#a repost of art from earlier this year

[st-hedge]

Neat outfits

[angevinyaoiz]

“I once had many appetites. I wanted poetry and power and the young men who create them both. Now I only have one desire left: to see you king”

[smalltimidbean]

Unrelated to previous posts, but mildly concerning that my post count suddenly dropped by like 15 posts

Hope they weren't important posts!!!

[sorobochi-eng-archive]

Memory of No.----- has now been completed.

Below are the last four chapters of the comic.

Chapter 31-32 (⚠ Warning for gore)

Chapter 32.5

Chapter 33

Chapter 34 (ENDING)

Story and artwork by sorobochi English translation by rassicas and trisloshr Typesetting by merrodi SFX Redraws by roachgore

We received permission from sorobochi-san to translate this splatoon fan comic. Please look through this blog if you want to read the earlier chapters. Out of respect to the original author, please do not repost any part of this comic.

There's also really awesome ending art for chapter 34 that will be released later.

Thank you for reading.

This multi-year team project has finally come to a close. I wanted to get everything done by the anniversary that sorobochi wrote their last letter, so I'm really happy that everything came into place. (past the last chapter credit art)

Special thank you to the team: Rassicas, Trisloshr and Roachgore, who go above and beyond in the quality of their work. They've been extremely receptive to my demands and without them this translation could not have been possible. And of course a thank you to you, the readers, for your unending support.

Since we first decided to start translating this manga, there's so much I've learned and such cool people I've been able to meet because of it. It's been a wonderful, terrific ride.

We still intend on translating more Sorobochi stuff in the future - I'll be getting to older chapters to update its quality. There's a cool Agent 4 comic I'm intent on typesetting. So keep an eye out. And get your friends to read this comic now that it's finished.

Okay, bye now.

[sunshine-dies]

repost of earlier svsss AU minus the art because i was rudely flagged down smh

art is now available on twitter!

my train stop for the arbour discord event! a lovely little monster!Shen Yuan AU with some classic obsessive affection from both Shen Yuan and Binghe, classic! i gave it the title "PIDW Playthrough: Easy Mode"

in this au Shen Yuan actually transmigrates well before Binghe is born. he's supposed to transmigrate into Shen Qingqiu's body (hence some silmilarities in facial shapes, as much as Shen Yuan currently has discernible facial shapes) but Shen Qingqiu is still very much alive and kicking (and still a street urchin), so the System hits a wall with where to put him. this causes Shen Yuan's soul to "fester" in a way, and grow into a virus that then turns on the System.

yes, he eats the System. as a treat for all the system haters out there. this means that he successfully consumes everything the System contained, including the mandatory story structure and information on nearly every parameter of the PIDW world, among other things. the only issue is that this information takes a lot of time and effort to actually digest, and it puts him in a kind of coma, which means he wakes up approximately a year into Binghe's tutelage and abuse on Qing Jing Peak.

Shen Yuan wakes up as a creature that exists in the blank spaces of PIDW, in the shadows and beneath rocks and in the dark night sky. he also wakes up incredibly weak, with barely any power and in a body that is formless and so undefined that he has trouble interacting with the world around him. he has knowledge though, a lot of it, and he uses it to find his way to Qing Jing Peak and to the woodshed where Luo Binghe sleeps. their first encounter begins with Shen Yuan sneaking in through the gap beneath the door, tugging a small jar of medicine with him. Luo Binghe's body recognises his presence as something ancient and eldritch, even as his mind struggles to see what's so scary about a puddle of shadows with two bright blue, rectangular eyes. and so the saga of Shen Yuan living in Luo Binghe's shadows begins. Shen Yuan gathers his strength while following Luo Binghe around, giving him advice after advice, teaching him, helping him practise. for every punishment Shen Qingqiu doles out, Shen Yuan commits a petty crime or two, although Binghe insists that it's fine. he's loyal to Shen Yuan now, who seems happiest when he manages to help Luo Binghe, and who teaches him more and better than any other hallmaster.

Shen Yuan goes on all available side-quests, saving Liu Qingge in the Lingshi-caves and assisting Luo Binghe and Cang Qiong as a whole during the demonic invasion. he's pulled into the dreamscape Meng Mo builds for Luo Binghe, where Luo Binghe once again refuses to take Meng Mo as his Shizun. when the Immortal Alliance Conference rolls around, Shen Yuan helps Luo Binghe in his battle with the Black Moon Rhynoceros Python when his cradle seal breaks, but hesitates when Shen Qingqiu is about to push Luo Binghe into the Abyss. he ultimately lets him, if only so that Binghe will finally be free from Shen Qingqiu's abuse. they fall together, Shen Yuan cushioning Luo Binghe's landing, and then they search for Xin Mo together. with Shen Yuan's knowledge it's laughably easy, and they resurface in the Demon Realm a few months later, where Shen Yuan insists that they spend some time in seclusion so that Binghe can grow into his new body and his new sword (which Shen Yuan somehow bullies into being relatively docile. he's an omnipotent eldritch monster, he can totally do that. i don't make the rules). neither of them says anything about how nice this seclusion is, or how they kind of don't want to go back to society ever again.

demonic heritage and Xin Mo mastered, they go on a roadtrip to absolutely demolish Mobei Jun and every other Demon King/Demon Noble/etc. and gain power in the Demon Realm. Shen Yuan insists that they do so for the sake of reaching Luo Binghe's "bright, glorious fate" (minus the wives, which he bristles at the mere thought of. his sweet Binghe is too good for those shallow women!). Luo Binghe is not sure he cares enough so long as he gets to curl up among Shen Yuan's silky-soft, gentle tendrils every night and gets to hear him ramble on about this or that random monster they came across. one day, as he's cleaning Xin Mo at the edge of a bloodied battlefield with Shen Yuan at his back telling him what a good job he did, he says so. Shen Yuan is confused - doesn't Binghe want power and riches and revenge? but Luo Binghe tells him he doesn't really care at all, so long as Shen Yuan stays with him.

that's as far as i thought, so cue the obligatory Shen Yuan freak-out (can a mass of non-binary but male-identifying shadows be gay? maybe it's better not to put a label on it) aaaand yeah they totally get married. they probably get a small cottage in the middle of nowhere relatively close to a village and live a quiet, happy existence for the rest of their lives, occasionally interrupted by this or that demon or cultivator appearing to kill Luo Binghe the demon emperor and bring his head back as retribution for his or her ancestors (Binghe totally ditched his half-assembled empire for that monster D. he does not give a fuck). maybe they go on adventures together. Shen Yuan gets infinite chances to infodump, and Luo Binghe stares at him with heart eyes as he listens. win-win.

cut to Shang Qinghua frantically panicking about where the protaginst is. nothing gets resolved, but at least bingyuan are happy, i guess. maybe Shang Qinghua gathers his energy and helps Mobei Jun usurp the throne instead. or not. what do i know.

[svnarin]

⊹˚₊‧ first date disasters

featuring! isagi, bachira, nagi, rin, barou

a/n! this has been rotting on my docs for a year now 👍

ISAGI YOICHI meticulously planned everything—from eating breakfast at a local cafe to painting matching ceramic mugs at a ceramics studio. although his plans didn’t go well even from the very beginning when the cafe you were guys supposed to eat at didn’t open for the day due to an emergency. not only that but when you guys were painting your matching ceramic mugs, some kid accidentally bumped into him—making him drop the ceramic mug he was painting on the floor and breaking it. 

BACHIRA MEGURU was so excited to go on a date with you—a movie date at the cinemas. but he was so excited that he used up all his energy which led him to fall asleep in his room unexpectedly—leading the two of you to arrive 30 minutes late to the cinema. and when both of you finally got there, the tickets to the movie you really wanted to watch were already sold out so you ended up watching the only movie with tickets left—the most boring one in both of your opinions. 

NAGI SEISHIRO tried his best to wake up early for your date but his alarm failed him (he slept through all the alarms). for being late for the date, he thought of getting something for you from a claw machine as compensation. after immediately getting his first plush on the claw machine, he thought of getting you another one, so he did. one plush turned into two, and two turned into four. he became so busy trying to get you everything from that claw machine that he forgot about the time—making him arrive much later on your date. 

ITOSHI RIN just wanted to have a very simple first date, so you guys decided just to watch some movies over at his family home. both of you planned to just watch some horror movies at night before bringing you home, but while watching a horror movie that you guys chose, it started raining heavily before turning into a thunderstorm. both of you thought that it would soon subside when all of a sudden the power went out. not only that but even after hours, the thunderstorm still hadn’t subsided, so you decided to spend your night at his family home—in his room, while he stayed in his brother’s to give you some personal space. 

BAROU SHOUEI wanted to pick you up for your first date that he planned—an art gallery date. but when he finally reached your home and met up with you, he realized that he had forgotten to bring his gift to you. he insisted that he needed to give you the gift first before going to the art gallery, but when he reached his home to get it, he saw that the trash bags that the garbage men were supposed to pick up that day was trashed by some stray dogs—making him clean everything first before coming back to you. but when the two of you finally came to the art gallery, it closed much earlier than you guys had expected. 

𝐒𝐕𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 | repost, modification, and translation of my works on any platforms are strictly prohibited.

[umaia3aurart]

Hi, there!

I'm UMA also as known Usacom in the past.

It has been a while since my last art post here. And I made a bit of a mistake by changing my Tumblr username without realizing that the URL would also change! Now I've lost the link to my previous blog. I really messed up! 🫨 I've just reblogged them now but should I repost them again? 😂😭

Anyway for today, I wanted to share my new KOBD fan art with you all!

Interestingly, I had a dream that they had their babies earlier this year. 💥💥

The babies look exactly like their parents but got the opposite eye color from each parent.

They looked so adorable and happy in my dream ☺️

[requiemforthepoets]

i’ve got a stack of mail and a tall can 𖦹 OP81

PAIRINGS: oscar piastri x female!reader

SUMMARY: you and oscar are two peas in a pod, but as you both grow up and began carving your own paths, everything just changed.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this one’s a bit new, i tried writing in third pov. so i hope this little experiment will be okay. hope you’ll enjoy this one :)

REMINDER: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect to the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

WARNINGS: angst, mention of death and sad ending (if you squint enough)

Once, their lives had been intertwined like the roots of an old tree, growing together. From the time they were children, she and Oscar had been inseparable, they’d always share everything—school days that are filled with laughter, birthday parties that are often celebrated together and marked by chaotic games, playing by the streets under the bright sun during the summer and countless sleepovers in a tent by the backyard, where they would both whisper secrets under the starlit skies. Those were the golden years, spent building forts out of blankets and dreaming of grand adventures. They are each other’s constant—constant presence amidst the ebb and flow of growing up.

