck or buckley-diaz family fics, so i am going to post some of my favourite fics with those two tags, starting with buck & christopher and then when i answer the request, i will add fics that are more specific to what the person is asking for, while linking the fic lists :) these are also buddie fics btw all of these are general audience, teen and up or not rated (no smut). make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)
christopher diaz has two dads okay (series) by: honestlydarkprincess "all my stories that include buck being christopher's other dad, because that's my shit" word count: 61k important tags: buck as chris' parent, buckley-diaz family feels whenever you call me, i'll be there by: ipretendtobesane "five times chris calls buck, and the one time buck calls chris" word count: 8.4k important tags: 5+1 things, tooth-rotting fluff never wanna let you go, know you make me feel alright by: alwaysou28 "four times buck's relationship with chris negatively affected his romantic relationship and one time it didn't." word count: 4.2k important tags: 4+1 things, buck as chris' parent, fluff, pre-relationship buddie i was made for you by: youdrewstarsaroundmyscars "buck’s taking care of christopher while eddie is in texas when chris gets sick and has to get surgery." word count: 5.3k important tags: buck as chris' parent, protective!evan buckley, worried!evan buckley, sick!christopher diaz, team as family the wood marked for your fire by: hattalove "in which buck is used to wanting things he's not allowed to have; it's just that he never thought being a father would be one of them." word count: 10k important tags: buck as chris' parent, fluff rainbows have nothing to hide by: hattalove "how is eddie diaz like kermit the frog? let buck and christopher count the ways." word count: 3.7k important tags: christopher diaz is a national treasure, kermit memes, multimedia this postcard tells you where we've been by: daisies_and_briars "eddie finds a collection of postcards buck sent to chris over his summer in el paso." word count: 3.5k important tags: post season 7, soft and fluffy, multimedia i've seen a couple suns that set forever by: daisies_and_briars "freshly home from texas and faced with the prospect of his dad's feelings for buck, christopher's abandonment issues surface. a conversation with bobby, and realizing the parallels between buck's relationship with bobby, and his relationship with buck, gives chris the perspective he needs." word count: 7k important tags: found family, emotional hurt/comfort, teenager!christopher, post season 7 open our eyes and it's changing the view by: markofalover "christopher writes a poem and everything falls into place." word count: 3.3k important tags: buck is chris' parent, poetry, friends to lovers the parent trap by: abow123456 "evan buckley is 7 years old when his mother leaves him at a gas station, where he meets bobby nash. 20 years later, evan "buck" nash is a firefighter with the 118, when he meets 7 year old christopher diaz at a gas station, after his mother killed herself. he takes the boy in, just like his father did to him, and cares for him. but, when christophers father finally comes into the picture, how will things change?" word count: 53k important tags: buck as chris' parent, adoption, team as family, bobby and athena are buck's parents nothing left but you by: daisies_and_briars "in may of 2021, 25% of earth's population suddenly disappears. including eddie. in may of 2026, they all come back. eddie finds himself suddenly in the middle of a world he doesn't recognize, where the people he loves most have changed significantly." word count: 27k important tags: time skips, temporary character death, buck as chris' dad
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norman-fucking-reedus ¡ 10 months ago
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I read something that you said Scud liked to be recorded and I’m actually foaming at the mouth at the idea of that because it’s so real. I NEED a fic for that. So glad I found someone with a Scud obsession as bad as mine
LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION
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THE GOOD GOOD: FemDom!Reader x Sub!Scud, recording during sex, lots of teasing, and edging, bit of bondage, your much needed dose of pegging, and scud crying during sex, don't forget the hair pulling
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GUYS I LOVE SCUD SO MUCH I ABSOLUTELY ADORE HIM MY PRECIOUS LITTLE ANGEL
I'm really trying to get my drafts cleared out LOL hopefully sometime soon I'll have a big major posting spree and then I can start working on my inbox
I HAVE SO MANY REQUESTS AUUUGH IDK WHY I LET THEM ALL PILE UP SOMEONE KILL ME
The idea of Scud being recorded is still my favorite because I feel like he'd be so nervous under the lens, trying to hide from it and not be seen but he'd still end up looking like a slutty pornstar (my precious pornstar)
also scud in lace. its been on my mind for I don't even know how long at this point.
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You sighed as you walked down your complex's dingy, dimly lit hallway, silently hoping that Scud wouldn't be too mad at you for coming home so late into the night. After all, you had told him that you would only be about ten more minutes, but that had been almost an hour ago.
Things got a little out of hand, nothing you couldn't deal with sure but it was quite an inconvenience. A short, fifteen-minute task had easily turned into a full job, one that included running around the shop looking for spare parts. With what you had learned from Blade and Scud, it didn't take long to find all the little pieces you needed, and even a reward for yourself.
"Scud! I'm back! Look at what was in the shop" You called out to him when you jingled your keys in the lock and swung the front door to your apartment open, eagerly kicking off your shoes as you toyed with the little camcorder you had come across, flipping through the random pictures on it. There was no clear indicator of who's camera exactly, but you had always loved photography, so just one day with it wouldn't hurt anyone.
There was no response to your voice, the apartment barely lit and quiet, soft thumping coming from you and Scud's shared bedroom. He was probably playing on his PS2 with his headphones in, loud music blasting at levels you’ve already scolded him for.
As you padded through the cozy living room, you pointed your camera at random things and took little cameos of them, making your way down the short and narrow hall towards the room where you could see some of the orange lighting spilling out through a crack in the door.
You approached, about to call out Scud’s name once again as the soft thumping faded into a rhythmic beat, a Lady Gaga track when you finally stopped short in front of the door, pushing it open a bit and poking your head through, combing hair out your eyes as your mind drew a blank, greedily taking in the sight in front of you.
Scud was in fact not playing on his game system, but rather prancing around the cozy room what he didn’t know was your very expensive lingerie set. An all-white, delicate full ‘angelic’ lingerie set. A satin ruffle top with a waist-high lace garter belt that clipped onto the white mesh fishnets, all paired with lacy underwear that had a large bow on the back, topped with a fair-sized opening that revealed a large portion of his dumb butt.
You had originally bought it to surprise your boyfriend a few months back, but you had both gotten so overcrowded with work that it slipped your mind, collecting a thin layer of dust somewhere you weren’t even sure where you had put it. Scud always got curious about your things when he was rocket-high, digging through things and asking a million and one questions. Now here he was, looking pretty as ever swaying his hips around in the bedroom, mumbling along to the current track playing.
You found yourself flipping the camcorder's small screen open and resting against the door frame as the device started to record, capturing Scud’s fluid movements as he obliviously danced around, brown curls falling sweetly in his face, and skin glowing orange from the multiple sources of warm light in the room.
He really did look like an angel, his broad body looking much more supple and soft, legs long and lean, hips wide and divine. A walking, talking piece of pure eye candy, reserved for your eyes and only your eyes. Guess this camera just found itself a new owner.
Scud spun around on his heels and toes, once, twice, before he stopped, eyes focusing on the small little red dot, flickering up to meet your gaze and feeling his entire exposed body heat up in embarrassment.
“W– Wha– How– How long– Hello– ” Scud sputtered, completely frozen in place as he stared at you.
You, who was now fully entering the bedroom, “Don’t stop now, I barely got any footage” placing your free hand on his small waist and dipping fingers under the fabric of the garter. A smile tugged your lips as you started taking in the entirety of your boyfriend's body up close, his skin soft and hot under the tips of your fingers. “Y– You’re re-recording me?” He knew the answer, but hearing it from you verbally just made a chill run down his spine, and his cock twitch.
“Does that make you nervous love?” Your fingers trailed up his scarred chest, brushing across the lose ruffled top and grazing his nipples, a small whine coming from Scud as he dipped down in order to hide his face, but you wouldn’t let him. “Look at me” You said as you lifted his head up by the chin, forcing his gaze onto yours.
Scud lightly whimpered, desire burning in his gut as you brushed hair out his face, fingers dancing along his skin. He felt exposed under the camera’s lens, so much of his raw and bare skin visible to the naked eye. Your gaze on his body made his cock throb.
“What do I always tell you about playing in my stuff?” You said in a condescending tone, teasing the tips of your fingers down his textured belly.
Scud shivered at your touch as goosebumps prickled his skin, a strained grunt coming from him as his face flushed. “N– not without mommy’s permission”
You slowly walk around him, taking in his full body in the set. “Don’t touch mommy’s things without permission. That’s a rule, right?” You murmur as you stop recording to take a picture of Scud’s ass, definitely filling out the panties better than you could.
“Yes…” He mumbles, and it almost comes out like a squeak. His cock aching with need and his stomach with embarrassment, heart pounding from a combination of nerves and weed.
You brush your lips against the skin of his shoulder, slipping fingers under the waistline of the lace undies. “So can you explain to me why said rule is broken?”
A whimper broke past Scud's lips as your fingers teased and explored his exposed skin, squeezing his hips and tracing scars. "I just– I just found it under the bed and didn't know what it was" Scud stumbled out, heart thumping in his chest as your hands covered more ground on his body, circling around to his back.
"Mhm?" You hummed, tracing your finger up his spine. He let out a moan as chills ran through his core, trembling under your touch as he could feel goosebumps explode across his skin. "Well, do you know what it is now?"
Scud nodded frantically at your words, "Yes! Yes– I know now" quivering as he spoke.
With one hand on his waist, the other still holding the camera, you guided him to the edge of the bed and pushed his upper half down onto the mattress, smiling softly to yourself as you eyed Scud's new position through the lens.
Click! Click!
The electric snap of the camera made Scud feel fuzzy and warm, slightly embarrassed, and very exposed. His skin was flushed a light red, some areas more blushed than the others. From where his cock was confined in the small panties, he was completely pulsing, throbbing with pure need in his gut.
"Do you also know not to break the rules?" You questioned, flipping through the few shots you had taken before moving your attention to the small walk-in closet, crouching down and reaching inside a box.
Scud whined into the soft comforter when you returned behind him, his socked feet barely reaching the rug between them. He could hear the small beep of the camera as you pressed your front to his bottom, a yelp coming from him when your palm made contact with his exposed cheek. "I asked, so answer"
"Y– Yes! Not breaking the rules is a rule" He whimpered, a shudder running through him as his skin tingled.
