#Is because I find it funny and also because it's really sweet

[bxnfire]

Stereo Love

Synopsis: You’re determined to get over Suguru, and Suguru’s determined to never let you. Amongst annual vacations, unresolved tension, and one hell of a view, what could go wrong? Come to Mykonos and find out!

Content/Warnings: MDNI! Smut, p in v, fingering, cunnilingus, blowjob, handjobs, public nudity, m! masturbation, edging, teasing, friends-to-lovers, yearning, soo much tension, mutual pining, fluff, slight angst, vacation, Shoko and Gojo betting on your future.

Wc: 9k

A/N: The images are from pinterest. I can’t take credit for them. Divider creds go to @bronzewasp. Check out other amazing works and the place that inspired me to make this fic here at @lily-bisque’s summer bash collab!

Suguru is many things. A tattoo artist, a music lover, a sweet talker, a witty man, a softie at heart, and for the longest time, perhaps since he drew your favorite flower after your crush rejected you to lift your spirits up back in high school, or was it in middle school when he got your favorite snack after you completely bombed a test? You’ve had the stupidest crush on him. You've loved him for so long, all the memories have become a blur, you can no longer remember when he did what, but what you do remember is that even at the ripe age of 13 Suguru has known how to sweep you off your feet.

Maybe that’s why no one else has ever stood a chance.

You’ve tried. God, have you tried. But every relationship since him has been doomed before it began. They all paled in comparison: too soft, too cocky, too dull. Too not Suguru. And maybe they knew it. Maybe they all saw the look in your eyes when his name popped up on your phone or heard the way your voice changed when you talked about him.

You’ve told yourself you’d get over him. You meant it, too. But then he sends you one of those effortless selfies, or calls you just to hear your voice, or keeps his promise to go on vacation with you every year. And suddenly, all that resolve evaporates like mist off the ocean.

What you don’t realize is that Suguru’s just as far gone as you, maybe worse.

It's stupid really, he has no clue as to why you haven't realized that he has so many memory cards for his digital camera purely because he cannot bring himself to delete anything where you're in. There's so many photos and videos of you just being silly, one of you sleeping on his couch, another of you running away from Satoru after he realized you stole his mochi, even one of you petting a cat on the street.

Unbeknownst to you, you inspire the tattoos he's become so known for, which is quite funny because Suguru fears one day you'll have the bright idea of visiting his shop, he wouldn't know what to do if you noticed your favorite flower on different styles on the walls, your birthday on roman numerals, samples of fonts which say your name, middle name, and/or last name, and in a hidden crook of his studio, your eyes.

It sucks having to miss you so much, since you only see each other once a year, but on the bright side, you also don't get to see the fool you've made of him.

Since college, you knew you'd be apart from each other most of your time, as Suguru pursued his dream of owning his own shop in Tokyo whereas your aspirations took you somewhere else. You both have always been very supportive of each other, but at the same time, you're so stuck on each other that you made a pact to go on vacation for 2 weeks every year, taking turns on choosing the spot, and this year it was Suguru's turn to choose.

📩 Suguuu <3: have you checked your email yet songbird?

📩 my muse: SUGURU SHUT THE FUCK UP

📩 my muse: YOU DID NOT

📩 my muse: MYKONOS?

📩 Suguuu <3: surprise surprise

He marks the days like a countdown, two weeks where he gets to have you close, but never close enough. Where he watches you fall in love with the world and aches knowing you’ll never look at him the same way. It’s his favorite part of the year, and also the hardest. Because no matter how far you go together, he always ends up right where he started: still loving you, still silent, and still too much of a coward to ruin what you've built for so long.

You step off the plane, the salty Mykonos breeze kissing your cheeks, and it hits you: this is going to be dangerous. Not because of the cliffs or the scooters or the cocktails you’ve already mentally committed to drinking by the dozen—but because Suguru looks like that in a white button-up and linen pants. He pushes his sunglasses up his nose and smiles at you with that same familiar softness that’s been ruining your dating life since you were 13.

“This place is already ten times better with you in it,” he says casually, grabbing your suitcase like it’s second nature.

You don’t respond. You can’t. Your brain has momentarily stopped functioning.

Choosing to just giggle as a response to avoid any awkward, mumbled response, you pick up your phone to double-check the address of the hotel you had chosen. It took a while, but you reached an agreement with Suguru: if he paid for the tickets, you would pay for the stay.

Since he had gone all out with the location as was, you decided to level the playing field by choosing a suite with a private pool, big ass beds, and the most beautiful view of the beach.

“Songbird, you sure this is our room?” Suguru asks, curious, but also excited?

“‘Course Sugu, why wouldn’t it be?” You ask oblivious to what he was looking at, too busy contemplating at the pool.

“Well, there’s just one bed, it’s huge, but one bed nonetheless,” he says, his lips curving in a dangerous smile.

“Oh.”

“Oh sounds right.” He chuckled, looking at your mortified expression.

“No wonder the lady who checked us in kept treating us like a couple, and you didn’t even correct her!” You realize, jokingly putting the blame on him.

“Would you have wanted me to?” He asks, his purple hues locking your own.

You didn’t have it in you to respond directly, and the loud beating of your heart wouldn’t have let your mind come up with a good answer anyway, so you just opted for saying, “I could sleep in the hammock?”

“Fuck no.”

“So then?”

“If anyone’s sleeping on a hammock it’s me,” he says in a tone that suggests he won’t be swayed otherwise. “But I was thinking of just sharing the bed instead? It’s big enough, you’d probably need an Uber to get to the other side anyway.”

“Okay dummie,” you giggle, “pillow fort it is.”

“Don’t think you could stay away from me in your sleep? You flatter me,” he teased.

“I really couldn’t, you’re just so humble and handsome,” you play along, trying your damned best to ignore the heat in your cheeks.

“If only you truly meant that,” he mumbled.

“What’d you say?” You ask, not having heard him right.

“That you better not snore, songbird.”

“YOU better not snore,” you replied giggling.

“And if I do?” He asks.

“Then I’d have to do this,” you say, and he stands there clueless as to why you’re moving around in silence. Poor Suguru only remembered you were having this conversation by the pool after you had pushed him in, clothes and all.

As he resurged from the water, he just looks at you and smirks, his snake-bites shining in the bright afternoon. You knew he was up to no good, but you sort of felt guilty for pushing him in, so when he extends his hand towards you, you don’t hesitate to take it. Should’ve known you’d be drenched the next second.

As you swim back to the surface, you’re startled to find Suguru so close to you. It should’ve been obvious; he pulled you in, so of course you’d be close. You’ve been pining for this man for years on end, and every year you tell yourself it’s going to be the last, but when he pulls shit like this it’s easy to forget your top new year’s resolution for the past 12 years: to get over Suguru. But he doesn’t help! It’s not easy to get over your best friend if he’s your dream man incarnated, specially when he looks so fucking good with wet hair and a look of mischief in his eyes, with his lips merely an inch away from yours.

He noticed you staring, and it was driving him insane. It took every bit of his (very strong mind you) resolve to not kiss you right there and then and potentially ruin a friendship of over a decade. So, to stop it from going further he just splashed water at your face and started a water fight. He had hoped he’d be able to contain his feelings until the right time, but seeing as he gets worked up so easily even if you’re not trying to seduce him lets him know it’ll be harder than he thought.

About 2 hours later you both finally stopped trying to get back at each other and decided to go out for dinner. You took an awful long shower, which gave Suguru time to rent a bike for your stay, as he remembered how much you loved to ride it with him back when you were in college.

“Songbird! You done in there or are you trying to pluck all your feathers?” He called out teasingly, he knew how much you hated to be rushed, and he had a dirty little liking for working you up.

“Gentle reminder that I’m not a man and can’t serve without proper preparation,” you yelled back, going back to retouching your makeup.

“I’m not even going to comment on that,” he responds, realizing that you truly didn’t know how beautiful he found you, no makeup or prep at all. He’d love to argue with you about it, but admitting to stroking his fat cock for 2 hours straight after he’d seen you with the tiniest shorts and a sweatshirt (one you stole from him by the way) ready to go to bed a year ago wasn’t probably the best argument. But you couldn’t blame him right? After walking around Berlin he was physically and mentally exhausted, so he couldn’t really think better than to just imagine how nice it would be to get to see you like that every time as you walked to your shared bed before he could rearrange your guts goodnight, it’d make you both sleep better!

He was ready to go down that rabbit hole of a memory, but you snapped him away from his thoughts as you finally walked out of the bathroom with the prettiest dress he’s ever seen. Maybe that’s a vague description of your clothes, but you made everything look fucking great, he started to think you’d even look good with a trash bag.

“Staring much?” You ask, basking in his attention and quiet praise.

“I have every right to have a staring problem too you know,” he replies, referring to your little mishap at the pool.

“Oh shut up.”

He chuckles, and for the pure sake of annoying you, he texts you what he was going to say.

📩 Suguuu <3: come outside

“You do realize I’m right next to you right?”

📩 Suguuu <3: you told me to shut up

📩 Suguuu <3: who am i to say no to you?

“You’re so dumb,” you say as you hurry outside, trying your best to hide your blush from him.

You hear him laugh behind you, and you’re about to keep fighting him when you see a red Kawasaki Ninja, and all of your college memories flooded. You couldn’t conceal your smile as it all came back to you, and he takes this chance to speak up.

“You liking our sweet ride for these next 2 weeks?”

“This is fucking amazing Suguru, thank you,” you say as you look at him with the sweetest smile, and you’ve made him melt once again for this evening.

“Let’s get going then, Mykonos awaits!” And with that, you two go into the night looking for trouble, which in itself was scary to think about because it surely felt dangerous to be on this ride with Suguru, and not because he likes to speed, but because being this close to him, getting to wrap your arms around him and press your head on his shoulder, trying your damned best not to succumb to the intoxicating smell of his, made you wish you were riding him instead.

Unluckily for him, you've failed to notice the raging hard-on he sports every night you've gone out for a ride, he chalks it up to his ability to choose bottoms that make it easier to hide, but it really is just the mere fact that you both end up so flustered after those that you don't look at each other much past stolen glances the first couple of minutes, which gives Suguru the perfect chance to run straight to the bathroom to... decompress!

It’s been 1 week in Mykonos and you’ve both fucking loved it. Apart from all those times you’ve come awfully close to kissing or confessing, and ignoring all the damn tension, it’s been great. You spend your days strolling through markets or landmarks, then come back to the suite to hop in the pool and the end the day by clubbing somewhere, it is Mykonos's whole thing for a reason.

Today was a little different though. You were feeling the impulsivity that could only come from days being away from your reality, being with Suguru, the man that made anything and everything seem possible, and of course, the unspoken agreement of vacation, and even if the saying names Vegas, you're in Mykonos aren't ya?

“We should go to a nude beach today,” you say as you bite your koulouri.

Suguru nearly chokes on his yogurt. “A w-what?” He asks, looking at you with wide eyes.

“A nude beach! Wouldn't it be so liberating? And you know I've always wanted to,” you say with the sweetest smile you can muster, acting as if you wouldn't also be a mess if you saw him naked.

“Well, if there's nothing else you'd rather do,” he gives in, trying to think of what the fuck he'd do if he gets hard, it's already bad always making sure he's up before you to hide his morning wood, but a nude beach? God knows he couldn't even cover it up with both of his hands if he tried.

“Not at all,” you smile as you watch him get up to get ready, “I looove you.”

“Seems like you're trying to kill me,” he says with an honesty you weren't expecting at all.

“How so?” You ask innocently.

“You're gonna be the death of me, remember that.”

Shit, you remember other things too. The other night you two had a little too much wine, and while Suguru is usually suave and calculated when he's sober, when he's drunk you really get to see why him and Satoru are such good friends, it makes you see that they're both fairly unhinged, to put it some way.

Sure, in different ways, but unhinged all the same. At least, that's the best word you could find to describe what it was like to hear from your best friend's pretty lips that he’d eat you alive if you let him.

He said it so casually, so slurred and sweet, like it wasn’t the kind of thing that would replay in your mind every time he looked at you a second too long. Like it wasn’t going to haunt you now, while you’re both about to strip down in public like it’s just another Thursday.

You don’t think he remembers. He laughed right after, laid his head on your lap and started telling you how the stars in Mykonos looked fake, like they were too pretty to be real, just like you. But you remember. You remember everything.

Now, as you stand on a rocky path down to the beach, your sundress fluttering in the breeze and Suguru beside you, trying to act nonchalant while adjusting the strap of his backpack for the fifth time, you feel the tension tighten. Not in a dramatic, movie-scene way—no, it’s worse than that. It’s subtle. Controlled. His silence is louder than any confession.

“I googled it,” you say suddenly, trying to fill the silence. “The beach. Apparently it’s, like, super secluded.”

“Right,” he says, clearing his throat. “Secluded is good. We like secluded.”

You hum in response. “Means no one will see if I trip and fall flat on my ass.”

He chuckles. “But I would see though, that’s more than enough.”

A few minutes later, you reach the sand—white, soft, hot beneath your feet. Suguru sets down your things and stretches, his shirt lifting just enough to expose a sliver of skin and the bottom edge of a tattoo you don’t recognize. Your eyes catch on it a second too long.

“What’s that one?” you ask, pointing to it before you can stop yourself.

He freezes. Then glances down. “Ah. That one’s… new.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Of what?”

He shrugs. “Something that reminds me of you.”

And before you can press further, he takes his shirt of fully and it takes you a moment to register what the fuck you're looking at. As if it wasn't already hard not to stare at his muscular back, slutty waist, and broad shoulders, now you have to deal with looking at all of that and your favorite flower on his lower back.

Yeah, right where your hands are when he lays his head on your lap and wants you to comfort him. And you do so by just hearing him out and caressing his lower back, good to know. Good to know what the tattoo was.

Almost as if he could hear your thoughts, right before that part of his body could be covered up by the water he glanced back at you with a smirk, locking eyes for a second too long. Enough to put you in a trance that didn't even let you realize you had been staring at that damn direction for too fucking long.

“So you dragged me here to just sit by the shore with your clothes on?” He yelled, as he was fairly deep in the water.

“You didn't put up too much of a fight anyway,” you replied.

“Because I thought it would be even humiliation but you're sitting there like a princess while I'm completely naked.”

Before you could even process what you were doing, you took your shirt off, and put up a fucking show for him, it was only fair right? If he had you blushing every other sentence, you could fluster him by letting him see what he's allegedly been wanting to eat.

And fuck, you just made him hungrier after that.

You managed to swim and put the tension behind a barrier, even if it was fragile, and you two found a cove not too far from where your things were at.

The cove is half-shaded, half-glowing with the soft shimmer of the Aegean sun. The rocks cradle the space like it was made just for two idiots in denial, and the water here is calmer, like it knows something’s about to happen.

You float lazily beside him, your arms brushing every so often under the surface. If you didn’t know better, you’d think the ocean was trying to make you touch him on purpose.

“You're quiet,” Suguru says, voice low and a little breathless from the swim.

You shrug. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

“That tattoo,” you say without looking at him, even though you can feel him looking at you.

He hums. “Knew you’d notice.”

You flick water at him. “You put it where my hands always are. Kind of hard not to.”

There’s a beat of silence, the kind that fills your lungs heavier than the sea.

“I put it there because that’s where you always are,” he says, so casually you almost miss it.

You blink, heart stuttering. “What?”

But he doesn’t answer. He swims a little closer, hands finding the edge of the rock behind you, his body suddenly close enough to cage you in without touching.

“Can I tell you something?” he murmurs, voice low, unreadable.

You nod.