It was one autumn afternoon, as they are both sat beneath the sprawling oak tree in Oscar’s backyard, he looked at her with wide eyes that are filled with excitement.

“I’m going to be a race car driver,” he said, as his voice are laced with a mix of determination and excitement. She grinned, heart swelling with pride, “I’m going to be an artist!” She exclaimed, voice full of hopeful ambition.

They promised—pinky promised, a promise that holds the highest regard of promises, that no matter where their dreams take them, they would always find a way back to each other, in this spot beneath the oak tree, and right in this moment.

But as the years passed by, their lives began to diverge. Oscar’s path took him into the fast paced world of racing, while she decided to move and pursue her studies in another country. She immersed herself in the world of art, and the moment she graduated, she began to work tirelessly in her own studio. Their lives, once so closely knit, started to drift apart. Phone calls became less frequent, messages less personal. Soon, they found themselves swallowed by their own ambitions, those promises that were made under the oak tree are slowly becoming a distant memories.

Today, she was back in town for a brief visit, her heart unexpectedly drawn to the familiar Brighton streets—a familiar yet distant street and an unspoken hope that maybe, just maybe, things could feel like they once did. The street was much quieter now than the last time she remembered, lined with the same old trees and houses, but the sense of nostalgia was evident. She could still hear the echoes of the shared laughter and see the faint traces of their carefree childhood days, making her smile to herself.

Mrs. Lee, a kind old lady that had been their neighbor for almost forever, was still around. She had managed to stop by for a chat, and she was happy that Mrs. Lee could still remember her despite being gone for too long. Mrs. Lee had told her that Oscar was in town, having just finished a successful race season and dropped by earlier at Mrs. Lee’s house to say hello.

The idea of running into him was both exciting and nerve-wracking for her, she didn’t know if she’s ready to face the man who was once her closest friend, that is now a celebrated figure. Despite of losing contact with each other, she never failed to support Oscar. When she got the time, she would tune in and watch Oscar’s race.

As she walked past the old houses, she saw Nicole, talking to someone outside a small café, the kind where she and Oscar used to grab ice cream after school. Her heart skipped a beat, hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should approach her or just quietly walk away. The fear of Nicole no longer know or recognize her lingers, since it has been years since she left Australia.

But as if sensing her presence, Nicole turned her head and saw her. Nicole’s eyes widened in surprise, and a genuine, warm smile spread across her face. She quickly said her goodbyes to the one she’s talking and immediately rushed to her from across the street, where she were stood.

“Oh my goodness, y/n? Is that really you?” Her voice was filled with a mix of disbelief anf happiness. She nodded, trying to steady her nerves. “Hi, Nicole. Yes, it’s me, little ol’ y/n. It’s been a long time.”

Nicole pulled you into a tight hug, her embrace as familiar as ever. “It really has, darling. You look great! What brings you back here?” She broke the hug and looked at her softly.

“Oh, you know, I’m just visiting the house and the folks,” she said, her voice slightly cracking. “And thought I’d walk around and see how things have changed.” Without replying, Nicole hugged her again.

“Have you and Oscar already seen each other? I’m sure he would be thrilled to see you! He’s just inside the café grabbing a few drinks.” She smiled in excitement. “Not yet, I just got here and dropped by at Mrs. Lee for a chat.”

“Come on then!” Nicole gently guided you towards the café, and as she got closer to the establishment, she can see the familiar figure of Oscar.

The nerve had began settling in, she doesn’t know how Oscar would react to seeing her again after so many years. They had lost contact and she’s not sure if Oscar even remembers her.

“Look who I bumped into!” She said excitedly as she approached Oscar, with her trailing right after Nicole. Oscar’s eyes went wide, causing her to smile and shyly wave at him.

“y/n?” He quickly brushed off his shocked reaction and had been quickly replaced by a smile. “Hey, Oscar. Been a long time, huh.”

Oscar rushed towards you, engulfing you in hug. A hug that felt like home. “Way too long.” He responded while still hugging you. “I didn’t expect that you’ll be back in Australia.”

She chuckled, “well, here I am. In the flesh.”

“y/n, why don’t you come over for dinner?” Oscar just looked at you, hopefully. “Yeah, sure. I would love to.” Nicole cheered excitedly.

The dinner at the Piastris went very well, it is nice to see them again, and she was surprised how Oscar’s sisters had grown so much—to which they were happy to see her again, and Chris was glad as well that she’s back in Australia. Right after dinner, Oscar had invited you by the backyard. She had followed him and realized that they were heading to the oak tree where they used to sit and talk about everything.

“I can’t believe that this tree’s still here. Wow.” She said in amazement. “Yeah. I never really wanted this tree to be removed, honestly. It holds a lot of memories.” He chuckled.

They both sat down under the oak tree and looked up at the star, just like what they did back when they were still kids. There was a comfortable silence between them, until she decided to break the silence.

“You’ve really made a name for yourself,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks, y/n. That means a lot,” Oscar replied, “and you? How’s everything going on with you?” He turned to look at you.

“Busy, but good.” She answered. “I’ve been working on some big projects. It’s fulfilling and keeps me busy, you know. But I sometimes miss how life had been easy for us back in the old days.” Oscar nodded, understanding.

“I’m really sorry for what happened to your parents.” She smiled at him. “Don’t be, it’s not your fault.”

“But still, I’m sorry that I wasn’t there when you needed me the most.” She sighed. “It’s okay, Oscar. Really. As they say, life has many ways of testing a person, and this might be mine…” she trailed off.

“How do you feel now?” He asked. “I’m okay. I mean it still hurts, but learned to kept myself busy, you know—emotions can’t can’t hit a moving target…” she trailed off.

“So what are your plans now?” She pondered for a bit. “I don’t know. I don’t really think much about future plans, if I’m being honest. Wherever the wind will take me, I guess? I’m happy where life took me these past couple of years, and I intend to keep it that way.” Her response caused Oscar to chuckle.

“So, you’re more like carpe diem?” He replied, “eh, pretty much!” They both laughed at her response.

They continued talking, reminiscing about the everything. It fascinated her the life that Oscar managed to achieve, and she couldn’t even be more prouder for him. Yet, as they spoke, she felt a tug of longing for what could have been and the feelings that she had harbored toward Oscar for the longest of time. She had always imagined a future where their paths might cross in different way, but now it seemed clear that their time had passed.

“It has been a fun night, Oscar. I really did miss this.” She turned towards him and smiled softly. “It has been, really.”

“As much as I want to stay up late and catch up, I still haven’t recovered from my flight.” She chuckled. “Well, it’s best you go and rest.” He smiled.

They both head back inside the house and bid her goodbyes to Nicole, Chris, and her sisters.

“Thank you so much, Nicole and Chris for a lovely evening.” The couple smiled at her. “You’re very welcome, y/n. If you need anything, just come or call us.” Nicole said.

“You’re welcome here anytime, kiddo. You’re basically a family to us.” Chris patted her shoulder. “I will. Thank you so much again.” They hugged her briefly.

Oscar walked you to the gates, before she leaves, she turned to him. “Thank you, Oscar. It was really nice seeing you again.” He smiled. “It was really nice seeing you again too. It was due time we see each other again.”

He hugged her again once more, but a bit tighter this time. “Promise me you won’t be a stranger,” he said, his voice carrying a bit of the old familiarity.

“I promise,” she replied, though she knew that the distance between them would always remain. “Take care of yourself, Oscar.” With one last pat at his shoulder, she walked away.

There was a lot of things that had been unsaid tonight. But despite the heaviness she felt in her chest, there are things that are better off unsaid. Seeing Oscar so happy and successful was bittersweet. Her feeling for him, once so strong, but in the end, only three things had mattered—how much you loved him, how you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things are not meant for you.

[tetsuskei]

notes: repost from my old blog, based on an old post and brief convo w rei @/sir-kuroo. divider by the great remi @/cafekitsune <3

warnings: office au, self indulgent, reader is a few years younger than kuroo

“do you come here often?”

kuroo tetsurou, a colleague, slides up next to you in the breakroom. his personality is suave and carries an air of sharpness, yet warmth and comfort. he’s always gone out of his way to make those around him feel welcome, and you’re no short of that. if you could think of a household name for your company, it would be his. many speak of him but rarely do many actually see him.

you wonder what’s made him grace yourself with his presence—coincidence, or fate?

he grins boyishly, rocking his feet as he looks at you with the most shining (and pretty) hazel eyes.

you blink slowly, processing his words.

“um…i work here. we’re coworkers.” you answer slowly, nodding to your work badge before resuming your activity of making your daily coffee. your heart starts to race at being watched and you try not to spill anything.

you don’t blame kuroo for not knowing exactly who you are. you work in the art department while he does promotion. you’re like two ships sailing past each other in the night. you’ve crossed paths a few times during brainstorming sessions and kickoffs for projects, but you never fully interacted before. at least not directly. only short pleasantries have ever been shared between each other.

the man’s face pales, smile faltering as you unintentionally dismiss his—quite sad—attempt at getting with you. he quickly regains confidence, though.

you hear him laugh softly before he shifts his weight to his opposite foot. “well just as i thought. i guess that means we work together, huh?”

kuroo watches your nose crinkle cutely as you frown and then laugh nervously, “kuroo-san, i don’t mean to say this with any disrespect, but if you’re still confused, i can contact HR for you.” maybe because you’re new he doesn’t know you’re a full time employee. did he think you were a temp? a freelancer?

and as crushed as kuroo currently is, his heart flutters at the way you say his name. he doesn’t know how, but your obliviousness is endearing and wholesome. he only wishes to grab you by the shoulders and shake you, to make you see what he’s trying to say.

the reality is, he’s seen you around many times. only just now did he work up his own courage to start a full fledged conversation with you. you’re very cute. shy, he can tell. but that only makes him more intrigued and persistent in getting to know you. you remind him a lot of kenma, actually.

said best friend implied kuroo was being shy himself, but he’ll deny it to the grave. he’s too stubborn to take his advice on how to approach you.

and the result? an embarrassingly horrible joke he came up with due to word vomit. he didn’t expect to run into you, but by the grace of god, you’d been right where you are, and he did not want to miss this opportunity.

he rubs the back of his head. “ahh no. i don’t need that, but thanks. i appreciate it.” he says, ending his reply with your name.

your eyes widen in surprise. “you…know who i am?” you blink, tilting your head.

kuroo thinks he’s acquiring cute aggression.

he nods, “of course i do. i know the names of practically everyone here.”

