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[qsmprambling]

The stream was great cause we got the best of both worlds~

Bad started the stream with a reminder of his colourblindness (saying he was making a purple backpack but it's red), finding Pomme's book she gave him during the vacation to thank him for everything, begins his investigation and deduces the Philza could be captured, notes the seeming bird theme going on, drops a cool moment of 'They don't have cameras everywhere.... WE'RE the cameras...'

And then Boo appears and it just becomes a fun time with a lot less progress but a whole lot of fun with balloons, cakes, snowgolems, and Hatsune Miku! 😆❤ And Bad made sure to drop some more interesting ideas and observations along the way~

I hope the balloons, cakes, Mikus and torches are left everywhere and everyone is so confused tomorrow 😆

[evenyvn]

— streamer! aventurine x supermodel spouse! reader

cw ;; gn reader, fluff, sfw, kinda househusband aventurine since he's already retired from his former job on ipc.

and happiest birthday to my beloved aventurine ♡

streamer aventurine! who streams for fun and got popular quickly due to his former job, and he streams regularly now since he got plenty of times.

streamer aventurine! who streams about video games (mostly gacha games) and probably reviewing fancy products that he got, such as watch, perfumes etc etc. honestly he do whatever he wanted to do and everyone seems to like it.

streamer aventurine! that got viral because his god luck on rolling for gacha games, literally got 3 5 stars on his first 10 pulls, always won 50/50 and soft pity at that, he did stream contents like "pulling on my viewers accounts" and always ended up with crazy luck on his rolls, literally his viewers crying that they finally broke their 50/50 losing streak thanks to aventurine.

streamer aventurine! that shocked everyone when you accidentally walked in one of his streams, but with only your body that have been seen, and he's adamant to keep your face hidden because he wanted to keep your pretty face all for himself. his viewers think that you kinda look familiar but aventurine just shrugs it off with a knowing smirk.

streamer aventurine! that will get teased by his viewers once they knew he's married to a very attractive person (you). they'll be saying something like "is your roommate single?" or other down bad comments just to get his reactions.

stellarjadehunter donated 100 credits! : roommate's face reveal when?

"excuse you? that's my spouse right there!" cue him looking at the camera with an offended look, your laughter can be heard from the other room making him pout.

another comment pointing out that you look like you could be a supermodel makes him giggles behind his hand, trying so hard not to burst out laughing.

after that whole things happened, now you seem to be appearing more on his streams (without showing your face still). sometimes you just sit somewhere off camera or sometimes stand beside him while holding a food and occasionally feeds him, his viewers think your actions are cute and he think it's endearing.

that's it until someone point out how aventurine's spouse looks a little bit too much like a certain famous supermodel, aventurine saw someone who did a whole research and analysis on this and post it on social media, he just laugh it off saying that they're being delulu.

"seriously guys, i saw someone making a whole thread about my spouse, believe me when i say they're just a normal person"

yea no one believes him, ouch.

veritasratio : they're already know, you cannot fool them anymore.

"shut up veritas"

now onto the part where his viewers catch a glimps of your face or hair, the whole community went crazy and the truth finally unfolds. aventurine's spouse is the crazy famous intergalactic supermodel.

aventurine's not happy with it but he's definitely going to brag about it everytime on the stream now. everyone is tired.

"well, I'm a husband of-"

topaznnumby donated 200 credits : "okay okay WE GET IT, your spouse is a SUPERMODEL"

now that your identity has revealed you're showing your face more on stream, even sometimes doing a cooking or baking stream together with your husband (it's honestly just you cooking while he just looks at you with a lovesick face the whole time).

streamer! aventurine who sometimes get on a friendly banter with your fans, literally just him saying that he's your biggest fan and more bragging. he's greatful that your fanbase is actually really chill because you yourself never tried to hide the fact that you're happily married on interviews.

streamer! aventurine who gets more popular, because half of his viewers are just your fanbase now lmao.

✦thank you for reading, likes and reblogs are very appreciated♡

[echo-riot]

✞⛧ Braiding hair Ambessa x Wife reader ✞⛧

Warnings: reader is white coded, I did basic research on how to braid hair like Ambessa’s (probably not enough-)

Fluff <3

The sunlight streamed into the room as you sat cross-legged on the couch, staring at Ambessa’s hair like it was some kind of unsolvable puzzle. She was seated on the floor in front of you, her tall frame leaned back slightly so her broad shoulders brushed against your knees.

“I’m going to be honest,” you said, twisting your lips in concentration, “I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Ambessa tilted her head back slightly, giving you a glance with one raised eyebrow and a teasing smirk. “You did insist, my love,” she pointed out, her voice rich with amusement.

“Well, yeah, because you looked so cute sitting on the floor and asking me to braid your hair. But now I’m regretting my overconfidence,” you admitted, your hands hovering hesitantly over her thick, dark locks.

Ambessa chuckled, the deep sound rumbling through her chest. “It’s just hair. I’ll show you.” She reached back, taking one of your hands gently in hers and guiding you.

“Okay, so,” she began, her tone calm and patient, “you take a section—about this big—and separate it into three parts.”

You followed her guidance, albeit clumsily, as you tried to section off a piece of her hair. It didn’t help that your hands were shaking slightly under the pressure. “Is this… right?” you asked, squinting at your uneven sections.

Ambessa gave a small hum, glancing back briefly. “Close enough. Now, start weaving one piece over the other. Like this.” Her fingers moved deftly over her own hair for a moment to demonstrate, and you tried to mimic her movements.

Your first attempt was less than stellar. The braid was lumpy and loose, and you groaned in frustration. “This is so embarrassing. I’m making a mess of your hair.”

Ambessa laughed again, her shoulders shaking slightly. “Patience, my love. You’re doing fine. Besides, I didn’t marry you for your hairstyling skills.”

You playfully swatted her shoulder. “Gee, thanks for the encouragement.”

She leaned her head back against your knees, looking up at you with a smirk. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

You stuck your tongue out at her but focused again, determined to get it right this time. With her guidance—and an embarrassing number of failed attempts—you finally managed a halfway-decent braid.

“Not bad,” she said, reaching up to feel it. “It’s a bit loose, but you’re getting the hang of it.”

“Loose?” you gasped, mock-offended. “I’ll have you know that’s the bohemian style.”

“Is that what we’re calling it now?” she teased, her amber eyes gleaming with amusement.

You sighed dramatically, leaning forward to press your forehead to the back of her head. “I’m trying, okay? You’re not allowed to make fun of me.”

“I would never,” she said, though the smirk on her face said otherwise.

As you worked on another section, you found yourself relaxing into the rhythm. You weren’t perfect by any means, but the act of running your fingers through her hair and weaving the pieces together felt oddly intimate.

“Why do you even want mini braids, anyway?” you asked after a while. “Seems like a lot of work for both of us.”

Ambessa shrugged, her voice softer now. “I find it… comforting.”

Your hands stilled for a moment as your heart swelled. “That’s really sweet,” you murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of her head.

Ambessa smiled at your gesture but didn’t say anything, letting the quiet intimacy of the moment settle between you.

By the time you finished, your arms were sore, and you were certain you’d made a hundred mistakes. But when Ambessa stood and turned to face you, her expression was one of quiet approval.

“You did well,” she said, running her fingers over the braids.

“You’re just saying that because you love me,” you replied, though the pride in her eyes made you feel a little less self-conscious about your work.

“I do love you,” she said, stepping closer to cup your face in her large hands. “And I appreciate the effort. Even if you need more practice.”

You groaned, hiding your face in her chest as she laughed. “Rude!”

Her laughter softened into a low hum as she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close. “Thank you, my love. For trying, for learning. It means more to me than you know.”

You looked up at her, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Well, as long as you don’t mind being my guinea pig, I’ll keep practicing.”

Ambessa’s smirk returned. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[gilbertscurls]

hey could u do a story on how chris would skip classes to make out with girls for the whole period? thank uuu

hope you like it!! <3

Live a Little ➵ Chris Sturniolo

part 2!

The last bell of the day rang, and students poured out of classrooms, eager to escape into the late afternoon sunshine. Senior year felt different—there was a sense of finality to everything. Everyone was making plans, talking about college applications, and preparing for the next chapter of their lives. For you, though, high school had become a blur of routines and responsibilities, an endless stream of homework and stress about the future.

But for Chris Sturniolo, things seemed... easier. While you were juggling AP classes, extracurriculars, and planning for college, Chris was barely showing up to half of his classes. The rumor mill was always buzzing about what he was up to, and more often than not, the stories involved him skipping class to hang out with girls, spending entire periods in secluded spots around the school making out. He had a reputation, but somehow, he never seemed to care.

You had known Chris for a while, not well, but enough to know he wasn’t all that concerned about his grades or what people thought of him. He was always laid-back, joking around, and never seemed to take anything too seriously. It was both infuriating and fascinating at the same time.

Today, you found yourself lingering by the lockers, shoving your books into your backpack, when a voice broke through your thoughts.

“Hey.”

You looked up to find Chris standing a few feet away, leaning casually against a locker, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. His dark hair was slightly tousled, his eyes glinting with that familiar spark of trouble. It wasn’t unusual to see him around, but the way he was looking at you now—directly, with a hint of something more—made your heart skip a beat.

“Hey,” you replied, trying to sound casual, though your pulse quickened.

“Heading to your next class?” he asked, though you knew it was just for show. You could tell by the glint in his eye that he had something else in mind.

You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah… unlike some people, I actually go to my classes.”

Chris chuckled, pushing himself off the locker and stepping closer, his presence commanding and easy. “Come on,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “you don’t really need to go to every single class, do you? It’s senior year. Live a little.”

You rolled your eyes, but a small part of you was intrigued. “Are you seriously trying to convince me to skip?”

“I’m not just convincing you to skip,” Chris said, taking another step closer until he was right in front of you, his gaze locking onto yours, “I’m convincing you to spend that time with me.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat. There it was—the infamous Chris Sturniolo charm that so many girls seemed to fall for. But you were different. You weren’t like them, right? You had a plan, goals. You weren’t about to throw that away for a guy.

Still… something about the way Chris was looking at you made it hard to say no.

“And what exactly would we do?” you asked, crossing your arms, trying to maintain some semblance of control in this situation.

Chris grinned, his eyes flicking down to your lips for just a second before meeting your gaze again. “I’ve got a few ideas,” he said, his voice low and suggestive.

You felt a rush of warmth flood your cheeks, and you couldn’t help the way your body reacted to the closeness between you. Against your better judgment, the thought of skipping class—just this once—didn’t seem so bad. After all, it was senior year. What was the harm in having a little fun?

Before you could overthink it, Chris reached out and gently tugged on the strap of your backpack. “Come on,” he urged, his voice soft and coaxing, “let’s go.”

You hesitated for only a moment longer before nodding, allowing him to lead you down the nearly empty hallway. Your heart pounded in your chest as you followed him, half-excited, half-nervous. This wasn’t like you. You didn’t skip class, didn’t just ditch your responsibilities for a guy—but this was Chris Sturniolo. And there was something exhilarating about stepping out of your comfort zone with him.

Chris led you to a part of the school you didn’t frequent—the old wing, where barely any students hung out. The classrooms were mostly used for storage now, and the halls were eerily quiet. He opened the door to one of the abandoned rooms, glancing back at you with a playful smirk as he held it open for you.

You stepped inside, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation. The room was dimly lit, with dusty desks scattered around and old textbooks piled in the corners. Chris closed the door behind you, the sound of it clicking shut echoing in the empty room.

Before you could say anything, Chris was in front of you again, his hands gently gripping your waist, pulling you closer. His eyes bore into yours, the intensity making your pulse quicken. You could feel the heat radiating off him, his breath soft against your skin as he leaned in.

“You’ve thought about this before, haven’t you?” Chris whispered, his lips dangerously close to yours.

Your breath hitched. You wanted to deny it, wanted to say that you hadn’t given Chris Sturniolo a second thought, but that would be a lie. There was something about him—something about his carefree, rebellious nature that intrigued you, even if you didn’t want to admit it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered back, though the way your voice wavered betrayed you.

Chris chuckled softly, his hands sliding up your sides, sending a shiver down your spine. “Liar,” he teased, his voice low and sultry.

And then his lips were on yours.

The kiss was slow at first, testing, but it quickly deepened. His hands gripped your waist tighter as he pulled you closer, your bodies pressed together. You melted into him, your hands finding their way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. It felt so wrong, but so good at the same time.

Chris backed you up against one of the desks, his lips never leaving yours as he lifted you onto the edge. You gasped softly at the sudden movement, but he silenced you with another kiss, his hands now roaming your body, sending sparks of electricity through you.

It wasn’t like the stories you’d heard about Chris—about how he’d make out with girls and then move on, never caring about what happened afterward. This felt different. There was a hunger behind his touch, yes, but there was also a tenderness. He wasn’t rushing, wasn’t treating you like just another girl. He was taking his time, savoring every second.