“I lied the other night. When I said you were gonna be the death of me.”

Your breath hitches. “Oh?”

“I meant to say you already are.”

You can’t decide what happens first, your pulse skyrocketing, your stomach dropping, or the burning desire to kiss him so hard you forget every reason you told yourself you couldn’t.

But his lips are right there, and you’re both naked, half-drenched, and you’re fully ruined for anyone else—and you’re starting to think he might be too.

You swallow hard, not from nerves, but because it’s suddenly too quiet. The air shifts, the world narrows. His hands are still braced behind you, his body close enough that you feel the heat of him through the water, your knees occasionally brushing under the surface, sending jolts straight to your core.

“You can’t just say shit like that,” you whisper, trying to sound unaffected and missing the mark completely.

“Why not?” he murmurs, his eyes searching yours like he’s looking for the line between brave and stupid, safe and honest.

“Because,” you say, voice a little shaky now. “Because I don’t know what you mean.”

He lets out a soft laugh. “Yeah, you do.”

You try to look away, but his voice drags your gaze back.

“I meant it, y’know,” he says. “The tattoo. The flower.”

“Suguru—”

He leans in just slightly, not close enough to touch, but close enough that your heart forgets how to beat properly.

“Every time you touch me there, it grounds me,” he admits, quieter now. “Even when I’m barely holding it together. Even when I want things I shouldn’t.”

Your breath catches. “Things like?”

He doesn’t say it. Instead, he lets the moment stretch.

The sun catches on the water between you. He looks devastating like this—dripping, golden, pupils blown just a little too wide to blame on the sunlight.

But then, as if he senses you need an escape route, he gives you a smirk, tipping his head back and letting the tension almost break.

“You still owe me for dragging me out here alone,” he says, voice back to playful, but his eyes? Still fixed, still dark, still hungry.

“Oh?” you manage, breathless. “And what exactly do I owe you?”

He shrugs, but it’s mocking. “Dunno yet. But I’m sure I’ll think of something by tonight.”

And with that, he pushes off the rock and swims a few feet away, leaving you stewing in the heat he left behind, mouth slightly parted, heart absolutely wrecked.

Coming back to the suite was something else. Sure, it was already bad having to share a bed with the man you've loved for so long, but today was just rough. Your glances seemed to last a little longer, if you walk past each other you're so awfully aware of your skin touching, so much so it feels electric.

For his “get back” he ended up taking you to a club, but this time he had laid out an outfit for you to put on: a cute little purple dress along with some silver heels.

“Suguru what the hell are you planning on doing?” You ask, trying to suppress your giddiness.

“Clubbing,” he says walking into your shared room with his fit on, and to your surprise he was wearing a button-down shirt matching your dress, alongside silver accessories to match your shoes.

He loves watching you dance, you look so happy and carefree, but he'd also be lying if he said that was all there was to it. He loved seeing you flaunt your curves without a care in the world, and even if he knows better than that, he likes to imagine that you're putting up a show just for him. So, why not let the Greeks think that you were his and only his?

“And is there a reason to be matching?” You ask.

“Yeah, it'll be easier to find each other if we're wearing the same color,” he says just to instantly realize how stupid that sounded.

“Like we're on a summer camp?” You giggle.

“Yeah. A summer camp, but now we won't have to give up or phones or try to hide the booze,” he chuckles.

So, you're off to the club. It's not the first time you're clubbing in this trip, but tonight is just different. After learning about his tattoo earlier and being the closest you've ever been to actually kissing him the tension is through the roof, and you'd think a club would be stimulating enough to let your mind focus somewhere else, but something about those colored flashing lights, his easy smile and his luscious hair going everywhere along his moves gave you goosebumps. It surely didn't help that now he was using every excuse to flaunt the tattoo he'd done an amazing job of hiding up until earlier.

The club is alive. Bass thrumming through your chest, lights flashing pink and violet like they’re syncing with your heartbeat. You’ve danced before, plenty of times. But never like this. Never with his eyes on you like this.

You weren’t expecting them to play it — the familiar swirl of ikaeotiotiko rising like smoke through the haze of the night. The DJ must’ve been Greek. Or brave. Either way, the mood shifts, the crowd parting slightly as people start forming loose circles, clapping into the rhythm, shoes sliding against the floor with practiced ease.

You’re mid-laugh when Suguru’s hand slides around your waist.

“Thought you didn’t dance,” you tease, breathless.

“I don’t,” he says, but he doesn’t let go.

The circle opens around you, and somehow you’re pulled in, your hands brushing against others, your body keeping time with the rising tempo. You spin once, then again, feet moving instinctively. The music builds. Quick.

You feel him again before you see him. Suguru at your back, steady and grounded while the world moves in rhythm around you. He doesn't grab you outright, but his hand returns to your waist like muscle memory.

When someone reaches out to join hands with you again, he steps closer.

“She’s with me,” Suguru says. Casual. Almost bored.

But you know better. His voice is strained honey, the smoothness so fake you know it's just trying to feign calm. His fingers tighten at your side, not enough to hurt, but enough to speak volumes.

You move faster. The music demands it. The steps get looser, sweat slicking your skin, your dress hitching a little higher with every spin. You’re glowing with it, the dance, the music, the heat — and you lean back into him, letting your hips graze his.

Suguru doesn’t back away. If anything, he braces you.

“You’re playing with fire,” he murmurs into your ear, the beat thrumming through your chests as one. His mouth is so close to your skin, it feels like a kiss.

You smile without looking at him. “Maybe I like the burn.”

The music’s lifting now — that final run, that fast-breath, foot-stomping energy unique to ikaeotiotiko — and you let go. Let your body trust the rhythm. Let yourself press flush against him as the circle breaks into wild joy. But Suguru? He stays still behind you, like stone, like an anchor, his hand sliding lower now.

“Careful,” he breathes, “If you keep dancing like that, I’ll forget where we are.”

“Then maybe you should.”

That pause, thick with want, thick with years of unsaid things, lingers between you longer than the last note of the song. Even as the music fades and the next track bleeds in, he stays molded to your back. Possessive. Unmoving. Burned in.

You turn your head just enough to glance at him. “Possessive much?”

“Can you blame me?” he says, and it’s so honest, so fast, it makes your pulse skip.

The DJ switches to something darker, deeper. The kind of song that slows the room down and pulls bodies closer. Your hands find his shoulders, his settle on your hips. It’s instinct now.

You shouldn’t be doing this. But you also should’ve stopped a long time ago.

Your noses nearly brush as he leans in like he’s going to say something. But he doesn’t. His gaze flicks down to your lips, then back up.

You can’t breathe.

“Say something,” you whisper, voice almost drowned out by the music.

He swallows hard. “I’m trying really fucking hard not to ruin everything right now.”

The way he says it, so raw and vulnerable, sends your heart crashing into your ribs. You want to ask why not ruin it? what if it’s already ruined? what if we’ve been lying to ourselves this whole damn time? But you’re trying to see if he'll cave in, but unfortunately your patience is dangerously close to boiling over.

So you smile instead. Force a little laugh. “You think dancing with me is going to ruin everything?”

“No,” he says, shaking his head slightly. “Wanting more will.”

At this point you're fucking fed up, the tattoo, the side comments, and now to top it off the fucking possessiveness. Your heart couldn't handle that much.

“Stop playing with me. You keep talking so sweetly to me and I know you're a sweet person but this has gotten so out of hand. You keep saying I'm the death of you, that I calm you in ways no one does, and you just rile me up so fucking much. It hurts Suguru, to have wanted to for so long and to keep wanting you and all you do is play around. Honestly I've kept quiet for the sake of our friendship, but it costs me too fucking much, and I can't take it anymore,” you confess, tears threatening to spill over.

Before you could think logically, you let your pride take over and ran out into the rain because it seemed like a better option than to let the man who's controlled your feelings for so long watch you cry over him.

Your inner turmoil doesn't let you realize that he was chasing you the whole way.

“Y/n wait! Fuck, come here,” he says out of breath.

“Haven't you had enough this past decade? What else do you want from me?!” You ask, looking at him through your tears.

“You didn't let me reply,” he says so easily, as if he wasn't holding you as you broke down, as if you both weren't getting completely drenched by the rain. “I have always loved you. Insanely so. You've always plagued my every thought, been the muse to all the art I've made, the force behind every one of my efforts, my partner in crime, my favorite voice to wake up to, the last person I want to see before I fall asleep.”

His hands cup your face like you might slip away if he doesn’t hold on tight enough, but his touch is gentle. Careful. Like he knows how badly you’ve been hurting and hates himself for being part of it.

“I never said anything because I didn’t want to lose you. Not to distance, not to time, not to something I said too early or too late. I’ve had so many chances, and I ruined every one of them by keeping my mouth shut.”

You’re crying harder now, but you’re not backing away. You're just there, in his hands, trying to catch your breath as his confession keeps unraveling.

“I wanted to say something a hundred times on this trip. I almost kissed you on the bike, when you leaned into me and I forgot how to think. And again on the beach. And at the cove. And right now, I am so close to doing it I can’t even breathe.”

You blink up at him through the rain. “Then do it.”

Suguru pauses just long enough to make sure you mean it, his thumbs brushing your cheeks.

“Please,” you whisper.

And he kisses you like he’s been waiting to. Not careful anymore, not calculated. Just full of every second, every day, every year he’s spent loving you in silence. You melt into him, fingers curling in his shirt, finally holding him like you’ve dreamed of doing a thousand times.

When you part, both of you breathless, soaked, and shaking with adrenaline, he rests his forehead against yours.

“No more waiting,” he murmurs. “I’m yours, okay? I’ve always been yours. I've even got a mark of it.”

You laugh softly. “About time, idiot.”

He grins. “I’ll take that.”

Needless to say, you don't take too long to get on going to the suite. It should've been a quicker trip, but with Suguru slamming you into walls every 5 minutes and kissing you like a man starved it made a 10min walk into a 40min one, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't play into every bit of it.

By the time you make it into your room, your skin is on fire, not even the droplets of water clinging to it can do anything to calm the burning sensation down. It makes you act as though coming in contact with his skin with every inch of yours might ease it, but it only makes it worse.

Suguru’s not holding up any better. Years of longing are pouring out through his lips, tongue, hands, cock, everywhere. He’s all over you, kissing your neck as struggles not to whimper, hands busy trying to take your drenched clothes off as he doesn’t let you an inch away from him while he guides you towards the bed.

“So have you thought about it?” He asks, his lips one inch away from yours as he holds both of your arms above you with just one hand.

“Suguru I haven’t thought of anything that wasn’t you since we got off the plane,” you reply breathlessly.

“I’m talking about my offer, or should I say request?”

“And what would that be?” You reply smiling, kissing his neck, feeling it vibrate as he chuckles.

“That I’d eat you if you’d let me,” he says, eyes now fully locked on yours.

“YOU REMEMBER THAT?” You ask startled, fully convinced you were the only one who kept that night alive through your memory.

“I remember everything songbird, so well that I don’t recall there being an answer.” He pauses just to look at you, and as he inches close enough where you can feel his breath on your lips he speaks up again. “So, can I?”

You don’t feel like replying verbally, so you opted for smashing your lips into his. Kissing him felt so right, far above the feeling you got from anyone else even fucking you. This kiss alone made you wish he took all of your firsts, and with how nervous he’s making you, it almost feels like you’re a virgin again. Close enough right?

He understood perfectly. His hands started going south, roaming through your abdomen and navel, getting a feel of all the skin he’s only ever allowed himself to look at. As he tries to stop his mind from going overdrive so he can please you the way he’s always dreamed of, he places wet kisses from your neck to your collarbone, sneaking in some bites and hickeys to pave down his newfound territory.

“F-fuck Suguru,” you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“That’s it songbird, don’t hold back. You’ve starved me long enough,” he says as he finally reaches your breasts. He takes one into his mouth, outlining your sensitive nub, as he moves one of his hands towards your other breast, taking your nipple between his thumb and index finger, rotating it back and forth, the pressure and friction taking your soul out your body.

You feel yourself grinding into him, and he’s so big. So damn big, it’s obscene to even look at the tent in his pants, and you’re insatiable. You’re grinding on his drenched boxers, whether there was more moisture from your own dripping cunt or the pouring rain you didn’t know, but it doesn’t matter because either way it makes the fabric cling to him so deliciously, and it made your back and forth motion so much better.

Every roll of your hips sends a jolt through him, his grip tightening on your waist like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. You hear his breath catch, low and sharp, just before he mutters something guttural against your skin — something you can’t even catch, but it makes your thighs tremble.

Somehow, he gets harder, and you feel his cock pulsate through the thin layer of cloth between you. You whimper loud, and he takes that as encouragement to keep roaming further. His hand finds its way to your wet cunt and starts taping it, quick enough to make you ache for him but not hard enough to ease your want.

“Are you really fucking teasing me after making me wait years for this moment?” You manage to get out, so overwhelmed by your physical state and emotions.

“If anything you kept me waiting this long, and for that fact alone I should be given a reward don’t you think? I want it to last forever,” he breathed out before circling your entrance, toying with your dripping pussy as you arched your back for him.

“S-sugu,” you moaned, desperate for more.

Your plea — that broken little whisper of his name — makes something primal flash in his eyes. Suguru’s jaw flexes, and his breath stutters against your neck as he finally presses two fingers against your folds, sliding them through the mess you’ve made of yourself. He’s slow, deliberate, like he’s savoring every second of having you this way: spread out, soaking, and absolutely wrecked just from the friction and his mouth.

“You’ve got no idea how many times I’ve thought about this,” he growls, voice ragged. “You, desperate like this… begging me. Needing me.”

You can’t think. Can’t speak. Every nerve ending in your body is screaming for more, but he’s still just barely touching you, the pads of his fingers brushing your entrance, teasing you open but never pushing in. He knows exactly what he’s doing. It’s cruel.

“Then stop thinking,” you gasp, hips rocking up into his hand. “Just do it.”

He chuckles, low and dangerous. “So bossy when you’re this fucked out.”

And just when you’re about to snap — right on the verge of clawing at his shoulders and dragging him under you — he finally slides his fingers inside, slow and deep. It steals the air from your lungs, and your body tightens around him like he belongs there, like you’ve been waiting your whole life for this.

“I told you I’d make it worth the wait,” he whispers, his lips brushing your ear as he curls his fingers just right. “Now be a good girl and take it.”

Even if it's just 2 fingers it takes you to a whole other world. Suguru has always had a sixth sense for what you need and desire, and it doesn't surprise you that it translated over to bed. It takes him less than 30 seconds to find your sweet spot, and once he realized it he abuses it so deliciously.

"K-keep going Suguru," you breathe.

"That's my girl," he says as he keeps working you up. He loves to be in control, and he does it almost well enough that he's rutting into the bed, trying to find the friction you were giving him earlier in the mattress, and he thinks you wouldn't notice... but you did.

You don't know where you find the strength, but you manage to flip you guys over so you're on top of him now, and you're feeling like returning the favor. So before he can even guess what you're about to do, you take the hand he was just fingering you with and suck your slick off his fingers, then you take your tongue out and start dragging it from his chest all the way down to his waist without taking your eyes away from his, as he watches you hungrily through lidded eyes.

You waste no time in putting your hands to work, so fucking slowly. You drag your fingertips down his torso like you’re tracing a path you already know by heart — over the hard planes of his stomach, the twitch of his hips when you get too close, then back up just to hear the frustration in his breath.

“You’re really gonna tease me now?” he mutters.

You don’t answer, just smirk, letting your lips follow the trail your tongue blazed moments ago. Every inch of him tastes like salt and rain and something only he could ever smell like, so familiar and addictive.