“oh.” you say, deflating a little, hope dissolving from your heart. your fingers tap your mug in thought. “right. it was just that…it seemed like you didn’t know i worked here, so i was confused.”

he clears his throat, noticing your dejection, “no! i definitely do! sorry, i worded myself wrong earlier. i-it’s just that—never mind.” he runs a hand over his face, and you’re shocked to see how nervous he suddenly appears. he always seems so confident and sure of himself, you wonder what could be going on now.

“no worries or hard feelings.” you laugh, and his shoulder sag with relief. did you know your voice could be so calming?

the tall man exhales, releasing the rest of his nerves. “allow me to start over. hi, i’m kuroo tetsurou, i work in the promotion department.” he shakes your hand, “i’ve seen your work. it’s really impressive.”

you palm is clammy as you return the handshake and introduction, but the smell of his cologne makes you feel more at ease.

“it’s nice to formally meet you, kuroo-san. you work for the jva is nothing short of amazing.” you reply.

“oh,” he quickly becomes bashful, a humble smile on his face, “it was nothing, really.”

he changes the topic, “but enough about me. back to you. i’ve been meaning to tell you all of that for awhile, but never worked up the courage to. i really should have sooner, i appreciate all that you’ve done to make the jva as successful as it is.” he continues, smiling. he hopes and begs that you don’t see his cheeks turning red.

your expressions lifts again, and kuroo can’t help but notice the small dimple in your left cheek. “thank you! that’s very kind of you, kuroo-san! you didn’t have to thank me at all, i’m just doing my job.”

“that’s true, but you’re very talented. needed to at least acknowledge that.” he nods.

“i guess so! the last project did require a lot of late nights and hard work…” unbeknownst to yourself, you start to ramble about your process.

his perceptive nature looks over your features. he notes the way you hold yourself, fingers fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater–a pink one he’s always been able to identify you by. your eyes seem to travel when they hold contact with someone for too long. you purse your lips when you’re lost in thought. but when you’re comfortable, you use your hands to gesture, expressions surprisingly animated, which make you seem more animated than your usual reserved state.

noticing the way he stares at you, you quickly stop, feeling embarrassed.

“oh! i’m so sorry, i’ve been talking your ear off. you probably didn’t want to know all of that…i bet you’re busy anyways.” you say, bowing out of apology.

kuroo only shakes his head, “ah it’s not a problem at all! you’re truly mistaken! it’s nice listening to how you work. i don’t have a creative bone in my body, so it helps me to understand better. plus, you have a very nice voice.”

wide eyes blink up at him and another smile pops up on your face. you giggle, “thank you! you’re very kind!”

“no problem,” he steps back slightly, clearing his throat, “i know this is the first time we are really talking but…would you…like to get lunch sometime? to get to know each other better?”

you think about work and your connections. as a new employee this would be good for you, right? to build more healthy work relationships. the more people you can know, the better. especially across different departments.

a smile appears on your face and you nod. “why not? should we invite anyone else to join? i think—“

he laughs, shaking his head, “no sweetheart, just you and i.”

you’re stunned. “o-oh…”

“you can say no, i won’t be offended.” he assures.

panic resides in you and you frantically wave your hands. “it’s not that! i’d be more than happy to! i mean, i’ve been looking to get to know you better anyways!”

a hand flies to your mouth and your eyes widen once you realize what you just said.

“w-what i meant was…it’s better to get to know someone 1 on 1 anyways! yanno?” you correct, heart pounding out of your chest. you’re screwed. he’s going think you’re weird.

kuroo smirks, a small hum of appreciation escaping him as he nods, “right, of course. well, i’m glad to hear that. why don’t we exchange numbers ahead of time so we can talk details later?”

after typing each others numbers in, he notices you just entered your first name into his phone.

he softly says it out loud , and a weird, twisting feeling forms in your gut. a small part of you wishes he’d say it again.

“um…you can call me that if you want, but don’t feel pressured to.” you tell him. “i’m just not too big on formality.”

he shakes his head. “not a problem at all. it’s a very lovely name.”

“thanks, kuroo-san.” you beam.

“call me tetsurou. it’s only fair, right?” he winks, patting your shoulder. it shocks you how big his hand is, but you quickly peel your eyes away from it.

he steps back, pocketing his phone before looking at his watch. “well, i should be off now. but we’ll catch up later? i’d love to pick your brain about an upcoming idea.”

“s-sure!” you call, waving after him. “see you, tetsurou!”

he waves back, saying over his shoulder, “do me a favor, yeah?”

“what’s that?”

“remember it’s okay to be proud of your work. you worked hard, so own it.” he says, sending you a warm smile.

“right, i will!” you nod. your heart is full from his advice, and you cling onto his sentiment.

“‘tetsurou’, huh?” your coworker, kazuma, walks up besides you as soon as the rooster head is out of sight. “when did you start getting buddy buddy with the head to the promotion department?”

you raise a brow. “what do you mean? that’s the first time i’ve actually had a full conversation with him. i don’t know why i was so scared to! he’s a very nice guy!” you explain.

he laughs, nodding. “right, ‘nice guy’…”

you blink. “what? did he do something to someone?” you lean in, whispering, “did he like…beat someone up?”

kazuma rolls his eyes, sighing as he fixes his own coffee, “nothing of that sort. you’ll figure it out.”

before you can question him, he turns on his heel and leaves. you start after him, but he’s too fast for you so you give up.

“weird…” you mumble. you shrug before deciding as unfortunate as it is, you should get back to work.

throughout the entire duration of your walk back to your desk, you realize two things.

1, you left your coffee in the break room, and 2–

you notice that under the notes section of kuroo’s contact, he’s put, ‘prospective work husband’.

oh. shit.

that’s what it was.

kuroo was flirting with you the entire time.

reblogs and interactive appreciated!

[wave2tyun]

apple cider | ☆

pairing: huening kai x reader

genre: fluff, childhood friends to lovers

summary: you were foolishly blind to the feelings you held for your best friend, huening kai, until one they, they started to bottle up like soda pop

warnings: slight injury?? nothing serious<3

word count: 3.5k

a/n: apple cider by beabadoobee has been ON REPEAT!!!! these past few days!!!!1!1! which is why i believed it might be the perfect time to bring this fic back!!😋 i love love love writing things based on songs, and this is (obviously asbdsjha) where the inspo for this fic came from, as well as the studio ghibli movie 'from up on poppy hill'!! :D also, is it just me or do 24 hours in a day simply not feel like enough anymore......?😖

☆ = repost from my old blog!!

huening kai was the definition of a sweetheart. grandmas loved him, animals adored him, he was the type of boy anybody's parents would be delighted to meet if you brought him home. and most importantly, he was your best friend.

you and kai met in kindergarten. your very first interaction happened when your parents were late to pick you up, so you, a sensitive child started crying a river. kai was even faster than the teacher to approach you, napkin in his hand and a sweet smile on his face. he patted your back until your parents arrived, sometimes cracking some pokemon impressions in an attempt to make you smile again like he saw you earlier that morning. during your arts and crafts session the next day, you made kai a sloppy drawing of his favorite pokemon character, which, to this day, he insists is the greatest gift he has ever received, the treasured piece of paper sitting in a frame on his nightstand to remain in pristine condition.

from that day on, you only ended up spending more and more time together. you switched seats so that you could sit next to each other during classes, played together during breaks and became lunch buddies, an unspoken promise which had been kept during primary school, middle school, and even now, as you were both high school students in your last year. kai grew up to be a piano prodigy, thus becoming the president of the school's music club. you, on the other hand, wasn't any interested in any extracurricular activities, preferring to stay in bed and sleep your day away on the days where your parents weren't attacking you with house chores. still, you and kai were stuck together like glue. you talked on the phone every day at midnight, rambling on about your day or about anything that crossed your mind; you tried your best to meet up outside of school whenever your schedules allowed, popping a cold bottle of your favorite sweet apple cider.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

your eyes scanned the tables for kai once again. he told you to meet up at the outside dining area, but 15 minutes had passed and he was nowhere to be seen. you huffed, placing your tray down at a table where some of your classmates sat. ‘can’t believe he’d ditch me today’ you angrily pierced the straw through your milk carton.

the sound of a loud horn startled you, making you almost choke on your drink. the highest windows of the school were opened with a bang, paper scrolls coming out of them, followed by the heads of some students as they were peeking out.

“are those the club leaders?” someone at your table asked.

“yeah...seems like so” yunjin answered “what are they up to now?”

you shielded your eyes with your hand, squinting as you tried to read the words written on the papers.

‘lack of freedom kills the people’

“they’re protesting” you broke the silence, making everyone’s head turn towards you “the principal has been wanting to shut down the clubs”

some students gathered around the dining area, they moved in sync and with fast movements, taking out the grate that was placed over the water basin outside. you shrugged, going back to your meal. you weren’t exactly sure what they were going to achieve with this. not even a minute later, yunjin gave you a tap on the shoulder, pointing towards the roof.

“isn’t that-“ she stopped midway, unable to finish her sentence. your face was instantly drained of color at the sight.

it was huening kai.

“what the hell is he doing up there” you mumbled, frowning. you didn’t have a good feeling about this- whatever this was.

huening kai had a bright smile plastered on his face, the whole school’s attention being on him. he coughed then cleared his throat before loudly speaking.

“if our words weren’t enough to reach principal Jung, then that means that it is time for us to turn to actions” he inched closer towards the edge of the roof. his voice remained confident, but his hands betrayed him, shaking as he held the mic close to his chest.

you gulped. you felt nauseous, an empty feeling was taking over your stomach despite the distance between the roof and the ground not being that high.

