#also feel free to ignore these next few tags btw

[ifmywishescametrue]

Hello, I hope you’re doing okay. <3

hi, thanks for the message! it’s very kind of you 💙

doing better today, but unfortunately yesterday was the kind of brutal that usually translates into a few not so great days.

[caraetdeul]

If It's All In My Head, Tell Me Now

Choi Seungcheol x fem!reader

The third time you forgave him.

TW: angst, angst, angst!!! Hurt/no comfort, somehow toxic relationship

A/n: third part is finally here! Hopefully I can finish this whole series before Scoups' birthday next week cuz I don't really want to celebrate it with this fic hurting my heart 😭 fair warning, this wasn't proofread in any way. it was just me and Grammarly against the world so I'm sorry if there's any discrepancies or mistakes throughout the story. Anyway, if you want to be tagged in the last part, feel free to tell me! Enjoy reading caratdeuls!

Btw, it can be read as gn!reader but there are descriptions of feminine clothes and things.

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If you could sum up the last few days ever since you had that dinner date, it would be somber.

You never thought your relationship with Seungcheol would ever reach this point. In fact, you never even thought there was any chance of your relationship actually coming to a point like this. If someone were to come up to you a year ago and tell you that all of these would happen to you, you would’ve laughed in front of their faces and carried on with your life. That’s how much you trust the foundations this whole thing was built on. But now, seeing the cracks forming on the walls of your desolate home, you doubt if the both of you were ever on the same side of the fence in the first place.

Sipping on your coffee, you sat quietly in one corner of the cafe you stumbled upon on one Monday afternoon. You honestly had no idea how you ended up here as you lived on the other side of the town. But you really only have your wandering thoughts to blame when you decide to take a stroll to take your mind off of things. In which you clearly failed to do so based on your current predicament.

You don’t know how much time has passed since you first sat down. But based on how the lights from the restaurant across the street were significantly brighter than the dark skies and the fact that you started strolling when the sun was still shining down on you, it was safe to say that you’d been there for hours now.

Putting down your mug, your eyes wander to your phone on the table which has been left unattended ever since you sat down. You slowly reach out for it, trying your best to suppress the hope of seeing a specific notification pop up on your phone. But even then, you couldn’t help but feel the disappointment settle deep in your bones when you were faced with a dozen notifications, and not a single one was from him.

You sighed dejectedly, turning it off and putting it back on the table face down. Checking the time on your watch, you realize you haven’t eaten anything properly since breakfast. Thankfully, the cafe you were in also offers whole meals on their menu.

You then stood up from your table—thanking the heavens that the cafe wasn’t bustling at the time or else your table would’ve been stolen the moment you left it—and stepped in line with other paying customers. It wasn’t long before you reached the front of the line and finally got back to your seat with a receipt for your purchase.

As you waited for your order, you went back to staring out the window, ignoring the distinct ping of new text messages going through your phone. You continued nursing your almost emptied-out mug as you watched droplets of rainwater racing each other down the window.

You were in a limbo.

The grey area between life and death.

No up or down. No left or right. You can only move forward at this point but how do you expect someone to do that when you can’t even see ten feet in front of you. How can someone move forward when the comfort of the life behind you latches on to you with the promise of a life you’ve been praying for for as long as you can remember? 

But with the struggle of a drowning body, you gasp for air at the realization that maybe you were the only one grasping for any semblance of the previous life you once had with him. Maybe you were the only one in this relationship that has no clue of its inevitable demise while he was already safe and sound in a bunker house somewhere you don’t know. Maybe, hoping it’s a maybe, you were the only one in the dark as you tried to resuscitate the dying embodiment of your relationship when he had already signed the dotted line on a DNR order.

While your shaking hands and watery eyes were fighting with the urge to fall apart in the middle of an unsuspecting cafe, you could hear Seungcheol’s unburdened laugh echoing into your ears. You were then slammed with the thought that maybe you were losing it with the amount of caffeine you consumed throughout your stay. You were about to slap your face into reality when you heard his laugh again. This time, it was clear enough that you realized it actually came from outside the cafe and not from your muddled mind.

With wide eyes, you searched for him through the window. It didn’t take you too long before your gaze reached Seungcheol’s distinct figure across the street, internally grateful for the rain that minimized the number of people walking around at the time.

