#THE SHOW I STARTED WATCHING LIKE A WEEK AGO

[littelovelunette]

Ok PLEASE hear me out but Sevika x reader where Sevika does something really fucked up but she doesn't realize how bad it was and thinks reader is just ignoring her because she's being dramatic and bcs they're both stubborn they don't talk for weeks until Sevika is sick of it and rants to Ran probably and she tells sev like "dude.. you fucked up bad bro" and since Sevika is just so desperate for r's attention she does the most dramatic apology every with flowers, all of r's fav stuff, probably even a hose Ran insisted on holding to make it look like she's in the rain (r notices and says hi to Ran) but um yk if you'd like ofc

Messy But She Tries

Contains angst

Toxic!Sevika x Fem!Reader

The night Sevika betrayed you was the night she proved she didn’t trust you.

It had started with an accusation—one she hadn’t even given you the dignity of hearing first.

Instead, you had walked into The Last Drop to find her sitting at a corner table, drink in hand, watching you like a predator waiting for you to step into the trap.

Her grey eyes had that cold, assessing gleam, the one she used when she was deciding whether or not to throw a punch.

“You got something you want to tell me?” she asked, low and even, but something in her tone made the hair on your arms rise.

“What?” you frowned, stepping closer.

She exhaled, shaking her head like she was disappointed.

“Word is, you’ve been talking to the wrong people. Piltover types. Enforcers.”

You froze. “What?”

Sevika leaned forward, flexing the fingers of her mechanical arm. “Funny, right? ‘Cause I could’ve sworn you weren’t that fucking stupid. But here we are.”

Your stomach turned. “You think I’d—”

“I think you’re gonna tell me the truth before I have to make you.”

And that was the moment. The moment you realized she had already made up her mind.

She wasn’t asking. She wasn’t looking for clarity. She had set a test, and in her mind, you had already failed.

It didn’t matter that you had never even looked at an Enforcer, let alone spoken to one. It didn’t matter that you had stayed at her side, through every close call, every late night, every fucking wound you’d patched up after her fights.

None of it mattered.

“Wow,” you laughed, but it wasn’t funny. It was hollow. Bitter. “So this is what you think of me?”

Sevika didn’t flinch. “I think I need to be careful about who I trust.”

You clenched your jaw. You could see it in her face—the way she was already shutting down, closing herself off like this was just another job.

Another problem she had to eliminate.

“Then don’t,” you said, your voice quiet. “If you think so little of me, don’t trust me. But just so you know, you can take all those allegations of me, stick them up where the sun don't shine. I am done.”

For a second, just a second, you thought she might say something else. That she might take it back. But instead, she picked up her drink and took another slow sip, watching you over the rim.

Cold. Detached. Like she didn’t care.

Like you didn’t matter.

You walked out.

And she let you.

The first few days were the worst.

You kept expecting her to show up. To stop by your place, lean in the doorway with that cocky smirk, and say something half-assed that wasn’t quite an apology but was close enough to mean she wanted things to be okay.

But she never came.

You used to complain about how she smelled like cigar smoke and metal, how her body heat was too much sometimes—but now?

Now the bed felt too big. Too empty.

And she?

She was fine.

“Shit,” Sevika muttered under her breath, slamming her glass onto the bar.

“You’re in a mood tonight,” Ran drawled from her spot beside her. She leaned back, arms crossed, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. “Let me guess. This have anything to do with that poor girl you ran off a few weeks ago?”

Sevika exhaled sharply through her nose. “Not talking about it.”

“Uh-huh.” Ran took a slow sip of her drink. “Funny, ‘cause you sure as hell won’t shut up about not talking about it.”

Sevika shot her a glare, but Ran just grinned.

"Look, I'm sick of ignoring her," Sevika finally admitted, rolling her drink between her fingers. “But I’m not crawling back, either.”

Ran snorted. “Dumbass, that’s exactly what you need to do.”

Sevika scowled.

“You accused her of snitching,” Ran reminded her, as if she needed the fucking recap.

“Your GIRLFRIEND! The one who’s had your back since day one. And then, instead of fixing it, you let her walk away. So yeah, sweetheart, if you want her back, you ARE crawling. And you’re gonna do it big.”

Sevika groaned, rubbing her face. “I don’t do ‘big gestures.’”

Ran leaned in, smirking. “Then I guess you won't get her back.”

“…What the hell am I supposed to do?”

Ran grinned. “Oh, I’ve got a few ideas.”

When you heard the doorbell ring, you hadn't expected to see Sevika standing on the other side of the door. But you didn't open the door. Instead, you asked from the other side.

“What do you want?” You asked, arms crossing over your chest.

“Open the door,” Sevika said, voice calculated and calm.

“Can you just fuck off already?” you hissed venomously.

“Not unless you hear me out,” Sevika said, her voice now had an undertone of plea, you could hear that she was genuine so you reluctantly opened the door.

You froze when you saw Sevika holding a fat bouquet of your favourite flowers, they looked so fresh and almost heavenly.

“I'm sorry?” Sevika held up the bouquet alongside a huge box of your favourite chocolates, a few shopping bags were dangling from her wrist.

The biggest grin broke on your lips, you giggled, “This is all for me?”

“Mhm,” Sevika gave you the bouquet which you took a whiff of.

“Fresh,” you smiled up at her, “Thank you,” you said shyly before you frowned a little seeing the sprinkles of water as if it was raining.

You squinted over Sevika's shoulder seeing Ran standing in a distance, she was holding a hose of water towards the sky. Ran waved.

You laughed softly, waving back.

“Does that mean I'm forgiven?” Sevika grumbled.

“Of course,” you hugged her which she gladly returned.

[willowsnook]

halfway to always pt. 2

quinn hughes x sharks!reader

pt. 1 here

tags: @hockeybabe87 @enjoymyloves @freyathehuntress @onlyreadz @how-what-why-huh @1loverc @stormsies

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It had been a couple of months since your trip out to the lake and you had thrown yourself into work, trying to forget about the oldest Hughes' brother who had left an imprint on your heart. So far it was going well, mostly because Will and Macklin hadn’t been there to harass you about it. They both went home for the rest of summer break and were just now coming back for training camp. 

You had plans to meet them at their place when they both got back, and after finally logging off for the day, you made your way over. 

“Y/N!” Will yelled as he opened the door, quickly pouncing on you. “I missed you so much.” 

“I missed you too,” you said into his chest. “My life has been so boring.”

“Of course it has,” Macklin said, coming from out of his room. “We are the most important people in your life.” 

“I’m about to replace you though,” you teased, setting down your stuff in the kitchen. “I meet the new guys tomorrow.” 

Both of them glared at you, making you giggle. 

"You know I'm kidding," you reassured them, hopping up onto their kitchen counter. "So, tell me everything. How was the rest of your summer?"

They launched into stories about family trips and training regimens, Will showing you pictures on his phone while Macklin demonstrated some new workout move he'd learned. You smiled, realizing how much you'd truly missed their chaotic energy.

