#PLEAAAASE READ INTO THE TEXT

[lemm-moxx]

Silly things abt my utmv oc's

(i don't have a specific name for this thing as the "T.U.A" is more a vehicle to interact with the wider multiverse in the story and all of the characters are picked from my other au's so likkeee)

But mainly a kinda(?) in universe analysis of random aspects of these two as i hate just explaining things upfront. WARNING theres a lot

The preceding 2 excerpts are sourced from scattered papers and tapes found in universes generally surrounding the institute (including #11567 #11542 #00145 #10001 and #23479 ) The texts overall are disjointed and nonsensical. creator unknown. [[Ask M.E dept for more info to amend case file.]] 1) He's one of the best men money can provide! He takes orders with out question or thought. Work oriented, highly professional and determined- Really he's what everyone should aim to be in this field. He's worked at the company for 15 years so naturally he's at the top.

Oh ok! I mean that's a good start i suppose, What else is there?

What else.. ? I mean what else is there to say-he's successful. That's it. That's all you need really. Well surely- What about hobbies? Free time? People aren't just their profession. Ok, but why does he need a hobby? He barely has enough free time as it is. And that's wasted sleeping and eating. Well i mean, it fleshes out the character for one? He does nothing when he gets home from work. Not even watch TV? No? Nothing, you mean like actually nothing. Yeah.....? i don't-is there something wrong with that? No- no it- I'm not insulting your writing or anything. It just seems a bit bland.... If I'm honest. 2)

[[TAPE BEGINS]]

I lived in a nervous place, at an anxious town- so it didn't come as a surprise when they all started avoiding me after my brother died. His death was an accident- I mean who leaves a small kid to babysit a toddler? Really, really if your asking me the townspeople killed him. Not me. I just feel like you need to understand why i did it y'know? Anyway I grew up alone. A house on the outskirts of town, they never warmed up to me in the end. I would work in the library day to day, for the money. Nobody came in anyway and because we also sold books i actually had a paycheck. Buy myself food and go home. Rinse and repeated until all stains are washed away. Though, i guess in my case. Some stains are too tough to be washed out. I had heard about human falling down, i was a skeptic of course. It was the smell of dust that scared me at first, every time i walked into town it was there. Nobody ever seemed to need a funeral, that was the confusing part. Maybe a couple monsters went missing day to day, but they were back without a scratch after a while. I put it as something probably explainable. That was until i died- I mean i don't know if i actually died but.. When the human finally found me they seemed, exited. They looked at me like they had found buried treasure, unveiled some kind of hidden secret. And, and I was exited too if I'm honest. Though you wouldn't be able to tell-i was as horrible as i was to anyone on the surface. But he second they stabbed me in my chest. All my sympathies were gone. And, and when i woke up in my bed. Like puzzle pieces. it all clicked y'know? I wasn't strong so i needed some kind of external force, i did it though in the end. I wasn't soppy or friendly like the rest of them, so it was easy. I ruined my clothes but some eggs need to be broken -or whatever they say. When i strutted into town i thought i was a hero. But of course they were ungrateful; couldn't even thank me, i was chased out .And that's when your head archivist found me-and uh that's at. And I appreciate the job offer, really i do! I mean i didn't realise you were lacking in employees from the look of the place, then again i guess the library was the most organised place in Snowdin and I was the only there. I just uh- i need to be in a quiet place for a bit, maybe not here- I just need to think it over really" "That's fine, i'm sure you've had a nasty scare. and there's a lot you need to understand quite fast considering your position. I'll drop you off in one of those timelines for out codes! Yes, yes someone will explain it there" "I'm sorry timeline-" "A month? How's that-is that too much? i apologise if I'm inept. I'm not very good with time these days. Maybe not a whole number, that seems too equal; 2 weeks? How's that. We are desperate for employees for the archive so i would appreciate it if you could come back sooner." "Oh well i uh-Sure, sure! ill take a look through everything on the leaflet you gave me in the mean time." "Oh wonderful! I hope to see you again in the future- hopefully as an employee ha-ha!"

[[TAPE ENDS]]

[m3tr0n0m333]

»A SPARK OF HOPE«

A fankid AU: Introduction

Circa 200 years into the future…

Past the death of the renowned, world famous hero: Sonic the Hedgehog, his immortal rival resides in a secluded location not many know about, or dare to stumble upon. He’s made himself a peaceful abode, isolated from the rest of the world— prying eyes or hands seeking his power or presence.

Shadow merely wishes to live without the stress of catastrophe weighing on his shoulders. And with the death of the biggest villain of the era- Doctor Robotnik, he succeeds for the most part- until a mysterious illness overcomes him, and he’s forced to reach out for help.

Upon wandering to the familiar-yet-changed Emerald Town, Shadow spots a recognizable logo on a building.

With curiosity and intrigue, the ebony hedgehog makes his next exploration the inside of this tall establishment.

[REFS AND MORE UNDER CUT]

No, it will not stay this well formatted most of the time. Guess I just felt like putting effort into it.

This au focuses around Tails, Shadow, and my fankid, Sparks! (No ships between these three, although they do end up as a family of sorts.) (+ Silver, who exists around this time, gets to be the cool cousin of sorts)

Shadow, as described, had isolated himself for quite a few years. And got an illness. But it’s far from mysterious.

His inhibitor rings have rusted and aren’t as effective as they were, well, 200 years ago, causing his chaos energy to run irregularly and make him fatigued/sick. Of course, it was a gradual process, so it was a little difficult to have spotted it right away. And when you’re sick, the obvious becomes… less obvious?

During this lengthy intermission between supposed canon and au, (I may go off canon quite a bit. I’m not professionally well versed in all the Sonic lore…) Miles Prower (formedly gone as “Tails” for his iconic two tailed ‘mutation’) had grown rather successful. A well-off entrepreneur of his own brand. He lives comfortably, although he does lack the bonds he once had.

As a kitsune, Miles’ life expectancy is lengthened, and gaining another tail every 100 years. He had existed much past his more mortal friends and allies, but pushed forwards to a brighter future, sort of. In this time, he has developed more of his kitsune oriented abilities, taking a favor to illusions.

Shadow wanders upon the main building, the HQ erected at Emerald Town, where his house once was. As Shadow wanders, Miles is aware of the old friend bumbling through the building and decides to play a little prank with some illusions and the high tech security measures he has installed in the building. (Nothing harmful, promise)

Once Shadow reaches the top, Miles reveals himself with a bold act of bravado. As of which they have some reunion and reaccqeuaintence time. Shadow explains his problem to Miles, Miles points out the problem and offers to make Shadow new inhibitor rings (and fix his air shoes in the process). Afterwards, he offers a residence for Shadow with him, but the hedgehog refuses, intending to return to his reclusive life.

On his path of return, he comes across a kid, sitting alone in the rain.

He resembles someone.

Spiky blue quills colored like the wind and the sky, peachy fur on his chest and muzzle. Pointed ears, although a bit droopier.

He sat with his legs pressed against his chest, on the edge of the sidewalk. Alone, yet he wears an expression closer to irritation rather than fear or melancholy.

After some questioning, he discovers that the kid ran from an orphanage, one he describes as nasty and disrespectful to him, like gum sticking his shoe to the floor. He describes that he had ran, to find some freedom. He’s a fast runner, you know? Maybe if he can get faster and faster, he may actually break the barrier keeping him chained to the orphanage.

When the sky darkens, illuminating the moon and the stars, Shadow stands. To lead the kid back to where he should be encourages him to have hope, but without acting to give him it. Words are empty when actions don’t reflect it.

The kid begs to let him free. Lead him somewhere else, not back to his prison. No one will take him back in the orphanage. He deserves to be free. He can take care of himself out here- a string of reasons to grasp why he shouldn’t go back.

Shadow continues to walk in silence.

…

Perhaps it was pity. Shadow would like to believe it is, but it’s hard to describe the pull of his actions towards another decision. He felt this was right, despite denial weighing on this choice.

Shadow returned to the tall building, where Miles— although surprised to see his return— welcomed him back warmly. When asked for the reason of his return, Shadow provides a rather bashful explanation.

He doesn’t know how to take care of a child.

—

References + Character Design and Personality Rambles

Eyyyy it’s the old man (quite literally at this point. He’s like 200+ years??). How did he survive all those years in isolation without going insane?? I have no idea. He probably talks to the animal inhabitants of the place he lived in I think. I like to think maybe he found himself an ancient library to make himself at home and spent most of his time reading books and doing house chores.