In all honesty, you didn’t expect him to be actually here right in front of you. By all means, you were pretty far from your home, and as far as you know, this was even farther from his place of work. But here he was, laughing with some of his friends in front of the restaurant.

Probably his coworkers, you thought, recognizing some of the faces that he was with. There were 4 of them entering the restaurant including Seungcheol and by the looks of it, they were probably celebrating something with the way they were patting each other’s backs with smiles plastered on each of their faces.

As if on cue, your order arrived just on time as your phone rang, your brother’s contact flashing through your screen. You thanked the waiter before answering the phone once she was out of range.

“Hey,” you answered, connecting your Bluetooth earpiece so you can continue the call while eating, “What’s up?”

“Did you hear about the news?”

Confused, you put your utensils down before replying, “What news?”

“Your little boyfriend just got promoted.”

Your eyes widened as shock and pride coursed through you. So that’s what that whole thing was about, you thought looking back to their group who were currently seated at the restaurant where you conveniently have a direct line of sight from your place at the cafe.

You focused back on the call, your lips curling into a smile as you replied, “Oh my God, that’s great news!”

“Yeah, I know!” he exclaimed, “The whole thing was honestly in the works for quite a while now and everyone’s just basically waiting on the announcement. So it was really only a matter of time before Cheol got promoted and now, it’s official!”

You chuckled at his enthusiasm. Your brother has been a big fan of Seungcheol ever since he started working alongside him. In fact, his random stories about him as you both nursed some wine after a long day were what made you interested in Seungcheol in the first place. So the night you invited Seungcheol to a dinner with the family as your new boyfriend, it was safe to say that your brother was probably the biggest fan of your relationship. So much so that you weren’t even that surprised when his usual “my little sister’s new boyfriend should be scared of me” talk was still filled with compliments towards his so-called idol. And as you listen to him rant about how much Seungcheol deserved this promotion from the other line, there is no doubt he is still his biggest fan.

“By the way, I’m about to meet up with him along with some of our coworkers to celebrate,” he shared, “You should come with us! I’ll text you the address.”

Swallowing the last of your food, you answered, “Oh, sure!” You heard your phone ding with the new message from your brother, sharing with you the location of the restaurant which was unsurprisingly the one across the street.

“Should I pick you up on the way? I’m already down at the parking lot,” he suggested.

“Oh, no need. I’ll just meet you up there,” you replied, hearing the sound of his car door closing through the phone call.

“Okay then, see you there. Love you!”

“Love you too!” you responded before hanging up. You finish up your meal as fast as you can, buzzing with excitement from the news. Scrolling through your contacts, you pressed call on Seungcheol’s contact. As the phone rang, you watched through the window as you waited for him to answer your call. You wait with bated breath as he finally looks down on his phone. From your point of view, you can barely see your photo flash through his screen when he silently presses the red button before going back to the conversation he was previously in.

Scrunching your eyebrows, you flinched away from your phone as you heard the automated response enter your ear from where it was placed before. You don’t know what to make of that. You swallowed down the undesired thoughts that you were struggling with just a while ago which were currently resurfacing. You decided then to finally stand up from your seat with your bag on your shoulder, crossing the threshold towards the cafe’s doors.

Stepping out under the night sky, it then dawned on you that you currently didn’t have an umbrella on you and the rain was pouring down harder than it was an hour ago. You looked around for anything that you could temporarily use as a cover but all you could see were the sign stand indicating today’s specials in the cafe and a trash bin near a lamppost. You debated whether or not you could borrow the sign for just a moment but decided against it. It was a really cute sign with flowers and manually drawn drinks all over it that you didn’t have the heart to ruin with rainwater and frankly, you weren’t in the mood to try and outrun any of their employees once they saw what was happening.

Taking a deep breath, you put your bag over your head before making a run for it. You almost slipped twice as you ran and you probably look like a mess now with your drenched clothes and your hair sticking to your body but you were just thankful that there weren’t cars speeding down the road at the moment. You then successfully managed to cross the street safely, puffing as you took cover under the restaurant’s canopy.

Making sure you were still decent-looking enough even though you could already feel the cold of the rain seep through your clothes, you were about to step into the restaurant when you were stopped by the scenario in front of you. Blinking, you stood idly as you watched the group before you. Between the time that you finished your meal and got out of the cafe, their group got bigger with more people joining them. Normally this wouldn’t be an issue for you as you’ve already met some of them before whenever you accompany Seungcheol at a company event, but right now, you were having a hard time accepting what was happening right in front of you.