“if you don’t want to respect us- we will make ourselves heard” huening kai turned his head, looking back at the boys behind him, who gave him a short nod. then, he put the mic down, taking a deep breath before diving into the air, aiming for the water basin.

the plan was easier said than done, and kai stumbled into a bush before landing down on his knees in the shallow water. the members of the photography club were quick to capture the moment, just like you were quick to jump out of your seat and approach the boy. “are you okay-“ you reached your hand out to help him stand up. kai’s smile never faltered away, and once he was back on his feet, he gave you a wink as he clasped your hands together. the bright flashes of the cameras surrounded you in an instant, the photographers pushing through to get “the best shot”.

your cheeks turned a bright shade of red, and you let go of his hands, mumbling as you went back to your seat “stupid- so stupid” you continued to stuff your face with the sandwich you had packed in your lunch bag. why was your face burning that much anyway- you shook your head, trying to ignore the thoughts invading your mind, as well as the hushed whispers coming from all around you. you couldn’t let such foolish actions disturb your day.

kai, as usual, still called you that night. you, however, loved being stubborn. when you saw his name coming up on the screen of your phone, you contemplated for a few minutes, before swiping to deny the call. ‘that should teach him’ you thought. barely a minute later, you were already regretting your decision. you were still mad at him, yet, for some reason, you still wanted to hear his voice, just like every other night. it never mattered to you whether it was a proper conversation. you didn’t care what kai would be talking about- you just wanted to feel like you had him, in some way, close to you, though your pride didn’t allow you to be the one to initiate another call. why was it that you wished to hear him so badly? after all, you didn’t even like him...right? or at least- you didn’t even like him that much- right?

you tossed and turned in your bed, unable to let your eyelids close.

fuck.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

dark circles adored your eyes as a result of the poor sleep you had last night. you wished you could skip the first period and remain in bed for just a few minutes more, but your mom wasn’t having any of that. she took the blanket off your bed and opened your window, forcing you to get up and get ready for the day.

you stood in the hallway, head buried in the school’s newspaper, which teased ‘a revolution’ as well as ‘an endearing romance’ with a big image of you and kai holding hands on the front page.

“is there any way i could make it up to you?” you heard a voice near you.

you closed your locker’s door, kai’s face coming into sight, grinning as always. you wanted to ignore him for the day, pretending to be mad at him for the embarrassment that he had put you through the day before. but kai knew you too well- he had already anticipated your reaction to his stunt, and he wasn’t going to let you get rid of him so easily.

“depends. do you have anything in mind?” you crossed your arms, leaning on your side against the locker.

“apple cider, 10 pm at the playground. sounds good?”

you bit your lip to fight back the smile that was threatening to take over your face. looking down at the floor, you chuckled.

“i guess that would suffice. we’ll see”

the bell rang, signaling the end of your break. kai took the chance to quickly ruffle your hair before sprinting to his class. ‘dork’ you snorted, putting it back into place before going your own way.

you were quick to prepare dinner that day. both of your parents were taken aback by the stark change in your attitude compared to how you behaved in the morning, the sudden surge in energy being questionable. they chose not to bring it up though, afraid that they might ruin your mood. you arrived at the playground at 10 pm sharp and sat on one of the swings there, protecting the other vacant one from the kids that still lingered around until kai came. and soon enough, there he was, apple cider bottles in his hands (just like he promised) as he approached you. you smiled at the sight.

“are you that happy to see me?”

“you wish- i’m just happy to receive the apple cider” you joked, lying through your teeth.

“ah- i’m hurt” hueningkai frowned, dramatically putting a hand over his heart. you laughed at his cute antics. he took his place on the swing, handing you one bottle.

“that jumper looks pretty on you, i like it”

“t-thanks” you stuttered, looking down, failing to see the tips of his ears turning pink. you took a sip from the bottle, the taste so refreshing and all too familiar.

“so- did you manage to convince the principal not to shut down the clubs?”

kai chuckled, reminiscing the events “yeah-“ he stood up, putting his hands on his hips and clearing his throat before speaking again with an exaggerated lower voice “never in my 40 years in this field have i ever seen such- such outrageous actions” pinching the bridge of his nose, he continued “whatever, just do whatever you want. at this point it’s less of a pain to let you continue than to cancel everything”

you burst into laughter at his silly act. kai always had his imitations spot on, and to you, it was much more entertaining than any kind of comedy movie.

“i’m glad it wasn’t all in vain” your smile died down upon noticing the bandages wrapped around his hand “is your hand okay though?”

“oh- yeah, don’t worry about it, it’s just a scratch” he replied quickly, stuffing it in the pocket of his jacket before sitting back down. you sat in silence for a while after that, kicking around the pebbles underneath your feet.

“i’m sorry” kai whispered softly.

“hm? sorry for what?” you frowned.

“sorry for getting you involved in this, it wasn’t supposed to be like that- i told the other members of the club to remove the picture from the article but they didn’t listen”

“hey- it’s okay” you reassured him “it was out of your control, it wasn’t like you knew this whole fiasco was going to unfold”

“but-“ he tried to argue,

“no buts” you interrupted him, laughing “whatever happened, happened. plus- i got to drink some apple cider. even better since it was with you- so, it’s all good”

kai returned your smile, he seemed to be a bit more at ease after hearing those words. you wished that you could have found the strength to get up and give him a hug too, but you were too afraid that your heart would burst if you did that now.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“i’m home” you shouted as you stepped inside the house. leaving your bag on the floor in the hallway, you dragged your feet to the kitchen and put on the apron to get started on your dinner. your parents never got off work before your classes ended, meaning that the responsibility of preparing food for everybody always fell on you. you opened the cabinet underneath the sink to get some potatoes, but your hand reached out into nothingness. confused, you crouched down to have a better look. your face dropped as you realised that there was nothing left inside. that one vegetable was the whole star of the dish, meaning that there was simply no way to substitute it.

‘shit shit shit-‘ you stormed out the door, wanting to slap yourself in the face as you recalled the moment your mother asked you to stop by the farmer’s market in the morning. maybe, just this once, the traffic would be jammed and your parents wouldn’t be so quick to return home from work. you struggled to put on your jumper as you also held a basket in your hand, wanting to be as quick as possible. just as you were about to make your way down, you someone called out from behind you:

“need a ride?” kai was riding his bike to his grandparents, but stopped in his tracks upon seeing you in such a hurried and panicked state.

“god- yes, please” you fumbled over your words. the timing couldn’t have been any more perfect; you were so grateful to see him there, you could almost see a ray of light shining on him and a halo on top of his head.

“have a seat then” he laughed.

you quickly sat down in the back of kai’s bicycle. looking down at the steep path in front of you, you gulped “are you sure it’s okay for us to ride together?”

“just hold on tight” kai took hold of your hands and wrapped them around his torso before pressing on one pedal with his foot. you couldn’t even brace yourself properly for the impact as you went down the hill of doom; your head instantly hit kai’s muscular back, and you found yourself holding his body tighter. you closed your eyes, trying to shift your focus from the citizens passing by you in a blur, to the sweet scent of his fruit-punch shampoo invading your senses. kai swiftly took a turn to the left, effortlessly avoiding all the possible obstacles in his path. thankfully, you both made it to the farmer’s market in one piece.

sighing in relief, you lifted yourself up and walked to the nearest vegetable stall around. kai remained right next to you, making a purchase of his own. he munched on a freshly fried hashbrown as you did the necessary shopping, holding a second piece in his other hand.

“all done” your shoulders slumped down, the whole thing had drained you both physically and mentally. you quirked an eyebrow as you looked at kai eating.

“what?” he asked, throwing the last piece of food in his mouth “i need energy to go back”

“right” you sighed “thank you so much. i might live to see another day because of you” you tried to joke. in reality, the thought of your parents scolding you alone was enough to make your heart start beating faster.

“don’t worry about it” he chuckled “here- take this” he handed you the hashbrown he had been holding. you took it reluctantly, not having expected to receive something like this.

“eat it- it’s good. plus, you need energy too” kai grabbed his bicycle again, positioning himself on the leather seat “i have to go now, you should probably hurry too.” he smiled “take care, y/n” kai sent you a little wave before setting off. you stood on the side of the road for one more moment, smiling at the hashbrown in your hand. you took the first bite as you started to go up the hill again, the worries that were clouding your head quickly disappearing.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

somehow, soon enough, you found yourself in front of kai’s house. you wanted to thank him for his sweet gesture from a few days ago. if it weren’t for him, your parents would have probably kept you locked in the house. you didn’t know what you were going to say to him. staring at the box of cookies you brought with you, you tried to muster up the courage to knock on the door.

knock knock knock

you waited patiently, biting your lips.

‘maybe there’s still enough time to run-‘

“y/n- hi, come in” kai opened the door, greeting you.

“hi” you blurted out. stepping inside, you took off your shoes, then silently followed behind kai as he guided you towards his room. piano sheets were spread out everywhere- on the floor, on his desk, on his bed. you’ve never seen it look like such a mess.

“oh- sorry, were you practicing?”

“tried to- the music festival is just around the corner, but the song choices are killing me”

“can you show me?” you asked, it was always a pleasure to hear kai practicing, but this time, you were also using this as an excuse to organise your thoughts properly.

“yeah, come here” kai patted the empty space beside him on the piano bench. you hugged the cookie box close to your chest, the short distance between the two of you making you feel nervous.

kai’s fingers glided along the black and white tiles, wrist playfully flicking up as he changed up the speed with ease to create a flawless, harmonious symphony. it sounded perfect- it always did.

“that was great” you spoke softly as he finished up the piece.

“wanna try?” kai offered.

“s-sure” you stuttered, putting down the box. somehow, despite all those years that you’ve known each other, you had never given learning piano a try.

kai took hold of your right hand, placing it on the keys “you have to use the pad of your fingers” he put his hand over yours, gently pressing down to demonstrate. you prayed that he couldn’t hear the loud sound of your palpitating heart “then- move your wrist up before moving on to the next set of notes, then down, like a feather falling” you started to feel light-headed, the feeling of kai’s warm hands on yours making you unable to concentrate on the task at hand. you looked up at him, his face now much closer to you than when you first started practicing. kai’s hand stopped guiding yours, yet didn’t let go of it. he glanced at you, his gaze stopping on your plush, rosy lips.

“holding you closer right now- would that cross the line?” he spoke softly, in a daze.

“maybe i want you to cross the line” you whispered back.

kai stood still for a moment, letting your words sink in. then- with gentle movements, his hand came to rest on your jawline, thumb rubbing against your cheek. he seemed nervous- so nervous to not ruin all of your built-up relationship up until that point. but fuck it- you looked so pretty with that jumper he adored, sitting gingerly on his piano chair, inviting him to finally feel his lips on yours. how was he supposed to resist? and when kai closed the gap, his mouth meeting yours in a gentle peck, it felt so incredibly right, so good and sweet.

one more peck.

his body shifted even closer to you.

another one.

his hand came to rest on your lower back, yours grabbed hold of his soft black sweater.

and once more- but this time, you both let the touch last longer, melting into the feeling.

“can i kiss you more?” kai asked, voice barely above a whisper, his thumb was caressing your lips as he spoke. you nodded, eager to indulge yourself into the taste of his sweet kiss. you hummed as he pressed his lips on yours again, the butterflies in your heart unable to settle down. he grinned into the kiss at the sound, his heart felt warm knowing that you wanted this, and enjoyed this just as much as he did. you pulled away, giving the mole at the corner of his lips a kiss, then you left another on the one near his temple, ending with the one you adored most, the one on his nose. you cupped his face, the temperature of his cheeks rising against your fingertips. kai chuckled as you hid your face in the crook of his neck, the adoration you felt towards him becoming almost too much to handle.