When you finally reach the waistband of his boxers, you pause. Just enough to make him twitch. Just enough to watch the way his jaw tightens.

You glance up at him through your lashes. “If I kept you waiting all this time, don’t you think I should take my time making it up to you?”

He lets out a strangled groan, and his hand flies up like he’s going to grab something, but then he stops himself. Lets you stay in control.

That alone makes you ache.

You press a kiss right below his navel, slow and intentional. Then you hook your fingers into the waistband and drag it down, inch by agonizing inch, until he’s fully exposed and twitching against his stomach.

“Fuck,” he hisses, voice cracking as you wrap your fingers around the base of him, your thumb brushing the bead of precum at the tip.

You lean in, mouth barely grazing him, breath hot and teasing. “I want to see how much you can take before you lose it.”

"You're signing up for a long night then Songbird," he says, not even bothering trying to conceal how worked up he is.

Your adrenaline is going overdrive, and even as you’re trying your damned best to get it together to put on one hell of a show, your resolve is crumbling quicker than you’d like it to. You’re toying with his cock so painfully, licking his tip as you stroke him with one hand and cup his balls with the other, allowing yourself to revel on how hot, moist his dick is, and above all, how delicious his veins feel on your palm alone. If it was intoxicating here how bad was it going to be when he was actually inside you?

“S-shit,” he pants, giving in to the pleasure.

You wanted to keep him waiting, but his honeyed voice sounded so pretty breaking down for you, you decided you’d give him a reward! Instead of continuing to tease him, you actually took him in your mouth, and it was a delight to both of you. Feeling him twitch and keep leaking in your mouth made your cunt impossibly wetter, but you tried not to pay that much mind to focus on your task.

Having one hand free now, you opted for using it to caress your favorite flower inked on his back, the gesture making him buck violently into your mouth. You gagged, but that only made him more eager to take you. It truly didn’t take you much to turn your “reward” into further torture, the funniest part is that you didn’t realize it at all.

“This is g-gonna be so f-fucking embarrassing for me if I l-let you keep going,” he moans out. “Let me t-taste you instead.”

You intended on continuing sucking him off, but he pulled that same stunt you did, so you found yourself on your back once again at his mercy, and the glint in his purple hues told you you were going to get ruined for everyone else, now in a whole different area.

He dove right in your pussy as if you were the only oasis in the desert he had walked on for days. He was nothing short of calculated and intentional, but only Suguru could be those things while at the same time being desperate and so fucking hungry. He was lapping at your cunt as his nose pressed on your clit, the pressure making you cry out in pleasure.

“Suguru! F-fuck, don’t stop,” you moan.

He chuckles and the vibrations go straight to your core.

“Since you’re being so good for me, and taste so fucking delicious, I’ll give you a little gift,” he says, taking his tongue out your cunt just to softly blow on it, making you shiver, then put it around your clit and get his fingers back in it again.

To say you’re moaning would be quite offensive. You were screaming at this point, certain that everyone on the hill could hear Suguru’s name being yelled at the top of your lungs. Even taking all of this into account you were holding it up quite well, his skilled tongue along with his fingers at the same time is no fucking joke, adding on to the fact that your body’s been waiting for this for years.

And in just a moment you start feeling it, that pressure begging to be released pooling inside of you, and he feels it too, he knows he’s driving you to the edge.

“You want to cum pretty?” He asks mockingly, as if it wasn’t tearing him apart as much as it did you.

You nod frantically, unable to form a coherent sentence in the state he’s put you in.

“Shit baby, I can’t hear you. Guess you can wait a little hmm? You’ll get another chance to cum, don’t worry.” The fucker smiled as he said that repositioning himself so that he was centered right at your entrance.

Testing your patience, he started dragging his hard length through your folds back and forth, driving you both insane by feeling your cunt up with just his leaky, pretty red tip, overstimulated beyond belief with such brief touches.

“Always knew you were quite the tease but didn’t know you were a masochist Sugu,” you said impatiently, wondering just what you’d have to do to get him to put it in already.

“You really don’t know me at all, but don’t worry, you will soon enough,” he says, and before you can answer he goes balls deep in only one thrust, making you scream out his name once again at the sudden (but not unwelcome) intrusion.

“You feel so fucking good,” he says breathlessly, locking eyes with you as he locks you in a mating press.

You feel him hit all of your sweet spots without fail, as if he had mapped you out long before he even got to this point, all his thrusts erratic but never unintentional, he was determined to make sure you lost your mind just as much as him.

You can’t breathe, can’t think, the stretch of him inside you is overwhelming — thick, deep, perfect — and all you can do is hold on as he fucks you like he’s trying to brand himself into your cervix.

Your legs are folded tight to your chest, and he’s so deep it feels like he’s rearranging you. Every slam of his hips makes you cry out, makes your body arch against him, and when his fingers find your clit, rubbing tight and fast, and your vision blurs.

“S-Sugu, f-fuck! I-I,” you don’t even know what you’re trying to say. You can’t get it out.

“I know, baby. I know,” he groans, forehead pressed to yours, his pace somehow rougher and sweeter all at once. “Let go for me.”

And it’s all you need.

You shatter.

The orgasm tears through you like lightning, loud and blinding, your whole body trembling as you clutch at his shoulders like he’s the only thing keeping you grounded. And he doesn’t stop; he keeps moving through it, keeps dragging every last drop of pleasure out of you until you’re gasping for air and moaning into his mouth.

“Fuck— you’re squeezing me so tight,” he chokes, hips stuttering now, losing rhythm, chasing his own end.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down into a kiss, sloppy and desperate, as he finally lets go, burying himself deep with a guttural moan and spilling inside you in thick, pulsing waves.

For a moment, everything’s still. Just the sound of your uneven breaths, the weight of him on you, the rain still faintly tapping against the window outside.

Then he exhales a laugh, soft and wrecked, nuzzling into your neck.

“Guess we made up for lost time, huh?”

You smile, still dazed. “You think that was making up for it?”

His eyes flicker open, dark and gleaming.

“Right. Round two, then.”

And with that, it is safe to say you did not get any sleep that night.

The rays of the sun woke you up, and as your eyes adjusted to the lighting, you took a look at your surroundings, delighted to find you and Sugu’s body tangled up to the point where you couldn’t tell when your body ended and his started. You felt him flutter awake too, looking up at you with the most lovesick smile you’ve seen in all your life.

“You sleep good Songbird?” He asks in his raspy morning voice, sounding so fucking sexy.

“Best sleep I’ve had in years. You?”

“I think I’m doomed,” he confesses, as he grabs a strand of your hair to play with it.

“What do you mean?” You ask, growing concerned.

“I doubt that after tonight there is a way I’ll be able to get any sleep without you by my side,” he declares, so easily, as if he wasn’t accelerating your heartbeat with merely some words.

“You’re so silly,” you giggle, relaxing at his cheesy confession.

“I’m just being honest,” he says, caressing your face. “Can you promise me something?”

“Anything,” you say, feeling how much you mean it.

“Can we please keep this going outside of Mykonos? I know I may have rushed it, but believe me when I say I meant every word I said out in the rain. I don’t want us to be a hook up, just a vacation thing. I genuinely want to wake up like this every day, getting to see your beautiful face and hearing your voice first thing in the morning. It would kill me to have done this and to go back and pretend like you’re not the love of my life and like I haven’t realized it yet,” he says without missing a single beat.

You reach up and place your hand over his, the one still cradling your cheek with such gentleness you know he means every word he just said.

“I don’t want to pretend either,” you whisper, voice barely steady. “I want this… all of it. You.”

The smile that spreads across his face is slow and devastating, the kind of smile that says finally.

“Good,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “Then it’s settled. Mykonos was just the start.”

You nod, melting into his chest as he pulls you in tighter, the warmth of his body grounding you even as your heart soars.

And as the Aegean sunlight filters through the curtains and the sea murmurs softly outside, you fall asleep once again wrapped in his arms — no longer wondering what comes next, but knowing that whatever it is, you’ll be in it together.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Tokyo there are two close friends of yours arguing, which isn't surprising, but to think that it was about the two of you made it hilarious.

“Shoko I'm telling you, I know Suguru better than anyone, that fucker will keep pining after her like a lovesick ghost. You said the same thing about their trip to Berlin last year, why do you think this one would be any different?” Satoru asks, getting into yet another bet he fully expects to win.

“Because I just feel it, nothing screams more romance than a getaway at Mykonos of all places. Besides, this is the first trip where they've only had one bed to sleep in,” she explains, believing more and more in her conclusions as she gets the words out.

“Not buying it. It would take a life or death situation for him to cave in,” he says stubbornly. “But since you're so certain, it wouldn't hurt to bet on it, right?”

“You have no problem in reminding how little you care about your money huh?” She says, more than willing to give in once again, her pride taking over her better judgement.

“Just recognizing an opportunity when I see it,” he shrugs.

“Fine, ¥14,450 they'll come back a couple.”

“You're so on Shoko,” he says, grinning as they shake hands.

Needless to say, after you two came back and had diner with those two to update them on all, Satoru not only lost his ¥14,450, but also his pride, especially when Suguru kissed you right in front of them like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Shoko sipped her drink smugly. “Told you. Mykonos equals love.”

Satoru groaned dramatically, slumping back in his chair. “Unbelievable. All it took was Mediterranean air and a single bed? You folded faster than Go Fish.”

Suguru just smirked, arm lazily draped around your shoulders. “You won't understand me until you're in my spot, Satoru.”

“You shut your traitor mouth,” Satoru muttered, pushing his plate away like the betrayal had ruined his appetite.

“You’re just mad because you lost,” you grinned.

“I’m mad because now I owe her money and I know she'll spend it on some wine she won't even share,” he said, gesturing to Shoko, who just raised her glass in victory.

“Correct,” she said. “And it’ll be imported.”

The night ended with Satoru dramatically Venmoing Shoko under the transaction label “This won't happen again.”

And you? You leaned against Suguru’s shoulder, already planning the next trip — two tickets, one bed, and no intentions of ever holding back.

[ahnaiee]

summary. It didn’t matter that you loved him first. The only thing that mattered was that he loved her, and she loved him.  tags. Non!Mc x LADS, angst, hurt/no comfort, unrequited love, reader isnt mc!! now playing.I love you, I’m Sorry by Gracie Adams

“You were the best, but you were the worst As sick as it sounds, I loved you first”

It was unfair. 

Every universe, every dimension, for some reason, you always fell for him. 

A prince, a God, a dragon– every one. You loved him. In every, single, one, you always did. 

He was the best thing to ever happen to you, really. A stretch, but it was true. Soft hands, gentle eyes, and in every single universe, in every life, you were there with him. 

But she was always there, too. 

If he looked at you with those gentle eyes, then the gaze he has every time it lands on MC was sickeningly sweet, gentler– loving. If he had ever held you for a moment, a hug, a handshake, a helping hand, with soft hands, then the way he held her was softer. In those ways, he was also the worst thing to ever happen to you. 

Because just as he became the reason for your heart to beat quicker, he was also the reason why it began to break.

It was truly unfair– how he was the one your heart kept choosing, yet his own heart never chose you. Of course it didn’t, because there was MC.  

In the same way you loved him, he loved her. 

You were always on the side, then, weren’t you? Cursed to watch them fall for each other while hiding the way your heart broke into pieces. 

It’s a sick, sick feeling, especially when you couldn’t help the ugly emotions of hurt, anger and jealousy. Because you loved him first, before she came along. Because you were always by his side before she was, weren’t you? 

It was unfair, how your feelings seem to be nothing but a stepping stone for their love story. It didn’t matter that you loved him first. The only thing that mattered was that he loved her, and she loved him. 

“I was a dick, it is what it is A habit to kick, the age-old curse”

There were times in your lives where you harbored deep resentment for the two. There were moments where your anger, your jealousy got the better of you and you became the worst version of yourself, and you took it out on them. It is what it is, but those were moments that you wished to never repeat. Times and lives that you bury deep into your mind, locked away, but never forgotten so you would never repeat those mistakes again. 

Funny, how even then, you never deemed your love for him as a mistake. 

Because loving him was a curse, and also a blessing. 

You hated him, you hated MC, but at some point, you stopped hating them– because they don’t deserve the hate you had harbored. No, they don’t deserve it. 

Even so, those feelings never truly went away, and even now, as you watch him fall for the Hunter, you couldn’t find it in yourself to even harbor any other deeper feelings other than hatred for yourself, and the feeling of being resigned to your fate.

You were resigned to a lifelong curse of falling for someone you can never have. And that was all you could do.

“I tend to laugh whenever I'm sad I stare at the crash, it actually works”

It was easy. After many lives of pretending, the smile was easy to pull off. The casual “I’m okay!”, the laughs in moments that needed a laugh, and in every life, that was all you could do. 

Laugh. Smile, and stare at the wreck of who you are. 

It works. It made things easier to move past from. But it never truly healed those hurts, did it? 

Instead, it strains your cheeks, it leaves laugh lines that remind you of how much you have to pretend, how much you had to laugh just to keep the underlying sadness hidden. 

Because who are you to stand against fate? 

It never worked in the other lives, so why would it work now?

So whenever MC casually invites you out for a hang out, whenever he greets you with a smile, you nod, you smile, you laugh. Even when seeing them together hurts. 

It was easy to pretend. 

But it never truly got easier on your heart. 

“Making amends, this shit never ends I'm wrong again, wrong again”

It doesn’t matter how many times it happened. The universe doesn’t care what you think about your situation.

It was unfair. But that was what life is. 

You, always the one to fall, and never be caught.

©ahnaiee [do not repost, copy, translate, or modify]

[p1llkiss]

at first, you think nothing of it.

the first note appears on your fridge. “don't forget to eat today. or i'll cry. seriously. i'm very sensitive.” it's signed with a doodle of satoru's sunglasses and a dramatic stick figure with tears.

you roll your eyes, toss it in the junk drawer, and forget about it.

but then you find another one. this time it’s on your bathroom mirror: “you look hot today. but also brush your teeth please.” there’s a tiny cartoon of you with vampire fangs.

you groan. “gojo…”

oh, it escalates fast.

within days, you’re finding sticky notes in increasingly stupid places. inside your cereal box “good morning, cereal thief 🥣^_^ ”, on your shampoo bottle "your hair smells really good, but i promise i'm not a weirdo about it.”, on the ceiling above your bed "dream of me or else >:( "

you confront him the next time he pops by unannounced, which is basically every other day.

“why,” you demand, shoving a handful of neon sticky squares at his face, “are you turning my apartment into a scrapbook?”

he feigns innocence, pushing his sunglasses up dramatically. “aw, you found them all? you’re so diligent, baby!”

“i'm serious!” you sputter. “one of these was inside my shoe.”

“hah- oh yeah, that one said, ‘don't step on my heart 💔.’ cute, right?”

you threaten to throw him out. he doesn’t stop.

but you start saving them anyway.

you tell yourself it’s just because they’re funny, who wouldn’t keep a note that says “drink water or you’ll shrivel up like a sad raisin 💧” next to a crude drawing of a raisin with your face?

but some start to get weirdly sweet, "hope today’s nice for you, even if i'm not there to annoy you.” or, “if you’re sad, open the freezer.” (inside your freezer was a note that said, "there, now your sadness is frozen. science.”)

then one night, you find the motherlode.

you drop your phone behind your tv stand and when you drag it out, there’s a single sticky note stuck to the back of the screen.

different handwriting. rushed, messier than his usual smug scrawl.

it says: “if you ever get bored, piece them together.”

you spend the whole next day on your floor, surrounded by neon scraps of satoru's idiocy. it's like building a conspiracy board. arrows, tape, strings of doodles.

you start seeing it- numbers hidden in the corner of some notes, a doodle that matches another, words that line up when you overlap them.

hours later, your living room looks like a detective’s office and you’re staring at a single final message, pieced together from a dozen random half-jokes.