You broke away for a moment, your breathing heavy as you looked into his eyes. “Chris…” you started, but he cut you off with another kiss, his hands cupping your face.

“Just this once,” he whispered against your lips, his voice full of heat and desperation. “Let me have this moment with you.”

And against your better judgment, you did.

The minutes passed in a blur of kisses and soft touches, your heart racing with every moment. You couldn’t believe you were here, in this empty classroom, making out with Chris Sturniolo of all people. But it felt right, somehow. Like this was where you were meant to be, even if it didn’t make sense.

Eventually, you pulled away, both of you breathing heavily. Chris rested his forehead against yours, his hands still on your waist, holding you close. For a moment, everything was quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of your breathing.

“We’re gonna get caught,” you whispered, though the thought didn’t seem to bother you as much as it should have.

Chris smirked, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “Probably,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “But it was worth it.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love it,” Chris shot back, his smirk widening.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. Maybe he was right. Maybe you did love it—loved the way he made you feel, like you could break the rules just for a little while and the world wouldn’t fall apart.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Chris pulled you in for one last kiss, slow and sweet. “We should probably get out of here,” he said, his voice softer now.

You nodded, slipping off the desk and smoothing out your clothes, trying to compose yourself before heading back into the hallway. Chris grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with yours as you walked out together, not caring if anyone saw.

For the first time in a long time, you felt alive. And maybe, just maybe, skipping class for Chris Sturniolo wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

tag list: @stuwniolo, @sturnobsessedwh0re, @matts-myloverboy, @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut, @lizzymacdonald06, @asherrisrandom, @sturniolowhore69, @faith5drpepper, @emely9274

[bunni-v1]

Ok so I’ve been watching a bunch of streamers and was thinking about this scenario because my neurodivergent brain is like that:

Lighter with either a crush or s/o who streams. Maybe he meets them through Phaethon or something but he seems to hit it off with them right away. They’re always cordial to him and over time he feels a connection with them too :3

Honestly tho, this can also work for Asaba or, honestly, a lot of characters LOL anyways—

It becomes suspicious to the Sons of Calydon when they see Lighter on his phone at certain times of the day/night just grinning like a schoolboy. And when you stream he seems to be one of the most supportive chatters whether you have a smaller viewer base or larger one. He’s not reckless with his money so he likely won’t be a 3-tier sub or big donator or anything, but if you mention being in a tight spot financially he may send a few dennies here or there with heartfelt messages. Lighter loves showing his way in sturdy, acts of servicey ways after all <3

Another fun but also sad scenario of this with Aventurine, but you confront him when he donates a little too much lmao… you tell him not to buy your friendship or love and that he should’ve just asked for a date instead bc you would’ve said yes lol

Okay pinkie I know this is all about Lighter, but genuinely this is so incredibly Aventurine coded I had to make it all about him. He’s just so very buy your affections coded, and the idea of him with a streamer partner is so incredibly perfect?

Okay indulge me here, but imagine you and Aventurine are just kinda acquaintances. You know him through the network, and you two have this sorta flirty back and forth that isn’t really all that serious, but it’s fun! You stream full time and you’re pretty well known, but you don’t really brag about it all that much. Aventurine knows this obvi but he’s never tuned into your streams because, well, when does he have to time to?

But one night he has some extra free time and he decides to just bite the bullet and look you up. You’ve got a surprisingly big fanbase, and tons and tons of super loyal chatters. It kinda makes him a little jealous, the way you’re so friendly with chat, but he’s no delusional enough to think he’s entitled to your attention in the sea of viewers.

He doesn’t donate anything at first, mostly because he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself. This is sorta your thing, it would be a bit invasive wouldn’t it? Plus he doesn’t really get spending that much money on a streamer. As much as he likes you, isn’t it a bit parasocial? But one day you’re playing some shitty gatcha game and you just can’t win your favorite character or something and he feels so bad seeing you pout that he has to step in. He’s got plenty of money to give, so he drops $100 for you to spend under the name “TheGoldenTouch”.

You’re so happy, face lights up and you’re thanking him over and over and oh he so loves that look on your face. It becomes his new dirty little secret, spending money on you. He easily becomes one of your top donors and you even reach out to personally thank him, none the wiser that it was him. He’s very competitive about it too, determined to keep the spot as your top donor. Like he’s trying to prove to you that he can provide for you better, even though you don’t know it’s Aventurine behind the screen.

Your other chatters don’t exactly help, teasing you about the flirty new guy who won’t stop sending you money.

It’s not like he’s hiding it on purpose, but he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with his sudden interest in spoiling you on stream. Its… a long term investment is all. One that you have no idea is happening! While he’s donating to you he becomes a bit more bold with his flirting irl. He knows you better now, and you technically know him better too. Even though you’re not aware it’s him you’re getting to know so well.

As TheGoldenTouch he can just be himself without worry of you taking pity on him. You’re very sweet to him through chats and messages and all things inbetween. He gets to know you outside of a business sense, and the two of you have very good chemistry. He’s still painfully aware that despite how nice it is, you’ll never really know him. You’ll never get the chance to know him because even if he lets you in like this, how could he do the same in real life? Looking you in the eyes and seeing the care on your face would be too much for his fragile heart to handle.

Eventually the cat comes out of the bag though. It’s just a slip up when he’s feeling just a little too comfortable in your presence during some kind of meeting. He’s a little too forward and makes an inside joke that has you a little shell shocked before it clicks in your head who he is. He’s rather embarrassed by his slip up, but doesn’t let it show on his face. Taking it in stride and confidence, playing up his generous donor persona rather than the person you’d come to know online.

He figures you’d likely distance yourself now that you knew who he was, but you’re even more interactive with him. Going out of your way to greet him in chat and message him first when you get the chance. It’s so very sweet, but your relationship is nothing but a transaction is it not? You’re making it hard for him to tell…

Ah, but then you try and tell him he doesn’t have to donate so much to you. That you just enjoy seeing and interacting with him. That you wish he had told you who he was initially, because you enjoy talking to him and would like to see him outside of streaming and work. It’s all too much for him to handle from you, you’re just too sweet. How could he refuse you?

He does end up taking you out and spoiling you rotten on your first date together. Even after you are an official item he doesn’t stop watching your streams and chatting with your community. He’s very loyal to you, his favorite little streamer <3

If you insist on him not “buying your affections” he’ll shrug it off. Gift giving is his love language, after all, and he can’t let his competition beat him out in the area he’s best at. It’s a little overwhelming, honestly, but equally sweet and endearing. He’s very proud of you too, bragging about his cute streamer partner to anyone who might listen.

Like,,, he’s so cute,,,,,,

[itwdoris]

Have you written dada!gojo w piss yet? :3 I LOVE UR WORK!! <33

dada ! gojo.

author notes; dada is just a title and does not refer to the literal, all characters are adults.

tw; piss drinking.

★

"and now, do you feel like it?" and even though gojo had asked the same thing a few minutes ago, he repeated himself, receiving another negative nod from you. "ah, all right all right..."

he threw his head back and sighed with a slight pout on his lips, and loosened his grip on your hips. satoru was trying to teach you how to pee, and the first few times he was so good, he always knew when you needed him.

but now something seems to have happened, because when he thinks you need to go, you say no, he can hardly stand it, with his mouth salivating to drink you.

you swallowed saliva and pressed your lips together, drawing his attention immediately, bright blue eyes fixed on you at the slightest sign.

"now?" satoru asked, pressing you tighter and against his lap. but you denied it... then

a light.

"you're holding it!" he said almost incredulously, taking his hands down to your panties and pulling them up to stick his hand in and check your folds.

wet.

he rubbed your holes curiously, and you accidentally let a drop slip. you're holding on, yes, but it was only because you felt bad having to go up to him all the time to poke his arm and ask for help with your pretty eyes doing blink blink like a needy puppy.

even if you didn't realize how much gojo loved it, because he always helped you drink all your glasses of water, holding your face and the glass while you did it, all so that he could help you later.

or to see you pissing all over his cock. because he hadn't even talked about you drinking his piss while sucking the tip of his cock.

so now he was pulling down your panties, running my long fingers through your folds, then looking at your red face. "c'mon, sit on dada's mouth."

you obeyed him, leaning on your knees to get to his face, sitting down calmly, feeling him help you into position with his hands on your hips, fitting his mouth. you felt his tongue pass between your folds and saw blue eyes watching you.

letting out a sigh of relief after so long of holding it in, you finally released your bladder, almost trembling as droplets and more droplets flowed until they formed a stream, filling his mouth quickly with your piss.

satoru drank all with gusto, almost sucking, his adam's apple rising and falling with each sip. and he caressed your thighs lightly, not least because he was very affectionate too.

"dada-" you said softly, bringing your hand to touch his white hair, warning that it would soon be coming to an end.

and then it was over, with only a few drops left, which were sucked up by him before they could be lost, his tongue ran through your folds, cleaning everything.

you stood up, leaning on your knees to get back on his lap, sitting still while holding on to the hem of his blouse. he looked so handsome with his face reddened and his lips swollen and wet.

looking at you after he caught his breath. gojo smiled, convinced that he was the best dada, after all, he taught you to pee so well.

"very good, but no need to hold on." he pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you. "dada's mouth will always be here for you."

was inspired to write even though i didn't have a definite plot, and the music was making me very horny... so it turned out a little less soft than usual and maybe a bit rush, but i hope you like it!

and thank u for liking my work 😞 love you <3 <3

i think i see gojo as a very silly dada, he's very affectionate too, but very silly, and it's fun, somehow looks like ino or yuuji.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Hello there!! It’s 🦐 anon back at it again and I have another request if that’s okay.

I don’t know what character limit is the max, but could I have some headcanons for when Jeff, Toby and ben have a crush obsession on someone (reader) , but they discover they’re already dating someone else? What would they do? (Seperately)

If you can’t do 3, only doing Jeff and ben is fine! Just thought of this idea and you’re one of my favourite writers that’s active in here, so I came to you!! Have fun if you end up writing this. Have a lovely day.

-🦐

It's always ok to ask for stuff! And don't worry about character limit because i think the absolute most id be willing to do is maybe 10 per ask

Also it makes me smile to see that im one of someone's favorite writers 💞💞

Tw: stalking and obsessive behavior

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Jeff

Jeff doesn't really like people all that much

And as we know, he is very self absorbed

So if he actually finds himself enjoying you, let alone loving you, he assumes that you should automatically love him as well

He spends every second he can watching you through your windows, learning your schedule, all of your favorite things, etc, etc

And eventually, he builds up enough courage to sneak into your house while you are away

He smells your clothes, cherishing the heavenly scent

He steals one of your t-shirts and steals your toothbrush (definetly not to brush his own teeth with)

He snags your perfume/cologne as well, so that he can always smell like you

And with all of his treasures in his pockets, he sneaks back out

He continues this cycle for weeks until one day, you bring someone else home with you

"One of their friends" he tells himself, jealousy already boiling in his heart

But when he sees you look up at them with your gorgeous eyes, and sees you kiss them, he snaps

He is seeing red as he breaks through the window, killing your partner in cold blood

He feels betrayed, how could you do something like this to him?

He ends up knocking you out, and bringing you back to his home, where he ties you to his bed and waits for you to wake up

Because you have got some major explaining to do...

Toby

Toby finds himself feeling like a lost puppy around you

He loves you, oh lord he loves you

But he can't have you know that yet

If you were to see him, see the things he's done, that'd scare you off for sure

And so he watches you from afar

He watches you when you go to work, he watches you as you head home, he sits closely by you when you're at a resteraunt

He doesn't ever allow himself to break into your home (unlike SOMEONE on this list 😒)

But if you ever drop something, say, a piece of trash, or maybe something falls out of your pocket, he swarms all over that

He has a special little drawer in his nightstand full of all of the things he's collected from you

But lately, he's been noticing a...shift...in your schedule

Meeting the same person over and over again, until one day, his worst fears are confirmed

As you make your plans with them, you share a sweet kiss and walk away, holding hands as you do so

This breaks him

He can feel his heart aching, as he knows that he's lost you

He blames it on himself "if I had just talked to them sooner"

He can't bring himself to hurt them, though

And, they can't be all that bad if they make you happy

And so, he allows this person to keep dating you, continuing to stalk you from the shadows, waiting for the day that you leave them, and his chance will be presented again

BEN

Ben has a....knack, for finding people

It's almost like scrolling through the front page of social media to him

Scrolling past an endless sea of countless faces, watching videos, playing games, streaming, etc

But one day, he found you

Your gorgeous face entranced him almost immediately

And by the end of the first five minutes of just staring at you, he knew that he needed you

He comes back to you, day after day, saving all that you watch in his own personal playlist

If you like video games, he will know, and he will send you all of the games you could ever want

You don't know where they're coming from, but you aren't complaining

He occassionally peers through your electronics cameras, and just watches you sleep

You look so nice and cozy, he wishes he could be there with you, holding you, keeping you safe

And one day, he notices a new person coming into the picture

A....romantic interest of yours

He can't have that.