"What about you?" Will asked finally. "Did you do anything fun after Michigan?"

You shrugged. "Just work, mostly. Helped with rookie camp prep, went home to see my parents for a weekend."

"That's it?" Macklin frowned. "Please tell me you at least went on a date or something."

You rolled your eyes. "No, I did not go on a date.”

You pulled out a bottle of wine from your bag, uncorking it while Will leaned against the counter, watching you with a suspicious expression. "So... have you talked to Quinn at all?"

Your movements faltered for just a second before you recovered, reaching for glasses in the cabinet. "A little. Just texting here and there."

It wasn't exactly a lie. You and Quinn had exchanged messages sporadically since the lake trip—casual check-ins that carefully avoided any mention of what had happened between you. The last text had been over a week ago, a simple "good luck with training camp" from you, followed by his "thanks, you too" reply.

"Just texting?" Macklin pressed, raising an eyebrow.

You sighed, pouring three generous glasses of wine.

“Look,” you started. “We had fun at the lake. But it was just the lake. I’m back to the real-world again.” 

“But you guys are so perfect together,” Macklin complained. 

“I was with him for less than a week,” you argued back and Will rolled his eyes. 

“Love at first sight,” he said and you snorted, even Macklin letting out a little laugh. 

“I’m busy with work anyways, so it’s going to be okay,” you said firmly. You turned around to grab your phone and both boys shared a look, an idea already forming. 

Step 1: Investigation Time

“Did you see Quinn’s post?” Will asked while you were both out on a morning walk before he had to be at the facility. 

“I did not,” you replied, amused. The boys could not leave the idea of you and Quinn alone which was adorable but like you’d told them earlier: there wasn’t anything to it. You had kissed a lot of boys in your lifetime - it didn’t always have to mean something. There was no reason to even let your mind entertain the idea. 

“You made it,” he said, trying to contain his excitement. “It’s a summer recap.”

Leaning over his shoulder, you looked at this specific picture. It was of Quinn at the grill and you next to him, holding a plate of food. It was a sweet picture, and you made a mental note to screenshot it later to keep for memories. 

“Very nice Will,” you commented and he beamed. 

“You too look so good together,” he said and you snorted. 

“Not giving this up?” You teased and he shook his head. 

“You were so into him on the trip,” he said. “I want to see you happy.”

“I am happy Will,” you said. “I don’t need a man to be happy.” 

"I know," Will said, more serious than you'd expected. "I just think you guys had something real. And maybe it's worth exploring."

You sighed, watching the morning light filter through the trees as you walked. "Even if there was something there, what would be the point? He lives in Vancouver. I live here. Both of us have demanding careers that keep us in those places."

"Long distance?" Will suggested.

You laughed, but it came out hollow. "For what? A connection we felt after knowing each other for a few days? That's not enough to build something on."

Will fell silent for a moment, considering your words. "You know, I've never seen you light up around anyone the way you did with him."

The observation hit you harder than you expected, and you quickened your pace slightly. "I'm not having this conversation anymore."

"Fine," Will conceded, jogging away. “Then I’m not buying you coffee.” 

“You promised,” you complained, jogging after him. 

Meanwhile, Macklin and Jack were working on Quinn.  

“Hey man what’s up?” Quinn said, answering his phone. 

“Just wanted to call before the season started,” Macklin said. 

“Getting a little nervous?” Quinn asked. 

“I feel like the pressure is way up this year for me,” Macklin admitted. 

“It feels like that for everyone their second year,” Quinn told him. “Especially because of how well you did last year. Just stay focused. You have good people supporting you.”

Macklin saw his segway and took it, “Yeah I do. I don’t know what I would do without Will and Y/n. You remember her?”

Quinn rolled his eyes before answering, “I know what you’re doing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Macklin replied, feigning innocence. “Just wondering if you guys had talked since the lake.” 

“I’m sure you can ask her that,” Quinn said, avoiding the question. 

"I'm asking you though," Macklin pressed.

"We've texted a bit," Quinn finally admitted, his voice carefully neutral. "Just checking in."

"That's it? Just checking in?" Macklin asked, clearly disappointed.

Quinn sighed, running a hand through his hair as he paced around his living room. "What do you want me to say, Mack? That I think about her all the time? That I wish things were different? None of that changes the reality."

"Which is?"

"You know which is. She's in San Jose. I'm in Vancouver. We both have careers that keep us in those cities."

"People do long distance all the time," Macklin countered.

Quinn let out a humorless laugh. "Based on what? A week together? A kiss? That's not enough to build something real on."

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Macklin spoke again, his voice sincere. "I know it's none of my business, but Y/n is important to me. And I haven’t seen her act like that around someone literally ever. I’m just floating the idea that maybe you could figure something out.” 

“We’ll see,” Quinn said shortly before hanging up.

Jack and Luke had flown to Vancouver the week before the season started to see their oldest brother. It was a short trip, but they played some rounds of golf and had plenty of time to relax before they wouldn’t see each other for a bit. 

The night before they were heading back to New Jersey, they were out to dinner when Jack started his subtle inquiry, already proud of himself for not bringing up y/n yet this weekend. 

“So, you guys play the Sharks in a couple of weeks?” Jack asked casually and Luke instantly snorted. Quinn looked up from his phone, giving his brother a pointed look. 

“That’s usually how a hockey season works,” Quinn shot back. “Conspiring with Macklin now are you?”

Jack huffed, “I’m just making conversation. Just wondering if you have any plans to see anyone after the game or anything.” 

“Not as of right now,” Quinn replied honestly. “We haven’t really spoken since the beginning of training camp.” 

“Hmm,” Jack replied. 

Quinn paused, setting his fork down and giving his brothers a serious look. "Look, I appreciate that you guys care, but this isn't helping. Y/n and I had a connection, yes. But sometimes timing just doesn't work out."

"But—" Jack started.

"No," Quinn cut him off firmly. "I don't want to talk about this anymore. Not everything has a neat resolution, okay?"

The finality in his tone silenced both his brothers. Luke shot Jack a warning glance, and the subject was dropped for the remainder of dinner.

Step 2: The Setup

Will's phone buzzed with a text from Jack: "Operation reunite stubborn idiots is a go. Quinn just landed in San Jose."

Will nudged Macklin, showing him the message. They shared a conspiratorial smile before turning their attention back to you. You were sitting across from them in the players’ lounge, a few hours before the game tonight. 

“So,” Will cleared his throat and your head snapped up. “What are you doing after the game?” 

Your eyes narrowed, “I was planning on just going home but i’m getting the feeling that you are going to drag em to something.” 

“Toff rented out this bar for his birthday tonight,” Will said. “So you should come because it’s his birthday and you know him.”

You did know Toff, you knew every player but you weren’t really that acquainted with him. “Did he ask that I be there?” 

“Just come y/n,” Macklin said exasperated. “You need to get out of the house.”

“Fine,” you said, rolling your eyes. You missed seeing the boys bump each other’s fists under the table, turning your attention back to your phone. 