You smiled at his words as you caressed his side, squeezing his waist and hip slightly. "Good. Very good. So don't you think you deserve a punishment?"
Scud didn't respond, but he nodded his head, hiding his face the best he could behind his hair. You pushed the strands back and cooed at his cherry-red face, tiny whines coming from him as he squirmed under the camera's lens, jerking his hips slightly as he rutted against the edge of the bed.
Your hand made contact with his cheek again, a choked-off groan coming from his throat at your palm. "Words."
"Y– yes ma– ma'am..." He stuttered, trembling slightly with anticipation. It wasn't often that Scud got punished, even with as bratty as he was, so his cock was totally aching just thinking about whatever vile shit it was you were thinking about doing to him.
And you were thinking of doing some quite horrid things.
Teasingly, you ran your hand over the opening in his panties, prodding your finger at his puffy rim. A suppressed shudder traveled through him as his cock twitched, his hole fluttering at your air-light touch. You softly cooed at how needy he was, smiling to yourself as you single-handedly took off your shirt and tossed it on the floor somewhere to be picked up later.
From the box in your closet, you had pulled your strap set, a pair of cuffs, and a long vibrator that you had been wanting to test out for a little while.
Cuffing Scud's hands behind his back with only five fingers was a bit of a challenge, but an easy one. He squirmed a little as you did it, wiggling his fingers as his wrists adjusted to the new sensation of the cuffs.
You shuffled around behind him, cursing softly as you knocked a few things over before tossing a bottle of lube along with the rest of your toys, pressing yourself against Scud as you leaned down near his ear, breath feather-light and hair tickling his skin. His heart pounded in his chest, and you could hear his pulse in his neck thumping.
“Just how should I punish you?” You murmur, trailing your lips against his ear lobe and teasing the skin with the very tip of your tongue.
“Maybe I should spank you ‘til it hurts to sit,” You run your free hand down to his ass and give it a slap for emphasis, followed by a squeeze just cause.
“Or maybe I could tie up those cute balls and see just how long it takes for you to pop” You hum, nibbling on Scud’s ear and tugging it with your teeth until you dropped it with an idea lingering in mind.
“Or," You said as you pulled away from him. "I could just leave you here by yourself” You smirked, watching Scud’s face twist in horror.
“No! No– please no” He pleaded as he squirmed on the bed, hips jerking in a desperate search for relief, cock painfully hard and throbbing. “Need a punishment, need mommy to punish me” Scud blabbed, his body trembling as his eyes darted from your face to the camera's lens, his body coated in a thin sheen of sweat.
“But how should I punish you?” You teasingly coo, combing some of a Scud’s bangs out one of his eyes as you smiled softly at him. “I could smoke our whole stash right in your face”
Scud groaned, “Please don’t” squeezing his legs as arousal burned hot in his gut. “I’m really sorry mommy, I– I’ll do anything”
“Oh, I know you will. Just stay still for me ‘kay?” You pushed yourself back up to your full height, pausing your recording to swap out the camera for the bottle of lube, shaking it slightly before uncapping it and squeezing out more than enough of the clear liquid onto Scud's puffy rim, watching the shiver that ran through him as the cold sensation rolled down to his sensitive balls.
You scooped it up with your two fingers and easily slid them inside Scud, a soft moan coming from him as he clenched around you, almost instantly pushing back in search of more. "Such a greedy little hole, you just wanna be fucked so badly don't you?"
Scud whined and squeezed his slick walls around your digits, "Yes! Want mommy to fill me up so bad, need her so bad" rubbing his face against the soft comforter as he could feel it burning hot.
"Don't worry baby boy, we're gonna get you all nice 'nd full right now" You spoke sweetly to him as you picked up the camera with one hand and the vibrator with the other, resuming your recording as the toy harshly rumbled to life after the click of a button. Without wasting a second, you watched as the buzzing wand glided into Scud with zero resistance, pressing it directly against his sweet spot and causing him to loudly sputter, blabble, and cry out nonsense as the sudden vibration traveled through his entire nervous system, cock throbbing with the uncontrollable urge to cum.
Scud sobbed around his loud moans, choking out gasps when you started to quickly thrust the toy in and out, each hard bump to his now very sensitive prostrate only sent him closer to the edge, hands twitching and pulling where they were restrained as his body spasmed, heaving as his heart started to pound in his chest the harder and harder you fucked him, hips jerking down into the mattress as he tried to pathetically chase his rapidly building orgasm, a burning pleasure coursing through the entirety of his body before–
You swiftly pulled the toy out of him right as he was about to topple over the edge, a confused, strangled whimper tearing from his throat as his poor hole needily clenched around nothing, so full and pleased just a split second ago and now suddenly empty and crashing down from the way you abruptly ruined his orgasm.
“Sorry, my hand slipped” You mumbled, obviously not sorry at all as you teased his fluttering hole with the toy, capturing all your torturous movements through the little camera lens.
The cuffs rattled as Scud whined and squirmed at the contact against his sensitive skin, trying his hardest to push back onto the vibrator while also jerking his hips away from it. He was so high, so hot and sweaty as he heaved from where he was on the bed, shaking as you tauntingly dragged the toy up from his slick balls to his drenched rim, only ever applying the slightest amount of pressure.
It made him push his hips back in desperation, letting out a surprised yelp when you smacked him with the toy, tutting your lips as you shook your head, placing the camera down and positioning it to capture Scud's hidden face, forcing his head up by roughly yanking a fistful of hair.
He whined as a shiver ran down his spine, trembling as his eyes nervously darted away from the lens, feeling his cheeks heat up in embarrassment at being recorded in such an exposed state. His cock was still painfully aching, whole body throbbing uncontrollably from your early treatment.
Scud made tiny little whimpers when you started to tease his hole again with the toy, his hips twitching as he tried not to jerk them back, desperate and craving to be filled up again. His gut ached with arousal, cock leaking painfully where it was confined in the small panties.
"P– Please fuck me, please mommy" He begged as you dipped your head down and started nibbling at his bare shoulder, teasing the skin of his hip with your fingers.
You blew on his ear as you ran the length of the vibrator up his slick crack, a keen noise pulling out his throat as his hole fluttered in anticipation. "Is this what you want pretty boy? To be stuffed like a dumb slut?"
Scud whined at your words, nodding his head and hiding his face shyly behind his hair, jumping slightly when you tightly gripped his jaw, lifting his head once more and dropping it to pick up your camera.
"You're so cute when you're nervous" You said to him as you smooshed your cheek against his, pointing the lens at the both of you and snapping a few pictures, Scud's face red and embarrassed as the flash flickered, electric shutter ringing in his ears.
Scud huffed slightly as his socked toes brushed the rug beneath him, kicking his feet impatiently as need and heat burned through his veins. He whined softly when you pulled away from him entirely, leaving the camcorder pointed at him to capture his facial expressions when you suddenly shoved the entirety of the vibrator back into him, a loud and shaky moan tearing from Scud's throat as the toy easily slid into him, almost yelling when it buzzed to life against his sensitive walls.
His hands curled into one another where his arms were stretched behind his back, yet immediately scrambled to wrap around your wrist when you trailed fingers up his spine, his fingers twitching and trembling as they latched onto you, incoherent mumbles leaving Scud's lips.
As you started to properly fuck him with the toy, quickly thrusting it in and out as he tensed up at the sensation, shuddering as his jaw went slack and he started to desperately yet sloppy push back against your movements, toes curling into the carpet as you shoved the vibrator right into his sweet spot, stars dancing in his eyes and coursing through his body.
"I bet that feels so good huh pretty boy? Gonna cum aren't you?" You taunted as you fucked him quicker with the silicone toy, watching the way he had started to twitch and squirm, his whimpers and cries starting to increase in volume. Scud tried to respond to your questions, but his words only came out as a garbled mess.
It earned a small laugh from you, pressing yourself up against him and dipping your head down to attack his neck, running your tongue over his pulse, and feeling his heart race under the muscle. "Didn't quite catch that" You murmured into his ear, slowing down your movements as you searched for Scud's sweet spot, a broken sob tearing from his lips when you found it. "Yes," He gasped, trembling underneath you as he heaved for air, clumsily stuttering out his words. "Wanna cum so bad, want mommy to make me cum"
Scud tugged and pulled at his restraints as he choked back cries, clumsily pushing back against your movements desperately as he chased after his rapidly building orgasm, babbling brainlessly. He could feel the buzzing sensation in his toes, all the way up to his teeth, it made his head foggy and his jaw go slack, not sure if the high he was greedily riding was from the weed or sheer pleasure, but it had him on cloud nine either way.
Each thrust brought him closer and closer, so close he could practically taste it. A needy, broken whimper came from his chest as his body twitched against you, small pleas starting to fall from his lips as his untouched cock throbbed from his burning climax, lungs running out of air as his body started to tense up, standing right on the edge and about to fall down face first when you yanked the toy right out of him again, Scud whining and basically sobbing in protest as his hole uncontrollably clenched down around nothing, heavy groans leaving him as his body struggled to recover from the way you completely denied him again.
"Oh Please, please mommy, please" Scud sobbed as his body felt so empty and used, desperately craving the relief that he needed so badly.
You shut the toy off and tossed it down on the bed, taking hold of the camcorder and stopping your recording, snapping a few pictures of how utterly destroyed Scud was, face soaked with his tears and drool as he weakly rutted his hips in search of any type of pleasure. He whimpered softly at the flash of light, feeling exposed and nude under the lens.
"It's okay Scud, you've been doing so well for me. Momma's gonna make you feel so good" You murmured comfortingly into his ears as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, pushing your body up off his and leaving the camera on the bed. Scud still whined out in protest as your body heat left his, leaving him cold and lonely. His heart started to soar and quickly pick up speed when he heard the familiar sound of your strap buckling together, small mutters and curses coming from you as there was a slight struggle.
It wasn't long before you reappeared behind Scud, this time pressing your cock against him. Anticipation sparked to life in his tummy as you dragged the silicone through his slick, unable to help himself from pushing back against you with tiny little sounds. He needed it so bad that his body was practically begging for release, involuntarily twitching.
Scud was so close to an absolute breakdown, whimpering and mumbling incoherently as you finally started to push in at a tauntingly slow pace, the lube helping to make it an easy glide and blissful stretch. His head dropped down onto the mattress as sparks flew up his spine, so understimulated that even the slightest of touch would probably send him tipping over the edge.