You knew deep down that you shouldn’t be jumping to conclusions because either way, you knew there wasn’t any desirable outcome from doing so. But seeing the way a woman was snuggled onto Seungcheol’s side and him not doing anything about it was certainly not helping your raging thoughts.

You immediately hid yourself on the side of the door, a panel of wall separating the huge window from the glass door. Glancing back inside, you bit your lip despondent at the sight of the woman laughing wholeheartedly at something Seungcheol had said, her hand reaching up toward his hair and sweeping the front strands away from his face. As if that wasn’t enough to destroy your heart, you watched with a shaky breath as Seungcheol faced her, the most dazzling smile gifted from him to her. The very smile you thought was only reserved for you.

Shock and betrayal were written all over your face as you slowly stepped away from the wall. The sight in front of you feels like a sticker on your favorite book with how hard it was to take your eyes away from it. You gripped your bag tighter, white knuckles showing as you felt the heavy downpour finally meet with your body once again. It was hard but you were finally able to feel your legs, enough to have the energy to walk away from it all.

You felt your lips quiver and your eyes blur with pain and heartache, the cold from the rain deciding to have a duel with the cold from your chest that was rushing through every part of your body. Fighting with their every breath to take the place of being the harshest thing to happen to you tonight.

But even then, both lost the minute your phone pinged once again with a new notification. It was a group picture showing Seungcheol in the upper right corner with his arm wrapped around the woman’s shoulder as everyone smiled, their happiness seemingly doing their absolute best to wrench the life out of you. You didn’t have any fight in you left to react to the picture. You can only shut your phone off and traverse your way back home with a heavy heart and ruined makeup.

Taglist: @moonwonuu @belladaises @porridgesblog @sasaapportela

[selfcarecap]

tag game 🎆

I’ve made a few new friends since I’ve started writing for Logan that I don’t know that well yet and I haven’t done a tag game in so long so I compiled my own from a few other ones I saw <3

last song you listened to: probably The Emptiness Machine by Linkin Park although I’ve got So Lonely by the Police stuck in my head rn so maybe that

silver or gold jewellery? silver if I have to choose one forever, but I also wear gold sometimes

do you have any tattoos? yess I have three, two on my arms and one on my leg :) also considering getting Dogpool as a LPS tattooed next 🤭

piercings? three nose piercings (one on each side and a septum bc i’m gay) and normal earlobe ones

currently reading or favourite book? i just finished Boy Parts (unfortunately disliked most of it btw, 2/5 ⭐️) and I’m either gonna read Rouge next or Are You My Mother?

a hobby you would like to try? Maybe making zines/collages? I had to make a zine for uni last semester and I loved it so much and I’m always collecting pics for collages (that I never end up using🙃) anyway

coffee or tea? Teaaa, I like green tea, chamomile tea, peppermint tea

favourite video game? Animal Crossing (ig New Horizons but I loved some of the previous ones too) or Sims 3 (although I’ve only played Sims 4 since it came out lol buuuut)

star sign? ♐️ (sagittarius with scorpio moon and taurus rising, not that I really know what that means tbh)

who is your hear me out? I feel like mine don’t qualify as hear me outs on tumblr lmao but Charles Dance/Tywin Lannister (hear me out bc he’s old ig) & Venom

tags (no pressure & feel free to ignore entirely or adjust some questions, and if anyone else wants to do this just say I tagged you <3)(some of you are not new mutuals but obviously i’m still tagging you💖) @t-lostinworlds @simplykenni @theprettyarachnid @ethanhoewke @eloquentlytired @cocoamoonmalfoy @birdstreesandhoneybees @thinkinonsense @aniqua @slushycoookie @devotion @silkscream @logansbaby (i hope all of these are mutuals anyway🫣 if not then ignore me lmao) also if you tag other people and you tag loads please consider making your own post shsksgkl <3 also tagging any of my anons if they want to do this 🫶🏼

[evermoresversion]

Hey! Can you write something like the reader loves Nick, but it's one sided cause he loves Noah but they'd never work out in the future.

Ending can be Happy or Sad.

Love your work btw ❤️

IT'S ALWAYS BEEN YOU, NICK LEISTER.