And so he hacks them. He leaks their adress, he posts life ruining things on their socials, even going as far as to make them think that you are doing these things, making them hate you and putting more and more strain on your relationship

Eventually, you break up, unknowing that BEN was behind it all

And he's been sending you love messages along the way

Little gifts he knows youd like too

And now he can make himself known to you, as an angel, a savior, rather than the monster that had ruined your relationship with your partner

[cherrykasugayama]

Fleeting Memories

Kenshin struggles to overcome his grief after the death of his wife, straining his relationship further with his children. He became detached and distant. (Last Part!)

Warning: Heavy angst, bad daddy Kenshin, unnamed MC

Children: Uesugi Takeru (13 years old), Uesugi Ken (13 years old), Uesugi Sakura (5 years old)

Other children: Takeda Oujiro, Takeda Himeko (11 years old)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

.........

Thank you to anyone who has read this story, tbh it is lacking so much and I swear there are a lot of cringe moments. It was fun doing this. I hope you will enjoy this last part.

Also shout out to @reii-ichi for this lovely art!💕

Always happy to see more daddy Kenshin content! 🤭

The castle bustled with the energy of a new day, but Kenshin sat alone in his study, nursing a cup of sake.

....................................

-Kasugayama Castle-

He stared at the papers on his desk, war reports, letters from retainers, but they blurred together. His mind drifted back to the image of his daughter crying.

Letting Sakura return was a mistake, he thought bitterly, taking another swig of sake. She doesn’t belong here.

“Father,” Ken’s voice broke through his thoughts. The blonde boy stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable.

“You broke her gift, didn't you?”

Kenshin didn’t look up. “I have no time for such a useless trinket.”

Ken’s jaw tightened. He muttered a curse under his breath and left without another word.

...........

Sakura giggled and skipped among the scattered blossoms.

Takeru followed close behind, arms crossed but smiling faintly as he watched her. “You’re going to trip if you keep running like that, Sakura.”

“No, I won’t!” she called back, spinning in circles. Her laughter rang out, light and carefree, until it was interrupted by a sudden, harsh cough.

...........

Kenshin stiffened, the cup in his hand freezing mid-air when he heard one of his children screaming. He hot to his feet, the sake cup shattering as it hit the floor. The urgency in Ken’s voice sent a chill through him.

He was already moving, his feet pounding against the wooden floor as he rushed to the garden.

The sight stopped him cold.

In the garden, Takeru knelt on the ground, holding a limp and pale Sakura in his arms. Her doll lay forgotten in the grass beside her.

“She just fell,” Takeru stammered, his usual calm composition completely broke as tears streaming down his face. “She said her chest hurt, and then... ”

Kenshin didn’t speak. He crossed the garden in two long strides, his heart racing as he knelt beside his children.

“Wake up,” he said sharply, his voice more commanding than gentle.

She didn’t respond. He pressed a hand to her forehead, it was burning hot. His heart clenched.

“Inside. Now.”

Takeru hesitated, his tears spilling over. “But—”

“Now!” Kenshin snapped, scooping Sakura into his arms and carrying her toward her room. He moved with such urgency.

“Someone, get a healer!” Ken shouted, running close behind.

............

Ken paced back and forth, his hands clenched tightly at his sides. “Why aren’t they here yet?” he growled.

“They’re taking too long!” Takeru snapped, his voice sharp, filled with an anger that rarely surfaced. He knelt by Sakura, holding her small, limp hand, his face pale. “She doesn’t have time for this!”

Ken slammed his fist against the wall, startling a servant nearby. “I’ll drag them here myself!” He turned to leave, determination blazing in his eyes.

“Ken, stop!” Takeru called after him, but it was too late. His twin was already gone. Left behind, Takeru gritted his teeth and knelt down, he gently held Sakura's hand.

“She’ll be fine,” he murmured, as much to himself as to her. “You’ll be fine. Just hold on.”

After a while, Ken burst through the doors, his clothes dusted with dirt and his eyes burning with fury. Behind him stumbled the healer, her face pale and fearful.

“You’re late!” Takeru roared, his voice echoing through the room.

The healer bowed deeply, trembling as she stepped forward. “Forgive me, young master, I came as fast as I—”.

“Enough,” Kenshin’s cold voice cut through the tension, silencing everyone.

His piercing gaze fell on the healer. “Do your job,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The healer knelt beside Sakura, her hands shaking as she examined the child. Sweat beaded on her forehead under Kenshin’s and his sons’ watchful stares.

“She has a high fever,” the healer began, her voice barely audible. “It is severe, and—”

“And what?” Kenshin’s voice was low and dangerous. He stepped closer, his shadow looming over her. “If this child does not recover, you will regret ever stepping foot in this castle. Do I make myself clear?”

The healer paled, bowing so deeply her forehead nearly touched the floor.

“I- I will do everything within my power to help our young lady, my lord."

............

Sakura’s condition remained fragile on the next day. Shingen and his children had been staying at the castle during the turmoil, but word arrived that issues in Kai required Shingen’s immediate attention.

“I have to go,” Shingen told Kenshin, his voice heavy with regret as they stood in the hallway. “Kai needs me, but I wish I could stay longer.”

“Go,” Kenshin said simply, his tone unreadable.

Oujiro tried his best to hold back tears, while Himeko clung to her father’s arm, sobbing uncontrollably. The usually spirited 11-year-old girl could barely speak through her cries.

“I don’t want to leave!” she wailed. “Sakura’s still so sick. What if she doesn’t—”

“She will,” Shingen interrupted firmly, though his expression softened. He knelt before his daughter, placing his hands on her shoulders. “She’s strong, Himeko. You have to believe in her. Say your goodbyes for now, and we’ll return soon.”

Himeko sniffled but nodded. She approached Sakura’s bedside, her lower lip trembling as she clutched Sakura’s hand.

“Get better, okay?” she whispered. “I will visit again, we will play together.”

Sakura, barely conscious, gave a weak nod, her lips curling into the faintest smile.

...........

Days passed, and the castle grew quieter.

Kenshin had long convinced himself that his stoicism was a strength, a shield to protect his children and himself from the pain of their loss. But now, as he sat outside Sakura’s room, he felt that shield crack.

The faint sound of her cough seeped through the walls, gnawing at his resolve. He couldn’t focus on anything, his mind kept returning to her frail form, her trembling voice calling out for him.

Ken and Takeru remained by her side constantly, but Kenshin found excuses to linger nearby, watching through the doorway or pretending to check on the healer’s progress.

He hesitated before stepping inside, his footsteps almost silent.

“Father?” Ken’s sharp voice cut through the quiet. The boy was awake, his arms crossed as he glared at Kenshin. “Why are you here?”

Kenshin frowned. “Do I need permission to check on my own daughter?”

Ken didn’t back down. “You haven’t cared before. What’s changed now?”

“Ken,” Takeru muttered, trying to de-escalate.

But Kenshin’s gaze didn’t waver. “I was wrong,” he said simply, his voice firm.

Ken blinked, caught off guard by the blunt admission.

Kenshin knelt beside Sakura, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. His hand lingered for a moment, trembling slightly before he withdrew it.

Ken and Takeru exchanged a glance, they still feel skeptical, but decided to leave their father be.

...........

On the next day, Takeru and Ken had to continue their lessons and training as they could no longer skip them, so Kenshin decided to watch over his daughter.

The healer knelt trembling on the tatami floor, her hands shaking as she packed away her supplies. “The fever is dangerously high,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “If it doesn’t break soon…”

Her words hung heavily in the air, unfinished.

Kenshin's arms crossed, his shadow stretching ominously across the room. Without his sons nearby, his cold presence was even more pronounced. His piercing gaze bore into the healer, making her almost paralyzed with fear.

“You’re telling me there's nothing more we can do?” Kenshin’s voice was low, yet it carried an edge of menace that made the healer flinch.

“M-my lord, I have tried everything,” she stammered, bowing deeply. “It is up to her will now…”

Kenshin stepped forward, his footsteps deliberate and heavy. The air grew colder as he towered over her.

“If she dies, your failure will not be forgiven,” he said, his voice like ice. “Pray to your gods that your efforts are enough.”

The healer bowed even lower, her forehead nearly touching the ground. “Y-yes, my lord.” She scurried away, the sound of her hurried footsteps fading down the corridor.

Kenshin stood motionless for a long moment, staring at the small, fevered form on the futon. He had been through wars, had watched men fall in agony, yet nothing had ever torn him apart like the sight of his daughter, so frail and helpless.

Her tiny face was flushed, damp hair clinging to her forehead. Her breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps.

“Daddy…”

Her voice, weak and trembling, shattered the icy armor around his heart. Her eyes fluttered open, barely able to focus on him.

“I… I’m sorry,” she whispered, her small hand twitching as if trying to reach for him.

“I didn’t mean to be bad… Please don’t hate me.”

Kenshin’s chest tightened painfully. His jaw clenched as he knelt beside her.

“You… foolish child,” he murmured, his voice cracking.

“Please… don’t be mad,” she continued, her voice breaking. “I’ll get better soon. I’ll be good.”

Kenshin couldn’t hold it in anymore. The walls he had so carefully built around himself came crashing down.

“Stop,” he whispered hoarsely, his hand fisted tightly. “Don’t say that. Don’t…”

Sakura’s lips quivered, tears slipping from her fevered eyes. “I’m sorry…”

“No,” Kenshin choked, bowing his head, his tears falling freely. “Don’t apologize. This isn’t your fault... ”

It's mine.

For the first time, he allowed himself to call her name.

“Sakura.”

Her name felt heavy on his tongue, but it was a truth he could no longer deny.

“Stay with me,” he whispered. “Don’t leave. I can’t... I can’t lose you too.”

“You don’t hate me?” Her voice weakening, a sign that she was falling asleep.

“Never,” Kenshin said firmly, he reached out for her tiny hand. “I could never hate you. I’ve been a fool.”

Sakura was already asleep so he didn't know if she heard all of it. Kenshin didn’t move. He stayed at her side, his hand never leaving hers, as the night stretched on.

He would not fail her again.

.............

In the solitude of his study, Kenshin set the broken crane on the workbench.

He surveyed the tools and materials at hand. Among them, a small container of nikawa sat tucked in the corner. The glue, made from animal hide, had been used by his craftsmen for years to repair furniture and ceremonial items. He set it over a brazier to warm, the faint smell of the adhesive filling the room.

Carefully, he cleaned the splintered edges of the crane, sanding them down just enough to fit the pieces together snugly. The nikawa softened as it warmed, turning into a smooth, sticky paste. Kenshin dipped a fine brush into the adhesive and began applying it to the fractures with meticulous care.

The process was slow. Each piece needed time to set before he could move on to the next, and the delicate wings required extra attention. His hands, so accustomed to the weight of a sword, trembled slightly as he held the fragile crane.

As dawn broke, Kenshin pressed the final piece into place and held it steady until the glue set. The crane was not perfect, small scars remained where the wood had splintered, but it stood whole once more.

........

The early morning felt unexpectedly calming. Kenshin stayed at Sakura’s side, his hand resting lightly on hers. Ken and Takeru dozed fitfully nearby, they were clearly exhausted because of their lessons and training. Despite warnings that they might catch the sickness, they refused to sleep anywhere but near their little sister.

Sakura’s breaths, once shallow and uneven, had begun to deepen. Kenshin barely moved, his heart pounding at every little sound she made. He was afraid to hope, but when the healer finally arrived to check her again, the woman’s face lit up with cautious optimism.

“The fever has broken,” she said quietly, bowing to Kenshin. “Young lady Sakura is recovering.”

Ken and Takeru, who had just woken up, smiled widely at the news. Kenshin closed his eyes briefly, sighing out in relief as well.

.........

When Sakura woke, her fever has indeed broken as the colour has returned to her chubby little face, Kenshin was there, the repaired crane in his hands.

“You fixed it?” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with wonder.

Kenshin nodded. “I tried my best, but it's not perfect.”

Sakura took the crane, cradling it gently. “It’s perfect,” she murmured, her eyes lighting up with joy.

“Did he... just fix something for Sakura?” Ken muttered, rubbing his eyes as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Maybe he’s possessed,” Takeru suggested.

“Thank you, father.” she murmured, her voice stronger than before.

Kenshin frowned. “It’s ‘Daddy,’” he corrected, his tone firm but not unkind.

The little girl blinked adorably at him, then gave a tiny, shy smile. “Daddy…”

The corners of Kenshin’s lips twitched upward, and he nodded. “Much better.”

Ken and Takeru both froze at the exchange.

Ken whispered in disbelief, “Did he just asked her to call him 'Daddy'?”

Takeru grimaced, looking deeply uncomfortable. “I think she did. Please don’t make us say it.”

“Yeah, no way,” Ken muttered. “He’s ‘Father’ or ‘Old Man.’ That’s it.”

Kenshin shot them a pointed look. “Would you like to say something, boys?”

Both twins straightened up immediately, shaking their heads vigorously. “Nothing, Father!” they chorused.