The Canucks steamrolled the Sharks, but the boys still had a good game, so you were pleased by that. You had changed in your office from your business clothes to just a plain white tank top and jeans and now were waiting by the players’ entrance. 

“Hey stranger,” a voice called out and you froze. Quinn was giving you a small smile as he walked towards you and you couldn’t help but grin. 

“Hi,” you greeted him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He held on to you for a second too long and your heart was racing at the physical contact. 

“I’m looking for Will and Macklin actually, have you seen them?” Quinn asked he pulled back. 

“Funny, I’m looking for them too,” you said, and the pieces started to click together. Both of your phone buzzed at the same time and you looked down to see what Will had said. 

WS: Sorry guys, we caught a ride with someone else. I’m sure you can carpool to the bar tho. Bye!!!

You groaned as Quinn shook his head. “Relentless,” you muttered. 

“Tell me about it,” Quinn mused. “Guess I’ll follow you.” 

You chatted about the game as you walked to the car, Quinn filling you in on how the team was looking so far and you telling him about the new rookies. The way conversation fell so naturally it was like you were at the lake just last week. 

"So," you finally said as you pulled into the parking lot, "how long are the boys going to keep this up?"

Quinn chuckled, running a hand through his still-damp hair. "Knowing Jack, probably until one of us gets married."

You laughed, though the comment sent an unexpected flutter through your chest. "Will and Macklin are just as bad. They've been not-so-subtly bringing you up for weeks."

"Same with Jack and Luke," Quinn admitted. "I think they're all in a group chat about it."

As you walked toward the bar entrance, Quinn's hand brushed against yours—perhaps accidentally, perhaps not. Neither of you acknowledged it, but seeing how packed the bar was, you slipped your hand into his, not wanting to lose him on the way to wherever Will and Macklin were. His hand tightened around yours and it was the first thing the boys looked at when you emerged from the crowd, both lighting up. 

You dropped Quinn’s hand as you reached the table, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“I waited for you guys for 20 minutes,” you said. 

“Sorry y/n, Eklund insisted we come with him,” Macklin said innocently. Quinn snorted from behind you, shaking his head. 

“Whatever, I’m getting a drink,” you muttered, leaving them all behind for the bar. 

Quinn watched you weave through the crowd toward the bar, then turned to fix Will and Macklin with a stern look. "Subtle, guys. Really subtle."

Macklin shrugged,. "Did it work though?"

"Did what work?" Quinn asked, though he knew exactly what they were getting at.

"Come on," Will groaned. "You two were holding hands!"

"So I wouldn't lose her in the crowd," Quinn explained, though the excuse sounded weak even to his own ears.

Macklin and Will exchanged knowing glances. "Right," Macklin drawled. "That's definitely it."

Quinn sighed, leaning against the table. "Look, I appreciate what you guys are trying to do, but it's complicated."

"It's really not," Will argued. "You like her, she likes you. What's complicated about that?"

Quinn ran a hand through his hair. He really was starting to wear down when it came to that question. Seeing you again had reignited what he felt at the lake, and he was running out of excuses to at least not give it a try. 

You came back a little later, wordlessly handing Quinn a beer before sitting down next to Will. Quinn ended up getting pulled away by some other guys he was friends with, and your table was joined by a couple of WAGs that you were somewhat friends with. You didn’t really hang out with most of them, but the ones who sat with you were around the same age as you, so it was an easy friendship. 

A couple of hours went by and you were caught up in a conversation with Carl Berglund when you felt a presence behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see Quinn, looking between you and Carl, his jaw tightening. 

“Hey man, good to see you,” Carl said reaching out his hand, unaware of the tension. 

“You too,” Quinn said shortly, shaking it. Carl looked between the two of you before smirking and raising his beer. 

“Nice talking to you y/n, i’ll see you later,” he said before walking to join another conversation. You turned to Quinn amused. 

“What was that about?” You asked. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said nonchalantly, looking anywhere but you. 

You raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on your lips. "You're a terrible liar, Quinn Hughes."

He sighed, finally meeting your eyes. "Fine. I didn't like seeing you with him."

"With Carl?" you asked, genuinely surprised. "We were just talking."

"I know," Quinn admitted, taking a swig of his beer. "Doesn't mean I have to like it."

The jealousy in his voice sent a thrill through you that you tried to ignore. You stepped closer to him, lowering your voice. "You don't get to be jealous when you won't even admit there's something here."

His eyes darkened as they held yours. "Who says I won't admit it?"

Your heart skipped a beat. "You've had months to do something about it."

"So have you," he countered.

The admission hung between you, charged with everything left unsaid from the summer. You set your drink down, suddenly feeling too warm.

"Want to get some air?" you asked quietly.

Quinn nodded, following as you weaved through the crowd toward the back exit. The cool night air was a relief after the stuffy bar, and you took a deep breath, leaning against the brick wall.

"So," you started, looking up at the stars rather than at him.

"So," he drawled out. “I can’t get you out of my head.” 

You were surprised by the admission, turning to face him fully as he stared into your eyes. 

“I could say the same thing,” you admitted quietly. Neither of you said anything for a bit, just taking in one another’s presence. 

“What do we have to do to make this work?” He asked, breaking the silence. 

You sighed, leaning back against the wall before answering truthfully, “I don’t know.” 

He moved in front of you, bringing one hand to rest on your waist and your breath hitched at the contact. 

"I know it might be ridiculous," Quinn murmured, his thumb tracing small circles on your waist, "to feel this strongly about someone I've spent so little time with. But I can't stop thinking about what could happen if we just... tried."

Your heart raced as he leaned closer, his forehead almost touching yours. "What are you suggesting?"

"I'm suggesting we stop making excuses," he said, his voice low and certain. "We play each other four times this season. I have the All-Star break, you have holidays. There are bye weeks and off-days. We have phones. We have FaceTime. Vancouver to San Jose is a two-hour flight."

You closed your eyes, letting his words wash over you. The practical part of your brain wanted to list all the reasons why this was complicated—the distance, your careers, the logistics—but another part of you, the part that had been daydreaming about him for months, was tired of being practical.

“We can try,” you finally said and a small smile broke out across his face. He inched his head closer, pressing his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. Your hand travelled up to his hair, pulling him deeper into you and he pressed you harder against the wall as his mouth moved against yours. When you finally pulled apart, breathless, his eyes were dark with wanting.

"I've been thinking about doing that again since the lake," he admitted, his thumb tracing your lower lip.

You smiled against his touch. "Me too."

The door to the bar swung open suddenly, spilling light and noise into the alleyway. Will stood there, his eyes widening as he took in the scene before him.

"Finally!" he exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air before disappearing back inside, presumably to tell Macklin and you groaned, resting your head against Quinn’s shoulder. 

“I’m sure i’ll get a cryptic text from Jack soon,” Quinn muttered and you giggled, bringing your lips up to his once more. 

“Worth it.”