You readjusted your camcorder with one hand and the tightly tangled the other in his hair, yanking his head back up to be captured in the lens, giggling at the groan that left Scud’s lips. “Come on pretty boy, keep your head up for momma”
“Need– Need it–“ Scud started to babble, head totally clouded and overworked as he desperately jerked his hips, rocking them back and forth to get any type of stimulation at all, trembling like a leaf on a branch when he felt the tip of your strap finally, finally jab right into his tender and used sweet spot, knees buckling between him as he involuntarily squeezed your wrist tightly, nails digging into the flesh as the orgasm his body had been begging for completely took over, loud and broken sobs leaving Scud’s lips as his untouched cock throbbed and pulsated, cumming right in the lace panties of the lingerie set.
The fact that you captured that on camera almost made your mouth water, and you cooed at Scud when he went ragdoll in your hold, stroking his side to give him some comfort as he slowly came back down to earth. “Oh, you poor little thing. Did I tease too much?”
Scud could barely even muster out words, breathing into the mattress as his body twitched, small grunts and whimpers coming from him your hand in his hair kept his head upright and his face vulnerable, tears streaming down his reddened cheeks.
“Or, did I not tease you enough?” You murmured the question softly in his ear, moving to grab a fist full of hair from the front and gripping his cuffed wrists, yanking both backward as you took a step forward to shove the entirety of your cock into Scud, who could almost taste the pleasure coursing through him. A choked sob tore itself from his throat, eyes darting frantically between the wall and camera lens as it felt like pure heaven burned it’s way up his spine, hands twitching and curling in on themselves under your grip.
It was arguably the best he’s ever felt in days, weeks even. When you started to relentlessly and mercilessly slam into him, each thrust going right to his core and sending his eyes rolling into the back of his head, lips glossy and slick with spit as he drooled from the mouthwatering pleasure.
“You’re just so, so cute Scud. I can’t wait to watch our little movie over and over and over again” You said as you tilted his head to the side by his hair, biting down harshly on the flesh of his already bruised and marked neck, a shriek pulling its way out his chest as all five of his senses were at a complete overload, skin flushing a deep red when he felt your teeth blissfully break skin. It was all so overwhelming, the wet glide of your cock slipping in and out against his tender velvety walls was simply too much for his mind to be able to comprehend, hips jerking as his second orgasm built up rapidly, like a can of soda that had been shaken up and was just waiting for someone to pop the tap.
He heard the sound of the cuffs clicking off before he felt the fuzzy material sliding off his wrists, your hands finding his and intertwining your fingers together, pinning his hands down on the mattress to fuck him with all the womanly strength left in you, sending the silicone as deep and hard into your angelic boyfriend as your body would possibly allow for. Scud’s head involuntarily dropped right down onto the blankets, whimpers and broken moans tumbling past his lips as he tightly squeezed your fingers, so close to the edge that this time he really could taste it.
“Please momma, please, please– fuuck, please” Scud helplessly babbled, needily pushing back to meet your thrusts as he was so fucking close, so close that he’d almost do anything just to cum, not that there was much to do considering he was already crashing down the hill, just needing a few more rough thrusts of your hips before his tap was finally popped, an explosion of fizzy stickiness exploding right in his gut, his second orgasm spilling right into the already soiled underwear, seeping through and dripping down onto the floor.
Scud went totally limp where he laid face down on the bed, breathing heavily as he twitched and tried to come down from such an earth shattering high, whining softly when you pulled out.
Tiny kisses were planted all over his face, neck, and shoulders, you gently brushing his hair out his face and unsticking it from his sweaty forehead. “You okay?”
Scud nodded, with his eyes half-lidded and a content smile tugging at his lips. “Mhmm”
“Did you learn your lesson?” You asked, pulling the bra strap and letting it snap against Scud’s flesh, a small grunt leaving him as his skin burned. “Yes ma’am…” He grumbled out, feet dangling off the bed.
You smiled softly, kissing him right below his eye. “Good baby. Now let’s get you all squeaky clean and cozy for bed, then we can find a way to put our special show on the TV for only our eyes to see” You said with a hint of mischief in your tone, reaching for the camcorder and stopping your recording once and for all.
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Whoa. Did Norman fucking reedus just fucking finish something. Did Normam fucking reedus just post something. Whoa. How crazy even is that.
ANYWAYS 😝 yes guys I still love Scud he's still my angel boy and be always will be I love the part of the fic where my peenar goes inside his body thats the best part hands down I love to fuck men with my lady peenar
One fic at a time guys 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ I have a few others that eeerm should get posted soon… dont get your hopes up (because mine are already up and that's a problem)
IF YOU SEE TYPOS NO UOU DONNNT 😭 MY GRAMMARLY IS ON MY COMPUTER AND THE APP IS GARBAGE ON MY PHONE PLEASE STOP THIS MADNESS
I was gonna end this with the cam corder MaGiCaLlYy disappearing 👁️ but that's for another fic 🙂‍↕️ (that ill end up never writing)
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itstheghostofmypast ¡ 1 year ago
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Choi San x (f)Reader
Summary: At this point, he didn't know who she loved more, him or Byeol, either way, he was happy. What else could Choi San ask for other than his two favourite girls in the world getting along?
Genre: PURE FLUFF
Warnings: NONE
Word Count: 2.1K
Est. Read Time: 10 min
Networks: @cromernet @k-labels
A/N: No- see @edenesth 💗 did this to me. This timestamp is for my saviour, the one and only @edenesth 💗 , like we should totally blame San for posting such domestic core pics- no wonder we get all delulu- PS THIS COLLAB HAS ME DYING
@edenesth version: [12.58]PM
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"San?" she called out, walking down the hallway as she paused in front of the wall-length mirror, fixing her hair once more and checking out her outfit, simple, crisp and a dash of purple. Very different from her usual office attire, very colourful too- after all the first time he had seen her she was in a plain suit, a white dress shirt and slacks, running around collecting printouts for the upcoming spring magazine. That also being the first time he had realised how much he loved the word 'simple'. Okay, fine, perhaps she was dressed on the softer side, but was it so bad to play cute for once? Especially, if she was doing so to please her man. Call it her way of simping.
Truth be told, she wasn't even sure if he was going to show up, after their extensive tour, when he had mentioned the upcoming off days he was to get, she had suggested going to his home town to relax, leaving the city life for a while and although it pained her to know that she would be too busy with her own work at the office, also known as the company he too worked in, she wanted him to rest and relax away from the hustle bustle of his idol life, what she did not expect that after a week of his departure to Namhae, the very next weekend her fluff of a man would be ringing her doorbell in the late hours of the weekend.
"Byeol wanted to see you and so did I, I spent a week there and I'll spend a week here."
Was all he the dimpled man had made his way inside to the living room, opening the carrier to let Byeol out, the living room already a place of her liking. She had been here with San a couple of times; she had also been a very important part of their relationship. Especially on their third date where he had delicately brought up the topic, "Are you allergic to cats?"
"No, why?"
"Do you like cats?"
"Yeah, why?"
He never really answered her question that night, only smiled at her, leaning over the table to add more meat to her plate considering the late hours of the night, her hunger had distracted her from asking more questions, already too emotional at the thought of this angel of a man sacrificing his portion of protein for her - especially after grilling it so well. The only thing that did change was that the next morning she received around 400+ pictures of San's first love, Byeol.
The first time he had brought Byeol over, he was cautious and attentive, making sure both his girls were happy. He asked her cute questions all day- maybe she just found them cute because it was him, or perhaps it was because he was letting her in, into his domain, which is the little kitty roaming around the house.
"Can I put the litter here?"
"All your windows are locked right?"
"Do you mind if I keep the food bowl next to where we eat? She feels lonely otherwise."
"Can she sleep on your bed? I brought her cat mat just in case."
"Can we leave the bedroom door open a bit, so she can come and go without waking us up?"
He stopped when he realised, she wasn't even responding, panicking he looked up from the cat supplies. Maybe she felt like he was intruding or invading her privacy but was too afraid to tell him. Maybe bringing in Byeol was a big step he shouldn't have taken so quickly. What if she meant like she liked cats, at a normal level, like 'oh a cat.'  Not like cuddling them or baby-talking to them. Turning around his eyes scanned the room to spot her holding onto Byeol, carrying her like a baby and cooing at her. It was only then he realised how loud his cat was purring loud enough for it to echo in the silent room.
"Hmmm? You say something, Sannie?" she looked up from Byeol to him, eyes as curious as a cat's, hand resting on the cat's tummy, letting Byeol grab her hand with her soft paws. His heart felt as if it were about to burst out of his ribcage, running to her and landing on her palm, beating in it with an intensity that would borderline scare her. Licking his chapped lips the feline-eyed man shook his head, a genuine dimpled smile forming, one that would send thousands flipping with joy- or in her case have her gushing over it in solitude.
Thus, giving birth to a ritual, often he would spend his free days at his own home, sometimes calling her over, and gratefully his family welcomed her with open arms. On other occasions, he’d drop by to her apartment, bringing their 'daughter' with him.
She remembers the time Byeol had gotten sick. Unfortunately, San was busy that evening, and his parents were out of town so Byeol was to stay with her. Not an issue, at least it wasn't until the third night when San checked his phone after hours of practice late at night. He had decided to stay at the dorm, travelling would be more tiring she understood, but as the man checked his phone his heart almost stopped.
"Byeol is sick, she's vomiting. "
"I'm taking her to the vet."
"She's shivering."
"Okay, my car isn't working!"
'"I ran here, dw, made it in time, they're checking her."
"They say she has a fever, some bug?"
"They want to keep her overnight, idk I mean I can't just leave her here. She looked scared."
"I'm not leaving, but she's sedated. They say she'll be fine."
"San plz reply soon."
"San I'm scared."
Choi San had never run faster in his life he was sure of it, because the moment he burst into the 24/7 pet clinic his lungs were burning worse than a forest fire, his eyes red and blurry, the world around him extremely out of focus as he stumbled to the reception, about to take the patient's name but someone called him instead.
"San!"
His head snapped in her direction, running to her, enveloping her in a tight embrace, trying to calm her down as she began to shiver in his embrace, her words coming out with choked sobs. Hand pressed against her head, he rubbed her back up and down with the other one, looking through the glass window at his cat, sprawled on the table with an IV tube attached.