To be honest I tried to reference other Shadow redesigns because I also wanted to put some more Black Arms traits on him, but I honestly don’t know know much about the Black Arms so all he got was a longer tail <3

He’s a tiiiny bit pinker in this design. Like the red highlights on his quills are more pivoted towards the pink on the color wheel, and the white fur also has a tint of pink. No reason. He just gets to be slightly pinker. As a treat.

^^ (Miles noticed. Shadow did not.)

Anyways, you may be wondering, why didn’t Shadow take the offer of staying with Miles the first time? After being alone without friends were so long, you would think he is drawn to the idea of having company again. Well, the thing is, I think that Shadow hates change, in a way. He’s drawn himself away from society, lived self sustained, without the pressures and all that. Suddenly, he gets the offer to reintegrate into a society he is not well versed in? Seems incredibly overwhelming. And Shadow believes he was perfectly content in his serene lifestyle.

He only reconsidered the second time because he doesn’t know how to take care of the kid he freshly adopted (and probably not correctly adopted either) and only thought of Tails for help. As far as he knows, Tails is the only other old friend that exists alongside him right now so…

This sets up the story of Shadow and Tails tries to take care of this kid and slowly forms into a type of found family that doesn’t quite fit into the boundaries of what a family would be like. They are not even close to traditional family roles, I think, other than a child-parent relationship between Shadow and Sparks (who I have yet to introduce)

During this story, Shadow gets back into the action of adventure again. He’s reminded of the exhilaration he felt in the past. Even little things such as banter and skating down hill. He missed it all, although he doesn’t admit it.

Here is Miles!! He dropped the name “Tails” after a while, deeming it something he doesn’t identify as deeply with anymore. (Maybe because no one was around to call him that old nickname anymore)

So you know how I mentioned he’s become an entrepreneur of sorts? It was bound to happen, I think. Imagine living 200+ years and still not figuring out how to earn the most money and live comfortably.

Anyways, while coloring his design, I did realize that he vaguely reminds me of Eggman… it’s probably the red, gold and white colors. Fits him well though, yeah? He always did share some traits with Eggman, I think. He just turned out more benevolent, he still has the high tech tendencies that Eggman held, as well as other habits.

I think Miles had earned some of an ego over time. When most acquaintances leave(died), and you rise to the top, everyone feels so far. And Miles stop bothering to seek out meaningful relationships to save him some suffering. He can still have fun, he can still have friends- just not with the strong intimate bond he had with his initial family.

When Shadow returned, he felt a spark- the hope- the opportunity to have a semblance of the old life again. Nostalgia is a strong feeling. That is why he offered for Shadow to stay. He didn’t expect him to, but that didn’t stop his heart from swelling with joy when Shadow did return.

Here is Sparks! The kid Shadow picked off the street yaknow yaknow… He is meant to resemble Sonic. Not uncannily resemble him though. Just enough that both Shadow and Tails can look at him and think… he kind of reminds me of his other blue hedgehog I had a deep connection with….

Part of why Shadow adopted Sparks is honestly because of his resemblance to Sonic. He would not like to acknowledge it, as it seems like such a cruel thing to give the hope of a new connection to someone that doesn’t know that that new connection did not start off new at all in the other side.

Of course, Sparks acts nothing like Sonic, despite similar appearances. Even though Sparks also shares the same sentiments— wanting freedom— as well as abilities— such as superspeed— Sparks acts more towards the pessimistic side. He’s not as charming as Sonic had been. (And although he does have superspeed, I believe it’s not to the extent that Sonic had.)

Additionally, when Shadow had been taking him back to the orphanage, he really wasn’t forced. Sparks intended to follow him back. Perhaps out of habit. And inevitable loop of escaping but returning once again. But also because if cowardice, knowing he wouldn’t be able to make it by himself. He’s immature, he’s inexperienced, Sparks is aware of that, yet still tries- only to the extent of what he knows he can succeed: aka running away, but never staying away. His cowardice is one of the traits he does not share with Sonic.

During his description of the orphanage to Shadow, he’s a bit of an unreliable narrator. The orphanage isn’t as miserable as Sparks describes it as. It’s a pretty normal orphanage, Sparks is just a troublemaker- and he hates the idea of being trapped in one place.

Anyways, Sparks resembles a star of sorts. He’s a little star themed. <3

[the-l-spacer]

Btw I listened to the exit strategy audiobook and Kevin murderbots performance FUCKS

[yeomies]

𝜗 𝓜e, 𝓔spresso .ᐟ 𝜚

⌗ synopsis — love at first sight is one thing but love at first glance is a whole different story for jake (idol!jake x blk! kpop idol reader — member of æspa)

warnings :: one singular curse, not proofread, the use of “you, your, you’re” instead of i / first person views, in lowercase, my first story so pleaaaase 😭

word count — 939 [funnyface]

you were a foreign idol from the states that had joined the group æspa after a good 3 years of training. you had been known as korea’s foreign beauty and an inspiration to many black kpop idols across the world that there was hope, and you can do whatever you put your mind to. like the black barbie of your time.

but your biggest fan? sim jaeyun. you two had never spoken before, but he was so enticed by you and your visuals. he had spoken publicly about you and how you were one of his idols even though you two were around the same age. this infatuation turned into a little joke between fandoms and even dating rumors which he formally apologized about. throughout the many months to come, he had asked for your number numerous times to which you replied with how you wasn’t really giving any one your number yet

but after many attempts, you had given him your number. you thought he was cute don’t get me wrong, but you just wanted the attention and rumors to stop. but they didn’t. after giving him your number he got asked a question about you

“do you like [__]? are you two dating?” “no, we’re not dating. but i do have her number!” he said with a wide smile on his face as he read more comments like he didn’t just say something that could potentially lead to yet ANOTHER. dating rumor.

in the dorms with aespa that night it was chaotic. “what the fuck.” you exclaimed while karina & giselle showed you the clip “no, [__] he’s obsessed with you.” giselle laughed loudly as winter came up to the three of you. “did you see the clip? there’s like 7 posts about it already on twitter..” you examined winter’s feed hoping what she was saying wasn’t true.. but it was. you sighed heavily as you walked over to your shared dorm. “i’m going to sleep. this’ll blow over by tomorrow… right?” the three girls shrugged as you rolled your eyes contently and shut the door. being greeted by your groups maknae, ningning. who had been watching jake’s live from the beginning

“hey ning.” you huffed, shuffling over to your bed and flopping onto it. “hey, what’s wrong?” “another dating rumor.” she sighed. “look on the bright side, he probably just wants to be friends, try and get to know him more, under, the idol image.” you looked up from your bed and thought for a second maybe she was right — maybe he just wanted to be friends! you whipped out your phone and texted the boy.

“hey jake it’s [__]! just texting to get to know you better, i know i gave you my number but we really never got to speak about our lives outside our careers:)!” you sent the message and awaited a reply. . and, of course, within minutes, he responds ! “hey! sorry, i was a little scared to text you lol!! but yeah let’s talk!!!” you smiled as you kept the conversation going for a couple hours. from the conversation, you had found out what movies he liked, what he liked to be called and his favorite part of doing what he does.

these conversations lasted for months before you two started publicly hanging out and hugging at award shows, which of course, sparked confusion between fandoms & fan bases.

one night, you had been working in the studio for your groups new comeback as you walked back to your dorm to play animal crossing with winter when you see jake already playing, so you texted him “well goodnight to you too” “lol sorry, i haven’t been able to sleep lately..” you frowned at this text “awh why is that?” you replied with a :( emoji at the end. “honestly, i’ve been up thinking about our conversations, i’m so excited to start a new one everyday and i’ve been waiting for forever to finally talk to you and now i can. so i just stay up thinking about you.”

“wanna call?” you risk-fully typed as you almost threw your phone across the room — when you heard a ding! come from your phone. you gasped an hastily looked for it on your bed “sure, [__] let’s call” you melted at this text and called him. you two were quiet for a moment until he spoke up “i’m sorry.. if i came off as a little weird when we first met. when i first saw you i was amazed by you — like you were a goddess that flew in from the states.” he paused inbetween his words before speaking up again. “you really are one of my favorite people right now and i’m glad we’re talking.” you smiled at his confession and replied “thank you, jake. you’re too sweet.” the two of you talked until the morning came and ningning complained about having to sleep in the living room because of the noise.

after that, the two of you had spoken everyday, talking every single hour until he finally confessed, he proposed to be your boyfriend. he came to your dorms and brought flowers for you with a note saying “bf & gf?” it was simple, but you loved it. you texted him immediately after seeing them saying “yes, you can be my boyfriend.” a week later, you had released a solo track called “espresso.” jake listened to it on live and realized the lyrics were aimed at him

“said you can’t sleep? baby i know, that’s that me espresso..!” he sighed and chuckled at the lyrics, this was the start of a long relationship.