“do you want to stay the night?” kai asked bashfully, his fingers playing with one of your sleeves “i have some apple cider left” he looked up at you, eyes gleaming with hope.

“of course i want to” you giggled, dipping down to leave another peck on his soft lips.

3 bottles of apple cider down, you and kai laid down on the bed, legs tangled with each other as he played with your hair and you braided his. you joked around, playing with the plushies on his bed, sometimes stealing kisses on the cheek from each other and falling into another fit of shy giggles yet again. and when you finally drifted off to sleep, hand in hand, you swore you had never felt your heart feel more at ease.

@huekalover3000 @maybabe00 @sunoooism @boba-beom

[madamshogunassassin]

Ok, so. Guess who's back. Yup, they nuked my last account (Madam-Shogun-Assassin) earlier this year in early March (2024) which I had since 2012. So much saved and curated material was just wiped out in a instant cause my blog was the only blog who had said material. No matter, I'll build it back up, and repost what i can find again. If you followed me before, comeback! What you'll get is the same stuff from before; cars, food, leftist/progressive politics (i.e. pro black, pro sex work, pro LGBT, pro Palestine, pro BLM etc), fashion, glam, cosmetics, cult cinema, golden age hip-hop, classic rock/metal, classic R&B/Soul, comic art, martial arts, guns (I'm a lefty gun owner), anime, retro anime, tech/vintage tech, video games, fantasy, horror and science fiction. And unfortunately, toned down erotica, eroticism and violence. 🙃😒

UPDATE:

Let me clear up some shit. Yes, I do answer my asks. If you don't see my response I don't know what to tell you. Maybe I'm shadowbanned or something, who knows. But I do answer them when I have the time and when they're not dumb AF. Oh, and by the way, I ignore my DMs, save for a select few bloggers i know.

[antiquitea]

I AM THREE DAYS OUT FROM THESE PHOTOS BEING TAKEN AND I STILL CAN'T QUITE BELIEVE THIS NIGHT HAPPENED.

(please do not repost my photos)

so!! i had the pleasure of seeing atta boy in toronto on october 22 and it was amazing in every conceivable way. they opened for richy mitch & the coal miners.

as i was waiting outside, i was mostly texting mr. megan; his work day had just ended so he was catching me up. i was first in the outside line (the venue is also a bar so there was a small inside line as well), so i was a couple of feet away from the security guard. i saw this guy walk up to them in the peripheral of my vision, but didn't think anything of it. just someone asking if it was the line for the gig or saying that they just wanted to get a beer.

the blue carhartt pants should've given it away.

i was so close to lewis that i could've reached out and touched him. and i definitely stood there for a moment just like 😲 as i watched him go inside the bar. he was wearing a blue cap, a red shirt, and of course those blue carhartt pants.

when i got into the horseshoe tavern i did the usual wandering i do at a gig. grabbed a beer, scoped out the stage, and checked out the merch table. atta boy merch wasn't being sold yet, so i was just having my beer and walking around.

and then ... i saw lewis sitting at the back of the venue in a booth by himself, having a beer and on his phone (like texting or something). there was a part of me that said "megan, don't bother him. he goes on in an hour and probably just wants to chill." but another part of me thought "if he doesn't want to be bothered or if the vibes are off you can just fuck off. no big. no hard feelings."

well!

i wandered over, and was midway through saying, "excuse me, lewis? could i bother you for a moment?" and he was already looking up at me and gesturing to the chair next to him. "yes, of course you can bother me!" he said.

(some paraphrasing is ultimately imminent)

i sat down next to him and said something along the lines of how i really loved and appreciated all of his art - his acting, his music - and thanked him so much for sharing that with us. i told him that i wasn't going to get into the details, but that the last year was really shitty for me and that his art helped me a lot, and brought me a lot of comfort. his face lit up and he said, "oh my god, that's so sweet. that's so kind. that's why i do this! thank you!"

then he asked me my name, and proceeded to keep saying it throughout our conversation (at one point i said "okay, you need to stop saying my name so much because you're giving me butterflies" and he laughed). he then asked if i "lived around here" and i told him that no, i lived in halifax.

"halifax? that's far!"

i told him that yes it was 😂 but that i really wanted to see his band, so i'd flown in earlier in the day, and that it was totally worth the trip! "it means so so much to me that you would travel all that way to come see us! really, that's so sweet! thank you!"

i asked if he would be cool taking a couple of selfies and he was already taking his cap off, and he said that it was absolutely cool! he mentioned that it was kinda dark so we might have to use flash. i told him that flash and i weren't great friends (i blink a lot and get pretty shiny), and he laughed. we got a couple of really good photos! (the first one up above).

i told him about my bestie @wildbornsiren, who wanted to be there so badly and couldn't make it, and asked if he would be cool saying hi to her? lewis said he was down with that, and we recorded a sweet little video for her where he said hi to her.

lewis then said to me, "you know, when i think of halifax i think of stan rogers." rogers was a popular folk artist from the area, and while he's a big name, i was kinda surprised that lewis knew who he was! not to flex, but based on his spotify playlists we have similar tastes in music so i shouldn't have been that shocked.

i said that i "fuckin' love stan rogers!" and we talked about him and his music for a little bit. after gushing over our mutual love of stan rogers, i said, "if you like stan rogers and his type of music, you should really check out joel plaskett. he's from the area too, plays music in a similar style as stan, super prolific - highly recommend!"

i had to spell joel's last name a couple of times for him (the bar was kinda loud), but he may or may not be a joel plaskett fan now, who's to say!

i thanked him again for taking the time to chat with me, and he shook my hand and said, "hey, if the selfies didn't turn out come find me after the show and we can take some more." to which i replied, "i will!"

then lewis added, "i really hope i can see you after the show!"

we parted ways, and i found my place in front of the stage, a little off to the side. the place was packed! i'd actually never heard of richy mitch & the coal miners until atta boy announced that they were touring with them, and i had no idea they were kind of a big name because the place was filling up fast!

atta boy's set was amazing! of course i wish it had been longer, but they played a bunch of my faves so i was absolutely thrilled by that. poor eden was just getting over a cold, so her voice was a little strained at times, but she still did fantastic! the rest of the crowd was absolutely in love with them. if they weren't fans before the gig, i'm pretty sure they left as such.

(i posted some photos of lewis specifically here)

after their set i went to the merch table that dashel was working and bought a hoodie. we chatted for a little bit, i told them that the set was fantastic and thanked them so much. they thanked me for coming and said that they hoped i had a great rest of my night. 😊

during richy mitch & the coal miners' set, i went up to the bar to get another drink, only to see the bartender already heineken for me haha! it's so nice to be seen. lewis was also at the bar, but like three or four people away from me. but he glanced over, saw me, came over, and said "hey megan!"

i am dying from glee. "hey lewis!"

he propped his arm against the bar and leaned against it, and asked, with this big fuckin' grin on his face, "what did you think of the set? was it worth coming out to toronto for?"

i am flabbergasted that a) this was happening, and b) that he genuinely seemed interested. i said, "oh my god it was so good. i enjoyed it so much. it was such an honour to see y'all live."

he told me that i was so sweet, and then asked, "how did the selfies turn out?"

i replied, "pretty good! i have t-rex kinda arms, so sometimes it's difficult for me to get people who are taller than me in frame. but they're great!"

lewis laughed and then looked at his own arms. "i have t-rex arms too."

i laughed and said, "oh, no you don't!" NOT EVEN THINKING i reached out and touched his arm. MEGAN. DO NOT FLIRT WITH LEWIS PULLMAN. YOU ARE IN DANGER, GIRL.

he was laughing and said, "well, i'll take them!" he grabbed my phone, and asked "do we want flash or do we not want flash?"

"no flash. it's kind of my enemy because i get really shiny."

he took a couple of pictures and there was flash, and was like "wait ... we didn't want flash." so together, while he was holding my phone, we were pressing my screen together trying to figure out how to turn it off. our hands kept touching and i was... really trying not to spontaneously combust.

(hiding my face in this one because i'm not a fan of it, but his is darling)

after he handed my phone back to me, he said, "let's see how they turned out!"

i was scrolling through them and he leaned over and said, "oh these are really good!" i landed on the one above and he chuckled and said, "i really like that one!"

i don't like my face in it, but i'm laughing and clearly so so happy, and said, "you know what? i like that one too."

i asked if he would mind signing something for me, and he said that he didn't mind at all, that he'd love to sign something for me. he was putting his ballcap on (because he's such a gentleman who took his hat off for our pictures), and it was a little askew when he asked "do you have a pen?"

gonna need this dude to stop being so darling.

i did, and pulled out some bar napkins i'd stuffed in my purse earlier and asked if this was good. lewis laughed a little and nodded saying that a napkin was great.

i was just expecting a signature, so as he's writing this little novella above it, i'm like "oh my god, you don't have to do this." and he kinda giggled like it was some kind of big secret. "what are you writing, you sweet man?" i asked, and he giggled again!!

lewis handed me the bar napkin and i gave it a quick read and said, "thank you so much. this is so sweet!"

he leaned against the bar again for a moment and said, "it so means the world to me that you travelled all that way to come see us, and that you had a good time."

and then, before i'm truly aware of what's happening, he leaned in (and crouched because i'm a full foot shorter than he is), and wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me so close to him and squeezed, rubbed my back. and again thanked me so much for coming out, meant the world, made his night.

y'all. getting a hug from lewis pullman may have cured my depression. like it was an actual hug.

i, on the verge of flying into space from joy, thanked him again for everything that night, and he said, "you are so welcome! i hope i can see you again!"

LEWIS WHAT ARE WE.

i, very drunk on elation and a little drunk on beer, blew him a kiss, and he smiled and put his hands over his heart. i floated away back into the crowd, and tried to not just scream with happiness.

and that, my friends, is how lewis pullman damn near killed me.