[typingtess]

Deeks and Rosa were sitting in a waiting room while Rosa's immigration lawyer was dealing with some paperwork snafu before her interview with her immigration case worker. Deeks was in a suit and tie, Rosa in a lovely blue Calvin Klein dress Kensi found on sale at Macy's. Kensi was at Camp Pendleton testifying in a trial. She was waiting for his text.

"I found your wedding album while I was helping Kensi cleaning her box called 'stuff'," Rosa told Deeks as they waited.

"Our anniversary is next week. It's good to know it survived the move two-years ago."

"That's why Kensi was cleaning up her 'stuff' boxes in the garage. Part of her anniversary gift to you."

"Part?" Deeks was really interested now. "Oh, tell me the other part. I can fake being surprised."

"Where's the fun in that? Just be surprised."

"Please." Deeks pled.

"No. I'm staying out of this."

"You're in. You know what Kensi is getting me, tell me and we're all even."

"To be even, you'd have to tell me what you're getting Kensi."

"Well, it's a surprise." And Rosa was a part of part of it. He booked a Mother's Day spa weekend at Two Bunch Palms in Palm Springs for Kensi and Rosa. He also got the annual Moshe call after Valentine's Day with a good price for some piece of jewelry that didn't move. This year it was dangly earrings with diamonds. "So if you won't share, you'll get nothing and like it."

"'Caddyshack'."

"See, you are catching up on all the good movies. Next Friday, I say we do 'Clueless'."

"I wouldn't mind watching 'Bend Like Beckham' again."

"Again? You have it on Hulu all the time."

"Because it's great."

"You'll like 'Clueless'. Kensi loves 'Clueless'."

"The way she loves '13 Going on 30'?" Rosa asked.

"Kensi doesn't love anything the way she loves '13 Going on 30'."

"That's not true, she loves you more than that movie," Rosa had a big smile. "She showed me all the pictures in the wedding album. Told me about what happened that day."

"It was a day."

"She looked beautiful. You looked handsome in your tuxedo. Mandy was so pregnant."

"The only weird thing that didn't happen in that wedding and reception was Mandy going into labor. She held that off for three more days."

"Why did your Mom wear black?"

"It was a much better dress than the purple one she originally bought. Deep v-neck, open back and the dress ended about halfway down her thigh. It was a lot."

"Julia looked beautiful."

"Yes she did. Not as beautiful as her daughter…"

"Did you know you'd always marry her?"

"No, we needed to work through some things but once we did, I knew she was my last girlfriend and my only wife."

"That's romantic in a very strange way."

"Please put that on my tombstone, 'He was romantic in a very strange way.'"

"Don't talk like that." Rosa looked at her hands for a second. "Do you think Gregory can fix the paperwork problems."

"I haven’t heard any yelling so Gregory is likely making progress." Deeks saw Gregory T. Coates III, immigration lawyer to the stars who does some pro-bono work for Los Angeles uniformed services members, military and those involved in education, making a bee-line to them.

"Those fu…..fools finally got the paperwork right," Gregory said as he sat next to Rosa. "Your interview will start in a few minutes. All the letters of recommendation are in, your school records are up to date, including your first round of SATs. You're in a very good place, Rosa. Go in, be yourself, be calm and remember, Kensi, Marty and I are all here to fight for you. You be you and you'll be great, kid."

"Thank you," Rosa smiled.

"You," he pointed to Deeks. "Keep your mouth shut. It's her show. You answer questions directly asked to you. Don't be cute, don't be funny, don't be…"

"Don't be me." Deeks was not offended.

"You can be you the minute this is over and you're taking me to dinner."

"Rosa Diaz," an assistant walked up to the three of them. "We're ready for you."

Deeks gave Rosa a peck on the cheek. "And you're ready for them." The three walked to the interview room with the assistant. Deeks didn't think he'd spend the Friday before his anniversary in an immigration office but there was no place else he'd rather be.

It’s a love s t o r y! - Densi Wedding

ncisla

[agentstarkid]

MAKING ME COME (TO MY SINFUL SENSES) ✦ DR3

✦ DEBRIEF: As the lines between teasing and desire blurred, you couldn’t resist him any longer.

✦ TRACK LIMITS: Mature content (18+) — Minors do not interact!

✦ CHECKERED FLAG: 488 words (she a shawty)

✦ MAY'S RADIO: what can i say, the horniness is at an all time high today—somebody needs to take these prompts away from me 😩

✦ DIALOGUE PROMPT

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The tension had been building all week. It started on that Sunday night when you decided to go out and celebrate your friend's victory, thinking you'd finally let go, enjoy a carefree night. But then he showed up—his subtle glances, lingering touches, and the undeniable pull between you both that neither of you dared to name. It escalated quickly, until you found yourself here, in a high-end hotel room, three floors above your own.

Now, in the dim glow of a quiet hotel room in a city that wasn't yours, the air between you buzzed with electricity, raw and untamed.

Daniel smirked, arms crossed as he leaned against the dresser, watching you with that insufferable glint in his eyes. “Oh, shut up,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at whatever teasing remark he’d just thrown your way.

“You shut up,” he shot back, stepping closer.

“Make me.”

His grin turned wicked. “Okay,” he murmured, voice dropping, “but you might moan a little.”

The air between you was thick—too heavy, too charged with something neither of you wanted to name. You should have left. You should have walked out that door a while ago. But Daniel was standing too close, looking at you like he already knew every single thought racing through your mind. Like he could still feel you on his skin.

"Truth is… you want me," he murmured, his voice low and edged with something dark. His fingers trailed lazily down your arm, igniting a shiver in their wake. "I was inside you. I’ve tasted you." He leaned in, his lips ghosting over your skin, eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. "That’s a truth you’ll never escape."

You hated how effortlessly he unraveled you—how the mere memory of his hands, his mouth, still burned against your skin. And then there was his nose, the one with that perfect bump, dragging along your most sensitive places, reverent and unrelenting. He wielded it like a weapon of worship, pressing, nuzzling, teasing—knowing exactly how to turn you into a trembling mess with nothing but the sharp edge of his desire and the way he knew your body better than he should.

“Fuck you,” you whispered, but it came out weak.

Daniel smirked, inching even closer. “You already did, sweetheart. And I think we both know—you’ll do it again.”

Your breath hitched, but you refused to let him see how much his words affected you. You tried to push him away, but his hands were already on your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space between you, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured, voice low and heated. “Not by a long shot.”

The way he said it sent a shiver through your entire body, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was anything but innocent.

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[zixulogy]

All along, baby

Pairing: Se-mi × Reader

A slow-burn romance with best friends, unspoken feelings, missed opportunities and a fear of losing each other. Themes of heartbreak, self-discovery, and the bittersweet knowledge that love was there all along courses through it.

Note: This story is a work of creative writing based on my real-life events. Names, characters and details have been changed for privacy and storytelling purposes. Any similarity to actual persons, is purely coincidental.

Word count: 971

Heartbreak looks ugly on you.