“hey dummy. i love you. don't throw this one out, okay?"

you sit there for a minute, cheeks burning, surrounded by all his stupid doodles, and for once, you can’t even find it in yourself to be mad about the mess.

you hear your door unlock (he made himself a spare key). he pokes his head in, grinning.

“so?” he calls out. “did you figure out my puzzle, sherlock?”

you launch a sticky note at his face. he catches it in his mouth.

“you’re an idiot,” you say, heart hammering in your chest.

he crosses the room in two strides, scoops you up like you weigh nothing, and spins you around until you squeal.

“yeah,” he says, burying his face in your neck, “but i'm your idiot, huh?”

on your wall, the final note stays up for good.


even satoru doesn’t dare peel that one down.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Many Cases of Lost Side Dishes & General Doom instead of Vroom

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

July 2025 Week 1

Absolute king behavior.

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Stubborn (Sun iQIYI) ep 11 of 12 - Sorn is the worst sick whiny baby. I kind of love it. I also love the easy way Sorn just muscles his boy around. 

Reset (Mon iQIYI) ep 5 of 10 - Dim sum is one of the ways to get my heart too. Honestly? This show is riveting. The pacing is so good, I don’t mind that I’m feeling a little jerked around by the story. I’m enjoying it so much. Also... major sinking feeling because they’re together and we’re only halfway through. That is never a good sign. DOOM incoming!

Memoir of Rati (Fri Netflix or YT) ep 3 of 12 - I like the political machinations of this and it’s more evenly balanced with plot/romance than other shows of a similar ilk. I don't know why Rati decided to stay (except that we need it for the plot). But now this has definitely become a VERY “gay King and I”.

My Sweetheart Jom (Fri YT) ep 8 of 12 - I 'm experiencing the rather odd sensation of liking a Thai BL more and more as it goes on. It’s not always the case with me. In fact, it’s rarely the case. I'm still not sold on the chemistry of the leads. And I think that’s probably intentional because of the age gap. But I'm enjoying the show regardless.

Knock Out (Fri WeTV ) ep 8 of 12 - I'm sure it’s all very exciting but I miss the smooching already. And then it got sad. They did a very smart thing casting Guide in the role of the betrayer character. He’s a great actor, so incredibly sympathetic with such a sweet face. It was an excellent begging scene. Very well done.

Pit Babe 2 (Fri iQIYI) ep 10 of 13 - Of all the many relationships in this show I think Alan & Babe’s may be my favorite. Also, nice kiss from our tertiary couple (or whatever they are). That said, ep 10 and not enough KimKenta + they fucked with AlanJeff? I said I would accept this as a 2nd season only if they left Jeff and Alan alone!

I am seriously displeased. 

I still think the BTS stingers are the best thing about each episode. They always make me laugh. Funniest thing in BL right now.

I Promise I Will Come Back (Mon WeTV) ep 7 of 10 - Awww this was sad. So much heartbreak. 

The Next Prince (Sat iQIYI) ep 10 of 14 - monarchy + corruption + power abuse + a BL is a dangerous line I didn't expect this IP to tread. In other news, can't fault ZN for erotic chemistry but they remain the least interesting of the couples, and we didn't see the others hardly at all this ep. Production is messing this show up and I'm mad about it.

The Bangkok Boy (Sat Gaga) ep 11 of 12 - heh. Thai vs Korean style kissing. Funny. And... now we go very dark indeed. I still don’t think this is gonna end well, I never thought it was going to, and now I frankly don’t care that much. At this point? I’m numb to the violence which has made me numb to the romance too. (Not that romance ever made up much of the plot.)

Boys in Love (Sun iQIYI ) ep 11 of 12 - I’m glad we got quite a bit of the teachers this time around but mostly I’m finding this dull.

SunTiny (Tues iQIYI) ep 4 of 10 - How many episodes of this do I have to suffer through? 10? I’m not sure I can do it. I’m OK with the sides and of course I love seeing Earth at his bitch queen best. But the rest of this? Really hard going.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Ball Boy Tactics (Korea Thurs iQIYI) ep 5 of 8 - I like BOTH the main characters so much, but crikie does Joengwu speak to me. He is this slightly aggressive very active classic seme, while still managing to be a green flag. It’s a delicate balance that Korea very rarely handles with this much dexterity. I gotta say, in this instance, it’s coming down to the actor. He is excellent.

(runs to look him up)

Oh! Choi Jae Hyeok is from the stage! That makes a lot of sense actually. 

SOAP BOX TIME! 

Look, there is a basic difference between stage and screen actors, and it usually comes down to what they give back to their partners and thai priority. Stagecraft is about acting WITH other people first and then the audience. Film is about acting WITH the camera first and then the other actors. Some are better than others at making love to a camera (Nanon, for example, is particularly good at camera chemistry). But Choi Jae Hyeok is good at acting WITH other actors, and for me that reads as particularly charismatic. I hope that makes sense and you can spot the difference?

(Honestly, this has to be one of the reasons the kisses are so good for a KBL.)

Revenged Love (China Mon Gaga) ep 7-8 of 24 - More mstrb in my BL? Both sides? The trend continues. Chi Cheng’s attitude is “love my snake = love me.” I guess I'm going down with this ship because I can't stop watching this. In fact, I just did a rewatch of all 8, for... nefarious reasons, and this show is SO GOOD. Am I scared? Very. (I'm also going nefarious AS I WATCH now.) But you only live once. (Unless you're the lead in a het Cdrama.)

Sweetheart Service (Korea Fri YT) ep 9 of 12 - A sad episode. We don’t know what happened. I’m very worried about everybody.

10 Things I Want to do Before I Turn 40 AKA 40 Made ni Shitai 10 no Koto (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - As suspected, this is pretty much Old Fashion Cupcake 2.0. I’m delighted. OFC had many of my favorite tropes, happy to see them play out with slightly different characters in a slightly different setting. I would like more kissing this time around though, please.

I know not to have any expectations of Japan, but I still dream.

Stay By My Side After the Rain AKA Ameagari no Bokura ni Tsuite (Japan Weds Gaga) eps 1-2 of 12 - Japan is back doing their favorite, a reunion romance. This one is between a jaded gay office worker who gave up on love and his sunshine crush from high school. I can tell already that I love these boys. We have tiny pining idiots incoming. It’s gonna hurt so great. Episode one and I already started making whimpering suffering noises.

Depth of Field AKA Hishakai Shindo (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 4 of 6 - I know this pairing is a photographer and a singer, but it sure is fun watching these two dance around each other. Also yay more kisses! And a confession. 

The Promise of The Soul (Taiwan Fri Gaga) eps 3 of 12 - I'm sure these actors are very good and the plot is fun if you like this kind of story, but... if this were anything but BL + Taiwan I would not be watching this. It’s not working for me.

It's airing but......

I Became the Lead in a BL Drama 2 AKA Zoku BL Drama no Shuen ni Narimashita (Japan Gaga) 6 eps - While I am intrigued by the manager side couple, I can't be arsed to add this to the weekly rotation. I may binge once it's done.

The Ex-Morning (Thailand YT) 10 eps - dropped half way through ep 3. I was just angry at it, at GMMTV, at the script, at the characters. That's not healthy for any of us. If rumors are to be believed, I'm feeling great about this life choice.

Season of Love in Shimane AKA Ai no Kisetsu: The Season of Love (Thai) 8 eps - Sequel to Kiseki Chapter 2 which I intensely disliked. I won't watch this.

Mission to the Moon (YT) ?? eps- Watching but I can't keep track. Too short, too many, too YT. I will report at end.

In case you missed it:

What's going on with (and may happen to) Revenged Love.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Coming in July

7/12 Desire the series (China Sat Gaga) 16 eps - Trailer China continues its historic run on the international BL market with the first true ABO m-preg piece. I don't love anything about this except that it looks mighty manipulative and fucked up, and very very pretty. Is this CBL's KinnPorsche? I guess we will find out. (Or not. The way things are with Revenged can they even air this?)

7/13 Doctor's Mine (Thai Sun YouTube) 10 eps - Trailer A second try at adapting Gown & Gear, and a second round of casting put LLS in the lead (you all know I'm a fan) but this is a pretty banal uni BL featuring doctors and engineers from the 2 Moons phase of Thai BL. It's gonna have to be spectacular to distinguish itself, but you know I am always up for another one. Like my favorite candy, can't stay away.

7/14 The Proper Way to Write Love AKA Renai Rubi no Tadashii Furikata (Japan Mon ????) 8 eps - Bully reunion romance about two men who are clumsy but sincere in their love life.

7/14 Dating Game (Thai Mon ????) 12 eps - Hill, a former bullied boy with a geeky personality, finds love and confidence from "Yuka" the female lead in a romance game. He grows into a handsome programmer and achieves his dream of getting a job at the company that developed "Yuka." There he meets Junji, the perfect, cold-hearted CEO from Japan.

7/22 Secret Lovers (previously Secret Relationship) (Taiwan Tues Gaga) 10 eps - Rivals to lovers with unhinged behavior that in the source material ranges from rock-paper-scissors contests to competitive handjobs (yeah, you read that right). Although the trailer makes it look a lot softer then this and it's pressing all my favorite buttons so this could be a big hit with me.

2025 Line Up

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S FUN MOMENT

A Sketchy Job, currently airing short BL on YT is basically Sweetheart Service by China. And I am enjoying it. CBL tho, so who knows where it goes?

Fashion Crime Dept

Under no circumstances am I ever going to forgive this jacket. It's like barrel legged jeans just as a leopard jacket and I actually squeaked in horror.

(last week)

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[ronearoundblindly]

Just thinking about how we as Alpine could dote on sweet Steve...

(part of Companion Animal, a steve x shapeshifter!reader series)

He's just so easy to read, like an emotional open book, and when Steve's worried about anything at all, you just have to sit with him and stare. He always cracks. He'll tell you everything, and as you continue to gaze with that caring he always recognizes in your eyes, he keeps going, every bit of honesty just flowing out of him.

Sometimes, however, Steve begs for you to change back. He wants to listen to you talk about your day. He wants to hear what you think, what you would do in his place, what you've been up to. Steve likes companionship in all its forms--you in all your forms--but loves the equanimity of human-to-human interaction.

There are so many reasons you shift to a cat, but the biggest is that life is simpler this way. It was the motivation for your first change: you wanted things to be simple. If you feel small, you can be small. If you don't feel like talking, you don't have to.

Steve envies your powers honestly. He knows what it was like to be small and overlooked. Steve actually misses that from time to time. He never thought he would.

Tonight, though he has no idea why you've felt the need to be small and quiet, Steve holds you in his lap, balancing your fluffy body in a soft curl at his hip. He talks, and once he's covered all the important bits of his day, he keeps talking about nothing at all. He mentions a new houseplant or two that he wants, but he's not sure whether to find some clippings to propagate or to go buy them.

Steve never noticed how much he talks about food until he started filling the empty air with you. He would apologize for that, but he has a lot of opinions about chicken (all the proteins, really) and serving sizes (you stop him with a chirp when he mentions 'pricing' though). There are also certain meals that go very well with certain types of weather, which he thinks should be obvious but still lays out a case for having soup and stew always at the ready for rainy days and--

"Are you asleep, babygirl?" he asks in astonishment. "Why didn't you stop me? You could have asked to go to bed if you were tired."

Steve tries very hard not to turn his frown upside down as you yawn, a big gesture for such a little thing. You're so cute. You know he can't resist the fierceness of your fangs coupled with your half-closed eyes.

You roll onto your back in his lap, a dopey, quirky look on your squished face, staring at him again.

"What?" Steve pokes gently at your belly. "You'd rather watch TV? Do--what's that stupid phrase--Netflix and chill?"

You pop upright, tail swatting between his knees, and slow-blink at him.

"You're very predictable, darling," he chides, grabbing the remote but kissing your head as he leans over. "Why'd you let me go on an' on?" Steve whispers an apology while you shove your skull into his cheek. "I don't mean to bore you. You could have--" he feels you shake your head "--no? Not boring you?" He leans back. "How is listening to me jabber not boring?"

You stand to put one paw on his chest, the other tucked to your own, holding his brilliant blue gaze.

You've told him you love his voice. You've told him you love to know what he's thinking, that everything he says is important to you, but...Steve hasn't considered how you being in Alpine-form forces him to use his voice.

Because you want to know what he's thinking.

Because you want to hear all of the things that take up important space in his thoughts.

Because you know that he won't if there's anyone else there, any other person, any other human.

Steve Rogers always puts other humans above himself. If anyone else is in the room, Steve's not the priority, so...

The second his face drops in understanding, you look smug as hell and cheekily bat your fuzzy paw at his lips.

"Ha ha, very funny," he drawls. "You think you're so smart, don't you!"

Steve scoops you up in his arms and peppers you with kisses, tightening his grip a smidge.

"What if I don't turn on your show, huh? What are you gonna do about it?" There's a familiar pressure against him, and your body becomes much heavier. He lets the shift happen as usual then looks down.

You, human-you, snuggle into his lap, the rest stretched across the couch, turned away from the television to focus only on him.

"Nothing."

Steve plays with your hair quietly because of course he stops filling the air already.

"Tell me about all these soups we're going to make."

You poke his side as Steve laughs. You know his tricks. He's so easy to read, but no matter what, he's your favorite open book.

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[andcars]

FISHING CATS ━━ CS55

﹙ 55 ﹚ ─────── loved you before seeing you

you're a regular catfisher on bumble before you met your match, carlos sainz. it goes bad when you start to get attached to him

relationship(s) carlos sainz/you tags dating apps, light angst, anti-ferrari propaganda, pro-williams propaganda wc 2k texting & prose

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radio "comments and reblogs are much appreciated!" i asked my friend to give me a prompt and they gave me "catfishing each other as discord e-kittens". he doesn't even know where that idea came from but that was so fucking funny. unfortunately, i did not make it discord because i cannot for the life of me imagine carlos on discord. while i was trynna find some formatting inspo for this, i found a very similar fic like this!! it inspired me at the very end so go read it :) we love a tsunoda fic

▶︎ ❝ idea 10 ❞ gibran alcocer

Bumble 15m ago 🐝 You have 1 new match 🙌

ON YOUR SCREEN WAS NONE OTHER THAN CARLOS SAINZ. You snicker. You scroll through his profile quickly: "Taking things slow", 5'10", 🏃‍♂️ Active, 🔍 Relationship, 🚗 Cars, etc. Most of the pictures used were photos you've seen for sure posted around social media. There's nothing more obviously a catfish than this account. Nothing about it was smart, unlike yours. Yours was perfectly crafted for a believable yet still jaw-droppingly gorgeous woman. It's carefully crafted with one face of your most beautiful friend—who is never on social media to ever know—and random photos of her from the back. Your catfish was perfect, his wasn't. Still, it's pretty funny.

[ You ] Heyy. Aren't you that F1 racer?

[ CS ] Hey. Yeah, I am.

[ You ] That's so cool :) What brings you over here then?

[ CS ] I lost a bet with my old teammate and now I'm here

[ You ] XD That's funny

[ CS ] How about you? You look very beautiful

[ You ] Awww. You're so sweet, Carlos

[ CS ] I'm telling the truth. You're also the first to message me back

[ You ] What!? You're so handsome, anyone would message you

[ CS ] They think I'm not real

[ You ] Aw, that sucks. Well, I like to shoot my shot so, LOL

[ CS ] Where do you live? Your country

[ You ] I'm currently staying in the UK with my friends Don't you have a race here next month?