[godteri-takk]

Gollum<<<3 he is described as having *checks notes* huge pale eyes, thin face, slimy, long fingers ...sharp teeth? yeah i think it checks out. I didn't know he used to be a hobbit-like creature when i drew this btw xD

Imagine description in ALT text, pls click images for better quality! (I've only just started reading lotr so pleaaaase no spoilers!!)

[prodbyblush]

Just thought of something! It's ok if you don't wanna write it tho, of course!

What about a pre-borderlands!Chishiya at college with a s/o who's a drama major. My college is an exception that only has drama, but I know most colleges have a lot of majors in it. So I wonder how it would be like to Chishiya, a med student, to see his s/o running around with the most extravagant clothes and props and makeup, seeing her apparently talking to a tree (just practicing her lines), going to find her at her class only to hear people howling from inside the class like UUUUUUOOOOOOOOGGGFHHHHHHHH, or being in a date with her next to the drama major classrooms and hearing someone desperately screaming "HEEELP FOR THE LOVE OF GOOOOD PLEAAAASE HEEEEELPP" and seeing his s/o acting as if she's not even listening and only answering "is probably a rehearsal" when he asks her about it.

All of them are things that have happened to me at my college, so I just kept thinking how would Chishiya feel having a s/o that is the college version of "damn bitch, you live like this?" Kajskahsksba

You are amazing, sorry for the long text, hope you got yourself a treat today bc you deserve it💛 love ya💕✨😘

open mind - chishiya shuntaro

ｎｏｗ ｌｏａｄｉｎｇ …

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ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

・❥・ requested

an: LOVE YOU MUCH MORE!!!

→ fem!reader

A med student dating a drama student, as they say, is not compatible. But who the hell cares about that?

To say the least, Chishiya already knows your pacing and workaround. They say drama major students can mask their emotions and feelings, but for him, he can still read you like you're still an open book.

Listening to a song on repeat? Chishiya may find it annoying at first, but he'll find himself humming to it while he's on his twenty minute break, a cup of coffee or energy bar in hand as he goes over patients' files on his clipboard.

Feeling pressured because there's an upcoming audition and feeling insecure as you're facing not only your fellow blockmates but your seniors as well? No problem. Chishiya will be with you, giving you pointers in areas you should work on while cheering you up with your favorite snacks and drinks. If you land yourself on the lead role, he'll be so proud of you. But even if you didn't, he's still proud of you, because you did your best and that's what matters.

"Why is Y/N doing jumping jacks while wearing a medieval gown?" He hears one of his blockmates ask.

"She's having a hard time memorizing her lines and the director is helping her. Don't worry, she's amazing. She'll be able to memorize it after that." Chishiya replies.

"Y/N's so amazing! She's already memorized the dance in just three minutes!"

"Of course." Chishiya responded, chest bursting with pride. "She's already a natural."

"Why is Y/N looking at her reflection with mascara running down her face looking like she's gonna murder someone?"

"Oh that?" Chishiya piques, turning his head to look at his blockmate. "She's playing as the antagonist of an upcoming play they're having."

"Y/N's growling like a lion in the other room." One tells him.

"They're having a workshop. It looks like the director has asked them to act as an animal." Chishiya answers.

"Do you guys hear that? Sounds like someone is vocalizing..."

"Don't bother. Y/N's part of a musical production. She's warming up her vocals."

Sometimes, it gets hard when the availability of days is not compatible. Chishiya could be free on the weekends, but you'd be having rehearsals and is needed in campus. But does that stop him from seeing you? Nope!

Holding a lunch box in one hand and the other holding onto your favorite drink, he's already on his way to see you, watch you rehearse even. It could take the whole afternoon, but you wouldn't hear a single complain come out of his lips.

Chishiya knows the cons of dating a drama major, but he knows what he's gotten himself into. And for that, he fully supports you through and through. Not only is he your romantic partner, but he's also your cheerleader and coach!

There's never a dull day between the two of you. Life may be hectic and demanding, but as always, Chishiya always knows how to find himself way back into you.

TAGS: @retrospacealien @chishiya-of-diamonds @boowoomuu @ang3liclov3ly @kenqki @shadowheads-shitshow @avacado-de-salade @lunoxxy @supercoffeeblogs

[thegettingbyp2]

On a live, Aaron clings to his wife, and absolutely cannot let her go. (Tveit pleaaaase)

Not Letting Go

You quietly closed the front door behind you, knowing from the text you’d had from Aaron about ten minutes ago that he was going a live stream. You could hear his voice as it travelled down the hall and you quietly made your way to the entry way of your living room, leaning against the door frame as you watched Aaron speaking animatedly into his phone. Noticing a movement from the corner of his eye, Aaron quickly glanced in your direction, dropping his phone the instant he saw you before making his way over to you.

‘I missed you,’ he murmured as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your lips.

‘I missed you too,’ you hummed happily against his lips. ‘I’ll head upstairs and we can catch up when you finish,’ you started, pressing one more quick kiss to lips before turning to leave the room.

You were stopped by Aaron’s arm wrapping around your waist and hauling you back into him. ‘I haven’t seen you all day, I’m not letting you go anywhere,’ he spoke, burying his head into your shoulder as he half-dragged you across the room, sitting back down on the sofa and pulling you down to sit on his lap.

‘Aaron!’ you exclaimed, laughing as you burying your face into his chest as he picked his phone back up to carry on with the livestream.

‘So, we have an unexpected special guest for the rest of this live,’ Aaron announced, lightly taking your chin in his hand and turning your head to look at the camera. You shyly waved at the camera, never completely used to the sheer amount of people who watched Aaron’s lives.

Your heart grew in your chest as you read the comments people were now leaving:

OMG I love how happy Aaron looks.

That’s the face of a man clearly in love.

You two are made for each other!!!

Aaron chuckled as he read the comments himself, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek, tightening his grip around your waist as he pulled you into him as close as he could. ‘I’m the happiest I’ve ever been,’ he said gently, looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes.

‘Me too,’ you replied, kissing him once more. ‘But I really need to go and let you finish up here,’ you said, surprising him with how quick you jumped up from his lap. However, still being quicker than you, Aaron’s fingers wrapped around your hips as he yanked you back down into him, the two of you breaking out into fits of giggles.

‘Not a chance! I’m not letting go of you for the rest of the night!’

[perotovar]

Omg, those questions are amazing. For River: 12, 19, & 24 pleaaaase. 🩷

eeee thank you, rachel!!! <3

12. Would they be more or less likely to send a risky/risque text to their partner in the middle of a crowded/public area?

hmm... in a crowded/public area? yes. they've definitely sent frankie/previous partners nudes from the night owl bathroom in the past lol

if their partner was at work? absolutely not. river takes their own job pretty seriously so if they got something from frankie, they'd probably rip him a new one lol so they don't do that sort of thing. but they will send a little saucy text that's like "i have plans for you when you get home~"

19. When they “dress-up” for sex, what’s their go-to outfit? Lingerie, suit, gown, etc.?

ahh i love this one because i was just thinking about it!! so, if river and frankie were to like, go out for a date night with the promise of sex afterwards, they'd wear something pretty sexy underneath a suit/dress pants/button ups. i think they've got a lovely collection of gorgeous lingerie that would contrast beautifully against the more "traditionally" masculine attire they usually wear.

their usual underwear scenario is a pair of boxer briefs/boyshorts, which can be just as sexy, but if they're wanting to do something special, they pull out the lace and the silks and maybe even the leather

24. A song they would fuck/get fucked to

HELL YES. okay, so this is the one that took me the longest to come up with, but i think for the more intense, less lovey-dovey sessions, it would be "stinkfist" by tool (just read the lyrics... need i say more? lol)

and for the more sexy/moody sessions: "follow the body" by zanias

i actually found a whole playlist that i could totally see river using for sexy times so if you're curious, here it is!

thank you again, lovely!! <3

[lacheri]

11:29 PM, 4/20

pairing: stoner!Eren and fem bodied reader

content: smoking/drugs, dumbification, finger fucking, penetration, porn without plot, minors DNI

summary: eren's been trying to fuck you for years now, and he's got a different angle to play at this time. all it takes are a few pretty words and free weed.

wc: 3.5k

notes: happy 4/20 lmfao i wrote this in two hours and i'm posting this unedited and half asleep

‘Rolling up, you sliding through?’