Sakura giggled weakly, watching her brothers squirm. “Daddy’s nice…”

Ken raised an eyebrow at her. “You sure we’re talking about the same person, Sakura?”

Sakura giggled again, her laugh light and joyous. “Ken… you’re silly.”

Ken crossed his arms. Takeru leaned in, careful not to squish her as he hugged her.

“You better get strong soon. I need someone to help me fight Ken.”

“Hey!” Ken protested, but he leaned in too, wrapping his arms around both of them.

Kenshin watched his children, his heart swelling with a mix of love and regret. He knelt down and pulled all three of them into a firm embrace.

The twins froze, glancing at each other in silent panic.

“I think Father is truly sick. Or this might be a dream.” Ken whispered, pinching Takeru’s arm.

“Ow!” Takeru hissed. “It’s real, you idiot.”

Sakura snuggled closer into her father’s arms, her giggles bubbling up again. “Daddy’s hugging us…”

Ken groaned. “Can you not call him that?”

Sakura’s laughter grew louder, which made her brothers and father smile as well.

Kenshin held them tighter, vowing silently to protect his children and never let them drift apart again. It might be difficult to atone for all of his mistakes, but he would never give up, just like how his children had never given up on him.

Outside, the cherry blossoms danced in the wind, their soft petals swirling like whispers of hope. Kenshin glanced toward the window, the faintest smile tugging at his lips.

It was almost as if his late wife was there, watching over them, her presence lingering in the gentle breeze. He could almost hear her voice, warm and full of pride, urging him to cherish this precious bond, to hold his family close.

And for the first time in years, Kenshin felt a fragile but certain peace take root in his heart.

[darling-archeron]

@littedidyouknow, surprise! I was your Secret Santa for @acotargiftexchange. I had so much fun writing this fic for you. We talked about how you liked hurt comfort and would change how some of feysand's trauma was handled, so I combined that with some holiday fluff. This is chapter 1/3. I hope you enjoy - happy holidays!

With every solstice, it seems the Inner Circle grows. As Nyx's first solstice approaches, Feyre and Rhysand celebrate holiday traditions, both new and old, while grappling with unhealed wounds.

After a night of fitful tossing and turning, it was safe to say that when light streamed through the bedroom window, Feyre wasn’t ready to face the day.

Between Nyx’s fussing, Rhys’s restlessness, and her bad dreams, she would have been just as well off not going to bed at all. All week, she had felt drained, and last night had been no different.

At least, Nyx was often good about sleeping soundly in the morning. A true Night Court child, it was the late hours that kept him awake. Judging by the slant of the sun – or what she could glimpse of it, through her barely-open eyes – she and Rhys should have another hour of peace.

Rhys, it seemed, had also managed to fall into a fitful sleep at last. Despite his tossing and turning, he had still ended up nestled in her arms.

Right where she liked him. Surrounded by his warmth. Close enough to feel his heartbeat.

She had tried to keep her unrest concealed from Rhys. She wasn’t sure why – they didn’t keep things from one another. She knew he would listen in quiet understanding to whatever she was feeling. But she got the sense he had been feeling the same way – even if he didn’t show it in his waking hours, his fitful sleep was enough of an indication.

Even so, knowing she wasn’t alone in her unrest didn’t stop her from feeling completely ungrateful and selfish.

This time of year was supposed to be for celebration and thankfulness. And yet, here she was, with everything she could want in the world – a family, a home, peace, a loving mate, and a healthy child – and she still felt…discontented. Heavy.

A little haunted.

Gods, she was ungrateful.

More long minutes passed until she felt Rhys stir beside her.

“Good morning, love” he murmured, though he sounded as exhausted as she felt, even as he pressed a kiss into her hair.

She mumbled something barely coherent back, leaning into his touch.

“Sleep well?”

“Not really,” she admitted.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, sounding a little more awake. Of course, they were both used to getting up during the night to calm down Nyx when he woke. This was different.

“I’m just so tired,” she mumbled into his shoulder.

“Did I keep you awake?” he asked with equal softness, pressing her closer.

“No, I don’t think I would have slept either way.” She rubbed her eyes, trying to clear the drowsiness away while cringing against the sunlight streaming in.

Noticing her squint, Rhys flicked his fingers, and the heavy navy curtains immediately snapped shut.

“What’s bothering you?”

“I think I could ask you the same thing.” He had dodged bringing the unrest up as much as she had in past conversations, which was unlike both of them.

“Avoiding the question, are we?” He kept his tone light, but Feyre felt the undercurrent of concern. On a different morning, she might have tried to continue to tease and play, but…she didn’t realize how much of her fear and exhaustion she had been keeping from him. How long until fate tried to tear them apart again?

It haunted her, to think of how they had cheated death thrice. They couldn’t be so lucky again.

“This probably sounds silly, and maybe it’s selfish of me. For the first time in years, it feels like there’s no major disaster looming. Everyone is healthy, and our relationships with the other courts and the continents are going well. I know I shouldn’t be anxious. But it’s as if…for the first time in years – I really have time to think about everything that’s happened. During the War, and after.”

Wordless for once, Rhys just held her, rubbing soothing circles up and down her back.

“I think I’m feeling the same way you are,” he finally said. “Our first few solstices together, the relief was outweighing everything. Surviving the war and everything that came before…”

And Nyx’s birth, too. He didn’t need to say it.

“I just felt so much disbelief that we had made it through, that we had each other. But now…I just keep thinking about all the ways things have gone wrong, all the ways things could go wrong. I know it doesn’t do any good. I don’t want to ruin the present, by dwelling on what-ifs. Perhaps it makes me ungrateful, to still feel grief now. But my mind…it keeps trying to drag me back to times I’d rather not remember.”

“No, Rhys,” Feyre interjected sharply – and she couldn’t deny how cathartic it felt, to hear her own doubts in him. And if she could reassure him – she could reassure herself.

This is what they did. Blamed themselves for things they shouldn’t, patched up each other’s wounds. Held each other through the dark.

It was comforting, to know that she wasn’t alone in her exhaustion. That Rhys was beside her, as he was in so many things.

“I understand,” she continued. “Now that things have settled down. It’s like I actually have time to process some of the things that happened. In a way that…I suppose I didn’t before. I suppose I didn’t want to tell you, to make you feel bad.”

That first solstice, after the war, everything had been so fresh, so new. There had been sorrow, yes, and a sense of loss, but the warmth of love surrounding her for the first time in so long had kept the cold at bay.

Her mate didn’t say anything, resting his head on her shoulder.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked. Rhys didn’t say anything for a long while, but she could guess that his mind was half Under the Mountain.

“It’s nothing worth remembering,” he insisted, but she caught the way he stiffened.

Gently, she turned his head to face hers, their eyes meeting. “That doesn’t mean it won’t need a way to come out, one way or another.” If she could save him some nightmares tonight by having this conversation now…

“You’re the one who said you were tired, darling. I shouldn’t be putting on this you.”

She frowned. “Where is this coming from, Rhys? Let me share your burdens, as you share mine.”

Together, as they were in all things.

Still, he frowned. “I…I don’t know if I can right now. Maybe later?”

Rubbing a soothing hand up and down his back, she sent a pulse of understanding down the bond. He hadn’t wanted to talk last night, either, when she had asked him why he was restless.

He would be ready at some point, she trusted, but that conversation wasn’t what he needed right now.

“We can talk about something else. What about other Solstices - when you were younger? How did you celebrate – where did the snowball fight come from?” She asked to get his mind on more pleasant things, but also of her own curiosity. No matter how much she learned of her mate’s 500 years of life, it seemed there was always more to hear.

He considered the question, idly playing with a strand of her golden-brown hair. She snuggled up closer to his comforting warmth.

“When I was very young, my least favorite part was always the court parties I would have to attend. Long, drawn-out events, mostly in Hewn City. Mor and I would always try to sneak off, only for one of our parents or nannies to drag us back by our ears.”

“Your parents let a child attend revels in the Court of Nightmares?” she asked incredulously. She had seen parties there that bordered on orgies.

“Oh, we were sent to bed long before things were that wild. The night felt like it dragged on long enough as it was – once, Mor almost fell asleep, falling face first into her roasted duck.”

“As I’m sure is no surprise, my father wasn’t much of a family man. Certainly not by the time I was born. If it wasn’t for my mother, I’m sure we barely would have celebrated outside the Court of Nightmares. And my mother, for as much as her chosen family meant to her, quickly realized that the strife of getting my father to stop thinking about politics for one day was more trouble than it was worth. When I was training in Illyria, it often got a little quieter around Solstice. For most, it was their only leave for the year. I was one of the lucky ones, with my mother living in camp, and my father occasionally dragging me away for one of his own lessons…”

“What a lucky little High Lord, getting special privileges,” Feyre teased, flicking his nose.

Rhys scoffed. “If you can call sitting through endless meetings in the Court of Nightmares, or being chased through the woods by whatever my father decided to send after me “special privileges.”

“But what I meant was that Cassian didn’t have any family they cared to visit outside of the camps. So there were years when it was just my mother and the two of us – later the three of us, once Azriel showed up. She would make special treats, and always sewed new clothes for the three of us. I wish I could say our gifts were always as thoughtful.” He chuckled. “At the very least, she always made a show of being pleased with whatever we had come up with. Those are some of my favorite Solstice memories.”

She felt his mental presence gently slipping through the walls of her mind, sharing a memory through his eyes, of his mother and his brothers, eating cookies and sharing presents by the crackling fire.

“I swear, I never would have thought such a thing was possible, but after my sister was born, she softened my father. When Celeste was young, there were a few years when the four of us would get together in Velaris. My sister would throw a fit if my father didn’t make some kind of effort to be with us through the holidays – and with anyone else, I would have sworn the holiday would have been better without the prick. But…he was kinder to her. Like he wanted to give her the childhood the rest of us hadn’t been afforded.”

Feyre listened attentively; hand braced gently on his arm as Rhys immersed himself in the years long past. 

“Celeste loved the holidays. Loved any reason to celebrate. Her favorite tradition was always baking, and she’d stay in the kitchen for hours and help my mother and the servants prepare dessert. When she got a little older, she would always try and join my brothers and I during our snowball fights. I would usually tell her to stop being a pest. But Az…he was the good one. He would let her join his team, pummel Cass and I. Of course, we’d always tell him that his win that year didn’t count, since he had extra help.” Her mate smiled at the memory.

“What else?” Feyre asked softly, eager to learn more pieces about the girl she had never met.

“She loved to ice skate. That was usually what the two of us did together.”

“You? On ice skates?” Feyre couldn’t help but interject in disbelief, incredulous at the idea of Rhys gliding across the ice. Not that he wasn’t graceful, but it didn’t exactly fit in with the idea of Illyrian brute strength.

“You doubt my abilities? I was an excellent skater. I’m the one who taught Celeste.”

She pictured Rhys, the dutiful big brother, spinning around on the ice with his sister, faster and faster, both of them laughing and carefree.

“You said you were an excellent skater. Are you still?”

“I haven’t done it in years, but you should know I’m a quick study,” he said slyly.

“Would you want to pick it up again?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, why don’t we do all of those things. The skating, the baking,” Feyre suggested.

He didn't answer for a moment, turning over her words, and Feyre was struck by the thought that he might not want part in these traditions with anyone other than his sister, that she was invading on a treasured memory.

Before she could brush her words away, change the subject, a smile played at Rhys's lips.

“You wouldn’t be bored? Doing all of these old traditions with me?”

She shook her head. “Of course not! And…I think it would help me, too, to spend time with you. To just be. I’ve been trying to stay so busy and focused on the future, our future, but…I can’t outrun everything. Maybe, if we can find some time, it could be good. To just be together, in the moment.”

And maybe if they were lucky, the magic of Solstice could bring a little healing to them both.  

"I'd like that a lot. We could bring Nyx along, too.”

“There are three days until Solstice. How many activities do you think we can fit in?”

“You’re in luck, my darling wife. As an early birthday present, I’ve cleared both of our calendars. Now, I’ll admit the activities I had in mind originally were a little more…physical,” he said, and she was very aware of his hand creeping up the side of her shirt, “but…few things would make me happier.”

“Well then, it sounds like a plan,” Feyre said, pressing a long, slow kiss to his mouth.

And for the first time in days, she felt lighter.

[amelodie]

A few months ago I started writing this about my silent film mini-obsession, and then ~life~ happened. wellntruly had written about watching a whole lot of classic films chronologically and the idea really struck and inspired me. So I pulled out my letterboxd watchlist and fortunately/unfortunately immediately got stuck in the silent film era.

All of the 14 'films' I watched in under 3 weeks were fascinating. Some were partially lost media, some were shorts, some I hated but also enjoyed, and some I deeply adored and enjoyed.

If you're interested in watching a couple of these yourself, as Gillian Anderson(1) said, "There is no such thing as a silent film". All of these are up on Wikimedia (embedded in their Wikipedia page) (wonderful!) without a soundtrack (still under copyright) (not wonderful!). DO NOT watch a silent film without any sound. Live your life, but it will be diminished in my opinion if you do this.