Se-mi doesn’t actually say it, but she thinks it every time she sees you hunched in a ball on her couch, swaddled in a blanket like a butterfly in a cocoon, staring blankly at the ceiling. Your eyes are rimmed with red, your throat hoarse from all the crying you pretend not to be doing. It’s been weeks since the breakup, and while you’re getting better, there are still nights you show up at her door, looking lost.

And every time, no questions asked, she opens the door for you.

“You know,” you mumble one night with your head on her shoulder, “if you were my girlfriend, I think I’d be over this heartbreak thing by now.”

Se-mi scoffs, drinking another gulp of her beer. “Please. You'd be just as annoying.”

“You love me,” you say, poking her in the side.

“Debatable.”

You smile, and for the first time in a long time, it’s real. Se-mi tries to ignore how her stomach flips.

It’s after that, that you start calling her baby.

At first, it’s only a joke—something for you to toss carelessly, something for you to get lighthearted with when there is a big heavy weight in your chest. You say it with whimsy when she brings you your favorite snacks, melodrama when she picks up your calls at midnight, chortling when she rolls her eyes.

“You’re such a clingy,” she says one afternoon, but she doesn’t pull away when you put your arm through hers.

“Hush, baby,” you hummed, patting her head.

She stares at you, but she doesn’t tell you to stop.

Months go by and you begin to heal. The cracks in you are still there, but they’ve lost their depth. You begin laughing more, going out more, and eventually you stop showing up at her doorstep with heartbreak in your eyes. Se-mi reminds herself that this is a good thing.

And then one day she learns you’re dating someone new.

Someone else tells her first—one of your mutual friends, mentioning it casually over dinner. “Did you know? Yeah, just a couple weeks ago. They seem happy.”

Happy.

Se-mi acts like it doesn’t bother her. She smiles, nods, plays along as if that’s just another piece of information, nothing to see here. But later that night, when she sees you uploading pictures with your new girlfriend, all soft smiles and twisted fingers, something inside her grips.

She insists to herself that it’s nothing.

She doesn’t like you.

She never has.

Right?

But then she feels it the way you look at her—your new girlfriend—the same way you used to look at her when you were sad and needed her to lean onto for comfort. She knows how you call her baby now, the way you laugh at her texts the same way you used to laugh at Se-mi’s. And it hits her like a sucker punch—an ugly, twisting realization.

She misses you.

No, worse.

She wants you.

But it’s too late.

She watches, swallowing down the bitter taste in her mouth, pretending that all is well. She stops responding as promptly, stops calling you as regularly. And you notice.

“Are you avoiding me?” you say one day, cocking your head at her.

“No,” she lies.

You don’t press further. You simply nod but something hangs in your face—a feeling like disappointment.

You don’t hear back for weeks, and then suddenly you and your girlfriend split.

Se-mi doesn’t want the details.

She doesn’t call, doesn’t knock on your door with ice cream and bad movies as she did the last time. Because this time she doesn’t know if she’s allowed to.

And then you and Se-mi stop talking for the first time in months.

The silence stretches. Days turn into weeks.

She tells herself to move on. That she’s being ridiculous. That she doesn’t even know what she wants.

But then she runs into you again—randomly, unexpectedly, at some coffee shop you both used to frequent. You look the same and you look different all at once—calmer, maybe, but tired in such a way that she wonders if you miss her, too.

She hesitates. For as long as she simply watches you, fingers wrapped tight around her cup, weighing whether she should turn around and leave.

But she’s tired of running.

Now she doesn’t think twice.

She marches right up to you and says, “I like you.”

You blink at her, surprised. “Se-mi-”

“I should’ve told you earlier,” she interjects, a flurry of nerves, hands tight. “I didn’t think I did. I thought I was just being your friend, but then you went and started calling someone else baby, and it was like—like my brain finally figured out what my heart already knew.” She exhales sharply. “I like you. I have for a long time.”

You stare at her, silent.

Seconds drag, and for the first time Se-mi is really, truly scared.

Then you laugh, a low laugh, and shake your head. “You’re an idiot.”

Se-mi frowns. “Excuse me-”

You move near enough that your fingers graze hers and she freezes. “I think … I think I knew,” you say quietly. “But guess what, I didn’t want to push you. I didn’t want to lose you.”

Her breath catches.

She doesn’t know what to say.

But then you squeeze her hand, hesitantly but resolutely, and that is enough.

It takes time.

You take your time, you don’t go all in on something too quickly. You move slowly—figuring it out, negotiating the shift from camaraderie to something deeper.

But one day, when you are sitting next to her, fingers intertwined idly, you lean into her and tend to whisper, Baby.

And this time when she rolls her eyes, she’s smiling.

Because she no longer needs to pretend.

She’s yours.

And you are hers.

Author’s Note: Love, timing and heartbreak are tricky things. Often, you don’t know how important someone is to you until you lost them. This is a story about missed opportunities, self-discovery and the bravery it takes to finally speak your truth. It reflects on love being something that happens slowly, the bittersweet agony of watching someone be ready to move on long before you.

This is for anyone who has ever loved a friend in silence, hesitated out of fear, or shown up too late. Love doesn’t always look and feel the way we might think it should, but when it’s real, it will come home.

[rafescherie]

after your encounter with pogue!rafe, he can't get you off his mind. deciding to settle things once and for all, he shows up to your house, unannounced, to try to resolve everything.

salt in the sugar bowl miniseries | part one - part two - you are currently on part three |

cherie's note — this series was so much fun to write (◜ᴗ◝). while this is the end to the miniseries, i will continue to write and accept requests for pogue!rafe. thank you for all the love!

you knew he was there before you saw him.

the air outside was too still, too thick. the kind of quiet that wasn't really quiet at all — like something waiting to be shattered.

and then, like clockwork, you spotted him.

parked across the street, beside your own vehicle, he leaned against the side of his truck, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. the shadows made a mess of him, carving out sharp edges and dark hollows, but you could recognize him from anywhere.

rafe cameron.

his face, illuminated now by the amber orange hue from the fire burning his stick, he was watching you. as if it wasn't bad enough you could feel it from where you stood, meters away, his eyes were dark as he watched you approach your vehicle.

you inhaled through your nose, exhaled slow.

you weren't going to stop. you weren't going to ask why he was here. that was the game, wasn't it? ignore him, pretend it doesn't make your heart stutter, pretend like something in you doesn't still recognize him even now, even despite unnerving presence inside of your usually quiet neighborhood.

you moved toward you car, he moved too.

just a step forward, nothing more. a shift in weight, an acknowledgement, the kind of silent understanding that made your pulse flicker.

your grip on your keys tightened. "waiting for someone?'

he exhaled slow, the smoke leaving his lips in a lazy stream. "yeah."

your stomach twisted, though you knew the answer before you even asked. "...who?"

his eyes flicked up to meet yours. steady. heavy.

"you."

his voice sent something cold curling down your spine, but you didn't let it show. instead, you gripped your keys a little tighter, tilting your head. "if you've got something to say, just say it."