"It's gonna be okay, it'll be okay."
It took almost an hour to calm her down, he had tried to convince her to go home, she had work the next day but she refused, instead blaming herself for Byeol's health. Though the doctor had assured him it was not because of her incompetency, but the cat food, the cat food Sanhad insisted on changing. Once she found that out, Choi San had to get an earful the remainder of the night, “How can you- I told you not to do that!”
“Babe I- “Don’t babe me! She doesn’t even like salmon! She prefers tuna.”
After the wonderful argument, that through the eyes of an elderly couple waiting for their dog looked like a cute domestic quarrel, came to an end. San remembered sitting next to her sulking as she gave him the silent treatment, though a few moments later her head had landed against his shoulder with a thump, followed by her snores. That night Choi San had realised two things, firstly that he was in love with her and secondly, she probably loved Byeol more than she loved him.
Hence, today they were supposed to go to a cute cafe she had been eying for a month. They had planned on taking Byeol out but since the cat had decided to stay up all night, running around the apartment she was tired today. San had just mocked her, claiming that Byeol knew it was Valentine's Day so she wanted her parents to spend the day together. However, he later countered himself with a, "Though each day is like Valentine's Day with you, love."
Clearing her throat, she dusted off the invisible dust, adjusting her cardigan before making her way to the living room once more, calling out to her significant other, "San! I'm ready to let's go." though his lack of response was confusing her, so she called out again, "Sannie where are you-" her word stopped as soon as she turned the corner, into her living room, spotting a giant starfish sprawled out on the wooden floor. Next to him was Byeol, staring down at him, San's hand pressed against his cat's back in a soothing manner, but she knew what he was doing, making sure his cat didn't move because Byeol was not only pretty but smart too, she knew what her dad was doing.
Sighing she walked closer to him, standing next to Byeol who looked up at her, blinking slowly, before turning back to stare at San. She stared down at him, arms crossed before slowly poking his side with her foot, watching him pretend and stretch, groaning as he cracked an eye open, "Oh~ you're finally done?"  
"Mhmmm." Raising a questioning brow she nodded, "And?"
"Oh, I mean" Sitting up he stretched his legs, much similar to how Byeol would do so, "Byeol said her mommy was taking so long in the shower that we fell asleep, waiting for you…" his words trailed off when he turned to look at her, his breath hitching at the sight of the soft pastels, the pretty purple, purple really was her colour. Clearing his throat he quickly got up, standing to talk in front of her, merely a few inches away from her as he stretched his arms over his head before casually bringing them down, not so discreetly wrapping them around her and slamming her into him, smirking when she whined.
"The dress will wrinkle Sannie." she tried to push him away but he pulled her closer, leaning down to peck the tip of her nose, "You can't look like a pretty pixie and not expect me to hold onto you like Captain Hook kidnapped Tinkerbell."
"What an analogy."  she mumbled, letting him squeeze her into his warm chest, feeling the vibrations as he chuckled, "You look very pretty…I like your cardigan."
"Thanks, your mom gave it to me last birthday. " Her arms wrapped around his waist, letting him gently sway them from side to side.
“Who do you think chose it?” he smiled down at her, finally meeting her with a gentle kiss, one she savoured greatly, hands fisting his shirt as his palm pressed against her back before slowly trailing down, though their little moment came to halt sudden when a high-pitched squeak caught their ears. Pulling back, she looked down at Byeol, frowning before turning to look at San, “Why isn’t she wearing her leash?” “What do you mean?”
Tutting at her gorgeous idiot of a man, she pulled away completely before crouching to grab the cat and walking towards the door where they hung coats and her leash. “I said we’re going to the café.”
“I know,” he mumbled scratching his head, a bit confused as to what she meant, “I got a booking for it, no? Why are you – we can’t take her there and it's almost time for our reservation.”
“Aww~ don’t listen to daddy, Byeol” San watched her talk to his cat instead of him, watching her put on Byeol’s harness and leash, somewhat impressed because Byeol never let him do that this easily, though the next statement had him blushing mad. “He’s a bit slow, handsome, but slow, he forgot we’re going to a cat café, you’ll have fun there~ Won’t you baby~”
Letting out a hearty chuckle he closed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief, of course she’d come up with this idea on her own. She had mentioned earlier how leaving Byeol home wasn’t fun especially when the cat was their ‘child’ and leaving their child unattended was cruel. He watched the cat jump off the table and onto the floor, meowing up at his lover who sent Byeol a flying kiss, San didn’t know what heaven was, but if anyone were to ask him to describe what it looked like, the view was right in front of him.
“Any kisses for me?” He asked walking up to his two girls, who were almost out the door, pausing when she winked at him, “depends big boy. Might need to send our baby back home for a while if that’s what you want.” And that had the man shivering with excitement running after her as the two made it to the elevator, already planning on asking someone or one of the guys to watch his little baby for the night, so he could have a night with his kitten.
“Don’t worry, I think that can be arranged, kitten.”
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Taglist: @edenesth @mlysalt @spooo00oky @cereal-simp @yessa-vie
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shadyufo ¡ 11 months ago
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I'm aiming to have a big shop update this weekend. Finally had some not-humid weather recently so I was able to get all of the cryptid fish plaque paintings sealed and now they are ready to find their new homes! <3
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I'm also culling my fossil collection quite a bit so there will be some nice extra chonky megalodon teeth (including these four pictured) and lots of other neat fossils going up for grabs.
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I'll make another post when I have a better idea of the date/time but it'll probably be on Saturday.
Hope you rad folks are doing well! <3
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fleshbagwasp ¡ 2 months ago
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This is probably like the only other original thing I'll ever post on here (no offense but Tumblr scares me qwq) but I go CRAZY for Lawrence, and by extension, his merch. Is it so wrong to want to surround myself with my favorite necrophile?? :3
Here's my collection so far, though it's admittedly little outdated rn since I just used the most recent pictures I took of it a month ago;; It's still very close to what the current setup though- only real changes from when these were taken are a couple more keychains, commissioned art, another plush orb, and another tin of tea :]
I think I brought up official stuff I'm seeking here before but if anyone has fanmade stuff they're rehoming I'd also be glad to buy 'em, especially if it was sold before October 2024 since that's when I got the means to actually start my hoard! Just hmu if you're looking to get that walking corpse of a man out of your home :p
Fanmade Lawrence stuff I'm especially looking out for rn for include the following:
Junjomonstah's wagging standee & tamagotchi charm.
DoomTheGloom's charms (kissy Law & Lich, as well as the heart Law keychain).
Peanutish's charms and buttons.
SourEgg's maid standee and heart charm.
Gremie's charms (specifically the ones of Law holding plants).
Any of Squerlgutz's Law charms.
Th3Phr0gP0nd's squeaky plush keychain.
Patchesotron's dakimakura.
Literally any of RabbitRevelation's Law stuff- I missed ALL of it >_>. Especially the mousepad though,,,
Geekmagazin's dakimakura.
And finally, basically anything from Russian artists since it's really hard to get my hands on 90% of it as someone from the US. Nothing from Wildberries or Ozon though- a lot of that stuff is made using others' art without permission!!
I'll honestly consider literally anything Law-related regardless of it's mentioned in the list as long as I don't already have it though! Or maybe even if I do have it depending on the price ehe;;
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krisdreaming ¡ 2 years ago
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Daydreams
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The things they daydream about | Timeskip!Captains version
A/N: Um, hi, hello. Yes, I've been gone for quite a while! I'll make a post later with more details 😅 For now, enjoy this lil thing I couldn't get out of my brain. Do the boys really daydream as much as I do? Almost certainly not, but LET ME HAVE THIS.
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KUROO envisions you sharing this space with him. He sees your toothbrush next to his and the indentation of you left in the bed next to him. Your laughter echoes through the quiet rooms and while he eats dinner, you're telling him about your day. You send him out the door each morning with a kiss, and your things slowly collect on every surface. His apartment never felt empty before, but lately it seems to be missing something.
BOKUTO thinks forever might look something like this: your smile, backlit by the sun, as you turn and hold your hand out to him. He takes it and instantly weaves his fingers with yours. The setting is hazy, but you're at the center of it, and that's all that matters. Another in a long string of adventures with you, even if that adventure is nothing more than a trip to the grocery store, is all he could ever ask for.
KITA sees a quiet evening. The sun is setting in a late summer sky, and he balances two cups of tea as he steps out onto the porch. You're already there, settled into your rocking chair with your eyes closed, soaking in the last rays of the sun. It plays golden across your face, and he can't help but pause for a few moments to admire the scene before him. When he finally moves to hand you a mug, your eyes open, and a smile breaks across your face that's only for him. He presses a kiss to your lips and basks in the contentment of the moment. This is the culmination of everything he's been working towards.
DAICHI always tends to picture you with a melody on your lips. It's an adorable habit of yours, that he often catches you humming softly to yourself as you go about your day, and it carries over into his daydreams. He's coming home after a long day, and there you are, standing at the kitchen counter and humming to yourself as you chop vegetables for dinner. The sound dies on your lips when his arms go around you, and turns into a soft smile as he presses a kiss to your temple. "Welcome home," you murmur, and he can't help but smile back. He wants to come home to this every day for the rest of his life.
OIKAWA just wants your face to be the first thing he sees every morning. He'll wake you up in a thousand different ways, with kisses or gentle murmurs or his fingers finding the soft skin beneath the hem of your shirt. When your eyes open, a soft smile breaks across your face, and you snuggle against him for just a few moments longer. Soon enough, you'll both have to get up and face the world, but until then it's enough to simply exist in this moment.
USHIJIMA hears three little words. "Let's go home," you're murmuring against his chest as he holds you close in the airport. He's been away again, but you're always here to welcome him back. Home is the apartment he shares with you, full of countless pieces of your life together, and most importantly, you. Stepping inside the familiar walls feels like a weight is falling from his shoulders. Sharing a meal with you and holding you close in your bed afterwards fills him to the brim with a warmth he never wants to lose.