I watched a bunch of these on Kanopy. Your local online film archive may also have a copy (looking at you EYE Film Netherlands) or your local streaming. Many are also up on archive.org and youtube. Do be aware on Youtube most of the "HD" "4K" or "colorized" videos are AI adjusted. Honestly, personally, a bunch of these I did watch on Wikimedia with someone's matching youtube soundtrack on in the background. But a high-quality crafted {silent film + sound} product is unparalleled.

Welcome to my silent film mini-obsession journal.

(1) Not that one

Filibus: The Mysterious Air Pirate (1915, 71min) (Kanopy)

First off the watchlist, and introduced to me through hotvintagepoll, Filibus is an adventure-serial-inspired crossdressing Italian Futurist film. And it's in colour! (tinted).

The film is fun and historically fascinating, and it also illustrates a lot of the broad points of engaging with silent films. Unfortunately, the fullness of the vast majority of silent film is lost to time. And through degradation and missing pieces, plus their conventions and pacing, the silent films we have available to us now can be occasionally slow or boring in places. For me, these losses compound. If I could just clearly see the backgrounds and the details of the acting, maybe the slower pacing of some scenes wouldn't be as disengaging.

But Filibus is still fairly well preserved. Its low budget avant garde-ness is adorable. And I need you to know that, yes, Filibus as crossdresser is very hot, especially the way she moves, and the highly delineated gender presentations of the time make her read, to my current eyes, fascinatingly well as a man.

The Abyss (Afgrunden) (1910, 38min) (DanishFilmInstitute, Youtube)

Then came my first of many tangents. Inspired by one hot women, I became curious about other major stars of the era. And Asta Nielsen's charisma shines through the poor quality print and messy gender (and racial) politics of this film (with a flash warning for the later chemical degradation). This is a erotic melodrama. A miniscule budget debut that became an overnight international sensation. I loved the locations and Asta Nielsen. And thank you fashion history youtubers for helping me realise that my girl is not only grinding in her famous dance scene, but also is not wearing any undergarments. Scandalous!

Assunta Spina (1915, 73min) (Youtube, 2)

Another major star of the era, Francesca Bertini, and the quality of the first copy of Assunta Spina I watched was bad. I jumped forward through most of it, finding it beautiful, confusing and exhausting. And with a full runtime and higher resolution, unfortunately the plot wasn't much improved. A melodrama about another fallen woman, the scenery, locations, acting and staging is gorgeous. It's obvious why it's called a precursor to Italian Neorealism, and why Bertini was a big star, but the fun Italian crimes of Filibus are much more entertaining to me than the realistic Italian crimes of Assunta Spina.

The Curse of Quon Gwon (1917, 35min) (Wikimedia)

Partial lost media, The Curse was made in Oakland in local stores and homes by Marion E. Wong. It's hard to evaluate as we only have two reels and no intertitles surviving of the full length picture. But again, it is beautiful and historically fascinating despite the plot confusion. The clothes, props, 1910s Chinese American perspective and mainly non-actor characters made it worth it to me. Plus it passes the Bechdel Test (tfw she curses you for not being traditional enough while living in a new country)!

One Week (1920, 25min) (Kanopy)

From the villiannesses of the 1910s to the failhusbands of the 1920s, it is babe himself, Buster Keaton. A newly married couple try to build and live in a make-it-yourself kit house. If you've never watched Keaton, I think One Week is a great place to start. It's sweet, short, and relatable, with some great gags.

It's also where I got stuck writing this up the first time, because I don't know how to express anything or everything about Buster Keaton (and hence this short) in a short pithy manner. If I was trying to convince a friend to join me on the dark side (silent comedies), I would play this as an entrée before Safety Last! (and then hopefully we'd go back and watch all of Keaton's work, and Fatty Arbuckle, and throw in some from director Mack Sennett for good measure).

Thematically relevant for my life (and many of our lives unfortunately) at the moment, as I too live right next to the train tracks in a house falling down around us.

The Kid (1921, 52min) (SBS OnDemand, Kanopy, Wikimedia)

Fuck Charlie Chaplin. (Though there is a point in this (if you've seen it, you know) where I teared up. As is often noted, The Kid himself's acting is phenomenal.)

A slapstick comedy about poverty, morality and the family. The sound stages and costuming (and skills yes) are very cool. But, while I delighted in building the context for films of the time, their repeated images and resonant ideas, and knowing big influential films in their real rather than imaginary form, I hated this. Not to reference wellntruly again, but in contrast to how Keaton is emotive and carefully constructed, Chaplin is cynical but sentimental, moralising as opposed to tapping into something real and transcendent (while silly).

Safety Last! (1923, 72min) (Kanopy, Wikimedia, Youtube)

Go watch this right now!* if you haven't already and have a tolerance for silent movies. Incredibly charming and genuinely terrifying. The copy online is great with a wonderful soundtrack. A country boy moves to the big city, becomes a shop boy, and begins drowning in modernity and capitalism to impress his sweetheart.

Harold Lloyd is the final in the three big silent comedy stars, and he utilised mise-en-scène for comedic effect a lot more than Chaplin or Keaton. The big finale stunt here was one of the most tense moviegoing experiences of my life. I knew no one died on set, I knew the actors lived to make more movies, but I was still physically scared for Harry Lloyd and his stunt doubles.

*with a warning for a moment of small anti-black racism.

The Last Laugh (Der letzte Mann) (1924, 90min) (Youtube, Wikimedia)

Did I hate a good part of this? Yes. Was I deeply emotionally attached to the main character? Yes. Is it beautiful? Yes. Did I ultimately dislike it? Yes. Am I glad I watched this? Yes. Is it a good film? Yes.

A man is his work is his status is his ego is his country, and he's ailing and being replaced. Technically wonderful. A historically fascinating wrestle with Germany identity post-WWI and the shift to modernity. But, aside from the dynamism and cinematography of the camera, as a great film I'm not sure how singular it is, how much significantly more it's doing placed among its contemporaries. As repeated again later, I wonder how the experience of a modern cinephile, who watches maybe three silent films, might overemphasise the total greatness of single works like this, plucked out of context, misunderstanding the nuance and huge strides of many many of the contemporaries of the era.

Wings (1927, 144min) (Archive.org, Youtube)

The big silent Hollywood WWI epic melodrama. Two boys go off to war and now I will forever wonder if all WWI movies are actually just Wings again. Drags in the soap a little sometimes, and the flashes of pre-Code realness and Clara Bow's smaller part are charming, but it's the action scenes that make this. How the hell did they do THAT almost 100 years ago? In part: at least one crash was real, people were injured and and someone did die, and, in part, this was the type of production where, ten years after WWI, they strapped cameras onto planes in fields and made actors act while piloting them through the sky.

It (1927, 72min) (Archive.org, Wikimedia)

It felt sacrilegious to watch Clara Bow in a drama and not see one of her starring role comedies. "It" was her first big break. A fun romcom that feels like a screwball predecessor, where a charmingly scrappy villianness is now in the failhusband role. A shop girl wins her rich sweetheart, and the fashion is fascinating and wonderful. It was let down a little because I couldn't find a good print. But (spoilers) Clara Bow's rescue technique holding her co-actor's chin above the water - I adore.

Sherlock Jr. (1924, 45min) (Kanopy)

A quick step back in time in preparation for the next film. And unfortunately, for me, this one didn't hold up as well watched alongside its peers. A projectionist walks into a film while dreaming about being the man who could win his sweetheart. Cinematically this is without peer. The set pieces are phenomenal. The competence and the 'how the fuck did they do that' is incredibly enjoyable. And he is spectacularly hot (the pool playing scene??? i did not know that about myself, how is he so hot? This was the baby to baby moment for me.)

But, while I understand the everyday opening is necessary to sell the step into the film and then the zoom in to the film world, over the past few weeks I've seen this story told many times before and better - the poor worker, the shop window, the sweetheart, the bumbling - and I know Buster can create much more nuance than this opening everyman. Keaton fractured his neck here in one of the stunts, which possibly affected this performance, but, it's funny to say, Sherlock Jr's tale appears regressive for the time, receiving no favours in following the more modern Clara Bow.

Steamboat Bill, Jr. (1928, 70min) (Kanopy)

A queer young man gets messed up in trying to save his father's failing steamboat business, and I had a great time, giggling throughout. A spectacular spectacle with the character capturing my heart. Every bit hit. All those letterboxd reviews saying this was unfunny/boring before the final set piece, fight me. I deeply disagree. Some of the jokes are definitely assisted by knowing Buster Keaton and his work, which the audience at the time would have. This was made 11 years into Keaton's film career, when the equivalent of 50% of the US attended the theatres every week. Is my Downloads folder full of screenshots of Buster Keaton in his pattern clashing outfit? … maybe. And the gag about how he must be all grown up by now 👌

The last in what became an accidental series about men struggling with their work or lack thereof, their dearth of money, and their place in society. The next (and final) two were more experimental pieces, made right on the cusp of the transition to sound.

The Passion of Joan of Arc (1928, 82/110min) (Vimeo, Archive.org, Wiki)

Now. This was an experience. A film of faces and concrete walls. A meditative historical religious drama about the trial of Joan of Arc and her final weeks's of life. Finding a good online copy of The Passion was complicated, and so it became a great example of just how much sound impacts a silent film experience. A lot of drama is added to the film by the currently common Voices of Light soundtrack, which I don’t think is necessarily there in the film (but many others obviously do).

Beautifully shot. The textures in the print we have are stunning. Obviously a classic for a reason, and I love Jane Schoenbrun's (director of I Saw the TV Glow) take on cinema and its expressive mysterious portraiture, watching someone watching as exemplified by The Passion. But, again, except on a technical level, I’m not sure how much more it’s doing than other melodramas of the time.

It’s possible a lot of these silent films that try to say something rather than show something are less enjoyable now, 100 years later in time, to me as films. Seeing how the world and ideals of a period play out on screen is fascinating, and it can be insightful, but these more explicitly philosophical and moral films - being told how to be and what to do and think - brought out my argumentative and disagreeing side. There’s a cruelty here in the filmmaking and storytelling that I disagree with.

Man with a Movie Camera (1929, 68min) (Wikimedia, Kanopy)

A cross between those long-exposure city photos that develop with no one in them, and Gleaners and I. It opens with an intertitle announcing "This experimental work aims at creating a truly international absolute language of cinema[...]". An obvious early-Soviet propaganda film. Cameras, camerapeople, trains, trams, historical people being cute, propaganda for modernity, a dead body, a live birth, flashing images, sports, propaganda for Soviet ideological superiority, the fingers of a highly skilled person. Fascinating and stimulating to the point of overstimulation, when adding in the addition of the Alloy Orchestra soundtrack.

Final Thoughts

Watching silent films is often an experience of balancing the conventional ideas of the time and their necessary performance of certain behaviour with just how modern these are and just how nuanced and complex and beautifully alive people always are. How, while women characters were often confined to negative or limited roles, they were also often fully, vivaciously portrayed. How race, in the films I watched and the ones still available as part of the canon, is often barely present and often deeply negative.

I often find myself yelling at the actors to get down from there you idiots. How did you survive? (Oh, just through losing a couple of fingers or fracturing a neck.) I believed the action on screen. There was so much grappling with modernity, work and money, being in society and social roles. Multiple kidnappings between cars and jumping between cars, poverty and shop windows, kitchens, sweethearts, giving away babies, trams, women stabbing male partners, car thieves, dusty dirt roads, courtrooms, the city, and beautiful backgrounds. Trams! So many trams! These films were so resonant despite the time that has passed and changing peculiarities. It's a good reminder in the shaping of how we are now, how far we haven't come, and the amazing fun, nuanced, successful creations of humans from the past.

If you've read this far, please feel free to follow me on letterboxd if you like (but please don’t notice just how far back I actually watched these films). You might see that I'd already watched a bunch of early cinema shorts and Keaton and Chaplin shorts, also Nosferatu, Metropolis, For the Term of His Natural Life and The Dragon Painter. I haven’t really used letterboxd as social media, but this list is here, and I will continually update it as I go along. Please reblog this if you want. It was a nice exercise in figuring out just how long it takes me to write something. Maybe I'll write up some more films, maybe I won't. All screenshots and mistakes mine. And the in-text links are well worth your time if you’re interested in any of this.

[doonalli]

hi !!! i lauv ur analysis’ of yttd !!! would you consider doing one for maple :)?

Woah my first ask!!! Thank you!!!!! Maple is such an awesome character there is so much that I could say about her, I even went a bit into it with Mai's analysis Maple's character is such a tragic one honestly, and there is a lot I could talk about, but writing this on the spot I obviously won't be going as in depth as usual, although I really do want to write a full analysis on Maple sometime, but 3-2 seems just around the corner so idk if I'll get the time....