Your phone illuminated brightly against your face as you held your phone above you, your bed’s soft comforter brought up to your chin. You bit your lip, contemplating Eren’s invitation. Your eyes glanced to the clock in the corner of your phone screen, blinking a couple of times. ‘11:29 PM’ it read back.

‘Pleaaaase, 4/20 is almost over ):’ Eren had resorted to double texting, and you sighed, his battle easily won. You tried to believe it was fought hard, but you knew perfectly well that you were wrapped around Eren’s pretty little finger. He called, you answered. Simple as that.

‘I want a blunt all to myself for this Jaeger. I’m literally in bed right now’ you typed back quickly, clicking the off button on the side of your device, begrudgingly throwing your blanket off your body as the heat escaped. You gazed down at your attire, sweatshirt and sleep shorts bundled up to your form, and you sighed once again. Eren was going to have to accept you like this, because there was absolutely no way in Hell that you could fathom throwing on real clothes this late at night.

‘What’re you wearing? Send pics’

‘Eren I’m LITERALLY!!! On my way to your house right now’. This boy was going to be the death of you, or at least whatever brain cells you had left.

Fuzzy pink slides adorned on your feet, hair thrown up in the messiest ‘neat’ bun you could manage, you pocketed your keys and wallet. You grabbed your bookbag in the corner of your room full of paraphernalia, knowing well by now that Eren was too lazy to buy bongs or bowls, and made your way out of your home, locking the front door on your way out. You hit the unlock button on your car, throwing the bag in the passenger seat and set out for your late night journey.

It wasn’t uncommon for your best friend to hit you up so late, in fact it was Eren’s peak hours for hanging out. He never genuinely inconvenienced you, just an annoyance because every single time you got that invite text or call, your head would have just hit the pillow beneath you, sleep on the horizon. Traffic was the best at this time too, you would reason on the way there, virtually no cars on the road, turning your usual twenty minute ride into a ten minute one.

When you rolled up Eren’s driveway, you could see the dark red lights of his bedroom through the upstairs window on the front of the house. You picked your phone out of your pocket, texting a quick ‘I’m here’. You grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and climbed out of your car. By the time you made it to his front door, Eren was swinging it open, a goofy smile on his face.

“Just us tonight?” you asked, referring to the lack of cars in the driveway as you glided through the entryway.

“Yeah, feeling greedy. We haven’t hung out just us in awhile,” Eren smirked, leaning back and letting his eyes travel down your spine as you slid by him. He reached and pulled the door closed, locking it quickly and following quickly behind you.

You spent most of your nights here, knowing the pathway to Eren’s room. You jogged up the stairs, oblivious to Eren’s eyes trained in on your bouncing ass in your loose fitted shorts. His bedroom door was wide open, and you navigated over clothes thrown haphazardly on his floor to his unmade bed. You bounced as you sat down, hitting the mattress with your full weight and unzipping your bag, picking out your favorite bowl. Eren lifted the corner of his mouth, clearly amused at how at home you had made yourself.

“Comfy?” he asked, a teasing tone to his voice as he joined you on the bed, rolling tray and jar of bud in hand.

“Mhm,” you hummed, eyeing Eren’s hands as they set quickly to work. His grinder sat on the bed behind him, and after picking out a few clusters of green from the jar, he reached behind him and popped the top off, going through the motions of getting prepped for the smoke session. “What’d you do today?”

Eren shot you a dumb founded look, “It’s 4/20, what do you think I’ve been doing all day?”

You rolled your eyes, throwing your hands up in surrender, “Just making a joke, asshole.”

He chuckled, extending his hand out so you could pass him your bowl, packing it not long after. Eren looked around his mattress for a lighter, eyebrows drawn together as he couldn’t find one. You smirked then, extending the black lighter you had packed in your bag, and Eren smiled gratefully. He flicked the lighter once it was in his possession, pointer finger resting over the choke as he placed the pipe to his lips, inhaling deeply as the fresh green turned to ash. He lifted his long finger off the choke hole, removing the pipe as he held the smoke in for a few seconds, eyes instantly glazing as he exhaled.

Eren was one of those smokers that the second he had a hit of weed, it was written all over his face that he was high, even if he wasn’t. When Eren picked up the habit in highschool, his parents knew instantly what the boy had been doing during his “study sessions” with his friends. Now that he was an adult and moved out of his childhood home, Eren was pretty free in his indulgences, no longer carrying around eye drops to try and help him appear as innocent as possible.

After his second hit, Eren passed you back your bowl and lighter, coughing lightly as he exhaled, “What about you? What’d you do today?”

“Not much, spent all day watching documentaries and smoking my vape,” you laughed lightly, positioning the pipe to your own lips.

Eren’s eyes drank in the sight of your pretty plump lips as they wrapped around the tip of the pipe, fingers copying his as you bent your finger over the choke. The lighter ignited after a single flick, warm colored flames illuminating your face. It was like Eren was watching you in slow motion, but it was always like that with you, even when he wasn’t high. He could see the fire in your eyes as they focused downwards to your actions, and Eren felt his mouth go dry. You pulled the bowl away, making eye contact with him as the smoke exited your lips, licking your face as it traveled towards the ceiling on your exhale.

The two of you made small talk as you passed the bowl back and forth, Eren making a face once the bud was dead. He packed another bowl, repeating the rotation until that one was dead. The two of you thoroughly fried, he put the pipe on his bedside table and leaned his back against the wall by his bed. You mirrored him, resting your head on his broad shoulder as the two of you enjoyed each other’s company.

“We should make edibles this weekend,” you suggested, fingers playing with the drawstring of your hoodie. “Maybe invite the group over and get zooted and play a game or something.”

“Zooted?” Eren snorted. “I haven’t heard that word in years, grandma.”

You shot Eren a glare, which he began to laugh at, “I’m hip, okay? Zooted is making a comeback.”

“Stop trying to fit in with the youth, Myrtle,” he teased, wrapping his arm around your waist to tuck you into his side. “Man, if I was only 50 years older.”

You lightly elbowed his side, “You wish you could bag 70 year old me. I’m a fucking catch.”

“I wish I could bag you period,” Eren confessed, probably for the hundredth time of you knowing him. “How come you’ve never let me take you out?”

“Because, you’d just fuck and dump me and then I wouldn’t have a plug anymore,” you pouted, purposefully snuggling in closer.

“Is that what you really think?” he asked seriously, positioning his neck to the side so he could look down at you.

You looked up, centimeters apart from his face, “That’s what you did with all the other girls.”

“But you’re my best friend,” Eren frowned, taking his hand and pushing your hair behind your ear. “I wouldn't do that to you.”

“Don’t know if I wanna’ really find that out,” you smiled sadly.

“C’mon, let me prove it to you,” Eren licked his lips. “Fuck me, right now, and I’ll take you out tomorrow.”

You felt a pulse in your pussy suddenly, gulping spit down as you broke the eye contact, “I don’t know ‘Ren. We’ve been friends since highschool, what if it makes things weird?”

“You can’t look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you’ve never thought about it, about us,” his voice was a hare above a whisper. “Because I think about it all the time. ‘Is why I hit you up all the time, I like you stupid, I always have.”

This confession was so different from all the other ones. Eren was practically begging to let him in between your legs on a weekly basis, ever since you had met him. Never once had he been this honest though, so genuine sounding about his feelings. He had a point as well, you thought about being with him all the time. You were always at his house or going out somewhere together, you spent all your free time with him, of course you would have feelings for Eren.

“If,” you started, your eyes blinking rapidly as you returned your gaze to his red ones. “I say yes, and things are weird after, we’re going to pretend like this never happened and we go back to being friends.”

“Deal.”

Eren’s lips crashed into your’s, any and all hesitation rolling off your body as you eagerly returned his kiss. His other arm circled you, bringing you in somehow even closer to him as your hands grabbed both of his cheeks, feeling the flex of his jaw as you smashed your lips together. Eren’s hand traveled under the hem of your sweatshirt to the small of your back, guiding you to sit in his lap. Legs on either side of his hips, your tongues slipped through the both of your lips, meeting in the middle.

Maybe it was the high, maybe it was Eren, but the throbbing in your cunt only expanded as Eren smoothed his hands all over the middle of your torso. They traveled up to the swell of your breasts, free from a bra, cupping both tits in his large hands. His thumbs slid and teased your nipples, hardening instantly under his touch. You arched your back, pushing your chest into his palms even more, your hips flicking as he tweaked your nipples between his fingers.