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tessasturns ¡ 6 months ago
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what are the chances.
fem!reader x brothers bsf!matt
a/n: hey y'all !! i was thinking about brothers bsf!matt for a while so pls tell me if this is terrible😭 also more of vb player!reader bcs i love volleyball lolol
new au so intro:
reader is nates little sister, 20, goes to harvard, d1 libero, a small influencer who makes tiktoks with her friends.
matt is family friends with readers family, 21, makes youtube videos with his brothers, who is also visiting boston for a bit.
warnings: swearing, suggestive material, social media posts (pretend the pictures are slides), matt is a bit of a perv, mentions of alcohol, underage drinking (one sip of alc) matt being drunk, not proofread !!
summary: your family friends, the sturniolos, were in town for a bit and you all go camping together. you and the triplets (specifically matt) are strictly just friends. but will the trip change that?
(masterlist) (pt.2) (pt.3)
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you were sitting in the living room with your best friend, celeste, scrolling on your phone. you both were on semester break from college and you were home for the next two weeks. the door opens and you see four boys enter your house. it was your older brother nate and your family friends; chris, matt, and nick sturniolo were going to go camping with you and your family, along with some other friends. it had been so long since you've seen them, given the fact they moved to los angeles. you run up to the door and embrace matt in a tight hug. "matt!" you say, as he picks you up off the ground and spins you around. "hey trouble" he says in response. you and matt had always been touchy to say the least, but it was never anything out of the ordinary. you hug chris and nick and you all talk for a bit and just catch up.
"okay y'all ready to go?" nate asks, walking over to you and the boys. they all murmur in agreement as you and celeste grab your bags. your parents had always been close with the sturniolos, so we invited them on our yearly camping trip. you all walk to the kitchen to see your parents and the sturniolos talking. "you guys packed?" your dad asks. "yeah, when we leaving?" nate asks. "like five minutes, i'll pack the car" your dad responds, grabbing everyones luggage and taking it to the van. we were taking two cars because of how many of us there were, it just made more sense. the sturniolos in one, your family and celeste in the other. minutes pass as you all get in the car, ready to go to the campsite.
you arrive at the campsite, hopping out to stretch. not too long later the sturniolos arrive at the campsite. "y'need any help with the tents?" nate asks jimmy. "no, you kids have fun. me and your father got it" he responds. nate nods and we all collectively decide to go on a walk around the campsite.
"so, how's L.A.?" you ask matt, seeing as the two of you were walking a bit behind the rest of the group. "it's been great, honestly." matt responds. "lot's of fun being with my brothers. s'been a little sad, y'know, 'cause i barely see you, but i manage." your heart skips a beat as he says those words. "aw, thanks. yeah, summer nights with y'all were always the best." you say, smiling. "you've changed a lot since i've last seen you" matt says, hinting at how you got curvier and actually look older. "ah, thank you matty" you say. "guys hurry up! you guys are taking so long" celeste groans, stopping for the two of you to catch up. "sorry" you giggle.
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mattsturniolo damn i look great in this
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sturnioloz..fan Y/N?? CHRIS?? NATE?? NICK?? MATT??
user.0032 are y/n and matt dating?
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^^ user.0032 ok they are so dating.
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the six of you begin to walk back to the campsite, wondering what to do next. you make your way back to see everything already set up. it was getting darker out so you all sit around a fire, warming up. you guys make s'mores, and have a great night. "hey, can you pass me a soda?" you ask nick, who was sitting right next to the cooler. "yup, here ya go" he says, handing you a dr pepper. "thanks" you say. "alright, we're going to our tents so try to be quiet." your parents say as they return to their tents, marylou and jimmy doing the same.
you had subconsciously noticed how your parents had brought alcohol, and the boys were drinking some white claws. you had always been taught to stay away from alcohol, but your parents weren't here, so who was going to stop you. yiu open your mouth to ask matt for a sip, but you look ahead of you to see your older brothers eyes giving you a death glare. it was like he could read your mind, like he knew you wanted matt. you decided you were gonna wait until nate went to his tent, he couldn't stay out all night.
about a half hour passes and the conversations between the six of you had just become drunk nonsense at this point. nate had finally tapped out from exhaustion, same with nick. that just left you. matt, chris, and celeste. "so y/n and celeste" chris starts. "how's college treating you guys? y'liking it so far?" you nod. "yeah, it's honestly amazing. a little busy, but it's fun." celeste agrees. "wait, are you still playing volleyball?" matt asks. "uh yeah, i am" you smile. matts eyes widen. the thought of you in spandex made his heart race. "cool, cool" he says. theres some more chatter between the four of you, just babbles.
"matt, can i try a sip of your drink?" you say, finally building up the courage to ask him. "uh- i dont know y/n...what would your brother say?" he looks at you with a slight concern. "he's not here, is he" you state. he sighs and hands you the drink. "one sip." he empathizes. you take a long sip of the grapefruit white claw in your hands, liking the taste. "how is it?" matt asks, taking the can from your hands before his brother could notice what was happening. chris and celeste were too busy flirting to notice. "s'good" you respond, the taste reminiscing on your tongue. "don't tell anyone i let ya have that." he says, and you nod in agreement.
matt, in his slightly drunk state had his arm on your thigh, massaging the flesh. you two had unknowingly shifted closer to each other, the two of you were basically cuddling. another half hour passes, and everyone had tapped out and went to their tents.
you were supposed to be sharing a tent with celeste, but chris had protested that he didn't want to sleep with someone who was drunk in case he threw up on him. that left you and matt to be sleeping in the same tent together, what are the chances. matt had a few more drinks before going to bed, so you didn't know what to expect. you both lay in the tent, a comforting silence falling between the two of you.
"y/nnn" matt groans, flopping his head on your shoulder. "why are you laying so far away from me?" you knew it wasn't a good idea to stay with him, but how could you leave him. "y/n, cuddle meee," he whines. "no! matt, go to bed" you whisper shout. "nooo pleasee?" he groans, his head falling onto your chest. he begins to giggle as he uses your boobs as 'pillows'. "if i let you stay here, will you shut up and sleep?" you groan. he hums in agreement, the post-partying tiredness hitting him. the two of you lay there, no one says a word. this just brings back how much you missed him over the years.
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a/n: this is really rushed😔😔 part two coming soon, y'all want smut or fluff ??
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yumeka-sxf ¡ 1 year ago
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Spy x Family Operation Diary - game overview
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I've played through a good amount of the Spy x Family video game, Operation Diary (called Spy x Anya: Operation Memories in the localized version). In my opinion, the game is an absolute joy for any SxF fan: there's so many cute and funny family moments, the mini-games are varied and fun, and all the voice actors bring their A-game performances! Currently the game is only available in Japanese, so I wanted to provide an overview about it for anyone interested in playing it either now or when the English version is released later this year. I'll describe the basics of the game so you can decide if it's something you'd like or not.
Premise
You play as Anya, though you do briefly play as other characters in the mini-games. The goal is for Anya to complete a picture diary of memories she's made with friends, family, etc.
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The game is divided into days, with every three days being a family outing day, and non-outing days are school days.
Diary Photos
There are many locations throughout the game where Anya needs to take pictures for her diary. These places are at the Forger house, at Eden, and at the several family outing spots. However, you can typically only take one or two photos per visit to that location each day.
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When you select a spot to take a photo, you can move the L and R control sticks to make sure you have the right focus and angle for the photo. In addition, you have to hit the shutter button at the perfect time, for example, when Anya and other characters are doing something cute or interesting. You're limited in how much time you can take to snap each photo and how many attempts. If your focus, angle, and timing are perfect, you'll get the full three stars for the photo. Below is an example of how the photo taking works.
Each day starts with the Forgers at home. If it's a non-outing day, Anya will go to school at Eden. There are a few locations at the school, such as the classroom, gym, and study hall, where you can take photos for the diary.
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Once you take your daily photo at Eden, you can go home to the Forger house, where you'll get to take another photo since the Forger house also has a number of photo opportunities. And once you're done doing that, the day shifts to evening. This is the time where Anya is writing "memories" in her diary that the mini-games represent.
Inspiration Points
When you successfully take a photo for the diary, you'll get Inspiration Points depending on how good it was. You can use Inspiration Points to play the mini-games. Completing mini-games earns you Play Points, which is the currency you use to buy things at the shop (more on that later). Each mini-game costs a certain number of Inspiration Points to play (typically you'll have enough for one or two per day). However, even if you run out of Inspiration Points, you can still keep playing the mini-games as much as you like, you just won't earn any Play Points or other rewards from them.
Mini Games
There's a ton of mini-games, and as of this writing, I haven't even unlocked all of them yet! I'll probably make another post just about the mini-games since they're all very unique - of the ones I've played, there's Yor's cooking where you have to get Yor to cut the vegetables perfectly, Eden dodgeball, a Pac Man-like maze game with Anya collecting peanuts, a stealth game where you play as Twilight on a mission to swap museum paintings with fakes, a Becky fashion show rhythm game, a Forgers bowling game, and a Thorn Princess game where Yor has to defeat a bunch of bad guys within a time limit.
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Once you're done with mini-games for the day, Anya will go to bed and the next day will start!
Play Points
The Play Points you earn from the mini games are used to buy items at the shop, which you can access pretty much any time. The shop sells "items of interest" (which I'll discuss below) as well as tons of different clothes for the Forgers.
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Some of the clothes are just cosmetic, but some have additional bonuses when the characters wear them, such as increasing the number of Inspiration Points or Play Points you earn.
Family Outing Days
On family outing days, instead of going to school, Anya will instead go with Loid, Yor, and Bond to one of several previously selected locations, such as the aquarium, dog park, castle, etc.
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Just like Eden and the Forger house, these locations will have a number of photo opportunities, but in addition, you can bring up to three "items of interest" to these places. These items are typically something unique to that location, like the frisbee for the dog park. If you have these items when you go to the location, you'll unlock an additional photo opportunity. Once you've taken photos with all three items of interest at a particular location, you'll then get the ability to take a final "special" photo there as well!
Missions and Challenges
There are various missions and challenges that you complete for performing specific tasks. Some you'll achieve naturally by progressing the story, but most have additional requirements, such as talking to a character a certain number of times or beating a mini-game with a certain score. When you complete these challenges you earn Raffle Tickets. You get the chance to visit the Raffle Ticket booth before you go on an outing. Each ticket allows you a chance to win a costume item for one of the Forgers if you pull a winning number from the box.
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The odds of winning are low, but you will get some Play Points for every attempt, so it's not a total waste! There are also some clothing items that increase your odds of winning if the Forgers are wearing them.
Character interactions
Anya can talk to all the characters to trigger cute and funny interactions!