Regardless, for right now, I'll talk a bit about the way Maple is presented, how that plays into stereotypes, and most importantly how she subverts them too

Maple is immediately presented as a very girly girl, right as we enter her room we are hit with loads of pink fluffy furniture, and she particularly has a keen interest in tea, all things that are traditionally feminine

Even her fight follows this with its emotions gimmick, playing into how women are seen as hysteric by the people who don't respect them

and further playing into that girly stereotype Maple has a deep love for Midori. It's a common trope for women in media to be nothing more than the love interest for the men around them, or for them to fall head over heels for the men they love.

But for Maple this is revealed to be much more sinister, with it actually being something programmed into her, rather than her own true feelings

let's not beat around the bush here, Midori is by no means a good person, AT ALL, but compared to Maple's love, Midori's affection is incredibly twisted, with the prime example being how he talks about Shin

In Kanna's route Midori talks about how unfortunate it is that Sou had to die, as he wanted to kill him himself.

And with that context I find it interesting how when Maple ends up powering down and "dying" Midori takes her and goes to "revive" he with "the power of his love"

It's just peculiar to me the difference between them and how Midori treats them. On that point though, another thing to note with Maple is hands.

To even enter the discussion room a pair needs to hold hands. People holding hands can often be used as a sign of affection, or intimacy, even Ranmaru himself falling into this.

But when Midori decides takes her to get "upgraded" he notably grabs ahold of her wrists, rather than her hands.

Grabbing someone's wrists is usually done because it exerts more power over them, compared to holding hands where it's a mutual act from both parties, and can be let go when either party desires it.

He could have grabbed her by the hand, or any other place honestly, or nankidai could have simply chosen not to show it at all, yet a specific focus was put on Midori grabbing Maple's wrists.

It's clear Midori doesn't treat Maple with care like the green books suggest

Nor does he make any attempt to understand her emotions or sympathise with her like the manual says

I mean he literally gave her the manual in place of a love letter to her, clearly not caring enough to actually write something for her. It doesn't get more ironic than that.

And it doesn't stop there for Maple, as when she is upgraded into Maple 2.0 she is forced into fighting her friends, in particular Mai

And this leads to partway through the fight where she fully cuts off her last remaining hand, which with the context of everything I've said also cuts off her chance of simply holding someone's hand...

But its not all bad for Maple, after all if Anzu survived the way she'll reconcile with Maple is by holding and shaking hands

(fun fact: Nankidai showed an old version of the sprite where Sara reconciles with Maple on stream once and in that sprite she also held Maple's hand, but that was changed before release)

And by the end of her story, Maple is able to fight back against Midori and put the first crack in his facade, even pushing through his "I love you"s and outright stating that she won't believe him. She pushes back on this idea of being defined by her love and is able to truly show herself as a strong person able to stand up the abuser in her life.

And Q-taro will even call Midori out on his mistake here, on how he underestimated Maple, because of his prior expectations,

And coinciding with that, this happens after Maple's monitors all break, monitors that were all linked to emotions, and put them neatly into boxes. It's not like Maple suddenly becomes emotionless either, she still hesitates when Midori says he loves her after all, but it isn't as easy as just reading it on her face, because she isn't defined by her emotions either.

Maple is more than the stereotypes that can be pushed onto her by the people in charge, (or the people who program her,) and the way she is able to fight for her own power says a lot, and proves that she is so much more than what it may seem on the surface, after all, she is human too.

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Thank you again anon for the question, this IS shorter than the others i've written due to me writing it on the spot but i really hope i was able to fufill ur expectations even just a bit I'd love to revisit Maple someday, hopefully we'll be able to see more of her in 3-2 too (or YTTS or a minisode or a page in the updated artbook or SOMETHING) but for now I really enjoy her place in the story and her portrayal and maybe i've been to do her some justice and was able to show some others that too!!!

[folk-ivy]

HELP idk where to like request shit but you should do one where it’s like a matt or chris fic based off the song dress by taylor andddd basically they’ve been “dating” for like a few months but trying to keep it from the other brothers and y/n get’s fed up because she’s sick of feel like like a secret (illicit affairs pun lol?) anyways so she shows up to this party they’re all going to in a really hot sexy dress knowing it’ll mess w matt/chris head nd then like smut in a bathroom 🎀🔥💖 thank yewww bye.

Dress.

Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

When you break-up with your secret boyfriend after being tired of being kept a secret, a stupid party may change everything

smut!

author's notes: thank you so much for your request! sorry if this was not what you imagined, i had never written smut before, so sorry if this is bad (it probably is)! once again, english is not my first language, i apologize for any mistakes!💗

warnings: smut; cursing

The red dress with black lace flowers was hugging my figure perfectly, defining every curve exactly the way I like it. I run my hand over the dress hugging my body and when I feel the silk with the touches of lace all over my palm, I knew the night would be something to remember.

“Earth calling Y/N” I hear my best friend, Emily, who was sitting on the queen-sized bed in the middle of her room, say to me.

"I'm here, I'm here" I say without a hint of enthusiasm.

"Oh, you're still sad about that fight, right?" she says and I automatically lower my gaze.

The fight.

I've never been a quarrelsome person, I've never liked anything that leads to a disagreement, maybe it's because I can't maintain an argument without starting to cry, but that's another story.

With Matt everything seemed different.

I liked that idiot so much that I ended up fighting with him; not out of hate, but because I liked him so much and I just wanted him to understand my side for just a moment.

I hated being kept a secret, I hated the feeling of having to hide and having to act like a fugitive, a criminal.

But I think it's stupid things we do when we're in love.

Emily was the only one who remotely knew about us, well she knew we were more than friends but she had no idea he had asked me to be his girlfriend a while ago.

Matt hid me from everyone, his brothers, his parents, his family and especially his fans. At first it was fun, the adrenaline of hiding from everyone, of taking risks. Over time I started to hate it, I started to want to be free at any cost, even if it wasn't with him by my side.

--3 hours before--

"Matt, you don't understand! I really like you! I don't want to hide anymore" I say, feeling the heavy tears forming in my eyes.

"You don't understand my side! Do you know what they'll say if they find out we're together?" he shouts "they're going to slaughter you, Y/N, that's what they're going to do!"

"I don't care! I just want to be able to have you by my side without having to worry about what the rest of the world thinks!" I say, even louder "shit, not even your brothers know about me! And they know everything about you! It's almost like you're ashamed of me"

"Stop acting like a child" he says, this time with a lower but more rigid tone of voice.

"Fuck you, Matt! I'm not a woman to be hidden, and if you don't want to admit me, fuck you!" I scream, with tears already streaming down my face "we should break up"

"What?"

"That's right, we're breaking up!" I speak, this time lower but with more hatred laced in my voice "t your fans and your brothers that you were too soft to be able to keep a woman like me"

I grab my bag from the beige sofa and walk to the door, when I feel my boyfriend's, or rather ex-boyfriend's, arm grabbing my wrist.

"Please don't go" he says softly, with a small tear running down his face

I shake my wrist until he lets go and walk out the wooden door.

--current time--

“Fuck, Y/N, lost in thought again?” Emily's voice interrupts my daydreams again.

"Sorry, sorry" I say

"Come, the Uber is coming" she says, gets out of bed, and drags me to the front of the house

"I'm not in the mood, Emi" I say "can't we stay home?"

I've always liked parties, and it's very likely that this one will cheer me up after my bad breakup with Matt, but, knowing what the triplets are like and knowing the character of the owner of the party house, it's very likely that I'll meet them there and, if If I meet Matt, my night is likely to end right there.

"We're too hot to stay at home, come on!" She says and drags me when a notification from that app arrives on her cell phone.

The way to the party was short but funny, after we discovered that the Uber driver was, in fact, Emily's distant cousin.

We greeted Emily's cousin/uber and got out of the car when we saw the large party house located at the end of the street.

The place was huge, and had a silver bear statue outside and neon lights going off everywhere.

We presented our invitations that we bought 2 hours before, and entered the house.

Loud music and the smell of weed quickly overwhelm my senses, and I look at Emi as she drags me over to the corner to get a drink.

I order a shot of whiskey; I've never been a drinker, but I think a little alcohol won't hurt, right?

We talk for a while sitting on the metal bar stool, and in a small moment of silence I observe the other side of the 4-story house, and that's where my world stops.

Matt

My eyes meet his and I watch as he walks towards me.

I panic, after all, what the hell can you do when your ex-boyfriend is coming towards you in the middle of a crowded party?

Is pretending to faint really such a bad option?

Before I can put my plan into action and throw myself on the ground, I feel a warm hand grab my arm.

"Hi" he says with his palm on my arm, but avoiding my gaze

"What do you want, Matthew?" I say

"Please, can we at least talk?"

"No"

"Please!"

"She fucking said no!" my friend interrupts, ripping Matt's hand off my arm.

A simple conversation can't end so badly, right?

"Emi, it's okay" I say in a calm voice, and I watch from the corner as Matt's eyes fill with hope "Let's go"

I get up and walk towards the unisex bathroom that was just a few meters away from us.

I enter the bathroom followed by Matt, and I can't help but notice when he locks the door.

"Hey, I think we should talk" he says softly, when I turn towards him with my arms crossed.

"Yes, you already said that" I say "say it, Matt"

"Please, I want you back! Forgive me for hiding you for so long, I think I was just too scared; I don't care what the world thinks, I just want you! It hasn't even been twenty-four hours since I've seen you but I already miss your hugs, so please come back with me...I love you" he says, without pauses and with an extremely shaky voice.

I've never been one to trust others, but something in his tone told me he was serious, and that I could trust him.

However, I couldn't help but pay attention to his last three words.

'I love you'

Shit, I love this idiot too, after all, who could not? His laugh, his smile, and all his flaws, I love everything, and I just want him to know that.

"I love you too, asshole" I say and grab his face in my hands, while pulling him for a kiss.

What was supposed to be an innocent kiss became a make out session, and what was supposed to be a make out session, became something bigger.

Once sweet and calm, the meeting of our mouths was now frantic and needy.

His hands fly to my waist and down to my ass, while my hands roughly grab strands of him.

"You know, I loved that dress, but I would love for it to be on the floor" he breaks the kiss.

"You know, I only bought it so you could take it off" I say and we both laugh as he slowly lowers the right strap.

My left hand is quick to pull the other strap, leaving me now naked from the waist up.

"Holy shit" he says staring at my breasts

"You can touch it" I say and smirk.

His hands fly to my bust, with his fingers pinching the nipples that are stiff from the cold of the bathroom.

A soft moan leaves my mouth and I see his pupils dilate even further, if possible, as he lets out his own moan.

I kiss him again as he pushes me towards the sink, picking me up on his lap and, without breaking the kiss, placing me on top of the sink with my legs open and him between them.

“Let me fuck you, please?” he asks slyly.

"Yes" I whisper with my eyes closed, and I hear his belt being unfastened and the sound of his jeans falling to the floor.

His hands go straight to my wet center, and I feel him tear my panties and make a small caress on my thigh.

"Wow, I liked those panties" I say

"I'll buy you twenty of these, love"

He presses his forehead to mine, hugs my waist and begins to slowly insert his dick into my entrance.

"My god" I say and lock my eyes on his, while I feel a small burning sensation.

The touch of pain is soon replaced by pure pleasure as I feel him thrust his entire length into me.

"Please move" I whisper and plant a little kiss on his mouth, just to let him know it's okay.

And he starts, with slow but strong thrusts.

The wet sound and our moans are all that can be heard in the bathroom with the white tiled wall, the occasional noise of my body against the sink is also present.

And, again, what was sweet and calm becomes frantic and needy.

His thrusts are faster, and I grab his hair with my hands while his right palm goes towards my clitoris, making circular movements and giving small taps.

"Holy shit, I'm going to cum!" I scream and he continues with rapid thrusts

"Me too" he says weakly as he looks at me.

I feel like I can see stars as I collapse into his arms, and I feel thick liquid being poured inside me.

My whole body goes limp as I feel him grabbing me with his right arm and slowly withdrawing his cock from inside me, soon being replaced by his fingers that try to keep his liquid inside my body

"I fucking love you" he says "and I would never be ashamed of you"

And it was at that moment that I knew everything had changed.

[hyuuukais]

✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡ SUNSHINE AND STRAWBERRIES

pairing ☆ lee felix x fem reader

synopsis ☆ Y/N is a new streamer. after months of planning, and her best friend & now fellow streamer han jisung convincing her, she makes a twitch and youtube account. thanks to jisung giving her a shoutout to his own huge following, she gains some unexpected overnight fame. but what was more unexpected was waking up to see her long-time favourite comfort streamer _sunshine.bbokari_ following her.

warnings ☆ food mention, mention of stalking in an unserious way

[TAGLIST -> CLOSED]

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☆ mostly written chapter, 3 screenshots ☆

CHAPTER TEN ☆ THE STREAM

The stream starts off smoothly, fans of both of you trickling in during the waiting screen. You had never played Overcooked 2, but watched the gameplay of it enough times to know what to expect. At least, from the game. You had no idea what to expect when it came to playing with Felix. Jisung had tried to help resssure you, saying to think of Felix as 'just some guy'.

Kinda hard when you've been looking up to him for years.