A/N Hi nonnie, I am very glad that you like my work, thank u so much for reading it and I also hope you enjoy this. <3

PAIRING Nick Leister x Reader.

TW/TAGS Angst but fluff at the end.

SUMMARY Nick and you were best friends, but you fell in love with him, he felt in love with Noah, or that's what you thought.

NICK'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

You and Nick met early in high school and have been inseparable ever since. From what you saw him go through all of his relationships, including the one he had with his stepsister, Noah.

You realized you had a crush on him at high school graduation but decided to keep it to yourself so you wouldn't ruin anything.

And when you were about to tell him how in love you were with him he decided to start a kind of strange relationship with his seventeen year old stepsister.

For several nights and days you wondered what he had seen in her that you didn't have. The whole time you compared yourself to her, making you feel bad.

The last straw was the pool party that Noah's boyfriend had attended. You were sitting at a table that was outside in the garden while Jenna and Lion dried the boy who apparently was called Dan. Jenna noticed you were in a bad moment and moved closer to you.

"What is it, queen?" she questioned sitting next to you and looked towards the direction in which you were looking. "I see."

"I'm leaving." You got up feeling completely ignored by your best friend and took your things.

"Wait..." Jenna exclaimed trying to stop you but Lion stopped her.

"Calm down, she'll be fine."

On your way to the main entrance you ran into Noah's mother, you offered her a gentle smile since she had never received you badly or anything like that, she smiled back with some doubt about your sudden departure.

And finally you left.

On the other hand, with Noah and Nick, they were still kissing between the inflatables for water when Rafaella called the black-haired man.

"Nicholas!" Nick held up his hand to get her attention and let her know he was still there. She broke away from Noah and swam toward the shore where Rafaella was.

"What's happening?" he asked with a smile on his face from the interaction with Noah from a few seconds ago.

"y/n left." She crossed her arms looking at him and the smile faded from Nick's face.

"What?" He quickly got out of the pool.

"What you heard, she's gone."

"Why? Hasn't she told you anything?" And he ran towards the entrance of the house without waiting for the woman's answer.

When he left, he saw how your car was leaving the house, he rushed to go to his cell phone and call you being received by voicemail.

"Fuck!" He cursed under his breath as he entered the house. Noah, seeing his condition, walked towards him.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" she asked worriedly and he denied without looking at her.

"Nothing, forget it."

"Okay, do you want to go to your room or to the pool?" Noah questioned placing his hands on his cheeks, and he nodded. "Okay, let's go."

"Precious, what's wrong, hmm?" Jenna asked seeing you just move the food around on your plate. You had both agreed to go out to eat after what happened at Nick's house.

"I'm in love with him, Jen." you sighed, letting your fork rest on the plate to look at her.

"Ay mi chiquita." He looked at you understandingly and you sighed resting your chin in the palm of your hand.

"I don't even know why I fell in love with him knowing how he is and the arrival of Noah in his life didn't help much." You took a sip of your peach juice and she took your free hand.

"Are you going to tell him?"

"Maybe one day if I'm not a coward." You wrinkled your nose at the thought of even ruining what you had.

"You are not a coward." she denied with a gentle smile. "You only fell in love with your best friend."

"Ugh, that sounds worse." you joked and you both laughed finishing eating.

You both returned to Nick's house where Lion was still there. When Jenna saw him, she approached him to greet him with a kiss and Nick approached you.

"Hey." you greeted barely arranging your bag on your shoulder.

"Why you left?" he asked looking at you intently, you sighed and looked at the guys, giving Jen a significant look, which she understood instantly. You were going to confess your feelings for him.

"Okay, we're leaving, bye Nick, bye y/n."

"Bye..." you muttered looking how they left.

"I wasn't going to take another second of watching the guy I've loved half my life making out with another girl he just met." you admitted, leaving him speechless, he opened and closed his mouth to speak but didn't know what to say. Never in his life would he have imagined that you would feel something for him.

"I..." Once again, he didn't know what to say.

"Don't worry, leave it like that, I knew this would happen." You started walking towards your car. But his voice stopped you.

"I've always loved you." it took you a few seconds but you finally turned around to look at him in disbelief.

"Really?" You stayed still in your place and he came closer to you.