"got nothing to say, sweetheart." he replies, his lips connecting with the cigarette once more, the inhale of smoke sharp in the air.

you huffed a quiet laugh, shaking your head in disbelief as you pulled open your car door. "well, you're parked outside my house like a fucking stalker, so yeah, maybe you do."

there's a beat of silence between you now. the air is thick with the stench of cigarettes, a habit you had worked so hard to help him get over when you were still together, now down the drain it seemed. that wasn't your concern anymore — respectfully, none of your business.

"your boyfriend doesn't pick you up?" he questions, pressing the cigarette against his lips.

"he doesn't have a truck," you speak over a whisper, turning your attention away. "besides, wasn't a good match. i haven't spoken to him in days."

relief washes over his tense body, the first good news in weeks. despite the words shocking any other normal person, rafe feels a sense of encouragement take place within his brain, suddenly at ease.

he clears his throat, "look we... we need to talk about what... what happened."

you cross your arms over your chest, staring at the man with those same curious, doe-eyes he had fallen in love with so many weeks ago.

"i have somewhere i need to be, rafe." you sigh out. his timing always seemed to be impeccable, truly.

he studied you for a second too long, his gaze dragging over you like he was memorizing something. the forced laugh that he exerts at the bluntness makes your pulse quicken, the scuffing sounds of his boot louder in the mess of tension.

"nah," he starts, rubbing his jaw, "y'not going anywhere for a bit, 'least not till i'm done talking with you."

you swallow hard. instead, you stand there, hovering in the small space between your car and the door, like a deer caught in the headlights.

"if you came here to play games, rafe, i don’t have time for it." you retort.

the corner of his mouth twitched, but he didn't smile. a sharp exhale falls from his nose, fingers digging frustratingly into the palm of his own hands.

"y'think i came here to play?"

something in the way he said it made your breath catch.

your own fingers twitched around your keys, "what else would it be?"

his jaw ticked, and before you could take another breath, he took a step closer. not enough to touch, but enough that the space between you suddenly felt suffocating.

"you really think i'd waste my time if i didn't need to see you?"

his words knocked the wind out of you more than you wanted to admit.

you inhaled, gaze flickering away — anywhere but his eyes. "you don't need anything from me, rafe."

"that right?" his voice was lower now, quieter, like he was testing the waters.

you didn't answer. the silence lingered in the air for far too long, neither of you daring to utter another word into the late night wind.

because the way he was looking at you — like he was trying to memorize every inch of you, like he was still trying to find the parts of himself he'd left in you — made your throat tighten.

his tongue darted out to wet his lips before he spoke again, "could've gone anywhere tonight," he chuckles dryly, "but i'm here."

"i don't know what you want me to say, ray."

he shakes his head lightly in disbelief, "don't need to say anything, angel. just need you to listen." his eyes meet yours again, searching for something — anything, familiar within them. "can you do that for me? or are you still pretending you don't care?"

you didn't want to accept — he had broken your heart once before, shamelessly at that, you didn't want to give him the opportunity to do it again. the last thing you wanted was for this man you loved so deeply to get your hopes up once more, just to completely break it all down in the end.

he takes your silence as approval, resting his hand on the open car door. there's hardly space between you now, the only divider being the metal car door you teeter inside of — the same car that had started all of this in the first place.

you were too good to him. even he can't fathom how good you are to him — despite all the shit he had put you through the last few weeks, here you were, waiting patiently for him to speak. you knew better, but curiosity got the best of you, like it always had.

he takes a deep breath, the air around him growing heavy with tension. "i shouldn't... i shouldn't have ended things the way i did."

oh?

not what you had expected to hear, but nonetheless, your heart skips a beat, your stomach twisting once more.

"what... what do you mean?" you question, unsure of yourself — timid.

his heart was racing as he watched you process what he had said. he wanted to keep going, wanted to just keep speaking and let it all out, but his mind went blank, and he found himself hesitating, trying to find the words.

rafe had never grown up in an environment where talking about your feelings was encouraged — not in a healthy way, calm and collected, like this conversation. nights spent listening to his parents argue had trained his young brain to become explosive, like his father. but he wanted to do better, he needed to do better — for you.

"i uh..." his voice broke slightly, "i mean... i made a mistake."

"a mistake?" you echo back, tilting your head to look at him, a puzzled look on your face.

he let out a slow sigh, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before flickering away again as he tried to get the words out.

"breaking up with you." he finally managed to confess, his voice gruff. "ending things. it was a mistake."

for the first time tonight, you're speechless. truly, speechless.

rafe didn't do apologies, or even admit he was wrong. his stubbornness and hotheadedness was an inherent trait of his personality — so it was beyond confusing to see him standing here, admitting he had fucked up.

he knew he had to keep going, he had to keep talking. now that he had started, he couldn't stop himself — and you didn't want him to. this had been the most clarity you had gotten in weeks.

"i shouldn't have ended it without talking to you," he continued, his jaw clenching. "should've just... tried to explain... instead i just..." his voice trails off as the guilt washes over him. he hated himself for the way he handled it, hated that he had made you think he didn't want you.

that was far from the truth. for the first time since being cut off from his cushioned life, living with his father, he had seen a purpose. a reason to keep going, despite the trouble, and the constant stress.

he shakes his head, dragging a hand against his short buzzed hair before continuing. "i didn't... i didn't want to end things, alright? just... just didn't know what else to do..."

you let out a shaky sigh, the words sending your stomach snapping at the confession.

the words settle between you, heavy and raw. the weight of his locutions settle like an invisible force. he watches you swallow, watching you blink up at him as if deciding whether or not to let him back in — whether or not to believe him.

the moonlight casts a silvery glow over your features, making you look almost unreal, like something out of a dream. or, maybe a memory — one he's spent too many nights trying to forget, only to end up right back here, drawn to you like the tide to the shore.

rafe exhales, staring at the girl before him like she might disappear if he blinks. you stand there, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, like you were holding something together. maybe your resolve. maybe your heart. maybe it was both. he swears he tried. tried to stay gone. tried to convince himself that you were better off. but the second he saw you again, walking into his auto shop, bounding in like nothing had changed, all the pretending fell apart.

the silence stretches, the night air thick with something fragile. then, finally, you exhale, shoulders slumping. like a weight released from your shoulders, the confession breaks down something within yourself — something that had been stirring for weeks.

"rafe..." his name is barely a whisper, but it's enough to make his heart stutter.

it wasn't an invitation. not yet. but it's not rejection either.

"i mean it," he says, voice steadier this time. "i tried staying away. i thought it'd be better for you. but i can't-" he shakes his head, stepping closer, blue eyes never leaving yours. "i can't do this without you."

your hand lingers against his chest, right over his heart, and he knows you can feel it hammering beneath your palm. you could pull away. you could walk away. and maybe, you should have. but you don't. instead, you stand there, watching him like you're searching for something — proof, maybe, this time is different. that he's different.