[starspunt]

. . . 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖

── ALHAITHAM + gn!reader

synopsis: one would suppose you'd go to a museum to gaze upon the famous works of men and women, but alhaitham goes to gaze upon you.

warnings: fluff, established relationship, reader is a museum tour guide, city setting, modern!au, one singular kiss, alhaitham is called handsome (wc. 547)

note: this is a repost from my old blog.

alhaitham could understand why people would go to a museum, and buy tickets to get the tour and the storytelling. alhaitham could understand going to view the art, culture, history, and pure emotion captured within years of aged paint. he could understand witnessing the sentiment carved into marble, a permanent pose of someone worshipping their lover.

but if alhaitham were being honest, he didn’t visit the museum to sightsee or experience romance from throughout the ages. hell, he didn’t even buy a ticket. the only reason he came at all was to see you, his pretty lover. you stood in front of a group of tourists, explaining the history behind a sculpture with great intrigue in your voice.

alhaitham guessed that was something he truly admired about you. no matter how many times you retold the stories or how many times your gaze was cast upon each curve of stone or brushstroke on canvas, you still held the same love for it. with a distinct longing in your eyes, in awe of the beauty and resilience of people from a time lost to you, you told whoever would listen to the tales you knew by heart.

at times, he caught you looking at him the same way. with an adoring gaze, seeking to understand the history and the events that molded him into who he is. you wanted to know how he got the small scar above his eyebrow, why his hands were so rough but so gentle when he touched you. you wanted to know how he liked his coffee in the morning, and what side of the bed he preferred.

you held such an innate love for life, breathing in every new day like it were your last, and the love you held for the world slowly but surely seeped into his bones. the mindset you had wove its way into his skin, into his very biological makeup, and now he didn’t know how to live other than the way you showed him how to.

with that in mind, alhaitham found himself growing antsy. he sighed longingly at the time on his phone, five more minutes and you'd be free. free to grab hold of his hand so he could whisk you away down the leaf-spotted road. he knew you loved your job to pieces, but he also knew that you loved him more. looking up from the screen, his gaze caught yours.

you had caught sight of him earlier, of course. his moon drop hair was hard to miss, or the silent strength he emitted. and here you were now, skipping over to him giddily with that smile he loved so much on your face. “hey, handsome,” you chirped, stopping in front of him. you leaned up towards his face, eyes twinkling joyfully.

“you wanna get out of here?” you asked softly, a cheesy, love drunk grin making itself home amongst the fondness of your features. in return, a gentle smile curved his lips. taking your hand into his, a perfect fit, he nodded. he dipped his head down and placed a kiss, so delicate it made your knees weak, on your lips. when he pulled away, he let an amused laugh slip from his nose at your expression.

“where you go, i'll follow.”

starspunt 2024. do not rewrite, repost, modify, or translate.

[hanleiacelebration]

Han/Leia Appreciation Week 2024

WE'RE BACK, BABY! "Wait, what's happening, wasn't this in August??" you might wonder. Based on your feedback, we decided to host this and (probably) future editions of Han/Leia Appreciation Week earlier in the year. July seemed like the better choice, given that it's a vacation period in both hemispheres!

This year we're also giving you the prompts over a month in advance, so you have plenty of time to plan and create!

Han/Leia Appreciation Week was an event originally hosted at @han-leia-solo between 2016-2019, but for the past three years, we've taken up the mantle here at @hanleiacelebration 😊

💖 How does Han/Leia Appreciation Week work?

The event will run from July 14th to July 20th, and there will be two different prompts each day that creators can fulfill with: fanfic, fanart, gifsets, graphics, fanvids, headcanons, crafts, playlists, rec lists. You’re encouraged to tag your posts with #hanleiaweek2024 so we can reblog them! After the week is over, we’ll share a masterlist with links to the works.

You can show your appreciation in many ways; however, please keep in mind that it has to be a creation of yours of some sort, e.g. don’t repost other people’s fanart, gifs, or unedited pictures. Rec lists should include a link to the original source both for fanfic and fanart (more on this after the cut).

🎆 The prompts

Sunday 7/14: Tradition / Ceremony

Monday 7/15: Braids & Bloodstripes (hair or clothing) / Home planet

Tuesday 7/16: AU / Canon divergence

Wednesday 7/17: Force / Belief

Thursday 7/18: Favorite scene / Favorite quote

Friday 7/19: Meeting / Escape

Saturday 7/20: Free day!

You can use only one of the daily prompts, combine both, reinterpret them, or skip the day if you can’t think of anything. If you’re not able to post on the same day for a prompt, you’re still encouraged to share it through the week—just don’t post works for a certain prompt before the day corresponding to that prompt.

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FAQs and Rules under the cut - please read!

💕 Can I post my work to another site and share the link on Tumblr?

Yes! This is a good option for people who might want to create explicit art that could be taken down on Tumblr, write a long fic or multichapter, or make videos or playlists.

💕 Does it have to be a new creation? Can I finish and post a WIP?

It has to be something that has never been posted anywhere else before, so finishing and sharing a WIP is okay! If it doesn’t fit any of the prompts, you can share it on Free Day.

💕 Is this event open to all ratings?

Yes! Just remember to use a “Read more” cut if you’re posting the whole work on Tumblr, and to add a note at the top if your work is rated Mature or Explicit, as well as if it has any major trigger warnings, so all folks can safely browse through the entries.

💕 Are there any length or quality requirements?

There’s no min. or max. length for fanfic or quality level for art, but please note that AI-generated works won’t be accepted. For gifsets, there’s a minimum of two gifs (that must be made by you!). For playlists, there’s a minimum of five songs. For rec lists of fic or fanart, there’s also a minimum of five recs. Some more questions you might have about rec lists:

- How do I share someone else’s art without posting a picture? You might post a thumbnail that crops a preview of the piece; if the piece has a title, you might use that; you might describe it; or you might say something like “this piece by [artist]”, and link to the source.

- What if I found a fanart on Google? Try to find the original source using reverse search image.

- What if I can’t still find it, can I just say “credit to the artist”? In that case, please just don’t share the piece.

- What if I know the artist but don’t have a link to the original source? Naming the artist and linking back to where you found it is okay, in that case.

💕 Can I write for canon/Legends and include other pairings?

All canons, time periods, headcanons and AUs are welcome, and you’re allowed to include side pairings, except for R*eylo. However, keep in mind that this is a Han/Leia appreciation week - at the risk of sounding repetitive, works should focus on appreciating Han and Leia’s relationship!

💕 What’s the time zone for the event?

Please don’t worry too much about time zones: when we say “day”, we always mean “whenever that day is for you in your part of the world”. IE: if it’s Monday for you, you can post your work for the Monday prompt.

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Do you have any other questions? Don’t hesitate to send us an ask or to message one of the mods: @lajulie24 @hanorganaas and @otterandterrier

We can’t wait to see what you all create!

[nocturnalfandomartist]

Favorite Hildavio headcanons?

Oh, it's so hard to choose them in a particular order... but here are a few below the break! :)

+ Some old art from earlier this year I never posted as a bonus! I'm sorry it took so long to answer this ask, things got a bit busy. ^^"

Ravio may be a klutz, but he's actually a very attentive gardener! Folks have been jealous of his ability to keep plants alive for years - especially when Lorule was in such a dead state. The large purple flowers in front of his house, for example; he planted those because they reminded him of Hilda! For a long time, he would practice what to say to her... including the days before he decided to leave, when he was still considering the idea of confronting Hilda directly before backing out on the idea. When he returns to Lorule after the events of ALBW, he is overjoyed to see the flowers persisted without him and looo even healthier than before! And now, tending to them isn't so loney... because Hilda's there, too!

He slips up now and then, but he's quite the gentleman and gives Hilda flowers almost every time there's a remotely special occasion (it could even be something like, "A gift for you, my princess, for the sunniest day of the year!") Ravio is a sweet and dignified goofball with Hilda, and she thinks it's the CUTEST thing (although she'll deny it behind his back, she'd bluntly admit it to his face if someone else were to protest to the idea).

Also, Sheerow has a tail because 1. I said so. 2. I like to imagine throughout the game, it's less stressed out in Hyrule and stops picking out its tail feathers/molting. I know that still doesn't apply to the first drawing... but I don't care. Maybe this is before things in Lorule went TOO crazy!!

Also, also... is anyone else really weirded out about the way Sheerow's talons bend? Originally, I had them bend like an actual bird's, but then I checked the official art. I know I could have changed that too because I felt like it, but this unnatural bend is kinda funny and makes Sheerow even weirder.

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[thewritergx]

Window Breaker: JJ MayBank x F!Reader

Summary: As the summer for your senior year begins JJ's father begins to become more violent, and you both realize you’re not kids anymore. There might be some mistakes in the grammar on this one. I haven’t written in quite a while.

Warnings: Sad JJ, Mentions of family violence, Bodily injury, Cursing, Fluff, Petnames: (Sweetheart, Baby girl, Little girl, Baby), Smut. Virgin Reader. No use of y/n.

Word Count: 5K

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Please feel free to like and repost. Click here if you’d like more stories from me

The air was thick tonight. A deep moisture caused by the earlier rain. It smelled fresh and dewy outside. Wet dirt filled my nose. It was a distinct smell, one that reminded me of home. It was comfortable, safe, and warm, even in the wettest seasons. A hurricane had blown through a few nights before, shutting down a majority of the city's electricity. Luckily, I stayed in a well-kept part of town, just on the edge of the Kooks and the Pogues. There weren’t many middle-class people in the area, but my parents found the perfect quiet house on the edge of the cost. My mom and dad owned a gift shop directly on the beach, frequently visited by annoying tourists and the occasional rowdy locals. This summer I arranged to add a few extra hours to my workload. But after this week of hell from the hurricane, I was beginning to regret it. My feet ached, and my back was sore from cleaning up the shop. Sand invaded every crevis. For some reason, I chose to be the one to clean it.

Water dripped off my shoulders as I began to get dressed for the night. A quick shower before bed always helped me relax and tonight was no different. In the background, Jurassic Park played on the tv. Particularly the first one, not some trash-ass remake. I threw on a pair of light, flowy shorts and a loose-fitted T-shirt. It was black and had the word “Nirvana” written across it. I rolled my eyes. JJ always left his shit at my house. Sometimes I was thankful. His shirts did make good pajamas. I sat on my mattress and put my hair in a light braid to dry. Although I loved night showers, I hated going to sleep with my hair wet. Like most nights, I applied a thin layer of lotion on my legs, arms, and chest. It was insanity the way the sun here dried you out. Over the roars of dinosaurs over the TV, I hear a light tap on the window. I recognized the sound immediately. Quietly, I opened the curtains to my window, revealing a smiley JJ standing below. Outside my window, a healthy, thick cedar tree stood. As kids, JJ and I were obsessed with climbing the thing. It got to a point where my dad had to build wooden steps so we stopped falling. Some of the steps were barely holding on, and a few had gone missing over the years, rotting off from constant rain and salty air.

I opened the window, the smell of rain filling the room even more. “Come on,” I whispered in a hushed tone.