[ CS ] Yeah. Are you a fan?

[ You ] Not really. I know you by face though. I have friends who are a fan of you

[ CS ] Shame. I would have boasted to have such a pretty fan.

[ You ] I can be something better than a fan though

[ CS ] What?

[ You ] ... A friend

— You snort, displacing your phone to check if your noodles finished heating up

[ CS ] That's sweet I don't often do dating apps It's because I'm always away so often. It makes it hard to date But Lando told me this could just be a fresh change I see that you're busy. Hope we talk again tomorrow.

THE LAST GUY YOU MESSAGED QUICKLY BLOCKED YOU AFTER YOU SHOWED HIM A PICTURE OF YOUR SPHYNX CAT. Maybe it doesn't take a genius to know that the cat and the Rick Astley playing in the background meant that they got catfished. It took a lot of men longer time to understand the situation. Your 'victims' were never really nice people. You're too kind for that. The ones who are often in your DMs are 'looking for something casual' or something similar. 'Carlos' was the only different one. You're not sure why he's taking his time before he asks for money or boast about his achievements in life. Sooner or later, he's going to ask to call and you're going to show him something stupid. It's hypocritical to hate a catfisher when you yourself are one, but you're kind of like Batman. You are the night.

[ You ] Morning, Carlos!

[ CS ] It's a bit too late for morning, right? Attatched image

[ You ] Wow, I thought you weren't one to take gym selfies?

[ CS ] I thought you weren't a fan?

[ You ] I have ears whenever my friends talk about you

[ CS ] I'm starting to think your friends aren't real

[ You ] They are! I'm not into watching cars loop in weird shapes

[ CS ] Most non-fans would call the tracks circles

[ You ] Guess I'm not like most fans, huh?

[ CS ] You aren't

[ You ] I'm also at the gym right now Attatched image

[ CS ] Nice bottle

[ You ] Thanks :) I love cats

[ CS ] I've seen more dogs than cats in my life

[ You ] I'll send you pics of my cat soon enough ;)

[ CS ] What kind?

[ You ] However you want

[ CS ] ?

[ You ] What?

[ CS ] Are you saying you'll buy a specific cat for me?

— Alright, well. Maybe he missed that sexual innuendo

[ You ] Haha. Sorry. I think we got lost in translation there I have a pretty sphynx. Interested?

[ CS ] Those are the bald ones, right?

[ You ] Yup

[ CS ] They're very unique cats. They're also very funny looking which I like

— You make a note to not show Luna when you reveal yourself to him

[ You ] I like their baldness too

[ CS ] I have to go again. My trainer is telling me to get off my phone

[ You ] Haha. See you, Carlos

YOU SEE AN AD OF CARLOS SAINZ WALKING HOME. You have a subway in your hands and your hoodie pulled up. He looks good. The L'Oreal brand definitely looks good on him. You almost feel bad to the Carlos you've been talking to. He seems to be adamant in having a decent conversation with you. Across the day, he asks idly what you're doing. Sometimes the conversations fall short but at night he texts you endlessly. The timezone makes it odd, he told you. Other than the fact he's not Carlos Sainz and you're definitely not a blonde supermodel, it's nice conversations. It almost feels cruel to continue to talk to him

[ You ] What did you like about me?

[ CS ] Very forward question.

[ You ] I'm just curious. What made you like me? Maybe I just wanna know how pretty I am to other people

[ CS ] Fishing for compliments then? That's not why you caught my eye, though

[ You ] You're just saying that

[ CS ] You said that your favourite song was Idea 10 by Gibran Alcocer I had to google him and find out he makes piano music like Charles Then you say you like to take life as slow as possible to feel it more Your perfect first date is a classic dinner with the bill split I just liked you

IT'S BEEN A DAY SINCE YOU LAST TALKED TO HIM. You haven't messaged him back since his... confession. Between liking you because you were hot or liking you because you're you, you aren't sure which one hurts most. Maybe this was the guy's play: get women to fall in love with him, ask for pussy pics a month in. It would most likely get women to be more willing, you think. Still, it doesn't make the feeling wash away easier. Sunday comes around and you watch from your TV as Carlos Sainz doesn't even get out of the pit-lane. You're surprised that Bumble Carlos messaged you shortly after.

[ CS ] I don't know if I scared you off or what, but I had a really bad race Did your friend tell you?

[ You ] I watched the race

[ CS ] It wasn't my fault. It was the car. Both me and Alex didn't have a chance to race

[ You ] I know

[ CS ] Sometimes I think what would it be like if I was still in Ferrari Would I place P4 today or lower? I tell everyone that I'm happy I dropped them. It's true That doesn't make the fact that Williams have problems I can't solve

— Maybe because you hear Carlos' voice when you read his texts, you feel bad

[ You ] Do you regret it? Joining Williams?

[ CS ] No. The people here are nicer and they listen to me. They listen to us

[ You ] Then shouldn't that be worth fighting for? The SF-25 has its ups and downs too. The radio sounded bad on Lewis' end If you were still in Ferrari you won't appreciate the joy of just getting points Williams celebrate you for just finishing the race I think it's because they're just happy to know you're racing for them

[ CS ] Not a fan, huh?

[ You ] Oh, stop it. I was trying to comfort you

[ CS ] There's things I know already but sometimes I forget I needed that reminder

[ You ] You're welcome. Whatever happens on the weekend, Williams has your back

[ CS ] Do I have your support too? Even if you're not a fan?

[ You ] I'll think about it

IN THE MORNING, YOU GET HIS PHONE NUMBER. He apparently landed in London three hours before you woke up. This is usually the time they call you and then ask to see your face to jerk off. Carlos tells you that he feels perverted texting on a dating app. It's ironic. The first day of the week, he constantly texted you. It's about normal things; barely about the actual weekend. The London weather, the food he's eating, how both of you want to get out of your jobs just to go out and see the sun—if you could even see it in this weather. You even try to pry his private instagram off him but he says there's too many embarassing pictures. He says when you meet in person, he'll show you; meaning, you won't be able to take screenshots. He said when. Not if, when.

[ CS ] Do you wanna come to Silverstone?

[ You ] Why? Sending me a ticket?

[ CS ] If you want. I'm allowed to send garage passes to friends

[ You ] I heard that the view from the garage isn't that great Can barely watch the race in there

[ CS ] It's not that bad. I'll be there

[ You ] I'd rather not see you in the actual garage during races I wanna see you in the car

[ CS ] Haha. Think about it

[ You ] I joined a giveaway anyways a few months ago. I don't think I won it

[ CS ] Really?

[ You ] They haven't given me an e-mail. It's fine, I can watch at home Image attatched

[ CS ] Cute. Where did you buy that?

[ You ] On Etsy. There's a lot of merch for Carlos Sainz lol

[ CS ] Do you have those bracelets too?

[ You ] Yeah. I made some. I put SainzSlut on one of them

[ CS ] You have to show that to me in the garage

[ You ] Lol. Yeah, sure I will

[ CS ] What episode are you on on 911?

ON TUESDAY, YOU GOT A TICKET AND FULL ACCOMMODATION FOR YOUR STAY NEAR THE TRACK. You don't tell it to 'Carlos', he doesn't talk about it either. That doesn't surprise you. You won the giveaway last minute and 'Carlos' doesn't know that. You take a quiet sick leave when you coughed all over the place and they forced you to go home. You rushed over to the assigned hotel and wait for the weekend to come. For the first few hours arriving on the track, you were so surprised that you forgot to text your 'Carlos' about it. When you see the Williams hospitality, you remember him.

[ You ] Hey, Carlos?

[ CS ] Yeah?

[ You ] Are you gonna meet me or what? Attatched image

You put your phone away and breathe the fresh air of the real Carlos Sainz. Bumble Carlos was nice, you feel bad for him every second the longer you don't reveal your face. Before you can take a step inside, your phone rings. It's Carlos. If he wants to jerk off before you block him, well, I guess he picked the right opportunity. You looked pretty good today.

Opening the call with your front camera, you laugh, "You finally dropping the act?"

"Hm? I'm behind you."

Carlos Sainz stands behind you with a bright smile on his face. You're glued to the pavement as he walks over, embracing you. He's warm. He's so fucking real. Your mind runs in different moments of your chatting and you realize that you have just been talking to Carlos Sainz. No one believed him because everyone thought he was faking it—you did too except, you gave him a chance because it was funny.

Something else didn't make sense. You pull away, looking up at him in confusion. "Why am I the only one confused?" you point, "I'm... I'm surprised I've been talking to—well, you. But you're..?"

He laughs like there's something funny about this. Pulling out his phone, he takes half a moment to search something on it. When he shows it to you, it's the picture of Luna on your stomach. He says, quite plainly, "Your mirror was right there on the floor."

Shit. The crisis is lost on Carlos as he leads you inside the hospitality with a hand on your back. "I'm really hurt you think I was faking it," he says, sounding not hurt at all. "I even saved you a very nice spot in my driver's room. There's a TV there you can watch the race very comfortably. If you still don't want to watch the race in the garage, of course."

Well, you're here anyways. You're here with Carlos on your shoulder and treating you normally. There's no going back to this madness now. "I need to make sure I'm there when I watch you get the podium," you tell him. "Plus, I wanna see you put on the SainzSlut bracelet in front of James Vowles." Carlos laughs and does just that when Sunday comes around. You think you're just quite like Williams, just happy to be here with Carlos next to you.

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[charredmallows]

A ramble about Sebastian and Painter

(I’ve been posting a lot of pressure lately. Expect a lot more)

Huge spoilers ahead!!

I love love love what they did with Sebastian and Painter for this update. We didn’t really know about their relationship before this because they were never seen together but all their conversations gave us a lot more about their characters.

Sebastian is so soft and gentle with Painter, something we are so not used to, and Painter cares so much about him in return. They ask each other if they’re doing alright and they keep in touch often.

They’re def very codependent though, like unhealthily so. It’s probably cause they each were probably the first sentient being both of them have gotten to talk to or even see in years, and they attached really fast (remember, it’s been 2 days since the breach started). Sebastian literally drops all of his plans to hunt us down when we kill Painter, he says that we took all that he had left, and we can hear him crying a bit after we kill Painter and he finds the corpse. And Painter constantly tries to talk to Sebastian when there’s a chance he could damage their plans while trying to do so, but he’s desperate for the company. There are times they are willing to disrupt their mission for the other. They might be a bit trauma bonded too.

A lot of people thought Sebastian was just manipulating Painter before this update, because that’s what we would expect from his personality, but I like that him genuinely caring about Painter shows the humanity he still has left.

Neither him nor Painter are human, but Sebastian once was and Painter was made to behave like one. Even in their situation, they still manage to find their humanity with each other. There’s a conversation where they talk about a sea bunny Sebastian found and cared for a bit, and Painter is genuinely concerned about it. They did exactly what most humans would do if they found a passive creature that wouldn’t make any attempts to harm them in distress; they helped it, when they really didn’t even have to.

Some of my favorite conversations from them are when Painter asks about Sebastian’s life and he answers truthfully, and the ones where Sebastian reassures Painter that while they don’t like what they’re doing to expendables, they don’t have a choice and are doing what they need to do they can survive. And there’s this one where Painter starts freaking out over not remembering his creator and Sebastian calms him down and promises that fixing him is first priority when they escape.

Extra things: Painter yelling for Sebastian when you kill him destroyed me, and Sebastian asking if he was okay and sounding so panicked after the NAVI announcement… ;-;

Also I think it’s funny how every time Sebastian finishes talking to Painter in his shop, he snaps his head back toward us like he’s saying “how much of that did you hear”. Plus in the new Painter intro dialogue they just laugh at the expendable together. I love them.

TLDR, they’re a bit codependent, but Sebastian and Painter’s interactions are really sweet (and heart wrenching), and it’s what shows that they both still have kindness and humanity in them even after everything.

If I think of anything more I’ll reblog

[randomfoggytiger]

Gillian Anderson's Confession: Truth or Fiction?

That article-email was so intriguing-- Gillian admitting she and David Duchovny had a temporary fling early Season 1 and again, briefly, after her divorce-- that I did some spur-of-the-moment digging to fact check the legitimacy of the timeline (and other details sprinkled throughout.)

Did David and Gillian Entangle: Points in Favor

A.

The Italian article brings up Gillian's love of horses, of all things. Except, it's not a loose detail: in October 2000, GA owned a horse and rode it regularly for exercise (post here.) She was also pictured riding them as early as 1995; still riding them in 2001; and advocating for New York City's horses in 2016.

B.

Between May and August of 2000, Gillian disappears (adding plausibility to an "off the radar" private vacation where she might have given a midsummer Italian "catch-up"): I could not find a single paparazzi shot or interview in the interim. Very odd, given the nearly back-to-back press she put out in 2000.

C.

What's most tantalizing is a quote she provides three months after the article's alleged July 2000 timeline (as part of Time Magazine's "Playing with Fire" article, linked above):

She owns a horse, practices Pilates and has a spaniel puppy called Happy, who on the evening we meet causes her a certain amount of unhappiness by chewing the straw covering from one of her flip-flops. She also has a boyfriend whom she will not discuss, except to say that she has more or less cured herself of her addiction to what she has described as dangerous men. "It’s changed from being attracted to a dangerous man who might be an addict and completely self destructive to, lets say – though this is not what’s happening now – a very grounded, intelligent, sexy photo-journalist who goes off and almost gets killed. Somebody who could actually have a pretty healthy relationship but, ooh, he’s ….you know.”

(Note: That self-destructive, or perhaps reclusive at-arms-length, side of DD was one she commented on in the past: “David can be a really nice guy. He's got the ability to be absolutely compassionate and caring. At the same time, he's one of the moodiest people I've ever met. But you forgive him because he's so charming and can be so sweet and funny." He was also, as will be noted below, unavailable to her in a serious, committed way.)

Gillian previously referred to David Duchovny as "a dangerous man" a handful of other times--

Fan Site:

"In the past, I've gone towards dangerous men. I wouldn't consider Tom Cruise dangerous. I do think David Duchovny is dangerous."

GA: I think David's dangerous.

O: How?

GA: I just think he is. I think he would have been my type before, yes. Mmm hmm. When I found that type appealing.

--which adds veracity not only to a torch she might have carried for him but also to the timeline laid out in the Italian magazine:

Leo: “David Duchovny has mentioned his fascination about you being on the 'X-Files’, did anything ever happen between you two??”

Gillian: “At the beginning (of the series) we did date and we would see each other and I was attracted to David. Then time passed by, I was divorcing, and we were together while I was separating from my husband, but I did not want to repeat the same story with David that I had already done before. He only wanted an affair. And I could not deal with that in that moment of my life. He was a man who just wanted flings, so I 'bit the bullet’.”

(Note: Affair here is used in a more romantic sense-- "love affair", a brief seasonal fling-- instead of the more native-English "affair with a married partner." That interpretation is backed up by the rough translation from Italian to English, as well as the interviewer's usage and GA's described version of events-- i.e. signing papers then linking up with DD as the divorce was being finalized.)

In another article, she outright states that she believes David wouldn't choose her; and also contradicts the "dates" claim the Italian magazine makes--

Fan Site:

ML: If you hadn't been saddled together on the series that will not die, could there ever have been or could there still be sexual spark between you? GA: Oh, sure. I mean, sure. I could see it. There's no doubt he is an incredibly attractive man, mostly because of his sense of self and his charisma. He has a certain arrogance that's very appealing to women. I could see us at some point going on a date. But I don't know how long it would last. I don't see myself as his type. (Movieline, '97)

Important to note: it's not the first time Gillian's lost touch with the finer points of her memory (or fudged the details); but the "date or not a date" difference must have its day in court. Regardless, her draw to and consideration of DD as a potential partner remains intact, which is the key thrust of the Italian article.