"you hurt me," you whisper.

he lifts a hand, hesitating before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers barely brushing against your sensitive skin. "i know."

your gaze snaps back to his. there's hesitation in your eyes, a guarded look he's never seen before — not from you. and god, it guts him.

another pause, then, softer, "don't do it again."

his heart stutters. when he looks at you, you're already watching him the same way he's watching you — like you're terrified, but hope is seeping in around the edges.

he nods, swallowing past the lump in his throat. "i won't."

your breath hitches, and for a long moment, neither of you move. slowly, you close your eyes, pressing your forehead against his.

and he begins to wonders what he could have possibly done in his past life that would merit meeting a girl like you, someone so sweet and gentle with him, despite all the turmoil.

and for the first time in a long time, rafe feels like maybe — just maybe — he's found his way back.

taglist — @maybankslover , @fastlovela

[mimikyuno]

are you the "if it's immoral irl, it's not okay to enjoy in fiction", "everything is allowed in fiction, because it's not real life", or the non-secret third thing? :thinking: emoji

i started typing the reply to this ask like 10 times bc i wanna be very careful about how i word this but basically i’m picking the secret third option lol

i have noticed that the debate around issues like this has become more and more polarised and black and white online which is uhm. not good. neither of the first two stances presuppose to actually tackle the alleged taboo topic from a critical perspective. like, why is X topic considered immoral? by whom? why did the author include this taboo topic? how is it presented in the media i am consuming? am i supposed to enjoy it, or feel repulsed by it, or something else? does this problematic topic have a narrative purpose? if so, is it presented well? is the narrative glorifying this topic? no?

some potentially triggering topics discussed under the cut

like, look at rgu!! the show has so many taboo topics (incest, grooming, csa, amongst others), and all these topics are brought into the plot to expose how the patriarchy oppresses and exploits kids and women to maintain the power balance. these topics were discussed and tackled graphically, but it was not in vain. it made rgu a very hard watch. after watching the episode where akio assaults utena, i literally felt so sick i started crying. i am still glad the show tackled these topics. did it always do so perfectly? no! is it then romanticising these topics and saying it’s “okay”? also no!!

this ask is about ave mujica episode 11 and my comments on it so here we go. i genuinely think it was a great episode - the parallels to tomori’s backstory episode (tomori open and showing us from her pov, uika/hatsune acting for us on stage), the acting, directing, stylistic choices, and overall settings and script were brilliant. i think that hatsune being related to sakiko adds so much depth to her character and her obsession with sakiko. it was always sick. the episode before the reveal, the authors made sure to show us how toxic and twisted uika’s obsession with sakiko is - she stole her stage clothes to make a mannequin and slept next to it, wrote obsessive lyrics fantasising about confining and weakening her. and sakiko was shown being uncomfortable with this and having to put on a cold facade to take responsibility for uika’s feelings.

and imo, ep 11 made it clear to me that hatsune/uika is just. so lost. “what is this obsession if not love” is the conclusion she came to. bc sakiko represents everything that uika has never had, everything that was taken from her just bc of who she was born to. she saw sakiko as this ideal princess in a castle, and that princess was kind to her. saw her and showed her love. but hatsune was pretending to be someone else. i remember reading an interview by the director of avemuji just a few weeks ago where he mentioned that uika was the only character who written without a real life inspiration; she’s a person whose whole identity is a mask, her character is more of a concept. and what better way to explore obsession and twistedness and lack of identity and alienation than by having her be the bastard child of a rich man belonging to a rich, powerful family, rejected since birth, living with a sister and a mother and foster father and feeling so different from all of them, obsessing over the legitimate grand daughter of the father who is hiding you like a secret?

the thing is it’s been annoying me how everyone is kinda losing their minds about this reveal when it was 1. hinted at, and 2. uisaki was never a cute wholesome ship lol like just till yesterday the whole fandom was joking about hatsune kidnapping and possibly harming sakiko. does that mean people who were joking about it think that it’s okay irl? i have been in fandom for like over 15 years now and im telling you a few years ago ave mujica would have already been cancelled for having hatsune be yandere-coded. but now toxic yuri is great but only when sanitized and readily available for consumption by as wide an audience as possible (yes im blaming tiktok and capitalism). BUT LIKE. man this show is so good 😭 and the reveal makes sense and was hinted at and it adds depth to the character 😭 and uisaki was always toxic 😭😭 and the show has shown us sakiko is not that comfortable with hatsune’s feelings anyway like 😭😭😭😭😭 AND THE INFORMATION WAS PRESENTED TO THE AUDIENCE TO MAKE US UNCOMFORTABLE!!! to make us go “OH SHIT THIS IS MESSED UP!” SO WHY ARE PEOPLE SO UPSET 😭😭

do i ship uisaki now? personally no, i’m just rly hoping for hatsune and sakiko to have a heart to heart and for sakiko to accept hatsune as family and heal the fucked up shit the togawa’s have going on. have hatsune finally become herself. but it just rubs me the wrong way that people are treating this reveal purely from a shipping perspective and assuming that bc hatsune has this unhealthy attachment to sakiko, then the show was condoning incest like literally no 😭 the past few episodes have been sakiko IGNORING hatsune’s existence and hatsune literally stopped existing in the narrative outside of sakiko’s gaze while sakiko chased after mutsumi 😭😭 PLEASE

i have sm to say about uisaki but this was about fiction so i’ll reiterate: secret third option (media literacy and critical thinking skills) 🥸

[divagrace]

Sewing Date

SoftRafe x SweetPoguePrincess

Summary: SweetPoguePrincess loves to sew. It’s something that she can actually afford to do, and it saves her money at stores. So she drags Rafe along and orders them to make matching patchwork sweatshirts.

Warnings: None! Just fluff

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Y/N was constantly sewing. It’s something her mother had taught her before she passed away, both by hand and machine. Now it’s something that she has carried on ever since.

Y/N would sew dresses, shirts, pants, tank tops, and even socks sometimes if she found a cute fabric. Even if she’s not making something from scratch, knowing how to hem things is a really handy skill. Her friends were always coming to her so she could help them fix a rip or hole in their clothes.

Rafe noticed very quickly that Y/N loved to sew. Every time they were at a store she would intently look at the stitching’s of clothes, or longingly stare at a pretty fabric.

It fascinates Rafe that anybody would even have the need to sew unless it was there job, but that’s just another thing that Rafe will have to come to understand about not just you, but Pogues in general. Not everybody has had clothes thrown into their arms since they were just little children.

Another thing Rafe will have to get used to, is all the little crafts and projects you drag him into. A few days ago, you made him paint you, while you painted him. Of course your painting came out spectacular, and his just looked like a warped human.

And a few weeks ago, you guys made tie blankets. A trend was floating around social media about them and you just had to join. Minutes after you told Rafe, the two of you were on your way to Hobby Lobby to pick out your fabric.

But now you are dragging him down to his dock so you guys can sit with your toes in the water while you make patchwork hoodies.

You were just going to buy a hoodies from Michael’s, but Rafe insisted on buying nicer ones from online. And with some negotiating, you agreed as long as he let you pick out the design and everything.