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Talking to characters each day also allows Anya to get a boost in the number of Play Points earned in mini-games. Though some of the dialogue repeats, there's a lot of unique interactions with characters that are needed to complete challenges and also unlock events. You'll know you can trigger these unique dialogues when the characters have red exclamation marks above their heads. Talking to them in this situation will increase a gauge, and once you've talked to them enough times to fill the gauge, you'll trigger a unique cutscene as well as an illustration for your album!
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Each character has 1-3 of these special cutscenes and illustrations. You'll always have one chance per day to have these special conversations with Damian, Becky, and Henderson at Eden, and Yor and Loid at home. Yuri and Fiona will appear randomly at the Forger house or at one of the outing locations, so you'll have to wait for those opportunities to talk to them.
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And that's pretty much what the game is about! To me, it's a mix of Pokemon Snap and a mini-game collection, with some visual novel elements too (but with voices instead of just reading). Obviously it doesn't have much appeal to anyone who's not a SxF fan, but I'm assuming most of you reading this are 😅 If you want to see a lot of cute and funny interactions between the characters, do some silly stuff like dress the Forgers up in various costumes, as well as play some quick but addicting mini-games with our beloved characters as the main attraction, then you'll definitely like Operation Diary!
As I mentioned, I plan to make at least a couple more posts about the game, so stay tuned~
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flowersandskeletons526 ¡ 4 months ago
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"Get Your Colors" - Warriors Concept Album fanfic
Woe! Fox and Rembrandt angst be upon ye!
Used this as my mind break from "Put Your Gloves Up" and now I'll get back to it. Part six of that will be out soon. Until then, enjoy!
Based on @alexihollis's post
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“I don’t get it,” said Fox as she leaned over Rembrandt’s shoulder.
Rembrandt paused, looking between the two oil pastel colors she held in her hands. “Don’t get what?” she asked.
“Why don’t you just get the sets?” Fox picked up a beginner’s box of pastels, a rainbow of simple colors, the ones children got when they were first learning to use them. Rembrandt, however, was not first learning to use them and did not need a kit. “Isn’t that cheaper? And you get all the colors.”
“They don’t have the colors I need.”
Fox grabbed a bigger box. “What about this one?”
“That one has too many colors. And it’s too expensive. Besides, I already have some of the colors I want so I’d rather just pick out the ones I don’t have by myself. I’m not paying for something I have at home.” 
“But how do you know what colors you need?”
“I have a plan.”
“But-”
“Fox, do you trust that I know what I’m doing or not?”
“I know you know what you’re doing!” Fox huffed. “I’m just curious. Wait, why do you need four different greens?”
“Because the project I’m working on is a collection of monochromes.”
“What’s a monochrome?”
Rembrandt sighed. She loved Fox, truly, but when the younger girl asked if she could tag along on a trip to the art store, she was not expecting to give a seminar on terms and techniques. “Monochromes are pictures that only use different shades of one color. Usually it’s black and white but I think that’s boring,” she explained.
“Oh. Okay. Can I go look at the sketchbooks?”
“Sure. I’ll come find you.”
It didn’t take Rembrandt much longer to pick out her colors. Trying to balance all of them in her hands, she made her way through the cramped, quiet store to the aisle with the sketchbooks. Fox was not there. Rembrandt cursed under her breath. She hated when she wandered off like this. Walking down each aisle, pausing to look longingly at the nice, expensive spray paints in a locked case, she finally found Fox in the back corner of the store flipping through a book. Fox looked up as Rembrandt came to stand beside her. 
“What did you find?” Rembrandt asked.
Fox showed her the cover. “It’s a guidebook to drawing comic book characters.” 
Rembrandt looked at the book. She looked up at Fox, her eyes intensely focused on the book, gently thumbing the edge of the page. Rembrandt smirked. “Do you want it?”
Fox looked up, eyes wide as her expression brightened. “Really?”
“How much is it?”
“Six dollars. We don’t have the money, do we?”
“Let me check.” She picked out roughly a quarter of the oil pastels in her hands and discreetly slipped them into the inside pocket of Ajax’s leather jacket that she’d borrowed for the day. It was so loose on her that no one would notice if she hid a whole spray paint can in the pocket, let alone a few small sticks. She put a finger to her lips and smiled. “Yeah, we have the money.” 
Fox broke out in a broad grin. Rembrandt made another shut up gesture, and Fox nodded and clutched the book to her chest. They paid for the art supplies and the book - minus the ones snuck into Rembrandt’s pocket - and headed home. Once they were a few blocks away, Fox leaned down and lowered her voice. 
“How many did you swipe?”
“Four or five.”
“Nice.” Fox gasped. “Oh, shit! I don’t have any paper to draw on!”
“I have an extra little sketchbook you can take.”
“Are you sure?” Fox asked with another big smile. 
“Yeah. It’s one I stole, anyway.” It actually wasn’t. She was planning on keeping it in her jacket so she could draw on the train without carrying her full sized sketchbook everywhere, but she could never say no to Fox when her face lit up like that. 
When they arrived back at the apartment, Ajax was lying on the couch watching some thriller TV show. Fox sat at the kitchen table with her book while Rembrandt stood behind the couch. Ajax sat up as Rembrandt leaned down to give her a quick kiss. “How was the art store?”
“It was good,” Rembrandt said. “Got the colors I need and Fox got a book on how to draw comic book characters.”
Ajax glanced at Fox, engrossed in the book, and sat up further to whisper to Rembrandt. “Do we have money for that?”
“I mopped a couple oil pastels and that made up for it.”
“You gotta stop doing that before you get caught.”
“And if I do, I will talk my way out of it.” 
“You’re dangerous.”
“You love it.”
“I do.” Ajax pulled Rembrandt close by her waist and peppered her face and neck with kisses. Rembrandt laughed, cupping Ajax’s face and planting a long, gentle kiss on her lips. 
From the kitchen, Fox called, “Get a room!”
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Cowgirl fidgeted on Cleon’s couch. Rembrandt had had her sitting there for close to an hour, and, shockingly, she was almost out of things to say. Sitting in the armchair across from her, Rembrandt barely noticed. When she really got to working on a drawing, she could work through the night without realizing until Ajax woke up and gave her shit for not sleeping again. 
Cowgirl groaned and threw her head back so Rembrandt would finally look up. “Girl, how long do I have to stay like this?” she whined. 
“I’m still blocking colors,” said Rembrandt. “Calm down, I’m almost finished. I just need to get a few more shapes in and then I can do the details on my own.”
“Can I at least see it?”
“Not yet. And stop moving your hat. You change the shape of your hair when you do that.”
“None of your other drawings of me have taken this long.”
“This one is special.”
“Um, excuse me, all pictures of me are special.”
“This one’s a collection,” said Fox. Getting up from the table, she came up behind Rembrandt and put her arms around her shoulders. Rembrandt paused her drawing to squeeze Fox’s hand. “They’re monochromes. She’s doing them for all of us. We’re all different colors.”
“What color am I?” Cowgirl asked. Rembrandt lifted the royal purple oil pastel she was working with in response. “Why am I purple?”
“You feel purple,” Rembrandt said simply.
“The fuck does that even mean?”
“It means exactly what I said.” Rembrandt set aside her pastel. “Okay, I’m done.”
“Thank god.” Cowgirl stood up and stretched. “I need a drink.”
While Cowgirl headed into the kitchen, Fox reached out to touch the edge of the drawing, making sure she didn’t smudge anything. She rested her chin atop Rembrandt’s head. “Hey, what color am I?” she inquired. 
“I haven’t figured it out yet.”
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Shouts and screams echoed behind them. The pounding footsteps of their pursuers like a horde of nightmares. Flashing lights and police sirens in the distance, more shots as the world devolved into chaos. Rembrandt ran faster than she ever had in her life. She barely felt the burn of her lungs and her muscles. She barely heard Swan and Cochise and Ajax shouting instructions behind her. All she could focus on was the path ahead and Fox running just as fast beside her.
Fox tripped. She fucking tripped. Rembrandt almost fell herself with how hard she backpedaled. She grabbed Fox’s arm, hauling her to her feet as panicked words tumbled from the younger girl’s lips.
“We’re dead!” she cried. “We’re fucking dead! When I woke up today, I didn’t think we could die!”
“Neither did I!”
Swan shouted behind them. “The cemetery! Go to the cemetery! Go!”
Rembrandt found herself hiding behind a tombstone, pressing her back against the cold, wet rock as she tried and failed to catch her breath. Fox knelt beside her and clung to her arm. A helicopter flew overhead as lights and blaring sirens passed the cemetery. Swan stood, looking around, and motioned for everyone to stand up. “Make sure we’re okay,” she said.
“This is a graveyard,” Rembrandt said pointedly, because Swan usually wasn’t one for dumb sentences but that was fucking stupid. 
“Everybody make it?”
They’d all made it. All except Cleon. All except the best of them.
Rembrandt hadn’t been this terrified since before the Warriors found her. She couldn’t breathe. She could barely see through the rain and the tears she desperately tried to blink away. 
“What are we gon’ do?” she whispered. Fox was right there echoing her. “What are we gon’ do?”
“We get back home alive.”
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Rembrandt sat on the floor behind the couch in her and Ajax’s apartment. Her, Ajax, and… Fox. It used to be home, it used to be home for the three of them. She still remembered how happy Fox was when they found an apartment and she got her own room for the first time in her life, no longer on Cleon’s couch or briefly sharing Swan’s room when they decided she couldn’t just stay in the living room anymore. She remembered how excited she was to decorate it with comic book posters and all the plushies she collected from carnival games on the boardwalk. 
Hanging on the walls were the best of Rembrandt’s drawings of her. Fox loved to sit for portraits. She always said how pretty it made her feel. Even months after losing her, Rembrandt couldn’t bring herself to go into that room. Everything left of Fox was just sitting there collecting dust. Rembrandt couldn’t face that. All she could do was stare at the forever-closed door.
The front door to the apartment opened and shut. She flinched at the sharp thunk of the deadbolt, her mind throwing her back into an east village loft, sitting beside Fox on a couch, clinging to her hand and wondering how the hell she’d gotten into a situation like that. 
“Baby, I’m home!” Ajax called. Rembrandt pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. Ajax’s footsteps padded through the apartment, around the couch, and Rembrandt heard her sigh as she knelt beside her. Ajax touched her cheek, and she leaned into the contact. It was second nature at this point. “Why are you on the floor?”