"Yeah, I realized that things weren't going to work out with Noah, because she wasn't you." He put his hand on your cheek and you still looked at him without believing it.

"Seriously?" He laughed nodding leaning little by little towards you. "But you..."

"Shut up." He sentenced and then kissed you slowly.

Finally you separated and he looked into your eyes with intensity.

"It's always been you."

disclaimer ── evermoresversion © 2023.

[oncewhenalongtimeago]

If it's not too much trouble, how about a "Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot" where the other dragon riders notice our reader and Hiccup hanging out more often? I love your fics btw ! <3 Feel free to ignore me :)

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 19

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 4,160

The ‘fine’ part of ‘Things end up fine, anyways.’

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, Dragons: Defenders of Berk, Race To Fireworm Island, unedited, part two, half-fill

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You stared out at the sea from where you sat next to Hiccup on your own pentagonal slab of rock, your legs crossed, hands in your lap as you stared outwards.

The last you checked, Hiccup was sitting loosely with his elbows hooked over his knees, boot and prosthetic pressed flat against the floor.

It was still somewhat still, though the wind began to pick up slightly, causing small, cold waves to ripple and crash across its surface. 

The hairs on the back of your neck prickled as it did, and the silence between you and Hiccup was rife with an odd feeling which you tracked back to some of the just-barely dry underbrush, making you feel as if, oddly, you were being-

The only other sound was the one made by a grumbling stomach, which at first you nearly mistook for your own, glancing down and then at Hiccup.

He laughed awkwardly, “Yeah, ah-ha, I haven’t eaten since-”

You’d only been there for a few moments but the silence was starting to get weird and uncomfortable. 

Hiccup opened his mouth to speak again, though he was beaten, your own stomach gurgling in response.

“I’ve been, well, I’ve been a bit starved too,” You scuffed your feet against the stone beneath your feet and flushed as you also laughed, before speaking, staring of into the side where cliffs melted back into forest, “You know, I have just the thing.”

Carefully, you unclipped the wrapped cloth sack from around your waist, where it was hanging against your belt, You pulled out your lunch.

A smaller pouch nearly fell off as you did, a small brown thing which you vaguely recognized as having a bit of salt inside.

You weren’t going to use it- You’d already flavored some of the meat earlier after you spent the coin and bought it from the town square.

In any other circumstance, you might have been practically drooling, but this was a serious matter.

And… You could always sacrifice a bit of sandwich for a Hiccup in need. The power of a good sandwich did wonders.

You waved it at him, before noticing the look he had on his face, something stuck between curiosity and satisfaction, before explaining, “I eat at the hall usually, but sometimes I make myself lunch. Afternoon meal.”

No one else really ate lunch on Berk. Turns out that was a modern thing.

You stared down at it, made up of old bread from the Inegrman’s, carrot slices, mustard seeds, cabbage and some mystery meat you’d procured from the market.

It wasn’t much and the meat bits still tasted a bit like whey, but after you’d spent the longest time lunchless, eating the most bland food ever, it felt like heaven.

It made a world of difference.

You pressed into the center with just some cloth separating your nails from the bread as you ripped the sandwich in half.

You pulled the cloth off after and passed one half over to Hiccup, who took it surely.

“Okay- Alright,” Hiccup said inhaling.

He bit into it somewhat apprehensively, and you found it within yourself to be slightly judgemental of his judgment.

“This is good,” Hiccup said, after a moment of chewing, swallowing his first bite.

“Salt,” You managed through another mouthful of sandwich, which you thought spoke volumes.

It didn’t speak of all the volumes, but it spoke plenty.

“Oh,” Hiccup said, grimacing, looking up and focusing off into the distance in a way that told you he wasn’t thinking about your sandwich. Probably wondering why food on Berk was so bad.

He bit into it with a bit more enthusiasm than you’d expected, though not the messy kind you were witness to in the Great Hall from the much older, burlier Vikings.

You wanted to ask if he wanted any more through a mouthful of sandwich. Instead, you focused on chewing.

You vaguely notice the sound of scrambling claws against stone, something you’d gotten used to during your time on Berk.

“Hiccup,” You said, pausing, bringing down the hand holding your makeshift lunch as a small, glowy, orange little figure scurried forwards.

It was a Fireworm, and it had wandered right up to your feet.