You both moaned into each other’s mouths at the roll of your hips, feeling Eren’s dick harden fast underneath your clothed center. Eren had been wearing a pair of thin grey sweatpants, leaving not much to the imagination while he was in this state. You felt his lips scrape against your bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth and sucking gently. He released it, a string of saliva linking to the two of you together.

“I’ve been imagining this for forever,” Eren’s eyes were glazed and deep red when you met his gaze. “I just never thought this would happen.”

“I’ve been wanting you too,” you admitted, your dirty little secret exposed.

He smirked at your confession, hands still toying with your breasts. Silencing you once more with his passionate kiss, he moved his hands downwards and to your back until he met the waistband of your shorts. He easily slid under the hem, gripping your ass in his palms, kneading and spreading you apart. You felt your pussy flutter, the indirect contact sending you into a deep pit of arousal, your senses heightened greatly.

It was like Eren could read your mind, and his fingers traveled to your spread cunt over his lap, running a finger over your slit over your panties. You whined, pressing your hips down to achieve a greater pressure from his hand, in turn allowing your wetness to seep through the cotton of your panties. Eren chuckled against your lips, reading your body language loud and clear. He pushed the fabric aside, allowing his knuckles to brush directly into your folds. You moaned into his mouth as he spread your arousal around your vulva. When his thumb bumped against your clit, you felt your patience snap entirely.

“‘Ren, need your fingers, now,” you panted, eyes half lidded as his kiss traveled to the underside of your jaw.

“You got it, baby girl,” he hummed into your skin. There was no resistance as he pushed his middle finger into your opening. “Fuck, you’re fucking soaked. This all for me?”

You couldn’t find your voice, nodding and whining out as he pumped his single digit into your pussy. His touch was slow, deliberate, trying to memorize every single ridge and flutter of your walls as you pulsed around him. Eren’s mouth was dry, dick hard and throbbing, completely lost in the feeling of you sucking his finger in deeper. He couldn’t comprehend the fact that his cock would be replacing his fingers soon, finally fucking you like he had imagined for years now.

His middle finger dared to pull out, and you let out a desperate whine, thinking that was his plan. You gasped in relief and pleasure as his ring finger pushed past your entrance, clenching tightly on his fingers. Eren found solace in this, perceiving your flutters as permission to go finger fuck you at an ungodly pace. He positioned his wrist as a more comfortable angle, and his fingers pumped inside of you at the speed of light.

Your eyebrows came together, mouth hanging open as you squeaked and whined, Eren’s other hand finding purchase on your jaw. He squeezed your cheeks together lightly, forcing your lips to pout as he maintained direct eye contact with you. His own lips hung open, and you could see your reflection in his blown out pupils. It only enticed you more, you looked heavenly. Eren couldn’t have worded it before himself if you had verbalized this, whole heartedly agreeing with you.

“You’re so tight,” Eren groaned out, his hand leaving your chin and slipping two fingers in between your lips. “Suck, baby.”

You did as you were told, Eren’s fingers slowing to fuck up into roughly, hitting your sweet spot over and over. Your tongue circled around his knuckles, lips vibrating on his fingers as your moans were silenced. Eren was thoroughly enjoying himself, seeing you completely under his control like this. You were putty in the palm of his hands, literally.

He slid his fingers out of your cunt so suddenly, feeling the gush of your arousal against your inner thighs as his hand left your shorts. His other hand fell out of your mouth, moving back to your jaw as you felt the wetness of your spit spread across your face. Eren brought the hand he was fucking you with to his own mouth, and you were practically drooling at the sight of him sucking your pussy juices off of his fingers.

“Delicious,” he cooed after he pulled them from his lips. “Just like I always imagined.”

You took this as your opportunity to remove some of your clothing. You tugged your hoodie over your head, tossing it on the floor. Eren followed suit, removing his own white t-shirt and reattaching his lips to yours. You tasted hints of yourself, not at all repulsed, in fact the exact opposite. You tasted sweet, tart but sweet.

You pushed yourself away from Eren, scooting off his lap in order to tear off your shorts and panties. Eren mirrored you, almost ripping his pants and boxers off as he slid them past his thighs and ankles to the floor. He remained in his seated position, eyes swirling and fingers twitching at his sides as he watched your crawl back to him. You placed a sloppy kiss to his lips before turning your body around, placing your feet on the mattress on either side of his lap. Sat in a full crouch now, you grabbed Eren’s cock, pumping him a few times with both of your hands in a screw motion. He moaned from behind you, his own hands gripping your ass cheeks to support your frame.

You guided Eren to your hovering pussy, teasing your clit, soaking him in your dripping heat. He cursed underneath you, his right hand moving to your hip as you lowered yourself on his length. Eren groaned loudly as the feelings of satisfaction and relief flowed through his body, his own heightened senses taking over. You moved to rest on your knees when you felt Eren bottom out inside of you, a string of moans and whimpers leaving your lips. You arched your back and Eren leaned back more, eyes stationed on your beautiful round ass.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he ran a hand up to the back of your head, untangling your messy bun so your hair fell free down your back. “C’mon baby, bounce on my dick.”

You lifted your hips, slamming down to his pelvis urgently. It was so overwhelming, the feeling of his cock filling you to the brim making your brain empty. Your eyes screwed shut, mouth hanging open dumbly as drool coated the swell of your lips. You bounced again, and Eren yanked your hair back as he watched your pussy stretch around him, close to snapping and drilling into you as he saw the creamy ring form around his base. You were a moaning mess, unable to think clearly as your body took over. Pushing all your weight into your knees and palms resting on Eren’s thighs, you fastened your pace, ass bouncing every time Eren’s fat tip brushed up against your cervix.

You felt the sharp sting on your cheek and heard the resounding slap of his hand on your right cheek, tears springing to your eyes, “Fuck, Eren, you feel so good.”

Taking your hips into his strong hands, Eren was finally at his brink as he thrusted hard up into. You yelped, letting yourself go limp as he slammed into your cunt at a dangerous pace. He was in full control now, fucking you into a stupor.

Your hand left it’s home of his thigh, traveling to your aching center to rub your clit. Eren’s position was perfect, rubbing the underside of his shaft against your g-spot. When you opened your eyes, you could see his toes curling, legs flexing and twitching. He wasn’t going to last long, your pussy putting him under a spell. You circled your clit with your pointer and middle fingers, throat raw from all the noises escaping you. All you felt was Eren, all you could hear was Eren, he was filling your entire being up, replacing any and all thoughts they may have lingered in your brain.

“Gonna’ cum,” you whined, fingers moving even faster.

“I’m so fucking close, fucking cum baby,” Eren growled, thrusts desperate and becoming irregular.

You stilled above him, a breathless scream heaving from your throat as you gushed around him. Your pussy clenched so tight, and Eren couldn’t hold back. Because as empty as your brain was, Eren was in the exact same state as he shot his thick load into you, filling your tight cunt up with his cum. You milked his cock, walls convulsing in your mind blowing orgasm. Black spots appeared in your vision when you realized you had forgotten to breathe, you took a deep gasp of air.

You were a panting, sweaty mess hovering over him. Eren was in awe, watching beads of his white seed leak out of your center. He’d worry about the consequences when his brain could comprehend what had just happened, but for now, the deep primal urge of filling you up was sedated. Eren didn’t think he could’ve imagined fucking you for the first time any better than this. And when you finally lifted your hips to release him, he felt a wave of sadness, your beautiful pussy no longer surrounding him.

“Did you, oh my God, Eren,” you lifted your hand in front of you, seeing the creamy white of his cum smeared on your fingers. “You came inside of me?”

“Sorry, baby,” he caught his breath as you turned your head over your shoulder to glare at him. “I’ll buy you Plan B in the morning, promise.”

“I’m on the pill, but still,” you huffed, letting the anger leave you as you realized Eren would take responsibility. “You didn’t know that.”

Eren laughed without humor, “Oh well, at least I know for next time. Now c’mere, wanna’ hold you while I roll a blunt.”

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I’m not jealous, hmph!

Characters: San x reader

Genre: romance, fluff!

Word count: 1.5k

How would San react if you attempt to make him jealous?

After a long week, it was finally movie night in your cozy apartment with your boyfriend, San. You looked forward to movie nights every week as it was the only time you get to relax while spending time with your loved one. However, that night, you had a plan in mind. You wanted to prank San for fun, just to see how he would react in certain situations.