Rembrandt jerked her head towards Fox’s bedroom door. Ajax exhaled sharply through her nose. Wordlessly, she sat on the floor beside Rembrandt and pulled her into her lap, holding tight as Rembrandt wrapped her arms around her neck and buried her face in the crook of her shoulder. She was so sick of crying but she couldn’t stop it, burning tears dripping down her face and soaking into Ajax’s shirt. 
“I miss her,” she whispered.
“I know,” Ajax said. “I miss her, too.”
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“I don’t think Rembrandt likes me,” Mercy mumbled. 
“What are you talking about?” Swan asked. “She likes you.”
Rembrandt overheard from the living room in Cleon and Swan’s apartment, which was also Mercy’s apartment now, too, she supposed. Everyone else was out at work or doing gang business and Ajax was still reluctant to leave Rembrandt alone given her mental state over the past months, so she sat with a blank sketchbook in Cleon’s living room until Ajax got back. She tried her best to ignore Swan and Mercy’s conversation but the walls were thin and she couldn’t tune it out. 
“She looks at me like she wants me dead,” Mercy continued. 
“It’s just resting bitch face. That’s how she looks at everyone she doesn’t know.”
Wow, Rembrandt thought. Thanks, Swan.
“Did she look at you like that?”
“No, but that was Rembrandt then. This is Rembrandt now, and she’s just… she’s getting used to you.”
“Everyone else did. Even Ajax doesn’t side eye me every time I walk into the room.”
“Are you mad?”
“No! No, I’m not mad. I just wanna know what I’m doing wrong.”
Rembrandt sank into the couch. She didn’t dislike Mercy and it hurt to know Mercy thought that but it just hurt so much to face her because-
“You’re… you remind her of Fox,” Swan said. “And I mean it in the best way! But Rembrandt just can’t-”
Rembrandt turned on the TV and cranked the volume until she couldn’t hear her own thoughts.
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Rembrandt stood over her desk in her and Ajax’s bedroom, rifling through her desk and sorting her sketchbooks and drawings. The books had begun to pile up around the room, her desk was running out of storage space, and the corner she designated for larger canvases and other projects had gone from a corner to an entire wall. Ajax hadn’t exactly asked her to clear out some of the pieces, but she always apologized profusely when she knocked over a stack of books or almost damaged a painting, so Rembrandt decided to whittle down her collection to just the best and most sentimental. 
With her desk mostly sorted, she turned to the squat filing cabinet she kept beside it. In the bottom drawer, she discovered her collection of oil pastel portraits. She found it within herself to smile as she flipped through the stiff sheets of drawing paper. She’d finished most of them a long time ago, maybe missing a detail or two here and there, and there were some parts she could go back and touch up if she really wanted. 
The first one she picked up was Ajax, her strong features highlighted in rich, deep reds, piercing eyes staring directly off the page.
There was Cochise in hunter green, a side profile, smiling softly.
Cowgirl in royal purple, adjusting the brim of her hat with a grin.
Swan’s calm, stoic face in dark night-sky blue. 
A self portrait in sunshine yellow.
Cleon in gold. Rembrandt had had to do a lot of experimenting with colors on that one to make sure the palette didn’t look too similar to her own portrait. She’d used mod podge and gold glitter in the shadows of the piece to give it that extra bit of glow Cleon always seemed to carry with her.
Rembrandt’s heart sank when she got to the last drawing.
Fox, in bright Tiffany blue. Fox with a wide grin, Fox with her sparkling eyes staring back at Rembrandt, immortalized in such a fragile fucking medium that some of the details had already begun to disappear from just sitting in a drawer. Any light touch would smudge the pigment and Rembrandt would lose more and more of her because nothing could be permanent, none of it was permanent, she tried so hard to hold on but no matter what she was just going to lose her all over again-
Rembrandt screamed and swiped half of everything off her desk. Sketchbooks and pencils and paint cans crashed to the floor, and Rembrandt fell to her knees amidst the mess, unable to look at the portrait any longer. 
When Ajax got home later, she found Rembrandt curled into a ball under her desk, still bawling her eyes out, covering her mouth to silence herself. Ajax spotted Fox’s drawing on the desk and didn’t ask what was wrong. She just sat a comfortable distance from Rembrandt and waited for her to come out. Rembrandt loved her for that.
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Rembrandt took a deep breath, shifting her backpack straps on her shoulders before knocking on the door to Cleon’s apartment. Mercy answered. Rembrandt knew she would. She’d planned for this, making sure to come over when she knew Mercy was home from work and Cleon and Swan had business to handle. She wanted this to just be for her and Mercy. She just… she needed it to be.
Mercy raised her eyebrows, visibly confused when she opened the door to find Rembrandt alone. “Hey,” she said.
“Hey,” said Rembrandt. “Can I come in?”
Mercy stepped aside hurriedly, as if she found it rude that she’d been keeping Rembrandt in the hall, even if she really wasn’t. Rembrandt took a few steps into the kitchen as Mercy closed the front door behind her. 
“Is everything okay?” Mercy asked. “Cleon and Swan are out if you need to talk to them.”
“I know. I wanted to talk to you.”
“About what?”
Rembrandt fidgeted. She took a deep breath. “Will you sit for a portrait?”
Mercy blinked, taken aback. “Um… when?”
“Now.”
“Now?”
“It’ll take two hours at most. Probably not even that long. Please?”
“Sure. Sure, okay.”
It took closer to three hours, despite Rembrandt’s best efforts. She had Mercy sit on the couch and let her put something on TV instead of having her sit in silence, even if Rembrandt would have preferred that. It took so long because she had to scrap the start of three different versions. It had been so long since she practiced this that she kept fucking up the gradients to the point where she had to take a break and go smoke with Mercy on the stoop to avoid screaming in frustration and forgetting the whole idea. 
While trying to get the shape of Mercy’s bangs right, Rembrandt’s vision blurred. She jerked her head up just before the tears had a chance to fall on the drawing. She turned aside, scrubbing at her eyes with the hem of her sleeve, somehow managing to keep her breathing steady. 
Mercy noticed and sat up straight. “Rembrandt?” she asked, just a little panicked. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Nothing. I’m okay,” Rembrandt assured her. “It’s… I don’t know. But I’m okay. Please just move back to where you were.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. I’m okay.”
She didn’t need too much more time after that before she was satisfied with the result. Of course, she would look at it the next day and find a million things wrong with it, but she could correct or add or remove details after the fact. As she set her oil pastel aside, her fingertips stained with the pigment, she brushed her thumb along the very edge of the page. It left a miniscule cut behind, a bead of blood staining her skin. She had a momentary flash of panic but nothing got on the paper so it was okay. She wrapped her fingers over her thumb, squeezing until it throbbed, until the bleeding stopped and the stinging disappeared. Mercy, thankfully, did not notice that.
In her peripheral vision, Mercy shifted closer to her on the couch. “Can I see it?”
Rembrandt hesitated. Normally she didn’t share portraits until they were completely finished, but…
She sat beside Mercy and passed her the drawing. “Just don’t touch it. It smudges easily.”
Mercy grinned when she saw her portrait: head resting on her hand and tilted to the side, hair delicately swept behind her ear, eyes calm and gentle, the corner of her lips lifting in just the hint of a smirk. It was all done in the softest coral pink, almost ethereal in the light. She reached over to rest a hand on Rembrandt’s forearm without looking. Rembrandt thought she might cry.
“It’s amazing,” Mercy said with a light laugh. “I don’t think I’ve seen any of your work besides the graffiti before. I didn’t know you could do this.”
“The only medium I don’t work with is oil paint,” Rembrandt said. “Maybe if I win the lottery.”
“This looks like an oil painting. It’s like something out of a museum.”
“Thanks. It’s gonna be part of a project I never finished.”
Mercy turned to her. “What is it?”
“You’ll see it when I finish it.” 
“Swan said you do that.”
“She knows me.” Rembrandt took a deep breath, her shoulders curling in as she met Mercy’s eyes. “I don’t hate you, you know.”
Mercy grimaced. “You heard that?”
“The walls are thin and you guys always talk right next to the door.”
“Noted.”
“For real, though. Look, I admit that I… I’m still getting used to you being here. You’re so much like her that it just throws me for a loop sometimes and I know Swan has told you I don’t like strangers and you’re really not one anymore but I…” Rembrandt’s voice broke. She turned away from Mercy, covering her mouth to keep quiet as she screwed her eyes shut. Was her heart really choosing right now to have a breakdown over this?
Mercy angled herself in and put an arm around Rembrandt. This very much broke the first rule of the “how to keep Rembrandt from freaking out” rulebook that Rembrandt knew Swan had set, but Rembrandt was glad she did it. She shifted closer, wrapping her arms loosely around Mercy’s waist as Mercy pulled her fully into a soft embrace.
Rembrandt closed her eyes and let the tears fall. Mercy didn’t say anything. She just held her.
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“Is it straight?” Swan asked.
Rembrandt stood back from the wall. Swan and Ajax stood on chairs, positioning a giant canvas while the other Warriors watched them. Behind Rembrandt, Mercy put her arms around her shoulders and watched over the top of the artist’s head.
“I think Swan’s side needs to come down a little bit,” said Cowgirl from where she sat in the arm chair. 
“Cowgirl, you’re holding your head at a tilt,” Rembrandt said with a wave of her hand. “Ajax, let your side come down an inch. Wait, never mind, half an inch. Yes! There! You guys can let go of it.” 
Swan and Ajax let go and got down off the chairs, stepping back to stand with the rest of the gang. 
Now hung perfectly on the living room wall was a collage of all of Rembrandt’s monochrome portraits. They were lovingly cut out and carefully arranged together, with Fox front and center and the others supporting around her. Behind them was a detailed black-and-white background of the city, enough to fill the empty canvas but not distracting from the main subjects, everything pasted down and covered with sealant so nothing could ever damage the fragile pigments again. 
All of the Warriors, immortalized. 
Cleon crossed her arms and whistled. “Damn, Rem, this is some work. How long you been hiding this?”
“It wasn’t finished,” Rembrandt said simply. “Now it is. With all of us.” 
Mercy held Rembrandt tighter. 