“I know,” He responded, sounding definitely happy, “I see it. But-”

Hiccup shook his head, grimacing, before explaining, “Ah, Gods, I left the pliers on Toothless saddle. I can-we can’t pick them up. They’re too hot.”

You glanced at him and saw what was definitely a thinking face on his face, if you’d ever seen one.

The little Fireworm before you did the best it could to stand on its hind legs, its front arms repeatedly falling back onto gray stone, the many  arms in between wiggling as they met air, making an odd sizzling chittering noise all the while.

Its large throat shifted as it spoke, a lot like a frog, small, beady, pupil-less eyes blinking in a way that was uncomfortable but oddly cute?

“Fireworms, they’re-” Hiccup paused, watching the dragon intently, “They’re scavengers. So, this one-”

“It wants a piece of my sandwich?” You asked, waving your finger above the little guy as he danced.

You looked down at your own sandwich, before bringing your hand back to break off a piece of bread for the little guy. It was like feeding Terrors, except you were pretty sure bread would give them indigestion.

You had to shift back slightly, holding the piece of bread in a pinch and scooting back as the little fireworm curled and bowed and tried to crawl closer, eager for the meager little piece of bread.

Before you could drop the piece, you paused, holding it in the air, looking towards Hiccup, “I- Would it-he? Be alright if I-”

Then you paused again.

It seemed Hiccup was busy with his own corral of dragons as a few more Fireworms peeked up and around the geometric slabs of rock, looking at Hiccup like an eager flock of chickens or a bunch of extra mini lizards.

He looked at you, his legs crossed too, sitting carefully as the Fireworms came to sniff at his legs and nose around the area he held his sandwich, limp in his arms with both hands, “It should be fine. They- even if he didn't like it, the worst it would give him is a stomachache. Besides, I don’t think they’re eating any of the sandwich. Not yet.”

“Really?” As you looked back, you noticed a few more surrounding you, one particularly large Fireworm crawling over a flat ridge, nearly emotionless, still face staring intently at you.

You startled, yelping and turning your attention back to your hands as the first Fireworm fell back, having jumped at your fingers, grabbing for the bread pinch in your fingertips and missing, burning your pointer finger and causing it to loosed slightly before reflexively jerking together.

The first little dragon seemed a bit frustrated in a sort of sad way, as he wriggled on the ground and righted himself, put out as more Fireworms began to gather, smaller and more emotive than the rest, which you noticed with a sort of optimistic chagrin.

You glanced towards Hiccup as he frowned slightly at all the dragons beginning to surround the two of you, slowly beginning to stand up then back at your little fireworm, who was now surrounded by a bunch of larger small ones.

He was the first to make a move and yet he hadn’t gotten a piece. So the littlest one was the first one to make a choice. To approach both you and Hiccup and feel the two of you out and then, to make the big, crazy, going-to-walk-up-to-the-people decision. 

You smiled a little, brighter than ever.

It reminded you of someone.

You made sure to rip off another, bigger piece of bread, handing it over to him as an apology, quickly and directly, chest lighter as he began to clumsily scurry away, with enthusiasm, “Sorry for the wait.”

Then you blinked. You noticed vaguely that Hiccup did the same, laughing nervously and tossing dragons a few small pieces of your sandwich. 

The two of you were surrounded by Fireworms, begging like blank-faced small, furry creatures in a pet shop window.

You got up, backing slowly away, edging as much backwards as you could as the little dragons converged on you. You weren’t sure exactly where you were headed but you knew you should probably not be there. 

You could feel the heat of the fireworms as they got closer, burning brightly, getting more intense as each new Fireworm joined their ranks. 

You had no idea how they could mess around the foliage and not set everything on fire. 

You backed up until your shoulders hit something furry, causing you to nearly start.

It was Hiccup’s coat. 

You jerked to the side, pulling your eyes away from the fireworms, realizing that you and Hiccup had backed into each other.

Hiccup did the same, before looking down at the Fireworms with both wonder and mild apprehension, “They’re… glowing. Brighter, I mean.”

“Do you think this’ll be enough for Hookfang?” You asked, resisting the urge to laugh nervously. You two were closer to the treeline now, at the edge of an area which you thought might be too damp for them to be comfortable.

You grabbed down for something without looking, your back nearly to the trees, fireworms still scrambling around. 

It was with glee that you let go of the last piece of your sandwich to a little Fireworm that had attached itself to your boot.