San is quite transparent, he would always say his mind out without hesitation. Sometimes, you could even predict his next actions because he makes it so obvious what he was going to do. That got you wondering whether he would do the same if you made him jealous.

Before San arrived at your apartment that night, you have set up a camera to record his reaction. The camera was hidden behind some of the home decorations so San wouldn't notice it.

I hope I won't laugh halfway through the prank and spoil the whole thing.

You popped another piece of nachos in your mouth and took a glance at San on your right. Looking for a suitable time to start your act, you decided to do it now.

Clearing your throat, you sneakily played your ringtone to make it seem like you have just received a call from someone. San, who was into the movie, turned to you and blinked.

"Sorry, I'll pick this up real quick!" You got up from the sofa. You kept your distance away from San so he wouldn't see your phone screen, but at the same time close enough so he can hear you talking.

"Hello. Yes, it's y/n. Who is it?"

San leaned forward and used the remote to lower down the TV volume so it won't disrupt your phone call. Or maybe because he wanted to listen.

Who would be calling you at night? And you asked who was it, so you didn't know who was calling?

Weird. He thought.

"Ah! Yes, of course I remember you. How'd you get my number?"

You wanted to peek at San's reaction, but you stopped yourself because you had to hold in your laugh. The camera is recording so you can check his reaction later.

"I see. Sure, we can meet up! I'm free on the next Friday night."

San blinked. Friday night? But Friday nights are your movie nights. He pouted in tiny, knowing he won't be able to see you next Friday.

"Alright, catch up later!" You 'ended' the call and plopped back down on the sofa next to San. "Who was it?" He asked.

You had to contain your smile because he asked the question with a little pout. "Oh? It was an unknown number, but turned out it was my old friend."

San nodded in acknowledgement. "I don't think we can have movie night next week. My friend wants to meet up after a long time."

San's eyes looked sad as he took a bite of his nachos. "Okay," he said in a small voice. "I can already imagine myself suffering from missing you."

You chuckled at his cute response, but you were quite surprised that he didn't stop you from going. What if you told him it's a guy friend?

"He told me he finally got my contact again after so long. That's why he wanted to meet up for dinner," you threw the bait, emphasising that your friend is a guy.

"Hmm?! Did I hear it wrong? He?" San almost choked on the nachos as he put down the plate of nachos.

"Oh didn't I mention? It's a guy friend from high school and we used to be close. We lost contact when he moved overseas, but he's back in Korea now," you tried making up a story so San won't suspect you lying.

"I thought your friend is a girl," he blinked and paused for a second. "Is he good-looking?"

"Huh?" You were flustered by his unexpected question and let out a small laugh, "Ah, judging from your reaction, he's obviously good-looking. I'm doomed."

San took the TV remote and paused the movie to continue this conversation with you. You meeting up with a guy friend for dinner? Not on San's watch.

"Baby, come on. You're good-looking too, you know," you poked his arm playfully.

He continued to pout and glared at you. "Okay, go ahead. Meet him," he avoided your eyes.

"Really?" You raised your brows.

"Yeah, go meet with him. He's your friend."

You bit your lower lip, trying to hold yourself back from smiling too widely. "Okay I'll get dinner with him and maybe go to a cafe afterwards."

He turned to you with a look of disbelief. "No waaaay~" he whined and shook your arm. You laughed and looked at him.

"Isn't it weird to just eat a meal and part ways right after? We gotta have some dessert too, baby."

San looked down and played with his fingers, the pout never leaving his lips. "But I don't want you to meet him at all. I don't even know him."

You laughed at his reaction.

"Baby, don't laugh! I'm being serious," San said, but his pout made him look the opposite of what he claimed to be. He looked so cute, you wanted to squish his cheeks so bad.

"I'm serious too, baby. I don't think it's polite if I reject his invitation after planning. It's been a while since we've met and he finally contacted me."

"Babyyyyyyyyy~ don't meet him!" San whined.

"Why not?"

"Just no. Pleaaaase!"

"But-"

"No no no no nooooooo~" he whined and leaned in to snuggle his face in your neck.

"Don't meet him. You're so pretty, so you can't meet him," he wrapped his arms around you.  

You laughed and patted San's back. You love it when he turns this clingy to you. "What does that have to do with meeting my friend?"

San pulled back to look at you with a questioning look.

"Baby, are you serious? It has EVERYTHING to do with it. What if he hits on you because you're pretty? What if he falls for you because you're pretty? What if he steals you from me because you're pretty?"

You chuckled and stared at him. "But I'm still yours, not his."

San blushed as he fluttered at your comment, but turned serious a second after. "Okay, how about this? Try imagining yourself in my shoes right now. What if I want to meet up with a girl friend of mine for dinner?"

You blinked and nodded, "I wouldn't mind it. Because I trust you."

San was left dumbfounded with your response, "No! Baby! You're supposed to say no~!" He whined more aggressively and that only made you laugh more.

"I trust you too, baby. But I don't trust any other men around you."

"But he contacted me after a long time…" you tried sounding disappointed.

San pouted and snuggled into your neck again, this time hugging you in his arms tighter. "Baby, you have me already! Am I not enough for you?" He whined cutely while snuggling.

You bursted out laughing at his actions and caressed his hair. He pulled back again to look at you, "Don't meet him," he said quietly with a pout.

"Don't meet him?" You looked in his eyes.

"Hmm, don't meet him."

"But I made plans already."

"Babyyyyyyy~!"

You laughed and decided to tell him about the prank before he turned sulky.

"Okay okay I won't meet him."

"Really?" His eyes lit up as he pecked your nose, smiling.

"Let me just text him back to tell him that I can't make it," you took your phone again to 'text' your non-existent guy friend.

San had a smug smile plastered on his face, "That's my girl."

"Oh he replied so soon!" You said.

"What did he say?" San leaned in closer to your phone to see his text. You showed him your phone screen.

You've been pranked! It's a hidden camera, baby. ♡

"Hm? What do you mean-"

San looked around the apartment to look for a camera and when you pointed to the camera on the shelf, he let out a sigh of relief.

"How could you do this to me?" He said in a small voice, almost crying. You laughed and wrapped your arms on his shoulders.

"Sorry, baby. I was just curious of how your reaction would be," you chuckled and pecked his cheeks a few times.

"How can someone be so cute when jealous?" You squished his cheeks and pecked his pouty lips.

"I wasn't jealous!"

You scoffed, "Of course not. All that whining? Totally not jealous," you laughed.

San chuckled at your statement and snaked his arms around your waist. "I was thinking that maybe my love was insufficient, so that's why you wanted to meet with your guy friend. I was genuinely worried, baby."

You raised your brows and shook your head, "Baby, you've showered me with so much love in this relationship and I am always grateful for that," you leaned in and pecked his lips.

"I love you."

San leaned in for a kiss and you swore you could feel him smiling in the sweet kiss.

"I love you the most, baby," San said.

"So, our movie night next week is not cancelled, right?"

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Okay so I had an idea for someone who likes to write artem. Imagine it’s Valentine’s Day and Rosa/Mc goes into Artem’s office and gives him a Valentine’s Day present and the man gets all brushy and nervous So once she leaves his office he starts over thinking the presents and is like “omg should I have gotten her a present? should I still? is it too late?” So he finally decides he’s gonna go get her somethin during his lunch and like he’s walking in the office with the gift he just picked up all confident like hyping himself up and just as he gets the courage to walk over to her he over hears someone from the office go up to Rosa/MC and is all excitedly like oMG THANK U FOR THE VALENTINES GIFT” and artem realizes she got everyone a Valentine’s Day something so he backs out and hides the present in his office but like not well enough cause Celeste walks in and is like “oh for a special someone” and he’s like not anymore explaining the situation but like Celeste is like wait we just got something simple like a card and a flower and Artem had received something a lil more special like a card and like box of homemade sweets or something like something mc really put effort into and Celeste is like convincing Artem he should go through with gifting mc and he’s finally like you know what I will so he gets the gift all ready and strides out his door only to see mc is gone for the day 😭 low and behold Artem ends up leaving the office taking the present with him he’s looking at it sitting in the passenger seat of the car and on a whim he goes to drop it off on her door step knocking on the door then hiding behind like the corner of the hallway to see if she gets it and a few seconds later mc opens the door and finds the gifts looks at who it’s from and starts smiling and blushing and at the same time artem is all smiling cause it seems she likes it and as he’s back outside the building heading towards his car he gets a text from mc asking if he’s busy he replies no and then his phone starts ringing it’s mc! Again he’s all blushy and answer and she’s like hi I just wanted to say thank you for the gift the flowers are so beautiful etc etc she continues with well I hope you got home safe and he’s lying saying yeah got home fine as he’s downstairs outside her building looking up at her apartment window then the call comes to an end she like well happy Valentine’s Day artem and he’s like happy Valentine’s Day MC.