He started his YouTube channel young, around 14. It didn't start as asmr, but with gaming. You quickly found yourself addicted to his videos, loving the way he described things. It helped that he was someone your age, someone relatable. After starting to stream, you'd stay up most nights to watch with Kai or Jisung, sometimes falling asleep to his voice.

And now here you were, five minutes away from the most anticipated moment of your life.

Another concern of yours was what the chat would be like, especially considering the initial hesitation and hate you had recieved just from being friends with Jisung. It hurt to see, but you felt secure in your friendship. No amount of hate could make you doubt it.

"Y/N?"

The interruption made you look up, seeing Felix's icon light up as he spoke.

"Y/N? You there?"

"Yes!" You cringed at your loud response. "Sorry, yes, I'm here."

He laughed. "Before we start, I just want to say I'm happy you agreed to this! I know we barely know each other still."

That was true. You had no idea what made Felix so excited to get to know you. Had Jisung said more to him than you thought? Actually, you don't even know how close those two were if you thought about it.

"Well, I've only had the biggest crush on you since I was like 14," You blurted, silently cursing yourself. Why didn't you think before speaking?! "Oh my god, that's probably the weirdest thing I could have said to you! I'm so sorry!"

"Ehh, I'm used to weird people," His smile was obvious in his voice. "You'll fit right in with my other friends."

Before you could ask what he meant, it was time to begin.

-

About an hour and a half in, you decided it be best to take a break. Both of you did what you needed, coming back with a snack. You advised the chat to grab something before reading questions or comments.

"Y/N, you can start," Felix stood suddenly, holding up his phone. "Chan is calling, I gotta take this!"

"Oh, okay!" You watched as he disappeared, your nerves coming back to you.

Most questions were for Felix, which you obviously couldn't answer, but there were a lot of comments about you both.

"'Your dynamic is so fun to watch, I'm glad I stopped in'," You smiled. "Thank you so much, aw. There's a few people who've said similar things, so thank you too."

You kept reading positive comments, laughing and feeling more at ease after expecting the worst.

"'Y/N you must be feeling pretty good with'... oh," The smile on your face faded and you looked down.

The comment read, 'Y/N you must be feeling pretty good with your success, too bad it's only because of your... 'friends'. You're so boring on your own.'

There were a few people agreeing, saying you were too quiet, that people only liked you for who you associated with, that you'd never be so popular on your own.

It hurt.

When Felix came back, you tried not to show how you were feeling, easily falling back into laughing along with him.

"Okay, last question!" He announced. "Let's see here... 'hey Lix, did you know about Y/N's old fan account?'"

You nearly choked on your drink.

"Actually yes, I did."

You blush furiously, looking wide eyed at his face in the corner, mouth hanging open. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes in embarrassment. Before you could say anything. Felix let out a big sigh and a chuckle, shaking his head.

"Fun fact about me... I love secretly interacting with my fans. I may or may not have a secret account..." It was his turn to blush with the confession. "I have a few favourite accounts and," His voice went quieter, "Y/N this is actually so embarrassing to admit to your face, but yours was one of them. When you suddenly stopped posting, I... I was honestly kinda heartbroken. Of course I didn't know it was you at the time!"

For a few moments, you were quiet. What he said came crashing down on you, and suddenly you couldn't stop laughing- no- cackling. He liked your fan account? No, you were one of his favourites?

The idea was so absurd.

"Stop laughing!" He scolded, but his face betrayed him with a wide grin. "It's not- it's not funny! I wanted the world to swallow me up when I found out you were friends with Han considering I'd been lowkey stalking you on the internet for like 3 years!"

Tears streamed freely down your cheeks, and the chat was blowing up. You could barely breathe, coughing to catch your breath.

"Is that why you were so eager to meet?" You asked once you finally calmed down.

"I wanted to put a face to the name," He shrugged, his own laughter calming down. "I mean, I already knew what you looked like I guess. But still! I never expected the chance to meet you."

The chat kept blowing up, but it was finally time to continue what you were here for -- gaming. After a few more frustrating hours, yelling at each other and attempting to be strategic on who does what (but failing horribly), the stream ended.

At the end of the night, your heart felt full. During your years of being a fan account, you worried Felix wasn't who he showed, but tonight and all the texts up until now proved he was even better.

notes ☆ FIRST WRITTEN PART !! also i'm so so excited to get more into the rising stars plotline bc as much as this is a fun fluffy felix x y/n fic, it's also just as much abt y/n on her own! the actually relationship between y/n and felix may be a bit of a slow burn friends to lovers kinda thing bc personally i eat that shit up. but dw!! there are going to be so many cute parts with the two of them. also are we glad the stream was good ?!?! y/n already needed a break LMFAO

taglist ☆ @marcillfll @toplinelix @neri-ner @tfshouldidohere @imasimplol @samvagejkflxhrt @yennifersgeralt @aestheticsluut @cherryuqii @tenebrisirae @roseidol @veryjeongintxtkid @amara-mars @nobuttpics @bmnyy @sheeshhhhfelixsworld @ellelabelle @gini143 @mrsseals16 @veedoesntknaur

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CONGRATULATIONS TO OUR WINNERS!

Most likely to be eaten by a shark - Foolish Gamers - 56.6%

Biggest victim of the Karl effect - Sapnap - 26.7%. Honorable mention to Chris Tyson with 20%

Hops to the most homies - Karl Jacobs - 73.9%

Has the most homies hopping to them - Foolish Gamers - 33% of the vote, narrowly beating GeorgeNotfound at 26.8%

Most likely to fall down a well - Dream - 46.7%

Would die choking on a chicken nugget - Foolish Gamers - 36.4% of the vote, narrowly beating Dream (his stupid baka life)

Biggest caffeine addict - Karl Jacobs - 59.6%

Most likely to microwave fish - Tubbo - 48.2% (note: the poll admins did NOT know about this tweet pre-poll creation)

Would tweet something they REALLY shouldn't have - Dream - 51.1%

Most likely to start a cult - Wilbur Soot - 45.7%

Would go to jail - BadBoyHalo - 39.7%, just beating Tommyinnit at 31.3%

Has gone 2+ weeks between showers - GeorgeNotfound - 59.3%

Would fart at an awards show - Sapnap - 67.2%

Most likely to still be carded at age 50 - GeorgeNotfound - 49.5%

Most likely to leak an unannounced project - Tubbo - 81.6%

Hospitalize another CC completely by accident - Tommyinnit - 53.2%

Would get lost in an IKEA for 3+ hours - Foolish Gamers - 58.3%

Most likely to accidentally doxx someone - Tubbo - 68.9%

Is the most cat-coded - GeorgeNotFound - 72%

Is the most dog-coded - Dream - 56.6%

Shouldn't be trusted in an interview - RedVelvetCake - 41.9%

Most likely to get a town named after them - Technoblade - 54.2%

Least likely to be on time for a group stream - GeorgeNotFound - 41.7%, beating TinaKitten by 10% of the vote

Most cheerful in the face of overwhelming calamity (like spilled coffee) - Dream - 32.3%, beating out Foolish Gamers at 22.2%

The grumpiest streamer award - Punz - 42.7%

Would win a food fight - Sapnap - 33.9%

Most adorable - TinaKitten - 54.2%

Best Pet - Patches - 53.7%

With a special thanks to the funniest nomination: Tubbo (accident), Tommy (on purpose) (for which content creators would start a cult)

Thank you all for participating! It was super fun to organize and do this and the only bad moment was when I was counting up the polls and realized I had to pick both the cutest photo of Tina and the cutest picture of Patches.

[eruden-writes]

Strictly Pleasure - Part 10 (Jek x Heidi)

Summary: An awkward fresh-out-of-a-relationship woman and an orc that owns a sex store enter an adult theater together. She, intent on pushing her own boundaries. He, just looking to give her some sense of safety. Well, that and he wouldn't complain about having a bit of fun himself.

After they inevitably get interrupted, Jek deals with the problem while Heidi flees. Resigned, he believes he'll never see her again.

Thus begins Jek and Heidi's sporadic interactions until, eventually, they find themselves fumbling around each other daily at the very place it started: Strictly Pleasure.

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💋 Part 1 💋Part 2 💋Part 3💋Part 4 💋Part 5 💋 Part 6💋Part 7💋Part 8 💋 Part 9 💋 Part 10 💋 Part 11 (coming soon) 💋

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By the time they arrived at Strictly Pleasure, Heidi became increasingly aware of the situation. She wasn't just going to spend time alone with Jek. There were going to be others present. And his bandmates. They all would have seen what happened with Travis or would be up-to-date on it by the time they arrived at the sex shop. The thought made her stomach lurch.

Just an old biddy with bad taste in men - and alleged gold-digging tendencies - hanging out with rock stars who were once mega famous. Right. Totally didn't make Heidi look bad at all. 

She gnawed on her nerves once they entered the store, finding Jek talking to Gnadi while the rest of their rather large party milled about.

After confirming the theater was empty - thankfully, a slow night at the store according to Gnadi - Jek adjusted the theater settings for streaming capabilities. Since the rest of the band already had streaming capabilities, all that was left was to wait for the stragglers to come in. Which included Heidi. 

“Alright, the theater has been ‘reserved’ for the rest of the wee hours. We can stream some of our old shit or watch whatever vids you sweet fun things want.” Dorzi grinned and winked at his particular contingent of guests.

As the others filed into the theater, chattering amongst themselves, Heidi lingered in the shop with Jek. When most of the others were gone, she turned to Jek as she smiled through a wince. “Actually, is there somewhere I can lay down? I feel a little lightheaded.”

She couldn’t possibly mean to get them alone, Jek thought wildly. But he couldn’t stop the thought from latching to his brain, rousing his hope and eagerness. “Oh, sure. I got a futon in the breakroom. I'll come with you.”

“You don't have to.” Heidi’s eyes widened, raising her hands as if to stop him herself.

“It’s fine, c’mon.” Motioning for her to follow him, Jek led Heidi behind the front counter, passed a grinning Gnadi, and through a door into the back. Along the way, they passed boxes of additional lewd merchandise, posters, a shelf of DVDs, and racks of clothes before passing through another doorway. As she tagged after Jek, her heart skittered in her chest. All of the reminders of carnal pleasure, of risque fun, of sex tainted her thoughts.

Heidi wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it wasn't quite what she found. It was a small breakroom, similar to what one would find at any other business, smelling of lavender thanks to an outlet air freshener. A kitchenette area provided a counter with a microwave and a sink. A fridge took position by the sink, reminders and other memorabilia tacked onto the front with magnets. Opposite the kitchenette was a sitting area, the area denoted with a rug. The infamous futon sat in the middle of the room, clearly part of the sitting area and facing the television that hung on the wall. Other chairs and a coffee table took up the remaining empty space on the rug.

There were no scintillating posters, no pin-up calendars tacked to the wall, no sexual toys, no bowls of condoms and assorted lubes. Just a breakroom, removed from anything sexual. It was a bit of a relief to know an area not dedicated to sex existed in Strictly Pleasure.

Jek watched as Heidi looked around, not sure how she was gauging the area. He half-wondered if she was unimpressed. They had talked about the futon and made illicit little jokes, but - overall - it was just a breakroom. A breakroom where sex might have happened in the past, but one could say that about just about any breakroom. At least from Jek's perspective.

“Thanks, you really don't have to stick around with me. After everything with Travis, I just…” Under Jek’s quiet look, Heidi trailed off, struggling to find the right words. When the silence dragged on a little too long, she sighed and dropped herself onto the futon. In an effort to not meet his attention, she leaned over to slide her purse behind her foot and under the futon. “He said some things that made me self-conscious and I just didn’t want to be around a lot of people.”

As Heidi spoke, Jek shrugged off his pin-covered jacket and folded it, placing it on one of the kitchenette chairs before edging closer to the futon. Easing himself down beside her, Jek waited until Heidi sat up straight again before replying, “I don't take what fuckfaces say seriously, y’know.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re a rich and famous former rockstar and now you own your own business.” She frowned, waving her hands to indicate the store as she choked down bitter feelings and a faint burn at her eyes. While with Travis, she had relied on him. Not out of malice, but because she thought that was what lovers did. They supported each other.

She was a mom and for much of their relationship, she was trying to give Malachai the emotional support and presence he needed. Not wanting to dwell on those past tribulations, Heidi redirected the conversation toward something joking as she leaned back. “Although by owning a sex shop, you’re not exactly burdened by typical professionalism.” 

Jek snorted and turned to her, his left arm lying along the back of the futon and, consequently, her shoulders. His thumb unintentionally skirted against her, a sensation burning along his arm, through his body. Leaning a little closer to Heidi, he peered over his glasses at her. “Big words for someone sitting on my Fuck Futon.”

It was only then that Heidi realized the two of them hadn’t chosen far ends of the futon to sit on. They both sat, more or less, in the middle. His heat bled into her side, coaxing goosebumps to her skin. There was a heat between them that wasn’t simply ambient. It made each breath burn down her throat and filled her lungs with anticipation.