D.

And here's a compelling piece of information: Martin Short got Gillian to admit she and David had dinner in the past-- but not a date, apparently-- while also getting her to admit she considers DD attractive. She also brings up pasta, so score one for Italian food.

Fan Site:

MARTIN: You were both single at one point, weren't you, working together.

GILLIAN: Yeah, I guess so...

MARTIN: He's a good looking lad, as we say, in Canada.

GILLIAN: He's a very good looking lad.

MARTIN: ... and you're quite the looker.

GILLIAN: I think that everybody has sexual tension with David.

MARTIN: My question wasn't about everybody, my question was about you.

GILLIAN: (Gillian giggles) Well, yeah, I think you just automatically do with him. He exudes ... sexuality.

MARTIN: Wow. (audience screams)

GILLIAN: It's true.

MARTIN: Did you ever have a date?

GILLIAN: Did we ever have a date? No, we had a few meals together. But I don't think they were ever dates.

MARTIN: So it never got to the point of that. Well it is weird when you're working together.

GILLIAN: It is.

MARTIN: You were on location in Vancouver, which is usually...

GILLIAN: Yeah, and I was in a relationship at the time. And you know, we had pasta together.

Her final answer completely skims over the spaces where their single statuses overlapped; but it's not a complete and utter denial of a sexual past between them, either.

(This S2 interview would also slot nicely into the above article and points.)

E.

Gillian often jumps quickly from relationship to relationship, following a boyfriend to California (where she got The X-Files job), marrying Clyde so fast not even her hairdresser was aware to be ready, jumping out of marriage with Clyde into publicly dating Rodney (and possibly DD, privately), etc. Not to mention her swift pregnancy with Piper, her consumptive eagerness and quick boredom and frustration with every project she commits to, and many other examples (she's stated, many times, that it's hard for her to sit still or slow down or see things through.)

Jumping into one with DD, and out of one just as fast, isn't that far of a stretch.

F.

David Duchovny and Tea Leoni move fast, too: they reconnected and married within three months in May 1997, five months after DD escorted GA to a red carpet event when she was freshly divorced (and where lipstick speculation swirls to this day.) Their timeline would also match the months he and Gillian were both free, as well as Gillian's alleged statements in the Italian article.

If GA called off whatever was between them, it would make sense why she and Tea seemed to get along; and why Tea wasn't seemingly threatened (and often quite candid about her then-husband and his coworker's relationship.) Whatever the case, they appeared to be comfortable together while the stars promoted FTF.

Did David and Gillian Entangle: Points Against

Highly recommend you read through @gillovnot2011's logical points against the article, which you can find in the reblogs' section.

It can't be denied that a bombshell this big would have to be missed by the entire fandom during one of the (albeit waning) heights of its popularity and speculation.

And while this information was from a credible source, allegedly-- and not from, say, the Daily Mail-- it still floats about in limbo.

Ahem: The Italian Article

This author, having been sent evidence relating to the elusive Italian Article (by a different correspondent than the disgruntled earlier claimant), proceeds with due analysis.

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[flyingwargle]

june fanfic recs!

some of these fics are rated e!

sakuatsu

Into Something More e. 9.8k. sakuatsu are fwb and sakusa catches feelings, so yachi suggests he reads erotica to make sense of his feelings. atsumu catches him reading it and suggest they act out a scene. VERY HOT. ALSO VERY SWEET. i love this stuff, holy cow.

mi casa, su casa t. 11.4k. sakusa needs a place to live and atsumu offers him the spare bedroom in his apartment. everything seems fine and dandy...until sakusa makes a list of house rules that makes atsumu question everything. i love fics that play into sakusa's fastidious habits and atsumu doing what he can to follow them.

The Perfect Love Life g. 14.4k. sakusa is a romcom junkie and fantasizes of living out romcom tropes, except his boyfriend is atsumu, and that's saying a lot. very funny and cute!

I wish to live in a world t. 24.8k. every time i read a hatsuna fic, i know it'll be rec-worthy. what i love about their writing is how atmospheric it is, how they capture emotion so well. you can feel komori's nostalgia in this, from watching sakusa's relationship with atsumu start and then blossom, and as a reader, you're also watching (reading) along and makes you think, wow. these boys really grew up. this and your best american boy are probably my favorites so far.

bathwater m. 93.4k. 10/10. this is a literary novel on steroids with all the imagery and poetic devices. basic premise: sakusa doesn't sleep because of nightmares and atsumu can't sleep because of insomnia. advanced premise: sakusa is scared of letting anyone in and it's manifested in his dreams. take your time with this, it's worth it.

bokuaka

soft blue g. 6k. bokuto finds a sketchbook under his bed and discovers it's akaashi's. overcome with curiosity, bokuto flips through it and finds a drawing of himself and is over the moon, except akaashi isn't. FLUFF OVERLOAD. also bokuto's texts to kuroo are hilarious. top-tier fluff.

ice cream cones and stained red lips t. 6.1k. in which bad boy akaashi is punished by tutoring bokuto. akaashi is more dedicated to bokuto's grades than bokuto himself, and i enjoyed the subtle characteristics in this slight au (since akaashi doesn't play volleyball, he's too busy being bad). very cute!

like satellites t. 14k. in which akaashi breaks up with bokuto and a few years later, becomes roommates with him. love the fic's structure and eventual getting back together. every fic where akaashi breaks up with bokuto for "not being enough" is so devastating. please give me the reverse or i'll write it myself.

kagehina

Backspace t. 3.5k. a series of text messages hinata didn't send to kageyama while in brazil. THE PINING. love the concept and little details that remind hinata of kageyama. he's whipped.

Restless Nights t. 7.3k. once hinata and kageyama start cuddling, there's no going back. love this trope and premise, love the eventual confession at the end, too!

tracing a dream t. 7.8k. nishinoya gets a lil' obsessed with interpreting dreams and hinata learns a thing or two from him. featuring one too many dreams about kageyama and what they mean.

the heart, eager to hear everything. t. 8.5k. in which hinata is thinking about the future and looks at kageyama and wow, hey, was he always this pretty...? amazing karasuno4 dynamics and prose!

swallowed by the sun t. 17.5k. hinata gets a girlfriend and suddenly, kageyama cannot function normally. ooh i love me feelings realization and confessions. excellent characterization too!

tsukkiyama

Dinosaur Color t. 4.2k. tsukkiyama. tsukishima gets his jersey for the sendai frogs and yamaguchi says it's dinosaur colored. i just love some domestic, slice of life gays every once in a while.

do your trick, turn on the stars t. 10.1k. i love the trope of one lover moving away because he thinks he has no chance when all this time, he did. tsukki is the one moving away and pining and yamaguchi waits for him <3 lovely prose!

let loose a love (all pent up and painfully out of place) t. 12.4k. yamaguchi gets a boyfriend and tsukishima gets sick. these events are (not) related. pining tsukki is a flavor of tsukki i never thought i needed until i tasted it.

This Quiet Pride t. 32.4k. 6/6. primarily a tsukishima character study with tsukkiyama as a treat. this is really the year tsukki grows on me more because wow, writers truly have a way of making his story beautiful and highlighting his growth - this is one such story. these two are disgustingly cute too, it should be criminal how quickly they've grown on me.

other

plead e. 9.1k. iwaoi. you ever open a nsfw fic and read the setup before getting to the smut? not this time. you're just thrown into it head first and i'm not complaining. stunningly beautiful prose as well!

Only Need The Light When It's Burning Low g. 9.5k. 2/2. matsuhana. in which hanamaki struggles to sleep at night because he has nightmares about matsukawa. vivid descriptions and so soft. love these boys.

a universe without you (would be thoroughly mundane) t. 11.5k. sunaosa. atsumu pov watching osamu fall in love with suna. always love outsider povs, especially when both boys are so scared of actually confessing and atsumu has to watch them dance around each other.

timmy play your trumpet (let the people go beserk) t. 12k. atsuhina. me, reading atsuhina?? honestly, i mostly read this for msby4 shenangians, but atsumu's gradual descent to loving hinata was very cute. i wouldn't be opposed to reading more 👀

it's like a summer shower t. 13k. kuroken. for their first anniversary, kenma attempts to recreate an extravagant kaiseki dinner that kuroo's granny used to make. FLUFFY. CUTE. BEAUTIFUL. kenma's love is boundless in this one.

Tendou's Bakery for Wayward Soulmates t. 45.1k. 7/7. ushiten. confession: i don't read soulmate aus. usually. except for this one. this one is very sweet and fluffy and tendou is such a loveable guy who helps couples find their soulmates and ends up finding his own in the end. one of my favorites <3

[thinkingotherwise]

Okay so hello I'm new here and the first fanfic I read was your "Summer time" And I absolutely got hooked!

Okay so I'm From the Philippines please to meet you

Can I request you a Bofurin and shishitoren x F reader (character are the same from your fanfic "summertime")Who's from the Philippines but moved to Japan when she was in middle school and is in a all girls school

Reader is known as the "top student" In here school always passing her test and exam and maintain a good grades She's also known for her Three Language knowledge (Filipino, French and Spanish she's half Japan so she already knows) The main reason for her knowledge about those languages is funny French because she thinks it's romantic while Spanish because she can curse out loud without anyone knowing what it means

So reader randomly would say sweet things in either French or Spanish like " Tu es beau mon amour (You look handsome my love) or Te amo ¿lo sabías? (I love you you know that?) Bonus she would sometimes speak Filipino as well

And the characters would get confused and reader likes it and if they ask she would shrug which lead them to finding out those meanings and once they found out they are Completely Smitten and Once again fall for her again

That's all hope it isn't too much

I'm so sorry that it took so long to write it. All because I had writer's block for Wind Breaker fics, and I tried to move to other series, and then I took a break before coming back to writing for the Bofurin boys.

WB characters x Trilingual! FIlipino! reader

Romantic - French - calling him sweet things in French, and he loves it and melts while hearing it, even if he sometimes doesn't want to show it in front of others. (Tu es si beau mon amour.) - asks you to teach him some endearments so he can call you that, and then calls you that in front of others, making them wide-eyed while he shows off (mon cœur / mon trésor)

Uryu Sakaki would melt, hugging you tightly while you spoke to him in French, he wouldn't let you go, keeping you close and nuzzling into your neck to hear better what you said

Jo Togame, he loved it when you read to him while playing with his hair or when he was playing online shogi, he found that listening to you speak different languages helped him relax and play better

Yukinari Arima, he surprises you by sending you memes and sweet photos in French, saying 'this us', he doesn't know what half of them mean, thinking the photo should be enough to understand - no it isn't

Teruomi Inugami loves compliments and your cute accent, and makes sure you know about anything he did that he thinks deserves praise, just to hear you acknowledging all his accomplishments

Kota Sako loves your accents as much as French sweets, making you repeat the names and even giving you a cute nickname based on one of the pastries

Hayato Suou would learn French secretly, not only to understand your sweet words, but also to search for weird slang to confuse you

Haruka Sakura would be a blushing mess the moment you spoke to him in French, thinking it sounded really nice, not to mention when you call him endearments in the language, he would argue and say he hates it - he would be so lying

Cussing out - Spanish - when he heard you cussing out in Spanish for the first time, he was confused and thought you were saying gibberish - next few times he heard you, he recognized that there were some words he had already heard you say (come mierda / hijo de puta) - you tell him all about how you prefer to curse in Spanish because it has more impact than Japanese curses - he tries to use some words he heard and completely mispronounces them, making you laugh, and then teach him as he repeats them

Mitsuki Kiryu would cuss out people he played with in Spanish, proudly showing how quickly he learnt the words

Choji Tomiyama, he was mispronouncing the curses he heard you yelling during fights, and when you heard him, you laughed joyfully, before deciding to correct him, telling him how to say it properly, he then continued to yell out, this time even more confidently

Toma Hiiragi was shocked to hear you cuss out in some weird words, only later recognizing it as Spanish, hearing them fall out of your mouth so many times, he caught some of them and unconsciously started using them

Seiryu Sakaki, he likes to irritate you, repeating after you and butchering Spanish words, only to surprise you and call you his cute idiot in Spanish

Minoru Kanuma sends you pictures with Spanish text over clothes and then surprises you with two shirts with funny texts/curses he heard from you, making you wear one, while he has the other one

Tasuku Tsubakino would use your knowledge to tell them all about music and songs they want to pick for their dancing, and when they started singing one of the songs, you had to make sure they knew the kinda vulgar words they sang

Kyotaro Sugishita, after many times of listening to you he would actually learn the words, but only to know if something disturbed you, then he would come to you and ask what was wrong, ready to help you get rid of whatever caused you to cuss

Family - Filipino - he hears your call with your family and how you speak with your parents, and is very curious and listens to you carefully - first meeting with your family, and when you introduce him your parents are surprisingly taken by him, despite you both being nervous - they immediately take him in as their new son

Takeshi Enomoto would be scared to meet your family, because of his rugged looks, but is shocked by how kind they were and how your mother told him to call her mom the second he stepped into the living room

Yuto Kusumi, your parents are surprisingly adoring of his outfits, the comfy sweaters and cardigans, saying how much they like it and calling him endearments in Filipino

Taiga Tsugeura, your parents love him so much, he always asks if they need help, and they coo at him, saying how good of a son he would be for them and for you to keep him

Akihiko Nirei, they adopted him as their own the moment they saw him, he looked just so adorable, they would easily take his side whenever you have a disagreement

Ren Kaji, he was nervous and worried he would blow up at them, but they easily understood him and even made sure there was some music playing in the background whenever he came over

Hajime Umemiya, they taught him how to call them in Filipino, and he happily did so, he was so helpful and kind, they joked they would exchange you for him whenever you irritated them, they even started saying that Ume doesn't deserve you - of course, playfully

[dangermousie]

I am thinking why ADWAD stuff lately bugs me so much - it cannot be the actions per se because I enjoy stuff where mains do way more heinous stuff than anything done by any main here, and it's a bunch of things:

(1) Pacing. There is a reason I found Nan Heng's early murder attempts amusing and same for Yimeng's schemes to assassinate Nan Heng. It was early on. But the problem for me is while he changed and outgrew and we moved on to other things with him, we are more than halfway in and Yimeng is STILL exactly the same as she was in the beginning - she still largely thinks he's satan (it changed a bit but not sufficiently) and still schemes to murder/castrate/frame/suspect him. It's a loop and it's tiring. It's just static - I want the story to get going already! It's literally the same for eps, emotionally and characterwise.

I am not saying you cannot have an enjoyable narrative where a character is in the same mindset, even antagonistic one, for a long time - I enjoyed TTEOTM and Li Susu spent the first 2/3 plotting to murder her dude. But in TTEOTM, her attitude did change a lot, there were ebbs and flows and there was various other information coming in (her reasons for things were different in between) - but in Dream it's the same attitude, the same belief, the same everything from beginning to now. It feels static. Also, Li Susu was biased just as Yimeng (and for even better reasons), but she would revise her opinion, even if through the lens of bias, as new information kept coming in. Yimeng is just - in addition to everything else, she's honestly dumb. I can't say Li Susu was a genius a la Minglan or the Blossom heroine but compared to Yimeng?