JJ smiled his bright, stupid smile. The one he does when he’s up to no good. Carefully and as quietly as feasible, JJ climbed each step up the tree. I opened the window as far as I could and popped off the screen protector, placing it on the carpet. It was an art I had perfected last summer. This last year, JJ showed up more and more. I knew what that meant. He couldn’t go home, and he definitely couldn’t sleep there. Most nights, he would sleep on my floor and sneak out again as the sun started to rise. There had been far too many close calls, him leaving mere minutes before I had to be up for school or my parents left for work. “Hey, Dani”, JJ hushedly spoke as he emerged through the window pane. A small leaf was in his hair. I thought about leaving it there for a minute solely to see how long it would take for him to notice.“Why you lookin’ at me like that? Got somethin’ on my face?”

I laughed quietly, removing the leaf and throwing it outside. “No evidence left behind”, I stated. My parents were incredible, and always supportive of every decision I made. As long as those decisions didn’t involve JJ or his “mut” friends, as my parents liked to call them. Although we grew up together, my parents started getting weary of JJ, especially after they found weed in my car. Stupid boy didn’t even remember to grab the gram he had just made me drive across town for. His hair was dripping wet, and his shoes were muddy. “What’s going on tonight, JJ?” I asked. Sometimes JJ would tell me the real reason he was here. His dad was drinking, they got in a fight that day, or he just couldn’t be in the same house without planning his dad’s murder. Other nights he would lie, say he was “in the neighborhood” even though our houses were miles apart and he had no car. “Ya know, just been stuck… there. From the hurricane. Had to go.” His usual smile was gone. I could tell there was more to the story, but I decided not to pry. “Okay well, let me get the blankets for you”. I always kept an extra set for him tucked away in my closet. Every time I pulled it out, I felt a sense of sadness wash over me that he would rather be sleeping on the floor than in his own bed. But sometimes I felt happy. Happy he was here and with me. “Thanks, I’m fuckin freezin' my tits off out there”. His smile was back now. His usual dirty jokes returned. I rolled my eyes. “Here,” I threw him the blanket and walked to my closet, grabbing the extra set of clothes he kept here. “Change, the rain made you wet. Nasty ass”. “Thanks, sweetheart” he mumbled. Half annoyed. This was another thing he did a lot. Constantly taking his clothes off in the middle of the room and throwing them in random places. The kid is messy. I attempted not to look as JJ swiftly peeled off the shirt he was wearing. He raised his arm and involuntarily let out a hiss. I looked up, noticing a huge bruise down his side, purple and angry. I also made note of a few cuts on his hands. Dried blood had crusted over them.

“JJ what the hell?” My voice sounded angrier than I wanted it to. I tried to let things like this go. I knew he didn’t like talking about it. He often had a bruise or two. A smashed lip or a black eye. But, this was worse than I’d ever seen it. “Okay, okay. Chill. It’s over now.” He rolled his eyes, putting on the clean shirt I gave him. I felt hot. Afraid for him. Tears formed in my eyes. I got even more angry and slightly embarrassed. I hate crying in front of people, especially when he’s the one that should be upset. “Dani, I.. I’m okay. Just don’t cry. Please, don’t cry”. JJ stood in front of me, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me into a tight hug. I felt his body shake. He was trying so hard to maintain that he was okay, but he was coming undone right in front of me. I gripped him hard running my hand down his back softly. I felt him place a light kiss on the top of my head before pulling away. His eyes were red, slightly puffy but no tears had come out. They never did. “JJ I swear. This time, I’m never letting you go back. We’re packing your shit tomorrow and you’re done”. My tone was rushed and harsh. “Yeah, and where the hell am I supposed to go after that?” His voice was like daggers. His fist bawled up tightly. “I don’t know. I-I’ll talk to my parents. We’ll work this out. Like we always do.” I forced a half smile and pulled him into another hug. I didn’t want to let go of him. Not when he was this messed up. “Stay here, you need ice on that.” I tried to walk away, but JJ grabbed my arm quickly. “No, no. Just stop.” He was angry, almost yelling but trying to stay quiet. I knew it wasn’t at me, but it stung still. “JJ… please just let me do this” A single tear fell from my eye. I wiped it away before more could come. He looked at me for a minute and the clenching in his jaw loosened. He let go of my arm and let out a quiet “Okay”. He sat on the edge of the bed waiting as I left.

I felt my heart racing as I stepped downstairs. I wanted to drive to his house right now, give his father every once of pain he deserved. In the kitchen, I quietly grabbed an ice pack. It was small but at least it was something. I rummaged through the drawers for a rag, eventually finding one that would be thing enough for the ice to get through. I quickly walked back up the stairs and tried to calm myself down. I strained to remind myself that he needed me, even if it was hard for him to say. I walked back into the room. JJ was laid back on the bed, his forearm over his eyes. I sat next to him, gently pulling him up. “I hate him, Dani. I’m gonna kill him if I stay there again”. JJ looked at me and placed a hand on my cheek. I was right next to him but he was so quiet he sounded miles away. “Shh, it’s okay. Just try to relax.” I removed JJ’s shirt and laid him softly back on the bed. He winced as I placed the ice pack on the worst part of the bruise, just under his rib. He grabbed my thigh, letting out a few burning hot tears. “Sleep in my bed tonight, I don’t want you sleeping on the hard ground like this. I’ll take the floor for tonight.” “Nah, I ain’t letting you do that”, he tried to sit up but I pressed on his chest hard. He let out a huff when I shoved him back down. “I’m not playing around JJ you need rest. This is bad. Like hospital bad”. I moved the ice pack slightly higher and ran my finger through his hair. He seemed to relax a bit by that, so I kept doing it for a while. We sat in silence, only the TV making a sound. “You know this is my favorite movie” he smiled. Always trying to be lightly hearted. “Way better than the stupid remake”. After a while, the ice pack got warm and there wasn’t much else it could do. It had gotten late and we were both exhausted from the night. I felt so emotionally drained all I wanted to do was sleep but I knew my brain wouldn’t shut off until the morning. I thought about what I would tell my parents without making JJ feel so helpless. I didn’t want to make him feel like less than a man. I knew JJ was strong, I had seen him in a few fights over the years but for some reason when it came to his dad, he could never stick up for himself. “You probably need some air, just keep your shirt off” I advised. “Sweetheart, you can just ask if you want to see me shirtless. Don’t gotta be so bossy” He smirked.

“You wish,” I helped JJ get in bed. His body was weak. The walk it took to get here probably didn’t help either. I wish he would have just called me. He knows I would have gotten him, even in the middle of a hurricane. I began to make a pallet on the floor, folding the blanket in half to create an extra layer of padding. “Dani. You really don’t need to do that. You shouldn't be uncomfortable ‘cuz of me” JJ set up, his back propped up against a pillow and the headboard. “Just get up here with me, if you refuse to let me sleep down there” JJ shifted, patting the empty side of the bed. I contemplated for a minute and decided it would be okay. “Fine, don’t you dare try grabbing my ass though”. I laughed. It was sort of strange, the thought of sharing a bed with him when we never had before. Sure, I have thought about it a few times but JJ never really brought it up. I figured he just needed somewhere safe. He mentioned a few times when he would spend the night with girls. Usually high-fiving with Pope. But he hardly spoke about girls with me. “You look nice in my shirt by the way”. JJ had relaxed a lot. Flirting was a great sign. “Well, I had to do laundry,” I stated matter-of-factly. I turned to face JJ and gave him a light smile. He moved a stand of hair out of my face, leaving his palm to cup my cheek. “Thank you, Dani. For takin’ care of me. For tryin’,” Hus yes never escaped mine. I felt like he was searching for something. I swallowed hard and forced out an “Of course”. We had never really been this close before. It was a foreign feeling, but I welcomed it with open arms. JJ dragged me closer to him, and we were basically cuddling now. I wasn't sure where it was going to go so I allowed it to play out. “Dani, can…Can I kiss you?” He whispered, a nervous tone escaping him. I always thought JJ would be an overconfident guy, hurling himself at women before he even pondered the consequences.

My heart rate skyrocketed. I looked at him for a few seconds noticeably stunned. Of course, I have always thought JJ was attractive. I thought about kissing him all the time, but I didn't think it was in the cards. “Y-Yes, you can”. I tried not to sound too needy or excited by the offer. JJ pulled me in tight, softly connecting our lips. He moved his tongue against mine softly. It was delicate but sloppy. He tasted like my vanilla chapstick (which he refused to admit he stole) and a hint of weed. After a few moments, I felt him become more hungry, the kiss growing rougher. His hand moved down to my leg, pushing it up so it was spread over him. I could feel the calluses on his palms rub against my skin. I pulled off slowly, sitting up next to him. “JJ, you're gonna hurt yourself”, I scolded. “I promise, I’m not feelin’ any pain right now, baby”. I took note of his pet name, the way it rolled off his tongue so nonchalantly. He rubbed up and down my thigh, his fingertips hitting the bottom hem of my shorts. He was dangerously close to gripping my ass cheek. “Okay, I just don't want to hurt you,” I stated. He pulled me down against the mattress with a light force, slightly hovering over me at an angle. “You're not, I promise. I'm good.” JJ crassed my cheek and moved his lips down to my neck, leaving a line of wet kisses. He halted when he reached a sensitive region. I let out a soft gasp and traveled my hand up to his hair, immersing the blonde strands. JJ continued lower u til he reached the collar of my shirt. “Mmh, you really should wear my shirts more. Like seein’ you in ‘em” He mumbled between kisses. “I sleep in them all the time,” I confessed. I felt my cheeks get hot. “I know, that's why I always leave ‘em”

I felt him tug at the shirt as he dragged his hand under the material. He gripped my waist. His hands were warm and his grip was strong around me. He loosened his grip, moving up towards my breasts and massaging them. I let out a moan and gripped his hair a bit rougher. “JJ, please”, I moaned. Trying to stay as quiet as possible. “Hmm, wassup babygirl?” He asked almost innocently. “You know I haven't…” I was embarrassed, not quite sure how to say it. JJ stopped kissing me, looking a bit shocked. “Wait, you haven't been with anyone? Like ever?" I nodded shyly. I have had boyfriends in the past but none lasted very long. Some of that had to do with JJ. He always hated them, pushing them away immediately. I never wanted to date or be with someone my friends didn't like. “Sorry, if that's weird” I looked down, too nervous to make eye contact. “I mean I've done some stuff. Like blowjobs and one guy fingered me”. “No, no. Not weird. It just surprised me. Guys are all over you at parties” He began to undo my hair, taking out my braid. He mumbled something about it being soft and smelling good. “You…want me to stop?” He asked sincerely but his eyes were pleading with me to say no. “N-No.” I whispered and attempted to relax my body more. I focused on his hands and the light pinch he had on my nipple. “I want you, always have” JJ let out a deep groan, pulling me impossibly closer toward him. “I’ll be gentle, swear it”