He was going to let you do that anyways but he won’t tell you that.

So now you guys are sitting on the dock, and Rafe is patiently listening to the instructions that you are giving him. But sometimes he ends up watching your mouth more than what you’re showing him with your hands.

“Rafe did you catch that last bit?” You ask him. You really know that he didn’t, but it’s fun to tease.

“Oh yeah for sure.” He lies smoothly through his teeth.

“Okay then it’s fine that I push you in the ocean right now?” You ask with a cocky smile plastered on your face. His eyes widen to the size of saucers. He scrambles up from his sitting position.

“What no! I lied I didn’t hear what you said.” He says quickly. All that you’re doing is laughing, hunched over from your once relaxed frame.

“I was just kidding.” You giggle before quickly stopping after seeing the death glare Rafe is shooting at you. But not even he can stop the smile from spreading to his face.

Once Rafe actually starts to concentrate, you guys have a wonderful time making your sweatshirts together.

Race sits quietly, while you talk and talk. About anything. He will sometimes add some words or give you some advice, but Rafe loves hearing you talk. So he lets you.

You guys finally finish your hoodies just as the sun is setting over the water. Well, you had finished a long time before Rafe. So while you were waiting for him, you started making him a shirt that says ‘I love my girlfriend’ on it.

Rafe couldn’t figure out what it would end up saying but you know that he’ll love it.

The last thing that you wanted to add before being done with the hoodies is a little patch right on the sleeve where your hand goes.

You take Rafe’s hoodie, and he takes yours, and you guys both stitch, “ps. I love you” on the hoodie.

It’s so adorable and even when he thought you wouldn’t notice, you caught Rafe running his finger over the patch with a small smile ghosting the corners of his mouth.

[suddencolds]

Hello!! I hope you're doing well!!

I'm that Korean reader who drew Yves&Vincent fan cartoons about a month ago! Thank you so much for loving the drawings I sent!🥰

Seeing you like it so much gave me a lot of strength.🥹🥹

This is another fan cartoon from the <Foreign home> part (one of my favorite parts from your writings) that I would love to give you as a gift!

(Last time, Yves was the one who suffered from the snz, so why not Vincent this time😏😏)

I drew this in my spare time and had fun while I'm working on it, so I hope you don't feel pressured:)

(In fact, there's still more parts I want to work on)

I really enjoy reading your fics and truly love the relationship between Yves and Vincent.

+) I tried my best to describe the drawings exactly in line with the development of the fic,, but as I had to adjust the direction of the cartoon so I think it's completed with a slight difference💦.(Sorry😭😭)

I hope you have a good day!☺️

SOBBING OVER THIS!??!?!!!? JFKAKLAFKHFSKJ I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU TOOK THE TIME TO DRAW THEM AGAIN?? IT GENUINELY MADE MY DAY TO OPEN UP MY INBOX TO THIS. I LOVE THIS WITH ALL MY HEART, THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭💓🙇‍♀️🙏🥹💖

I once again have so much to say about this 🏃‍♀️ Please forgive the person I'm about to become

(First of all—VINCENT SUFFERING 😌↕️‼️‼️‼️ I AM SO GLAD YOU GAVE HIM HIS TURN... SEEING BOTH YVES AND VINCENT SNZ NOW IN YOUR STYLE IS KILLING ME???? THANK YOU SO MUCH)

I think it's so cute how the camera starts out following Yves, but it sort of like attaches itself to Yves's perspective and follows Vincent for the rest of the sequence (up until the last panel)... I feel like we're getting to watch this unfold through Yves's eyes 😭

(Also I really love the outfits you drew them both with?? Yves's sweater + the collared white shirt + Vincent's dark brown jacket... somehow I feel like you really nailed the way I imagine them dressing 😭‼️ If the yvverse series were a TV show I would appoint you to be their outfit coordinator)

VINCENT PLAYING W THE TINY CAT AHHHHHFJAJFKSHH I'm so happy to see this moment illustrated??? THEY ARE SO CUTE??? I am so happy to see her purring and nuzzling his hand... she really loves him 😭‼️ Vincent's fond expression when he glances down at her is one of my favorite panels... no wonder Yves is so whipped 😭 I get it now

ALSO VINCENT. IF YOU COVER WITH YOUR HAND OF COURSE YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE YOUR ALLERGIES WORSE 😭😭😭 !!!!! I am so happy that you drew out this scene in particular (looking back, I almost forgot just how inadvisable his method for covering was??) The hand placements in this are SO GOOD... the way he starts off with one hand and eventually covers with both... the sort of self-conscious way in which he hides his face from view while he's sneezing?? 🥹 Once again you are such a master of portraying physicality!!

Speaking of which–you do such a lovely job at like, making Vincent look progressively ~more~ allergic over the course of the second page 🫣 I'm such a big fan of his expressions here and how he starts off relatively unaffected but ends up teary-eyed and with his entire face flushed... the way you drew his creased forehead and slanted eyebrows... he looks sooo allergic + miserable 😭🥰🥰 (You truly did deliver on the Vincent suffering 🙇‍♀️🙏 I will be feasting on this for weeks to come)

LAST THING (I apologize for leaving comments half a mile long): I NEED TO SCREAM ABOUT THE LAST PANEL TOO. Yves standing in frame w Vincent... I cannot get over how close they're standing and how he's peeking over Vincent's shoulder?? THEY'RE SO CUTE???? 😭😭😭 I WANT TO WRITE THEM RIGHT NOW OMG. I am so guilty of having to force myself to imagine things visually when I'm writing; I don't think it comes naturally to me, so seeing how others imagine them is a lot of fun to me. Something about Y walking up behind V is making my heart feel sooo warm 😭

THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN FOR THIS????? THANK YOU A MILLION TIMES ACTUALLY 🥹 It's kind of been an exhausting day; seeing this made me so happy 😭😭

[vincentsleftear]

using my day off wisely 🙂‍↕️

[ceaselessims]

it does make me laugh a little bit that stolas made this deal about the full moon, but once they were actually hooking up both he and blitz start blurring the lines of what that means almost immediately 😭

By the harvest moon festival (s1e5) they're already having sex outside of the "normal" schedule for the deal. And in truth seekers (s1e6) they're having sex because they want to, without even considering the full moon. Of course after Ozzie's, Stolas stops asking Blitz to hook up at all. When he finally reaches out again, Blitz is genuinely excited to hook up and plans for it the whole month (evidenced on his calendar) and then packs for the night with stolas all day in Full Moon

blitz really said the sex is too good and i'm catching feelings but it's for work rn so i can't really think about that :-)

[dyketennant]

oh i can already tell i’m about to have some really unpopular opinions about the edge of sleep tv show

[splankie]

does literally anybody still watch teen wolf

[hana-bobo-finch]

it’s March 10th…..you know what that means……reminiscing on That

[razzleberry-lemonade]

ok but meatwad and rusty would be bffs. change my mind /lh

[ihamtmus]

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