(2) I don't care what heinous or weird things characters get to, as long as the narrative also views them as heinous or weird. My beef with e.g., Feud wasn't the stabbathon but that the narrative viewed these actions differently than I did. (Honestly, this is a big enough dealbreaker for me that I am one of three people in the universe who doesn't like Nirvana in Fire due to my different attitude to what's going on in it, and that is an objectively excellently made drama.) And so we get to Yiting and the aphrodisiac and what not. The narrative clearly wants me to view this as a nonissue, just as it wants me to find current Yimeng murder/whatever attempts cute but I don't find either OK at all (I found early murder attempts by both OTP members funny so no discrepancy there.) Basically, the drama does not treat it the way I treat it, and when I am already annoyed for other reasons, it's a straw camel blah blah.

I think this is especially tricky because in a fictional context, especially a drama as opposed to a novel, I cannot get over attempted sexual assault the way I could over attempted murder (or rape v murder etc.) I actually think makers do realize that this is a common attitude - which is why the pinnacle of Li Chengyin's heinousness in GMP once he falls from grace is not all the murder, but his rape of FL (and contrasted with how earlier he'd fought through not to touch her even when literally drugged with aphrodisiac and locked in.) Which is why dramas like Love In the Flames of War or The Princess's Gambit remove hero on heroine rape (in Flames novel, the warlord raped her, in TPG he was the one who drugged them and then decided why not bang anyway.) You can do it otherwise - like when the drama has the behavior be viewed as appropriately odd (in AJTL, FL skirts the line (early on! which also makes a difference!) but she's portrayed as a total odd machine assassin who does not really get humanity; the drama goes "yeah it's weird" and I can get with that.)

But here it's just eh Yiting is normal and sweet and totally a good choice as a partner and UMMMM. Also, pacing! We are more than halfway in and we get that!

When you get a trope that I find deeply personally unpleasant AND it's handled badly (Yiting keeps saying sorry WHILE NOT STOPPING yeah not good enough; and then the morning after she is an unapologetic bitch to a man she nearly assaulted which is when it really was the deal breaker for me. If she just apologized as a human being, unreservedly, I'd have been largely fine with that subplot) and just -

I have close to no deal breakers in terms of narratives, OTP set ups etc. But it has to be done well, it has to make sense to me, and it just does not here.

I do hope it's just a small slump and it climbs out pls.

[screamingintotheneverendingvoid]

How To Say Goodbye

John Carter x reader (Sunny)

Summary: You promised to be by John’s side through the good and the bad; and losing his grandfather is one of the worst days.

Warnings: Death of a loved one, use of Sunny instead of y/n, few uses of the term girlfriend, John’s parents are dicks, a little sad obviously, but also I managed to make it sappy and sweet because I’m me and I want John Carter to have someone to love

A/N: I watched season 8 episode 1 and got inspired, so here is this. I’ve only seen John’s parents once so that characterization might be totally off base, but I tried. I wrote this at 2:30am in my sleep deprived state, so mistakes probably happened. I also took Abby out of some scenes and put reader in, so I’m sorry Abby, my girl, it had to be done. Also the first half of this wasn’t originally apart of it but then I decided I was going to write it, so if it feels a little disjointed, that’s probably why. Anyway, enjoy!

—

You had been awake for only about fifteen minutes, but you hadn’t moved an inch yet.

Why? For the fear of waking the man who had one arm over your waist as his head was nestled snuggly on your chest.

He truly was a vision, the most beautiful angel that heaven could produce and you were lucky enough to call him yours.

And while part of you did selfishly want to stay like this for the rest of the day, you were mostly just relieved he was sleeping soundly.

Ever since finding out about his grandfather a few days prior, he hadn’t been doing too well. Sure, he held it together in front of everyone, he was John, he was good at that. What everyone else didn’t see was when you two got back home and he broke down in tears as the fact that he had lost his grandfather really, finally hit him.

You held him tight and ran your fingers through his hair, comforting him with your actions when words failed.

He still didn’t sleep well that night or the next.

He had finally slept well last night, after you say curled up together as he told you funny stories from his childhood that involved his grandfather.

The bittersweet joy of it seemed to lift just the tiniest bit of weight off his shoulders.

But today was the funeral.

So, you couldn’t let him sleep in like you so desperately longed to.

You brought one hand to rest over his arm that was slung around your waist and the other to his hair, gently starting to rake your fingers through it.

He started to shift around, a small hum coming from him. “Just five more minutes…”

Laughter bubbled up from your chest at how truly boyish he sounded, and even looked as he turned his head towards you.

His brown eyes full of the sleep he still hadn’t quite caught up on.

“You know we have to get ready and be there early.” You whispered, as if it were quiet enough, maybe you wouldn’t break the stillness of the morning around you.

“I know, I know. I just want to avoid the inevitable.” He moved to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, maybe he could hide right here forever.

“I know you do, baby, but I’ll be there every step of the way.” You placed a soft kiss on the top of his head and felt his sweet smile against your skin.

“What would I do without you?” He mumbled against your neck.

“Well, your life would definitely be a lot less exciting.” That said quip earned a chuckle from him.

You snaked your hand down to his shoulder and let your nails rake over the skin there, “You go get a shower and start getting ready, I’ll make coffee and some breakfast, if you’re hungry?”

He hummed again, the sensation against your skin causing you to giggle, “Yeah, I think I could eat a little something. Pancakes kind of sound nice…” he trailed off, finally lifted his face from your neck and looking at you, flashing you a sweet, gentle smile.

“Pancakes I can do, but you will have to let go of me.”

He made an exaggerated groan and rolled himself over to his pillow, “And here I was hoping I could keep you to myself today.”

“There’s always tomorrow.” You leaned over to peck his lips before you got up from the bed, strolling towards the door.

“Oh, I’m counting on it.”

—

The sweet reprise of the morning quickly gave way into a melancholy afternoon. On top of the grief and pain you were feeling for John, the sirens in your head haven’t had a second to rest because on top of this being a funeral, it was a funeral that also served as the first meeting of John’s parents. 8 years of knowing each other and most of those spent dating, and you hadn’t met them.

They tended to stay busy, and John was less than enthusiastic at the thought of having to take you half way across the world just to meet them, so you just left it be. You knew their relationship was far from perfect, so you can’t say you were super excited at the prospect of meeting them.

When you got to the church for the service, it didn’t take you long to identify them. They stood in front of John’s grandmother, and they had a certain air about them.

Though it was a bumpy road at first, John’s Gamma and Grandpa had accepted you, they had even come to love you. They saw how much you loved John and how much he loved you. The way you two took care of each other even on the bad days.

You felt the fears of being thought of as a gold digger, or someone just in for the name, boil up in your throat. Thoughts that hadn’t made you nervous since you had met John’s grandparents.

John had his arm around your waist and you had yours around him as the two of you walked up to everyone else.

“Hey mom, dad.” John gave them both curt nods before letting go of you to embrace his Gamma.

You immediately felt his mom’s icy blue eyes sizing you up, his dad seemed more content to focus on John and Gamma.

“John.” His father said, giving his son a small pat to his back when John moved away from Gamma, and he now stood between the two of you.

“Mom, dad, this is my girlfriend, Sunny. Sunny this is my mom and dad.”

“Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Carter.”

You said it with a reluctant smile, but with all your confidence. You had this. You helped deliver babies and comforted people in their final moments for a living, this should be a walk in the park.

“You too.” “Mhm.” The husband and wife gave quick, less than enthusiastic replies, turning their attention back to John and his grandmother.

“Sunny is wonderful. Our John is lucky to have found them.” Gamma praised you, and you took that moment to step over to her and give her a hug of your own.

“Thank you, but I’m the lucky one. John’s the best man I’ve ever met.” You spoke as you pulled back from the hug, and Gamma gave you a kiss on the cheek.

You then stepped back to John’s side realizing his parents both watched you now.

John took your hand, and brought it up to his lips for a quick kiss.

“I think we’re both very lucky to have each other.”

“I’m sure. We need to get into place to greet people, are you guys ready?” His mother more or less blew John off. It truly took everything you not to show your true emotions on your face, but you just kept a small, simple smile on your face.

“Yes, Eleanor, I suppose we are. This day isn’t going to get any easier.” Gamma took the arm John had offered her and started to move towards the designated area.

You tapped on John’s shoulder, “Maybe I should stay back while you do this.”

Before John could answer you, Gamma did as she had clearly heard your words, “Nonsense, you’re family too and I think John and I will both feel better with you up here.”

Your heart melted at her words and you just offered her a faint smile, catching John’s eyes as he was looking at you. His sweet smile being a nice reassurance.

—

The service had been beautiful, as had been the graveside service. It was filled to the brim with people (and flowers). John’s grandfather had clearly touched many peoples lives, and that was beautiful thing to see.

You stayed by John, and his grandmothers, side the entire time. Thankfully so much was happening you hadn’t had the time to have another awkward conversation with his parents.

As the group of you started walking away, Gamma with John’s dad, and John and you with his mother, Gamma stopped and grabbed your arm before the two groups went their separate ways,

“Sunny, dear, would you ride with us? Your company would be good for my heart right now.”

“Of course. Are you fine with that, John?” You turned back towards your boyfriend and without words exchanged you could tell being alone with his mom wasn’t quite what he wanted but he could never deny his grandmother, especially on this day.

“Yeah, we’ll see you guys there. We should be right behind each other.” John spoke and walked over to you, pressing a firm kiss against the top of your head before he moved over and did the same to his grandma.

“Be careful, please.”

“There’s nothing to worry about, John, we’ll be back at the house quick.” His father finally spoke up, seeing a bit exasperated, but you all just chose to ignore that.

You finally all went your separate ways, you walked arm in arm with Gamma to the car, then her son helped her in the car before you both got in.

To say the ride was a bit awkward would be an understatement, but mostly you and Gamma just softly talked among yourselves. John’s dad didn’t seem to care much to add anything, though he would every now and then.

You weren’t sure if you hoped he was like this with everyone or if it was just you.

The car ride went by quickly and the three of you filed out of the car, Gamma took your arm in her own, “I want to go rest for a bit before more people get here. Can you walk me to my room?”

“Mom, are you sure you don’t want to be out here to greet the guest.” He stopped at the open front door, the butler who opened it just waiting patiently for them to decide what to do.

“No, Jack. Not at this moment, that’s why you’re here. People will be thrilled to be greeted by you.” You and her walked into the open door, and she gave his arm a soft pat as she walked by him.

Her son watched until the two of you were out of sight.

You let her lead the way to her room, because in all honesty you weren’t sure where it was. This place was enormous and even though you had been here on multiple occasions you weren’t sure you could ever fully have its passages down.

Once at the door, she pushed it open, and let go of your arm, walking over to the bed and sitting on it, a relieved sigh escaping her.

“The silence is nice. It’s very nice to have all these people but so very tiring.”

“Yeah, if anyone deserves a moment of rest today, it’s you.” You stayed close to the door, taking in the decadent and stunning room, you shouldn’t be surprised with how the rest of the house but it still did.

“You go on, dear. Find John. I’m fine, I’ll make an appearance in a little bit.” Gamma didn’t even lift up her head to say anything, too comfortable on her spot in the bed.

“Yes, ma’am. Let me know if I can do anything else.”

She waved you off and so you left, closing the door as gently as you could.

—

You walked back towards the main room, leaving John’s grandmother alone to have a moment of peace. Your eyes caught John and his mother walk in, and you moved right towards them.

John had turned his back, and it looked like his mother was adjusting his tie, maybe? Or his collar. You weren’t really sure.

You walked up to them, letting your hand rest on John’s back trying not to alarm him with your presence. He immediately turned his head, smiling when he saw it was you.

“Hey sweetheart, how was the ride okay?”

He leaned down to kiss your forehead.

It’s the first time you’ve seen John since the cemetery, having rode back with his grandmother at her request. You think it was mostly so she wouldn’t have to be in the car alone with her son.

You were starting to understand why, this was your first time meeting John’s parents. A wild statement considering you’d known each other for 8 years and had been dating for a good chunk of that time, but John had explained to you the strained nature of their relationship and if you were honest, your kind of glad you had avoided the meeting for so long.

John was your priority. He’s your partner. He’d be through so much and you’d be damned if someone said anything to him to make him feel less than. Even his parents, so you figured not meeting them until now was for the best.

You hadn’t even said a word yet and you could feel his mother’s eyes burrowing into you. You just ignored it and looked up at him, but while opening your mouth, you were interrupted by John’s father coming up.

“Did the driver get lost?”

“John had something more pressing.” His mother said, and you tried to keep your face neutral, this was Grandpa Carter’s funeral after all.

John wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side, as if he could read your mind.

“It was trouble with a patient.” John responded, and you looked at the ground with a satisfied smile. Yeah, that sounded just like your boyfriend.

“Decent turnout.” John said to turn the conversation away, as he looked around the room.

“It’ll do.” His dad said curtly.

“Where’s Gamma?” John asked when he didn’t see the person he was looking for.

You were about to speak again, because you had been the one to help her to the room.

“Lying down, said she was tired.” His dad interjected.

You looked between him and John, she said that just so you would leave her be for a moment.

You didn’t say that out loud though.

“Where are you staying?” You looked at John as he asked his father.

“The Drake.” Another short answer.

“The Ritz-Carlton was booked.” His mother tried to joke to lighten the mood, at least you think that was her attempt to do so, but you don’t think anything would lighten the mood at the moment.

“Did you think about staying here?” John asked his parents. His father just took a sip of his drink and his mother immediately looked away for a distraction, “Oh, there’s Peter Harkens. I should say hello.”

She walked away and you had to try with everything in you not to loudly sigh. John stepped up to his father’s side and you stepped a few steps back, letting them have a moment. You gave John an encouraging squeeze to his arm, and he flashed a quick thankful smile.

You just stood back and let them have their moment. Of course you could still hear everything they said.

“Who’s Peter Harkens?”

“Oh he’s handling the probate.”

With another curt answer, John looked back at you before looking back at his dad.

“I think Sunny and I are going to check on Gamma.”

“I did, she’s fine.”

John took the smallest step back, “Yeah, still…”

“John, do you want to help your grandmother?” You think that was the most that had come out of his father mouth. John stopped and looking up at his dad. “Be a good host, introduce yourself to Senator Herrero’s daughter. Arthur?”

You and John both watched his father walk off in disbelief. You want to believe he didn’t mean that in the way it felt intended.

You know your introduction had been short before the graveside service, John only telling his parents your name and that you are his partner, before everyone got pulled away because it had started.

John watched his father a moment longer before turning back to you and pulling you into his arms.

The strength that he held you with gave away some of his anger, as if he could just hug you hard enough and make it all better.

“I’m sorry about that.”

You rested your chin on his chest so you could look at him. His brown eyes swirled with anger, but mostly apologies, as if this was somehow his fault.

“You have no reason to be sorry. I’m here for you and your grandmother, so I pay no mind to what they say… or don’t say.” Honestly them ignoring you again would be better at this point you think.

You felt John relax a little bit, those brown eyes now sparkling with fondness. You’d never get tired of the way he looked at you.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your nose, and then your forehead.

“I know you’re here for us. It makes all this-“ he gestures around, “- a lot easier to deal with. I never want to do any of this stuff without you ever again.”

His words made your heart sing. “You won’t. I’ll be by your side forever…. or until you get tired of me.” You teased, causing him to roll his eyes, but a smile never left his lips as he leaned down and pecked your lips, before going back and kissing you a moment longer. He wanted to linger there, but you were in a room full of people at a funeral, so not the time.

“How about we go get a drink?”

—

You and John walked around for a while, actively avoiding his parents, he showed you some of the pictures hanging around.