Another scrambled across the mostly empty floor, tiny claws scratching against grass and stone.

You picked at it with a stick, gently.

It stuck to the stick, clinging to it with one of many hands before falling off and skittering away.

You glanced up to where Hiccup was watching the little guy go with what looked like a lost expression on his face, “I wasn’t sure how we were going to get them all back, anyways…”

You considered trying to hold a Fireworm between your stick and another earlier, like you were using chopsticks, but when you’d had to replace your old one- it set on fire- you decided it was probably better to try and lead it by the sandwich.

You fell to the ground again, which was very, very clear besides a few lingerers, with a sigh of relief.

After the two of you showed your empty hands, it was like the group of them seemed to dissipate, quickly dissolving into the bushes.

“Where are they all going?” You asked curiously.

“I don’t know,” Hiccup responded under his breath, as the last little Fireworm, a particularly wiggly faithful guy, dancing sideways and undulating its body like a frond of pond weed, scuttled proudly away into the bushes with two whole pieces, both from you.

“Do you think we can follow…?” You asked, half mumbling, and very optimistic. The ‘them to more,’ remained unsaid.

The two of you looked at each other.

The Fireworm crawled quickly down the cliffs, both you and Hiccup scrambling to follow.

You waved your arms as you struggled to balance, Hiccup skidding and bending forward precariously as he leapt from one basalt column to another.

Hiccup had the lead earlier, but you soon overtook him as his prosthetic got stuck between two rocks, Hiccup ushering your forwards as you sprinted and he tugged his foot free.

His prosthetic made a noise, the sound of metal on rock and the grinding of the spring mechanism of his prosthetic every time it hit stone.

It was a few moments more before you reached mostly flat ground, again tiled by those now familiar geometric shapes, 

You were running along a large ledge in the side of a cliff, and you did your best to keep up, coming to a stop as the Fireworm scuttled forwards.

You skidded to a stop, lungs burning and heart pounding, limbs sore, looking up and it disappeared into a huge cave, its entrance looking like a huge, wide crack in the cliff face. 

“So, we follow it in?” You asked as the two of you stared down into the cave.

It had gotten pretty fast near the end, probably frightened by the two of you running full speed after it.

Hiccup skidded to a stop right beside you, panting and bending over slightly, chest moving as yours did.

You could still feel your heart pounding in your ears.

“Yeah, I… I guess so,” Hiccup said, slowly standing up straight, “I think this might be it.”

Fireworms were bright, right? 

You should be able to spot it in the darkness of the cave. It couldn’t have gotten too far.

But, no. It was dark. Really, really dark. And as you stepped forwards into the darkness, the light behind you fading into nothing, it only got darker.

Your boots tapped against the stone, your only anchor being the sound of Hiccup’s prosthetic as it squeaked in the darkness and the vague idea of where he was, which you could only discern through his body heat and the occasional brush of his fur vest against your arm.

“Are we lost?” You asked, in barely a whisper.

You blinked, though you were hit by a feeling of unease as you were greeted by the sight of nearly nothing when you opened them. The open space around you, covered by complete darkness, only succeeded in making the cave feel cavernous and eerie. 

As you walked, you wondered what Hiccup was thinking, his arm bumping into yours. You resisted the urge to grab onto his it, sticking close as lint.

It was much colder here than anywhere else, the hall, cavern, whatever else frigid and yet incredibly dry.

And as you went, slowly, steadily grew the sound of buzzing, an ominous, quiet, continuous yet high pitched mumble.

“I…” Hiccup started, then stopped.

You jerked back uneasily, not registering it until a moment later, halfway between a step forwards, shifting your weight backwards.

You noticed, just barely, that you could make out the end of the tunnel.

It was a considerable improvement from the moment before, where everything was washed over by an inky blackness.

There was a light at the end of the tunnel. Though, as you recalled the yellow light of the outside, you doubted your path would lead you to an exit.

Slowly, the two of you crept towards the light, and as you grew closer, it became clearer.

Your source of light was a long, thin crack in the rock. You could just make out a stone floor on the other side of it, but you couldn’t tell much else. It was just wide enough to fit a Fireworm comfortably and a teen you uncomfortably if you turned to the side.

You stood aimlessly in front of the crack in the wall, meeting eyes with Hiccup, whose green eyes became a muddied brown, washed over with orange light. 