JJ brought himself to his knees, his body out in the open. His bruises were still neon against his skin. He pulled up my shirt, dragging it over my head and throwing it somewhere in the room. He bent down, kissing my lips again. His tongue was hot against mine, forming the perfect circles in my mouth. I placed my hand on his chest, moving lower to the hem of his shorts. I played with the lining for a moment dragging just the tip of my finger inside. “Baby, you don't have to do anythin’. You took care of me enough” JJ moved lower, practically laying on top of me to slip a nipple between his teeth. He used a hand to massage the free one, giving them both stimuli. I moaned his name caressing his back as he obsessed over my breast. “Tits so fuckin’ perfect. Always wondered what they looked like under those tight bikini tops,” JJ sounded drunk, he was so in love with them. I laughed remembering all the times I caught JJ staring at them. There were so many times I wanted to pull my top off, give him a good show. “Can I take these off, pretty girl?” JJ motioned to my loose shorts. I nodded, “Yes JJ, please”. In a single second, he was pulling them down. “No panties huh? Just makes my job easier”, JJ stood at the foot of the bed, dragging me so my legs hung off the end of the mattress. “Spread ‘em for me, baby. Let me see that pretty pussy.” I spread them slowly as he asked. I was breathing heavily and shaking a bit. I watched him, get on his knees. He sat comfortably. JJ gripped my thighs, pulling them down so my ass was hanging off the bed. “JJ, what are you doing” I breathed out. “I’m not touchin’ you ‘til you cum around my mouth. Need you relaxed and opened for me.” He spread my legs wider. I felt the cold air his my pussy, a rush going through me. “Fuck, you're beautiful. All this for me”. JJ licked his lips. He lowered his head and spit on my lips. Gradually, he licked a stripe across my slit. “Oh, f-fuck”. I tried so hard to stay quiet. I was honestly shocked. Didn't peg JJ as an eater. He hardly did anything and I was already shaking, a thick pleasure washing over me.

After licking a few strips, he dipped his tongue between my folds. The tip caressed my clit, hitting and rubbing it gently over and over. “J-JJ, oh my god”. I tried not to cry out when he brought his entire mouth over my core, sucking my clit. I ran my finger through his hair, gripping it at the roots. “Taste so fuckin’ good”. He hummed against my pussy, electricity jolting through my entire body. “Can I put a finger in you, baby girl”. The pet name made my heart flutter. I looked down, nodding at him. “Y-yes” I moaned. With a purpose, he spread my lips with two fingers. He spit on my clit before sucking it again. I felt him stay like that as he dragged a finger towards my entrance. He applied light pressure, dipping in the tip. I let out a gasp as he slid it all the way in, curling his finger inside. He did this for a while, occasionally coming up for air before dipping back down again. My legs were unsteady. I felt a sensation wash over me and closed them a bit. “It’s okay baby, you're close aren't you?” He placed his free hand on my thigh, pushing it down against the mattress. “I-I think so,” I mumbled out. It's not like I never came before. I could do it myself if I was really relaxed. But no guy I ever talked to was patient enough to get me there. “You’re doing so good. Just try to stay open for me”. I felt JJ add a second finger, stretching me out more than I ever had been before. His fingers were thick and long enough to hit the perfect spot inside me. After a few pumps with his finger, my body was tensing. “Oh f-fuck, JJ. That feels so good”. My chest rose a bit off the bed. Felt my pussy get wetter and wetter. "Mmmh, come on my fingers little girl. Let me make you feel good". His tongue attacked me now, roughly hitting my clit. He was on a mission and he was succeeding. My pussy gripped around him tight, and I shook hard. "Fuck yes, JJ. I'm fucking cumming. Please…pl-please, don't stop." JJ groaned roughly. He stayed at a constant pace as I cried out for more and more. He let me ride my high, slowly as I came down.

He cleaned up my pussy with his tongue, swallowing the wetness that escaped me. After a moment, he rose. A smile was plastered on his face. "Fuck, Dani. You are perfect". He moved over me, kissing my lips. I could taste myself on him. He was warm, his skin on fire. As he lay over me, I felt his boner press against my pussy. Even under clothes, I feel how hard and big he was. We kissed for a while before I brought my hand down to his shorts. "I'm ready J. I-I want you inside me". Goosebumps rose across his body and I rubbed his forearm as he stood up, taking his shorts and boxers off. He threw them in a pile with the rest. His dick was perfect. So long that the tip reached his belly button and so thick I wasn't sure my hand would wrap around it all the way. He read the shock on my face. "Don't worry baby. It'll hurt for a second but it'll feel so good when you get used to it." He spread my legs, moving between them again. "We can always stop here, just tell me if that's what you want". I smiled up at him, dragging my hand down his chest. I shook my head no. "J, this is how I've always wanted it to be. With you". JJ kissed me again. I felt his hands around my ass and he lifted my hips a bit in the air. He stopped for a moment, placing a pillow under me. He stayed on his knees, spitting in his hand and pumping his dick a few times. The tip was a perfect shade of pink and he had a few veins that went down the sides. “Needa’ hear you say it again. That this is what you want”. He fumbled over his words and swallowed thick. “JJ, please. I want this. Want you so bad.” I watched as he moved closer, his tips rubbing against my thigh. He took his cock in his hands again and rubbed it up and down between my folds. He did this for a while, trying to relax me more. He added more saliva, trying to get it as slick as possible. He sucked his teeth in, making a face like he was trying to hold back. I nodded, giving my last stamp of approval.

With that, he placed the tip of his cock at my entrance. I let out a hiss as he applied pressure, slowly opening me up with the head. "oh, shit J" I moaned a bit too loud. I could tell the action scared him and he stopped and pulled back quickly. "You okay?" he sounded so concerned it was actually cute. I honestly don't think I'd ever seen so nervous, treat someone so gently. It was a part of him he rarely showed. "I'm okay, I was just surprised". I pushed my hips back up, giving him a better angle. Hesitantly, he went back to his previous position, the tip just barely opening me up. He changed positions. Leaning down he held all his weight on his forearms and hovered above me. His dick went a bit further in, his entire tip dipped inside. he sat like that for a few moments, allowing me to get comfortable before trusting in a bit more inside. I probably had at least half of him now and the stretching was starting to feel like fire. "JJ, holy shit. G-God damn. You're so fucking big". A single tear left my eye. JJ wiped it away, kissing my cheek. "Shh, baby. Not tryin' get caught in here. Not tonight" He smiled. Finally, he bottomed out. I felt him hit the back of me and I jerked away a bit. "That too deep, sweetheart?" "No. no. I want all of you. J-Just move slow". I whispered, clawing at his back and dragging down my nails. "I'm tryin' baby. Fuck, you feel so good/ so fuckin' tight around me. I swear that pussy is suckin' me in further". JJ started to pull out and a burning sensation filled my body. I moaned trying to conceal the pain I was feeling so JJ would keep going. He pulled out until just the tip remained. I swear he was tearing me open, but a hint of pleasure hid underneath the pain. Slowly, he thrusted back in. He hit me at the perfect angle causing hushed moans to escape me. "That's it baby girl. Just relax. I got you". JJ's hair danged in his eyes, blonde strands bouncing as he moved in and out. JJ continued with slow gentle motions. I could feel his cock getting slicker from my wetness. "Fuck, Dani. So wet for me". His voice was rough and dark. I could see in his eyes how hard it was not giving me what he really wanted, rough fast motions.

With each movement, the pain got less and less. Especially with the angle he hit me, pleasure was rising and rising. I was finally getting used to the movement, the fiery painful stretch I felt subsiding to nothing. "J, please. Need more." I begged him to move faster, begged him to make me his. A long "fuck" escaped his lips and he gave me everything I wished for. His thrusts were sloppy and quick causing my tits to bounce gently. They were fast but not too rough. He hit me with perfect pressure. I tried not to dig my nails too deep into him but I gripped his back as hard as I could. He let more and more moans escape him with each motion, whispering my name in between wet kisses. "J, I'm gonna cum if you keep hitting me like that". I was a mess. My hair was everywhere, my lips swollen from kisses, and shaking like I was in a snowstorm. "That's my plan, baby" JJ refused to stop his motions, shaking his head above me. "Cum on this dick, Dani, cum on me." He repeated this until I was a puddle underneath him, crying out in pleasure as a fire lit in pussy and spread throughout my entire body. I felt slick wetness escape me even more. JJ stayed consistent letting me ride out my high as long as possible, He showed no signs of slowing down, quick to coax another orgasm out of me as quickly as possible. I felt his balls slapping me. An audible clapping sound could be heard throughout the room. "God, baby girl. You're grippin' me so tight. Ain't gonna last much longer." JJ was shaking above me, I could tell his arms were exhausted from keeping him up, and small drops of sweat pooled on his forehead. "Do you wanna…Cum. Like in me?" I asked hesitantly. It only seemed right and I really wanted him to make me his. As much as he possibly could. JJ slowed for a moment. "Like in inside you?" His eyes were wide and blown out. I swear they were a shade darker than usual. I nodded my head yes, planting a passionate kiss on his lips again. "I mean, I-I. Yeah. Yes, of course, I would love to" It wasn't much longer after that when JJ placed his forehead on my neck, moaning out and deepening his thrust all the way in me slowly. I felt a hot thick mess drip out of me as he pulled out. I moan, saddened by the loss of him inside me. I wanted to keep him there forever. Stay like this until I couldn't take it anymore.

JJ laid next to me for a moment, breathing heavily. If he had been exhausted before, he would be even worse now. JJ turned to his side, giving me a small peck. Slowly, he crawled off the bed and grabbed the rag I had wrapped around the ice pack. He brought it to my core/ I cried out, trying to stay still. "shh, I know baby. Just trying to clean you up some". He used the rag, whipping away the mess he left behind. "Come on baby, gotta get you to the bathroom." JJ helped me stand. My legs were weak. "Not trying to let you get a UTI, That would be embarrassing." JJ laughed. He opened the door to the bathroom, sitting me gently on the toilet, and leaving. When I got back to the room, JJ helped me dress, putting his shirt back on me. He laid me down on the bed next to him, placing my head on his chest. I rubbed my back soothingly and whispered a goodnight.