THINK ITS OVER NO. The next day Celeste walks into Artems office and is like “wow look at you you gave her the gift” and he’s like how did u know? And she shows him MC’s social media and it’s a picture of the gift the comment of heart emoji AGain artem all blushy Celeste walks out of the office later that day she’s having small talk with Kiki and MC and she start poking and is like oh MC I didn’t know u had a special someone mC too gets all blushy and like nooooo as she’s looks over to artem and makes quick eye contact with him and all nervously looks away with a big ol grin on her face and Celeste is just standing there all smirking thinking wow these two tHE EnD

I basically wrotE this whole story but if anyone who’s a much better story teller/writer than me wants to make it sound pretty and go into detail with it pleaaaase do I would looooove to read I’m sorry my writing is a mess 😭

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pleaaaase make sure your fic has good paragraph spacing before you post it, so many times i've seen people post fics with bad paragraph spacing and i can't read it, so i just end up closing it, even if the story is very compelling. your writing should be breathable, give readers a way to anchor their eyes to various points within the story, so add a new paragraph:

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after the character/s go/es to sleep

any significant time skips tbh

ofc these aren't set in stone, but i think they're good starting points to learning how to space out your writing, and by extension good practice for pacing. long paragraphs aren't bad per se, but use them sparingly so you don't overwhelm your readers.

contrast is also essential, you don't have to add a new paragraph after every single sentence, that just makes it look like a script rather than a narration and is also difficult to follow (unless youre going for the script approach obviously). alternate longer and shorter paragraphs, and that will probably also help to give your story a bit more depth.

[atsukawolfcat]

HELLOEEE I FOUND YOUR BLOG AND YOUR SAGAU IDEAS ARE ALL SO ???? *YUMMY*

THANK YOU <3 The ones I posted are not even the half of it!??? Like AUGHH WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF I want to make every single one of them but they would take an ETERNITY when I want them NOOOWWW

I also prefer to make longer stories, to try to wrap up everything in one post but I quickly realized it was *impossible* with how blogging goes. Not to mention its not everyone's cup of tea to read a huuge wall of text, but I don't mind that too much. Oh well, you live and you learn. If anyone does make them though, pleaaaase tag me. I love seeing new perspectives on everything and anything

[klaus-is-the-real-number-1]

Tongue Tied 2 (Number 5 x reader)

ASK: we need a part 2 of Tongue Tied, pretty pleaaaase —

A/N: so exactly 1 person asked for pt 2 so i am going to write it :),, read the first part if you would like. this will be like,, meeting his family and maybe some powers. i feel like this is a mess i apologise.

Words: 1372

 Music drifted throughout the diner as the day went on, the sun was shining and people were smiling over their coffees. It was interesting to observe the different people who drifted through the diner during the day and night, to see relationships develop, start and end, people who are grieving or joyful, the only thing connecting everyone was this diner. Memories were made, history flowed freely like an open book waiting for its pages to be read, you always noticed the names lightly etched into the tables, cracked leather seats that generations have sat on.

Even you had made memories and formed relationships during your time at the diner, well, one relationship with a certain boy, Five. He’d still come in every day for his lunchtime coffee but now came back when you were working lates to walk you home, spend every one of your days off together, even sneaking away from the Academy late in the evenings to spend nights in your room, talking the night away as if every night was your last.

Today was no different, slowly counting down the time until Five would come in to the diner to give you a break from the normal stream of customers. Even just sitting with him there made your shift the slightest bit better but there was still time left before he would get there so you had to force a smile onto your face and take peoples orders.

A large group walked in, instantly filling you with anxiety, it didn’t matter how long you had been working at the diner, large groups were unpredictable. But you put your best face on and made your way over, pen poised ready to write down an order. “Hi guys, what can I get for you today?” You smile at them all, it was a group of adults so you knew they wouldn’t be a bother.

“Can we get uh,” He looked intently at the small menu. “Six colas and a portion of fries, please.” You wrote it down and then smiled at the group, they were all looking at you intently, as if they were trying to figure you out.

“Sure thing, I’ll bring your drinks right out and your fries as soon as they done.” As you take the menu from him you notice his tattoo, an umbrella on his wrist almost identical to Fives, completely identical to Fives when you thought about it. Smiling, you didn’t let the thought bother you too much, knowing you could just ask Five when he came into the diner.

Just on cue, in walks Five, not even looking around the diner as he made a beeline towards you, sitting in his usual seat right at the counter. Straight away you get him a mug out and start pouring him a coffee, his face breaks into a smile when you slide it towards him. “Hey, I’ve got to do this order real quick then I’ll be back.” He just smiles at you and takes a sip of his coffee as you fill up six cola glasses and stack them on a tray, carefully balancing them over to the group who were sat with sly grins on their faces.

“If you need anything else I’m just at the counter, your fries should be done soon.” You’re greeted with a choruses of ‘thank you’s before you make your way back over to Five. Leaning on the counter in front of him, you feel him place his hands on top of yous, running his thumbs along the bumps of your knuckles.

“You know, there’s someone sat over there with a nearly identical tattoo to you.” His head snapped around to the table of people who very quickly looked away from the two of you. His face contorted into a furious look as he lifted his hands from yours.

“I’ll be back.” He muttered before walking over to the table and sitting down, looking like he automatically jumped into a heated rant, with them just looking over at you and smiling at him, causing him to turn even more red and angry. The gentle ding of the bell from the kitchen, seeing the fresh fries sat on the counter you place them on the tray and cautiously make your way over, only to see Five had gone, almost as if he had vanished into thin air. 

“Here are your fries, I’m just at the counter if you need anything.” Just as you turned away you heard them call you back.

“It’s y/n, right?” Keeping your smile on your face you nod. “So how did you meet our brother?”

“Your brother?”

“You know, Five.” Another one of them spoke up, Five had never even mentioned to you anything about his family, let alone six siblings.

“Oh, well he comes in everyday for coffee, we just started talking from there.” All eyes were on you as your face reddened, an uncomfortable air settled on you, feeling the pressure from all 6 pairs of eyes.

“Leave the poor girl alone,” One of his sisters spoke to the group before looking back at you. “Thank you.” She smiled at you.

As you walked away your eyes skimmed for any sign of Five in the diner but he was gone, maybe he’d just gone to the bathroom but as the minutes moved along and his coffee stopped steaming, it hit you that he left without a goodbye. In all your time of seeing Five, from the first time he came into the diner while you were working, he’d always said goodbye. 

As your shift came to its end, your eyes flicked from the door to the clock to your phone almost praying that Five would walk through the door any minute to walk you home. But it never happened, he never came bursting through the door like you wished he would, he never texted you saying he couldn’t make it or explain why he left. As the clock struck 6 and Five was nowhere in sight, you had to walk home alone in the dark, walking quickly with your head down to avoid any trouble.

Darkness greeted you as you entered your home, flicking the lights on as you made your way through the small house. Both of your parents were away working which often left you home alone, you double check the you locked the door behind before continuing further into the house.

“Y/n?” A voice spoke up in the darkness, causing you to blindly swing your arms in that direction hoping to somewhat protect yourself. You clock the figure within the darkness and swing as hard as you could, only for them to disappear in a flash of blue and reappear in front of you and hold your hand away from impacting him. “Hey, hey its me.” 

“How did you do- how did you get into my house?” It was Five, questions whizzed around your head, how did he get in? How did he do that? What was he doing here?

“Please let me explain, I can explain everything. Please promise you’ll listen.” He begged, hand still wrapped around your fist.

Then he explained and you listened to it all, his family, his and their powers, the academy, everything. It was a lot to take in but he went through it slowly, even showing you his powers. “... and I’m sorry for leaving the diner without warning earlier, it’s just not how I wanted you to meet my family and I was overwhelmed and angry at them; and I’m also sorry for not texting you and just showing up in your house-”

“Five,” You rested your hand on his, you could see he was starting to let everything spill out and his words tumble over one another. “It’s okay.”

“I just wanted you to like me.” He looked defeated, vulnerable.

“I do like you, Five,” You leant your head down to meet his eyes. “I like you a lot. Why don’t we start again? As if this is the first time we’ve met and we’ll be completely honest with each other.”

He looked confused at your words. “I’m y/n.” You held out your hand.