You had seen most of them before but it felt different with John by your side to tell you stories behind them.

He stopped and lingered on a picture of him and his brother for a while.

“I wish I could’ve met him.”

John’s smile felt like it held all the sadness in the world, “Me too. He would’ve loved you. He definitely would’ve relentlessly teased asking how I got such a hot girlfriend. Especially with how I was as a kid, let’s just say I’m glad we met when we did and not as kids.”

You bumped your shoulder against his playfully, “I was a little dork as a kid, so I think we probably would’ve been best friends as kids.”

You grabbed his hand and pulled him, “Come on, take me somewhere outside. I need some fresh air.”

“Okay, but let’s grab drinks first.”

So you did just that, grabbed two drinks and then weaved your way through the crowd. He walked you a little ways away from everyone to where a bench was sat beside the now broken bird bath.

You already knew what had happened to it and honestly you can’t believe someone hadn’t gotten rid of it yet.

Then again there was a lot happening so the bird bath was probably the least of anyone’s worries. You would volunteer to get a new one for his grandmother but maybe she was attached to that one now. You also couldn’t afford it with your salary, but that wasn't the point.

“You think your grandmother will replace it?” You sat by John’s side, taking a sip of your champagne as your eyes stayed on the bird bath.

He snorted in a bit of amusement, “That’s a great question. I mean.. grandpa liked it, and I guess the giant missing piece has a story to tell now. Not a fun one, but definitely a story.”

“Yeah I guess having to bring up what happened every time someone ask, isn’t the most fun story to tell.” You rested your head on his shoulder.

“How are you holding up, love?” You asked him quietly, as if you were still closer to the crowd. You heard him sigh, and he gently rested his head on top of yours.

“Okay, considering everything. I don’t know what I would if you hadn’t been here through all of this, and I mean that. Thank you.” You couldn’t see his face, but his voice contained the weight of his words, and the warmed their way into your heart. You reached down to grab his free hand in your own and intertwined them together.

“You’re welcome. Even though you don’t have to thank me. I love you, being there for you feels like breathing to me.”

Before he could say anything back, and doing what his parents seemed good at doing today, his mother walked over. You two had been so in your own bubble you hadn’t even noticed her walk up.

“John, have you seen Millicent?” John lifted his head off of yours and looked up at his mother.

“No, I haven’t.”

The silence stretched on for what seemed like forever but could have only been a few second. John finally stood up quickly, you followed suit.

“You remember Sunny, right, mom? You met for just a second before the service. Sunny, you remember my mother, Eleanor Carter.”

“Hello Mrs. Carter.”

“Hi.”

So her and her husband had curt responses in common, good to know.

“Things are winding down, she needs to make an appearance.” His mother didn’t give you a second thought, and looked right at her son as she spoke.

“I will go and look for her in a minute.”

“Please do.” Was all his mother said in response before giving what felt like a force smile as she walked off.

You sighed heavily when she was far enough away, and turned back to look at John. He looked just as exasperated as you did.

John plopped back down on the bench and you sat back down beside him patting his leg.

“I’m sorry about them. My parents… just don’t handle loss well.” He grabbed your hand that had patted his leg and started messing with your hand, playing with one of the rings you had on.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had to deal with this sort of thing.”

You watched him fondly as he spoke, he looked so innocent and almost child-like as he fiddled with the jewelry on your hand.

“I assume since Bobby?” You interjected softly and he nodded.

You ran a hand gently through his hair, trying not to mess it up while you comforted him. He looked up at you for a moment before turning his head around to look at the crowd, you followed his eyes to his mother.

“You go on and find Gamma. I’m going to sit out here in the sun a while longer, you can come find me when you’re done.”

You dragged your nails to his neck, seeing the goosebumps it raised, you ran your hand over them.

“Are you sure? You can come with me, she’s always happy to see you.” He turned his head back to you.

“I’m sure. I saw her earlier and I’ll see her again later. You go take a minute with her.”

He smiled at you, even though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He leaned over to give you a quick peck to the lips before standing up.

“I’ll be back in a bit, okay?”

“Okay.” You gave him a small nod as he walked off and you took another sip of your drink as you tried to take in the moment by yourself.

—

“So, how did you and John meet?”

The voice caused you to turn from your place on the bench, the last person you expected to see stand there was.

It was Eleanor Carter.

“At work.” You kept the answer simple because you know if not John, someone had to have told her before how you two met.

“I see. You’re a doctor too?”

You hoped your eye was twitching at her question, because it sure felt like it was. Again, you know she has to know the answer, this just feels like a test or an interrogation.

“No, I’m a nurse.”

“Oh, that’s nice. Are you the one with the clinic?”

“No, that was my friend Carol.”

“So you’re just doing nursing, no plans for anything else?”

You let out a small huff of air in disbelief. You truly felt for her for everything she’s been through, but it doesn’t give her the right to talk to you like that.

but, this was a funeral. So as much as you wanted to say something, anything, snippy you reframed.

You stood up, taking your now almost empty glass with you.

“Just nursing. No plans for anything else, I mean I have a doctor boyfriend, what else could I need?” It was sarcasm at its finest, and you didn’t wait for her answer as you started walking away.

“Speaking of which, I should go find him. It was nice talk to you.”

—

No matter where you looked you couldn’t find John, or his Gamma, anywhere. Finally you just gave up and went to his room in the house, letting yourself fall to the bed.

You buried your face in the comforter and let out a string of curse words.

So maybe you should’ve made a better effort with his mom, been a little nicer.

She was the one making it nearly impossible though.

You don’t know how long you laid there, at some point you kicked off your heels and let them clatter to the floor, but besides that you just laid there. Without realizing it, you drifted off to sleep. It wasn’t until someone was rubbing your leg that you stirred and realized you had done so.

Through your sleepy, blurry vision you lifted your head up.

“Hey, baby. You get tired of waiting?” The voice teased, moving their hand up to your thigh. Drawing small patterns in all the places the touched.

You smiled sleepily as John came into view.

“Mhm.” You mumbled.

“Do you want to go home?”

“Why don’t we stay here for the night? Your parents aren't staying, so we could stay and keep your Gamma company tomorrow.”

John’s face lit up, the corner of his eyes crinkling,

“I love you so much, do you know that?”

You adjusted yourself in the bed to be closer to him, and turned your back towards him.

“I do, but I’m not going to stop you from telling me as much as you like.” You glanced over your shoulder at him, the sweet look he was giving you turning you to putty.

“Will you unzip my dress, I know I feel asleep in it, but I do not want to sleep in for the night.”

“Your wish is my command.” He planted a sweet kiss on the back of your neck, causing a little shiver to go through your body. You heard the small, satisfied laugh he gave at the reaction. He slowly started pulling the zipper down, taking his time until he was done.

He started gently pulling it off of you, and you let him, moving your limbs when needed.

Once he was done, he laid another kiss on your shoulder. You then climbed your way to the top of the bed and pulled up the blanket, wiggling yourself underneath.

You watched as he stripped out of his clothing down to his boxers. You admired every part of his body, he was a work of art you would never get tired of seeing.

You lifted the blanket up beside you, inviting him to crawl in next to you, and so he did.

He promptly pulled you into his side as soon as he could. You happily snuggled yourself into him, letting your head rest on his chest so you could listen to the thump of his heart.

“I love you, John Carter.” You whispered as if telling him a secret. You didn’t look up at him, but you could heart the sweetness in his voice, “I love you too.”

[starlinggirll]

HIS DRUG — R. BOB

TW – manipulation kinda(?), bob is a boob guy in this, mentions of drug, bob being a pervert, bob being weird, bob being creepy. bob.

AUTHORS NOTE – i wrote this at 4 am i had to get it out. idk if i like it but i been wanting to write for marvel for sooo long! also this is in celebration of thunderbolts coming out in digital.

bob liked the avengers tower.

it was spacey, let him have time for himself. but it also kept him close enough with his new friends!

but he also liked–loved, LOVED whenever you popped in. it was always random, and it was always sneakily. he doesn't really know what's your background, why you know bucky. something about being friends with him and captain america is what walter said, but he also heard yelena say that you were there at the prime of the avengers, you were like the baby of the avengers.

you would either walk in hanging off bucky's arm, helping him take his metal arm off etc.or you would be with yelena, and obviously, were yelena is he is most of the times.

so its only obvious that he got time with you. you were like a girl straight out of his dreams when he was on meth. so bubbly, sweet, innocent. constantly wearing pink and white. and even when you weren't wearing pink or white, you looked so good.

and he specially loved how you constantly babied him, asked him if he was okay, sometimes going as far as hugging him to the point were his face was buried in your breasts. you saw him as the baby of the thunderbolts, and while you coddled and cared for him, he was imagining himself completely ruining you with his cock.

but you were the thunderbolts darling. he couldn't touch you even if he wanted to, you constantly had the attention of one of the members. but he reached his limit when walter got a bit too close to you.

but the thing is, you never looked at any of the members that way, never pushed yourself into any of them. it was bob's own sick mind making it seem like you were being preyed by everyone else.

and while he's proud to say he's clean, that he's doing much better and far from ever waking up the void, you make something inside of him twist in an ugly way. he couldn't lose you after all, you quelled the voices in a way. but you also drive him absolutely insane.

a good insane. a type of insane that's way better than making half of the population disappear.

yelena noticed once, that same time while you were talking to walker, she looked at bob and she saw him basically tweaking out.

his fists were clenched, his chest was heaving, basically he was trembling in rage. she smirked, finding the whole ordeal incredibly funny. she called out your name, standing up. "bob isnt feeling okay, and you know just how to make him feel better. can you help?" her words were laced with tease, but you couldn't catch onto it.

but bob did. he opened his mouth to protest but you were already sitting by his side and yelena was dragging walter away. "are you okay?" you frown, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. "uh yeah, yeah im fine now." he smiles, not being able to restrain himself from melting to your touch.

you did baby bob more than the others, or atleast payed more attention to him. part because you didnt want him to get...dark again. but also because he was a baby in your eyes, he melted into your arms like a baby.

because you didnt know how dark his mind was inside.

yeah you knew he was an addict, but did you know he constantly peeks at you when you change? that he jerks himself off at the thought of you? that he fucks his pillow while imagining that it's you he's pistoning into? you dont. and he intends not on keeping it that way.

"i take my eyes off of you for a few seconds and you're all needy?" you giggle, and he leans further into you. "i know." he smiles sheepishly, taking the liberty to bury his face into your breasts. he loves taking advantage of the care you give him, not that he would ever try to do something that makes you uncomfortable, but he loves testing the line of boundaries.

more specifically because he can get away with anything with you.

you smile, running your fingers through his hair. "can we go to bed?" he asks with the quietest voice he can muster. "please?" you nod immediately. anything to make him happy.

he ignores yelenas gaze as he drags you to his room, and in less that a couple of seconds he's taking your shirt off. laying ontop of you before resuming his position. his face between your breasts, nose and mouth pressed against the warm flesh of your right boob.

you're red, super red. but you like that he finds 'comfort' in you. even if his big hands on your bare waist does make you squirm slightly. "you're so comfortable." he hums, gazing up at you before giving your breast a slight squeeze. "specially these, i love these." he sounds like a pervert. any girl in your position would be grossed out. but you arent, partially because you're used to him being like this, but also because you love his attention.

"im going to take a nap." he declares, nuzzling his mouth against your breast, resisting the urge to just pop one into his mouth. "you should sleep too. because you're not leaving from here." you giggle before nodding softly. "o-okay?" you gulp, burying your face into his hair before closing your eyes.

he has you right where he wants you. he could easily take advantage of you, but he isn't ofcourse! he cares about you. and as pervy as he seems, he wants to take his time with you.

maybe soon he'll get to see you fall apart in his arms, just not right now. "goodnight." he whispers, running his hand up to your neck to softly grip it while also caressing it.

one thing is for sure tho, you're completely and utterly his.

[eizneckam]

10 Obscure Manga that are my favorites

1. The Girl I Like Forgot Her Glasses

This one is leading the list because it got an anime adaptation recently so people might actually know what it is. The premise is right there in the title but unlike a lot of other "premise" romance mangas it actually does move into real character development beyond silly 4koma gags. Very sweet and heartwarming 8.8/10

2. Tsuka no Ma no Ichika

A young woman meets up with her old college professor and they come to an understanding about mortality together. I won't say any more than than but it is a beautiful and very short story. 9/10

3. I Want to Cry with You on Thursday (Mokuyoubi wa Kimi to Nakitai)

Relatively short manga about a boy who is forced to live a false life and a girl who is his opposite. I wish it was a little longer but I really liked the characters and resolution. 8.4/10

4. Lonely Alien (Hitoribocchi no Chikyuu Shinryaku)

One of my top 10 favorite mangas, for sure. Read this if you're looking for a very innocent, sweet, genuine kind of adventure story. A boy meets a girl who's actually an alien in disguise and has come to take over the earth, and she needs his help. There's also a weird cat thing! Also the story uses The Little Prince for epitaphs so you have to like it, legally. 9.6/10

5. Our Happy Hours

A very short but sweet manga about a pianist who attempted suicide connecting with a prisoner on death row. Definitely a very mature subject and maybe not for everyone but the ending is so beautiful it hurts. 8.2/10

6. 100 Ghost Stories Before I Die

The darkest manga on this list for sure. Definitely not for everyone. A boy sits in his room, telling ghost stories one at a time. At first, the interest is in the stories themselves, which start off VERY strong, and continue to be so throughout the series run. These are some of the most terrifying short little stories I've ever read, and a few bittersweet sad ones too. However, it slowly becomes apparent that there's a story going on in the frame as well, and that something is haunting the boy. It's a ride. 8.6/10

7. Record of My Wife the Villainess

Yeah I know the title I typed isn't correct, but hear me out: I ain't typing all that lol. This was a rec from a friend outside of my normal tastes that I really liked! It's pretty standard setup, from what I can tell: girl gets reincarnated into her favorite otome game as the villainess, and ends up unintentionally getting the hero to fall for her. However, it's actually from the perspective of the man, not the girl herself. The story is paced really well and feels like more than just funny tropes mashed together. I suppose I'm not selling it well, but hear me out: Everyone also has really cool clothes 8.7/10

8. Tsurezure Children

Another top 10 favorite for me. It did get an (incomplete) anime, but I've never seen anyone talk about it except for that dumb phone joke with Furuya, so I feel pretty confident in putting it on an "obscure manga" list. School-based romcom, with the twist being that the cast is freaking massive. That's not even all the characters on the cover there. Each character and/or pairing has their own little plotline going on, which are all interconnected very nicely with the others. Some of my favorite romance writing ever is in this manga. I could talk for a long while about this one, but I'll just leave it at that. 9.5/10

9. Bonnouji

Cute manga by the artist for Touhou: Silent Sinner in Blue. A young woman gets dumped by her boyfriend and ends up finding an apartment full of weird and wacky stuff from the owner's travelling brother. They bond over silly stuff and having fun together. Very cute, maybe not that deep but cute nonetheless. 8.1/10

10. Miageru to Kimi wa

Aww look at them ... Anyway, short boy gets rejected by girl, meets cool tall girl, they fall in love? The end if you need more context than that I'm sorry but we can't be friends anymore. 9.1/10

[shiroselia]

All of my friends think chapter 30 second draft is breaching 10k. Literally my biggest haters smh smh

[weaponizedmoth]

The Venture Family Group Photo (Hank, Dean, Rusty, and Brock) 😁👏

Bonus with Mr. Reachy ;3;" (I have no idea for Adding this for the venture family photo ^^")

(I usually make these B&W but I wanted to go all out for this one).