“As I was saying. Not burdened by typical professionalism.” Hiding the effect he had on her, Heidi smiled and shook her head, almost laughing. But her expression flickered, her eyes averting from Jek for a beat. Once again, she realized he was stuck here with her while his friends were enjoying further adult entertainment and other companions. Brief flashes of the first night in the theater antagonized her thoughts. How she had stopped before it got to anything too good. Heidi wasn’t sure the same wouldn’t happen again, given how hard her heart was already beating. She might disappoint him, if he was hoping to have a long-awaited finish.

Jek noticed how her expression changed and waited for her to say what was on her mind. As he waited, his eyes drank in Heidi’s form once again. Once more, he silently thanked whatever force convinced her to leave the hoodie at home. The swell of her breasts, her stomach, her hips all sang a siren song of temptation to him. It made his fingertips itch to touch her, to sink into her. How warm and soft she’d feel under his hand, under him. 

Clamping down on that thought, Jek tore his gaze from Heidi. Fuck, he had to pump the breaks and get himself under control. 

Misreading the tense aura cloaking him, Heidi picked at her fishnets and muttered, “If you want to go and have fun in your theater, don’t let me stop you. I’m sure I’m not more fun than whatever is happening in there.”

Heidi silenced herself as Jek waved his hand to brush off her concerns. When their eyes met again, she wanted to melt into the futon as a soft smile played across his lips. “It’s alright. I’d rather be here.” 

Relief fluttered through her, easing an unacknowledged strain from her own muscles. She couldn't exactly believe Jek was entirely alright with babysitting her, so she prodded a little further. “Most people would be eager to relive their glory days and get lucky, in the process.”

“If I went in there, my bandmates would kill me.” Jek laughed as he leaned against the back cushions, hands behind his head and his ankle crossed at his knee. He shot her a roguish grin, smile lines wrinkling at the corners of his eyes. “I’m a fan favorite.” 

As it struck her earlier in the night, Heidi got the impression he made the same pose a million times over. There was a calculated sort of carelessness around him, trying to be the unflappable cool guy. It was weirdly adorable in a way. She still couldn’t relent to the carefully crafted image. “Ah, well, pity for you, I’m not a fan.” 

Jek raised his eyebrows as he lowered his arms, his lips parting with a devilish smile as he leaned closer to her. “Wanna go into the theater and change that?” 

“Hah, nice try, but I’m still buzzed. Can’t really consent.” Without thinking, she pushed against his chest. The brief contact shot through her arm, making tingles coast down her back.

“Same, but my theater has multiple enchantments on it, including a sobering charm.” Jek let her push him back, her touch making his own heart stutter and his breath catch. Like most humans, she was small compared to him and clashing thoughts - of testing how much she could take, of coddling her - weaseled through his thoughts. 

Despite the tilt of his thoughts, his smile shifted from sharp and sexy to something more serious. “Can’t have people doing things while under the influence of anything. Goes hand in hand with the ‘no recording’ rule.”

Her eyebrows arched high, a quiet challenge glittering in her eyes. Okay, so he covered recording and inebriation, but did he take care of the most obvious and potentially long-lasting issue. “Got an active contraceptive spell too?” 

Tilting his head toward her, Jek only flashed a rakish grin in an affirmative response. Who did she think he was?

Unable to stifle her seemingly constantly delighted smile, Heidi snorted and rolled her eyes. “You really thought of everything.”

"My gram did, I just refined it and kept it up-to-date.” His shoulder lifted in a half-shrug, giving credit where credit was due. Granted, there were always new spells and enchantments or better magic users to pick from every year. He made sure to read reviews, do his homework, and keep the protocols as up-to-date as possible, though.

For a second, Heidi thought he was joking again, but the easy way he said it made her second guess herself. "Your grandmother?" 

“Yeah, she owned this store before me.” Giving another shrug, vague amusement tilted the corners of his lips upward. There was that curious gleam in Heidi’s eyes that made his stomach turn to butterflies. “I took it over when she retired, since I was looking for something out of the limelight.” 

“Why’d you even step down?” After seeing the way Jek acted that night, Heidi realized she was surprised he hadn’t continued performing well past his prime. Little hints of his capability had always slunk into view.

“Eh, well, you know the rockstar lifestyle, right?” Rubbing at the back of his neck, Jek turned his gaze away from her, looking off into a far middle distance. It had felt so long ago. Hell, it had been so long ago. Crazy nights, trashing hotel rooms and partying well into the next day. Showing up drunk to rehearsals and shows. Getting fucked up on whatever party pills or recreational drugs someone brought. It was a wonder he hadn’t died. Not to mention the people he got involved with, the scars they left.

His eyes slid back to Heidi, gauging her reaction as she thought as he wondered how much he should really tell her.

Feeling his eyes on her, Heidi could only imagine what he’d been through. No privacy, the paparazzi everywhere, and the tribulations of fame in the music industry. A lot of celebrities struggled with addictions, stalking, assault, and more. With her voice dipping with care, Heidi said, “Drugs, booze, and sex?”

“Yeah, that and more. Party hard.” The words were said with a heavy dose of dryness as he raised his fist, index and pinkie fingers extended. After shaking his hand a little bit, he dropped the gesture, his arm once more extending along the back of the futon and against the back of Heidi’s shoulders. “I cleaned up my act, kinda, when my kid was born. When our music careers were winding down, I needed something stable and something to do. Nothing too wild, but nothing too straitlaced.” 

“What about your kid’s mom?” As soon as the words were out, Heidi wanted to bite her own tongue off. Gods, that had to make her look too eager. 

Amusement glowed a little brighter in Jek’s eyes as he cocked an eyebrow. “Ah, interested in that, are you?” 

“Well, I am sitting on a Fuck Futon with you.” Shooting him a wry look, Heidi patted the futon’s cushion.

“Fair enough.” Nodding, Jek took a breath to consider how to word himself. Over the years, he had reiterated similar retellings during interviews, it shouldn’t have made his heart beat as hard as it did now. 

“Me and Ruby - Ruby Red, the singer - were on and off for years. Never really good for each other.” Jek shifted under Heidi’s attention, his lower stomach clenching. None of this was a lie. As much as he tried to make things work with Ruby, she was never committed. Lying, cheating, trying to coax him back into the party scene of drugs and alcohol. Over the years, he’d learned how to talk about it without sounding angry, without the ache of those years sinking too deep. “She didn’t want to quit touring and doing her thing, but Jade needed one of us around and Theoretical Menace was winding down.”

Vague memories bubbled up in Heidi’s mind. Ruby Red and Theoretical Menace. Her friends must have gossiped about the two musical sensations. Or maybe Heidi had just heard about them through the cultural zeitgeist over the years. Something tickled at the back of her thoughts, but her attention was more focused on Jek.

At that moment, he seemed a little less robust than previously. Maybe she shouldn’t have asked about his kid or the mother. She could have just researched it later. Still, Heidi was glad she asked. He cared about his kid, put his career aside to make sure she had what she needed. It only made Jek seem all the better. “So you quit the music life, made time for your kid, and took over your grandmother’s sex store?” 

“Well, Theoretical Menace did a few more tours when Jade got older and was fine with me being gone for stretches of time, but yeah.” Another easygoing shrug before he motioned to the room, the store, at large. “Most of my retirement has been here.”

Casting a look around at the breakroom, Heidi nodded and gave an acknowledging hum. 

“One more question,” Heidi said as she turned to Jek, smiling as he seemed to perk up beneath her gaze. Picking at the back cushion, her lips tilted into a slight teasing smile. “Is this your grandma’s Fuck Futon or…?” 

“All my idea, baby,” Jek chuckled as he shifted himself toward Heidi. He vaguely realized one of her legs curled onto the futon when she turned toward him. She was closer than he thought she was, almost tucked against his side. Almost, but not quite.

“Hate to say it,” Heidi mock frowned, pursing her lips in a way that Jek found too distracting, “but I get why you’re a fan favorite.” 

“Hate to say it? Ouch,” he gasped, holding a hand over his heart as a comically over-the-top pained look crossed his face. 

Realizing she was feeling too warm, a small voice in Heidi’s head chided her. There was no way Jek was flirting from genuine interest, just amusement. It was already clear he and his friends invited people back to Strictly Pleasure whenever they were out, wasn’t it? “I doubt you actually care that much.” 

“You’d be surprised. I am a very sensitive softie,” he laughed, waggling his eyebrows to mask how true he found the statement to be himself.

Heidi snorted, her eyes trailing conspicuously to his groin. “Yeah, you look real soft right now.”

Unable to stop himself as the path her eyes took made his insides burn, Jek leaned closer. His voice dropped low, a playful growl to his words. “Keeping looking and I won’t be.”

The gravel in his tone razed along Heidi’s back, bringing a flush to her cheeks. She couldn’t help laughing, averting her gaze to avoid seeing the smugness in his eyes. “You always have something to say, don’t you?” 

“Well, if you want to shut me up, then you should kiss me.” Immediately, Heidi’s attention snapped back to him, her eyes wide. Jek felt like the wind was knocked out of him. Shit, that was too much. And it was immature. What sort of grown man says such a thing? Pushing himself into a straighter position, giving Heidi some space, he apologetically winced. “Shit. Sorry, forget I said that.“

The blush burned too hot on her cheeks for Heidi to feel the cold disappointment ooze through her, though her stomach somersaulted. “You don’t want me to?”

Swallowing while feeling like he was on the edge of something dangerous, Jek’s gaze flickered away from Heidi before quickly returning. “I thought you were too buzzed.”

“I'm not going to regret just kissing you,” Heidi spoke before she really thought about the answer. Something about Jek’s expression, like he too was navigating waters that could buoy him or drown him, echoed in her chest. Covering her own surprise at herself, Heidi fell back to teasing and wrinkled her nose while still smiling. “Well unless you’re really bad at it. I might regret it then.”

As she unintentionally poked at his pride, Jek’s eyes narrowed. Oh, if that’s how she was going to be, he could play. Shifting until his back met the futon’s arm, Jek brought one foot up onto the cushions and braced his left elbow on his knee. His other foot remained on the floor, legs spread enough for someone - namely Heidi - to crawl between them. 

“Well, come on and find out. If you dare.” With his right hand, he motioned for her to come closer. Despite the ease Jek radiated with his eyes half-lidded and his smirk twisted behind his tusks, his heart thundered in his chest as he waited for Heidi’s reaction.

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[madelynpryor]

i wanted to do my own (much smaller lmao) version of the love letter to qsmpblr that everyones been doing

i took a massive break from twitch for a while from 2022-late 2023 so i didn't join the qsmp at the beginning. the first streams i caught were from purgatory 1 and you can guess how confusing that was lol. soulfire was my introduction to the qsmp which i guess is kind of poetic because thats mostly who i stuck with to this day.

tubbo has been my favorite guy to post about for the past couple months and as a tubbling since 2021 ill be continuing to follow him wherever he goes. ive been following charlie even longer so you can be sure ill be sticking with him too <3

i didn't start posting about qsmp for a while because at the time i was a purely dc comics focused blog so my first ever post tagged qsmp comes from december 26th 2023. so i havent been here as long as a lot of others rehbdsk

BUT even though i havent been here too long, i still have so so many positive experiences and i wanna acknowledge some key people who have made it super fun for me here

@qtubbo literally would not be here if it wasnt for you. you were one of the first if not THE first qsmp blogs i followed and your tubbo liveblogging saved me so many times as a pst tubbo viewer

@terezicaptor and @keirawantstocry THE GUYS EVER. i think youre the ppl on qsmpblr i interact with the most. oakley *grips you by the shoulders* you get it. you get it soooo bad. #toxictubblingstogether. and your art is sooo *chef kiss* jay your writing is amazing and you are so easy to talk to. your tina and quackity love is the realest thing ever. you both made me feel v welcome here and youre two of my fav moots so tyy <3

@ultra-raging-ghost the ghostie of all time. you are EVERYWHERE. i think youre secretly 5 ppl running 1 blog. you are insane in the most /pos way possible. could not ask for a better chat to be married to

@thesmpisonfire we have barely interacted but youre literally THE FUCKING GOAT for organizing language day and it would feel wrong to make an appreciation post without including you

@starriknight its always so so fun to see your name pop up 10 million times in my notifs <3 and getting to meet you properly and talk with you in the qsmpblr discord the past couple days has been wonderful

SPEAKING OF THE QSMPBLR DISCORD @sarcastictissy ty for making it and ty for staying so positive all the time its always really nice to see a positive spin on things <3

@tubborucho your post was the one that inspired me to make my version so ty ejcbhwdj and its always super fun to see you in my notifs

@qsmpbutwithsignlanguage its so nice to see another asl user here as i dont really get to meet many on the internet since its a visual language and youre always so kind ty <3

@royalarchivist THE FUCKING GOAAAATTTT!!!!!! i do not think you sleep but thank you for your service as the clip collector of all time

and im sure theres so many people im forgetting to mention but ty ty ty to everyone on here and everyone else on qsmpblr <3