“Five.” He said, taking your hand in his.

[afternoonpoppy]

Hi, long time watcher, first time asker! So I noticed that in an older work, you mentioned that Wolfram gets the hiccups any time he so much as has a drop of alcohol. So uh... I would die a very happy lady if you wrote something about Wolfram having drinks for the first time. Blushy, buzzed, cuddly, hiccupping magical boy? Uuuuughhh yes pleaaaase.

(aaaaaaa I've had this waiting in my inbox for wait too long and I'm very sorry! It took me a lot longer to get a chance to write this than I wanted to.

Not me accidentally making Allister's school and work history really relatable to my own and not me using this as an excuse to write something taking place in December because it's currently way too hot outside.)

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Allister tapped his finger against the keyboard of his laptop, staring at the screen. The math on the screen stared back at him.

"I hate this," he muttered. "Fram, I can't do math."

Wolfram, seated next to him on the couch, leaned against Allister's shoulder and looked down at the screen as well. "Did you struggle during your classes as well?"

"When I was fully conscious, yes. When I was working off of sleep deprivation, coffee, and panic on exam days, I managed pretty decent grades. Somehow."

Wolfram's expression was a mixture of disapproval and concern as he looked up at Allister.

"Hey, I don't have to do that anymore," Allister said with a shrug. Instead, he just had to suffer through the periodic online courses that fulfilled the accursed 'continuing education' his license required every couple of years. It really wasn't so bad and all the questions were multiple choice. He could always have just answered blindly until he got them correct. But Allister had been raised to be honest and to put actual effort into things. This just happened to be the sort of thing he struggled at.

He looked up at the clock that hung up on the living room wall, seeing that it read the same time as his laptop. Quarter past nine, meaning he'd been working away at these courses for the past two or so hours. Something like that, he hadn't really kept track. Allister sighed and placed his laptop onto the coffee table in front of the couch. "I think it's time for a break. Hey, a friend at work gave me a bottle of wine for the holidays. It's cheap, but why don't we have some?"

Despite it being mid-December already, Allister had to admit the house didn't give that impression. It was snowing heavily outside, sure. But inside were only a few small holly wreaths that he'd bought at a discount from the pharmacy on a whim. He hadn't actually thought to buy anything for the holiday season otherwise.

"Wine?" Wolfram seemed to think that over for a moment, then shrugged. "I suppose I'll try some."

"Oh. You haven't had wine before?" Wine and other drinks certainly seemed like a staple of fantasy worlds with magic and the like. But then again, Allister wondered if he should stop making assumptions about Wolfram's home based on YA novels.

"Not in particular, no. During my time studying, my peers occasionally invited me to join them for an evening of drinks during our own holidays or when there was something to celebrate. I preferred to stay to my studies, though."

Allister stood up from the couch, heading towards the kitchen. "So magic college had the kids who wanted to party and the ones who panicked for good exam scores. Sounds like normal boring college."

Wolfram followed, leaning against the kitchen counter with a playful smirk directed at Allister. "Who said I panicked over my exams?"

"Well, if you're such a genius," Allister said, reaching up into one of the cupboards for the wine bottle and a pair of glasses, "I may just have you do my math for me. I bet you'll love dilutions." He had to admit, he felt fancy pulling out the wine glasses. It wasn't every day Allister had an excuse for that.

Pouring some of the red wine into each of the glasses, Allister handed one off to Wolfram.

"Dilutions..." Wolfram stared into the wine as he muttered the word. "Mathematics regarding multiple liquids? I do believe we covered something of the sort in alchemical basics." He paused and took a tentative sip of the wine, then stared at it more as if studying it.

"What do you think?"

"I'm not certain how I feel about the taste."

"Well, that's fair. I doubt cheap gift wine is the best introduction to the stuff."

"I suppose it's fine eno - hic - ohh..." Wolfram grimaced with the sudden case of hiccups beginning.

"Oh geez, that didn't take much, huh?" Allister offered a sympathetic smile.

Wolfram stared at the glass of wine, eyes narrowing at it. "Appare - hic - apparently so... I'm not sold on the - hic - idea of alcohol thus far, Alli - hic - Allister."

Allister gently patted his poor, hiccuping boyfriend on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it, Fram. It's not everyone's thing anyway." He shrugged.

"Mm-hm... Is it - hic - really all that enj - hic - enjoyable to be intoxicated?"

"Hm... I mean, I guess?" Given that Allister hardly drank much at once, that wasn't the easiest question for him to answer, but he liked it well enough in the right context. Seeing that Wolfram was still studying the wine with something of a skeptical look, Allister offered, "You don't have to drink it if you don't like it, it's fine. Like I said, it's cheap stuff too."

It was Wolfram's turn to answer with a shrug as he said, "It's f - hic - fine. I'm not completely aga - hic - against the taste, so I'll see what I think of it."

"Oh." Allister was, admittedly, surprised. Wolfram wasn't completely disdainful of something that had so easily given him hiccups? That was unusual. "Well, how about we find something to watch for a bit before I get back to work?"

---

A glass of wine and some television later, Allister realized that getting back to work was... difficult. For one thing, he hadn't finished that math from earlier and was now facing down the dreaded dilutions. The alcohol may not have been helping with that. Then there was also the matter of Wolfram.

"Alli - hic - ster." Wolfram whined, draping his arms over Allister's shoulders. "Is the math - hic - done yet?" He leaned forward, resting his head against the back of Allister's neck.

"Still struggling with that part," Allister said. His attention drifted to the empty wine glass that Wolfram had left on the table. Was it a coincidence that Allister's sweetheart, now slightly red-faced in the cheeks, was acting clingier than usual? No, certainly not.

"Well, hurry up," Wolfram mumbled into the collar of Allister's shirt. "Finish up s - hic - so you can cuddle me."

Allister smiled, reaching a hand up to gently squeeze Wolfram's own. "I'd love to, Fram, but it's a bit difficult with you hanging onto me like that."

Wolfram pointed at the laptop. "Then gi - hic - ive it to me. I'll do it, let me - hic - see it."

"You know, I wasn't serious about having you do the dilutions, Fram."

"Allister, I'm - hic - smart, remember? Numbers are numbers even in a different world, I can - hic - do it." Without bothering to wait for an answer, Wolfram sat up and promptly stretched out to lay on his side across Allister's lap, reaching over to the laptop on the table.

"Fram, what are you -"

"It's fine, Allister, it's fi - hic - ine. I can do math," Wolfram muttered indignantly.

Allister sighed and relented, waiting as Wolfram stared at the text on the screen. Eventually, Wolfram rolled onto his back to look up at Allister. "How do I use this?"

"You know, Fram," Allister said, brushing a stray hair out of Wolfram's face, "I have to do a course on pharmacy law after this one too. I don't think you'll be able to help with that one so you're still going to be waiting a bit."

Wolfram pouted and crossed his arms. "Allister."

"What is it?"

"N - hic - o," Wolfram said, the single-syllable word mangled by his hiccups.

"You want to try that again?"

"I'm telling you no, Allister. You're do - hic - ing what you tell me not to do. You're going to ove - hic - overwork yourself, and I refuse to let you."

"I get it," Allister said, "but I have to do this stuff for work, Fra -"

Wolfram put a hand up over Allister's mouth. "Shush. You have ple - hic - nty of time to do this work, right? So I'll make you do more tomo - hic - tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, huh?" Allister mumbled, pushing Wolfram's hand aside with a hand of his own, fingers intertwining. Tomorrow sounded like a better time for the dilutions. "So that means cuddling now?"

Wolfram nodded. "I dema - hic - demand cuddles, Alli." Still lying on his back, he held out his arms up towards Allister expectantly.

Allister broke into a smile at that sight. "You're playful when you're tipsy, huh?"

"I never said I was - hic - tipsy. Oh, wait." Apparently having a sudden idea, Wolfram abruptly sat up. He brought his hands closer together and began to recite a spell - though, with his hiccups interrupting him, it took three or four times before he was able to successfully do so. Once he managed the spell without interruption, one of the small animal-like spirits formed in his hands and Wolfram smiled at Allister. "More warmth to sit with us."

"If we doze off, it's going to run off eventually and start causing trouble, won't it?"

Wolfram thought, looking back down at the currently rabbit-esque spirit. He shrugged and said in a dismissive tone, "It's fine, it's fi - hic - fine."

"Well, if it starts knocking stuff over later, you're the one who has to clean it up. Get over here, then," Allister said before leaning towards Wolfram and pulling him down to lie down on the couch.