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blushblushbear ¡ 4 months ago
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I drunk wayy too much last night and sent a barrage of drunken texts and voice messages to some of my best friends. I'm beyond embarrassed, they're so embarrassing oml. To heal from this pain I'll never recover from, how bout a few of the boys reacting to all that
I think in generally the boys just kind of find it funny, but for details
Nimh: okay, Nimh's actually a little worried, comes over the next day, if not that night, and brings a hang over kit with him
Volks: thinks they're kinda funny but is also a little worried. Checks on you first thing. Ends up leaving then coming back with a bunch of stuff for your hang over and a change of clothes so he can stay the night
Kelby: thinks it's funny until you text him the next day feeling so sick, then he's over there with so much water and gatorade
Eli: He's in the messages with you don't even pretend. He's right in all those selfies, in every embarrassing voicemail, and when you wake up hung over he's right there next to you ordering mcdonalds breakfast cause y'all need some grease, carbs and coffee
Anon: sticks on the phone with you but uses his hacking skills to watch and make sure you get home safe. Also calls you the next day and teases you about last night. You're about to hang up on him when he tells you to open your door, and you open it to find he's sent a bunch of stuff to help you feel better
Garret: very confused, very concerned, you wake up in his arms and he spends the rest of the day taking care of you
Dmitri: weirdly thinks they're charming, also comes over to help you take care of your hang over
Ichiban: thinks about posting it online, thinks better of it, still saves it for giggles, checks in on you all the next day
William: ends up coming out and finding you, takes you home, gives you water and some food and helps put you to bed
Myx: very amused, calls to check on you the next morning
Stirling: ABSOLUTELY entertained. Finds it HILARIOUS. Calls you the next morning and asks how that darling head of yours is feeling in the most teasing way
Scale: gets your messages, gets concerned, ends up stalking you the whole night to make sure you get home safe
Sven: Sends back things that are just as embarrassing even though his ass is sober lol
Cole: finds it funny blackmail. Still gets concerned, ends up stalking you, 'bumps into you', escorts you home and reveals in getting to take care of you, very doting, very sweet, probably takes more pictures for his own collection when you're out cold
Poe: laughs a bit at your message, calls the next day to check up on you, doesn't bring up or mention the messages, if you bring them up he slyly says 'oh I didn't read them all the way through, was there something in them??' like a liar
Cashew: feels for your embarrassing solidarity cause he has DEF done the same. comes and checks up on you the next day, does not bring up the messages at all
Seth: Thinks it's the funniest shit he's ever see, comes and checks on you at the crack of dawn the next morning, teasing you about everything you said, all the while taking care of you
Logan: He's not immediately worried but he does know being too drunk is how the worst stories of nights out begins, so he keeps in touch until you get home, comes over the next morning to make sure you're good
Reece: Is so confused. Is this normal for earthlings?? it's kinda funny. is probably going to come over and ask a bunch of follow up questions
Aki: Wants to be respectful but lord he thinks the videos you sent were so funny. That being said he does come check on you and help you nurse that hangover. He promises he'll only chuckle a little.
Haru: A mix of thinking it's funny but also making sure you're texting back and forth until he finds you. Joins in the party for a bit then takes you home and gives you the best hangover nursing EVER (he knows what it's like)
Fuyu: Is also confused. Doesn't know how to respond like--- ACTUALLY, how do I reply to texts??? ends up calling you a dozen times before just coming over and making sure you're okay
Ace: a little amused, a little worried, constantly texting you throughout the night till you get home, comes over to take care of you the next day
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kooppss ¡ 25 days ago
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Get to Know Me- Tag Game
@jungkoode thank you for tagging me ❤️ Kiks original post
I'll try not to over-overthink my answers. But I don't like choosing favorites, I love duality, I need to have both sides of everything. So there will be multiple answers for each question.
What’s the origin of your blog title?
I have a mug with cat pictures that says 'you've cat to be kitten me right meow'. I say it a lot. I like how it sounds. I don't know. Maybe I'll add a photo.
Koopps is sort of an anagram of how my husband and I sometimes call each other. And I like how it sounds.
Favorite fandoms:
One piece. JJK (tho sometimes I can't match the fandom freak). HxH. I'm not too deep into any fandom, I like to dip my toes in everything. In some, I like fanfic, and in others, I'm there for fan art. Depends.
OTP(s)/shipname:
Sanzo. I love my moss head and my cook.
Ace and I.
Favorite color:
I'm originally a pink girlie, but I like anything pretty, girly, pastel, and aesthetic. I dress mostly in natural colors/black, and my home has a neutral aesthetic with pops of color and colorful art.
Favorite game:
Lately, I've really gotten into Kirby on Switch. And I spent HOURS on Supermarket simulator with my husband. But my all-time favorite is probably Heroes of Might and Magic 3.
Song stuck in your head:
I can't choose one, but those are the songs I listened to on repeat in the last days/weeks/months/years.
'Would I Lie To You?' by Charles & Eddie. It's a problem. I listen to it ten times a day lately, or I'm not okay.
'Put Your Records On' by Ritt Momney. It's giving me my tae fic OCs vibe, I listen to it and daydream about them.
'Persuasive' by Doechii & SZA
'Tequila Shots' by Kid Cudi
'Love Really Hurt Without You' by Billy Ocean
Weirdest habit/trait?
I hate fruits. Can throw up only from smelling them. I'm very sensitive to scents and I hate how they smell. I need to hold my breath at the supermarket when I go by the fruit section.
Hobbies:
Cooking, baking, reading, writing, drawing, embroidery, pottery, anything creative basically.
I also love bird watching, hiking, and being in nature. One of my favorite activities is snorkelling. I live by the beach, but there's not much marine life here, so I need to travel for it.
If you work, what’s your profession?
software developer / devops
If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?
I love what I do. It gives me stability and a comfortable life. It also challenges me, requires me to use my brain, and requires me to constantly learn new things. And as much as I hate some days being a woman working in a male-led field, I find a lot of pride in it. I think it's important for women to work in those fields.
But leaving realistic thoughts aside, I'd love to live on a farm on a hill in Tuscany and have lots of animals. Or live in a beach house on a beautiful island. And just bake, and draw, and write my little stories.
Something you’re good at:
Cooking, baking, and being creative.
Problem solving, analytical thinking.
Something you’re bad at:
A lot of things. Like running, singing, having a father figure, finance.
No, but seriously, I try not to focus on what I'm not good at. It's not good for my imposter syndrome (women in stem thing, you know). You don't have to be good at something to enjoy it, and you don't have to do something you're not good at.
Something you love:
My husband. My sisters. My cats.
Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff:
Everything lol. I love to deep-dive into everything, especially if the other person knows what they're talking about.
But I can talk a lot about psychology, neuroscience, everything biology, evolution, art, birds, lizards, anime.
Also, talk with me about my man. I dare you. I won't shut up.
Something you hate:
Stupid people who talk with confidence about things they know nothing about.
Spiders.
Something you collect:
My husband and I have a nice growing anime figures collection (we have like 4 Zoros and zero Sanjis, which is a shame). I love cute kitchen utilities. I try to expand my art collection. I mostly like nature-related illustrations; I already have some birds, flowers, and a blowfish.
Something you forget:
Plot ideas that I swear 'there's no way I'm going to forget because it's so good and genius and fits them perfectly'.
And I forget people's faces and names.
What’s your love language?
giving - acts of service, gift giving, physical touch but only with my husband.
receiving - ACTS OF SERVICE, quality time, words of affirmation.
Favorite movie/show:
My favorite anime are HxH and 'That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime'. One piece, goes without saying. For Marvel, I really loved Moonknight.
I love the Kill Bill movies and '10 things I hate about you'.
Favorite food:
Anything Italian, chocolate, sweets, carbs, good bread with butter, French pastries. A lot of things.
Favorite animal:
Cats.
But also sharks, whales, turtles, komodo dragons (tho I didn't get the chance to see one irl), iguanas. I won't start to list the birds I like because we won't end this.
Are you musical?
No. I love listening to music. But I can't play any instrument, and I should never sing.
What were you like as a child?
Too good. Too mature. The overlooked one. The kind that 'she's good, she can take care of herself'. Shy, quiet, artistic. I'm healing through doing 'childish' things as an adult and stopping taking life so seriously.
Favorite subject at school?
Math, biology, chemistry, art.
Least favorite subject?
Probably gymnastics because it was lame and boring. I hated being sweaty afterwards, and that people smelled like sweat.
What’s your best character trait?
Sensitive and logical. I think I'm a very sensitive and emotional person, which leads me to care and give a lot of love. But at the same time, I need logic and order; it pushes me to work hard to have a good, comfortable life.
What’s your worst character trait?
Sensitive and logical. I take things personally, I overanalyze every social encounter I have. I overthink whether people around me actually like me. I'm very critical of myself.
If you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be?
Not much. Pretty standard, good day. I'm just a little tired, so maybe a little power nap or better sleep at night. And maybe if by some magic, the shit-tone of work I have to do was already done for me.
But if we're doing fantasy, maybe I want to be on a beach vacation with my husband.
If you could travel in time who would you like to meet?
I don't have a good historical figure in mind right now. But maybe some famous artists? Like Van Gogh? See him in action?
Recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love):
I can't do one obviously, so I'll just drop a few of them.
Fuck Me Up by @jungkoode (AKA writer-wife)
Yes, I'm biased. I don't care. The fact that I know the writer is an amazing, smart, sensitive person just makes reading it even better. The attention to detail, the story, the realism, the smut, all of it, is on another level. And if you haven't already done so, check her other fics as well.
What Was Hidden by @daechwitatamic
I don't know how many times I've read it by now. It's my comfort fic, I can't even explain why. It's so easy to read in the best way possible. The storytelling is so good, the writing is on another level. I HIGHLY recommend. (If it's your first time reading it, I recommend leaving the tae pov parts to the end, as they might give you spoilers.)
Two Point Five by @bratkook
There's something so refreshing about this fic. Something between the fun writing and the change from the usual fic tropes. And this JK is so hot. And the smut.
Chasing Cars by @oddinary4bts
Read it only if you're ready to cry. It's an emotional journey, but it's so worth it. The story itself is really good, and the characters make you fall for them. I still want to hug this JK and tell him everything is going to be okay. The fic handles some very sensitive, emotional topics in a very intelligent and delicate way (check warnings before reading).
If you see this and you want to play as well, see yourself as invited ❤️
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