“So…” You began, feeling the beginnings of a pit of dread in your stomach.

You thought now would be the opportune time for a, ‘ladies first,’ and was pleasantly surprised when hiccup responded with something else.

“I’ll go first,” Hiccup nodded.

Hiccup scooted forwards, going first, sliding through a narrow space in the wall, where the light was brightest.

“Hiccup?” You called lightly.

“It’s-it’s safe,” He said. His voice was faint with a hint of what sounded like stun.

Apprehensively, you began to scoot in after him, wincing as your eyes adjusted to the sudden light, dim though it was. 

When you saw what was inside, you couldn’t do anything but gasp and stumble forwards, coming to stand besides Hiccup a little further away in the cavern.

It was incredible. 

It was like a giant beehive. 

If the cave leading inwards felt cavernous, you weren’t sure what this was.

There must have been a million of them.

Tiny Fireworms crawled along the walls, moving up and down incredibly large honeycomb walls, glowing and flickering and buzzing.

You could spot a few, newly returned, sharing the fruits of their ‘hunt,’ dividing small sandwich bits into even tinier pieces.

Each comb came together to form a dizzying pattern.

The whole island underneath must have been carved out and reinforced, pasted together to make this.

There were parts of the cave that faded into gray stone and darkness; The entrance you crawled into must not and really could not have been the only one, and this could not have been the only cavern. 

The corner of your eye was drawn to a movement in the hexes, a low, barely perceptible rumbling filling your ears.

She was curling around one of the many red-washed rocks jutting from the floor in the middle of the cavern.

A glowing orange and yellow dragon with the same large throat as the small Fireworms, radiating heat like a small sun, with eyes saturated to the reddest degree you had ever seen. 

Hiccup exhaled, tilting his head to the side as his mouth quirked up at the corners, taking in the sights around you.

“Hiccup,” You tapped his arm, calling warningly.

You backed up slowly, matching steps with Hiccup yet again until you nearly hit a wall of comb.

One of your boots got caught on something for a moment and you glanced down and up again, the floor beneath you covered by a sticky, thick sheen of something. Was it honey?

You looked at Hiccup, who glanced to his side. 

You were too far away to run away through the cave, your exit block and your space crowded by the large dragon.

“The Fireworm Queen?” Hiccup asked, still sounding sort of awed. 

The large dragon got onto its hind legs, many clawed arms flexing and swaying surely in the air, in great contrast to her many children.

In the moment, all you could think about is if any of these Fireworms were ever larvae?

“Wait, hold on, I can-...” He trailed off like he had come to some sort of realization. Glancing at his face, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, you half expected him to shout, ‘Eureka!’

You breathed shakily, crouched slightly as you listened to the sound of skin shifting against fabric.

“Leftovers from paint making,” Hiccup shrugged his hand out of the wrappings around his waist, revealing a handful of slightly dull red-orange scales. 

You saw them in your periphery, took in some details through a half-glance, though both of your eyes and Hiccups were still trained mostly on the Fireworm Queen, “I grabbed a few just before… Just before he started graying.”

The two of you laughed together in celebration, panting as your sprint brought you back onto the cliffs where you’d taken lunch and then had lunch taken.

It was easy to get back out with the glow of the honeycomb to guide you.

You were just glad that everything seemed to have worked out well.

You stopped, panting, beaming at him, and he beamed back, laughing into the wind as the sky got darker.

You calmed down, and you could see his focus change through his expression from, ‘we got the honeycomb,’ to 'how are we going to get this back?’

You glanced around, looking at the sea and the sun, just beginning to wash the world in pinks, spotting a few dots along the sky for what was the second time that day.

“Look-look!” You shouted joyfull, grabbing into his arm. 

“Is that…?” Hiccup asked, as you cheered, the bright blue and yellow dot growing lighter until it was larger than the both of you.

You scramble back to make space, a healthy distance away, a bit farther than Hiccup, though not too far.

You were closer to the treeline than not as Stormfly landed, claws outstretched, ready to dig into the grooves along the cliff.

“I didn’t know Stormfly could track this far,” Astrid said from a distance, looking suspiciously down at her dragon.

“Astrid!” Hiccup had calmed down considerably by the time she landed, though he was alight with what you imagined to be another kind of joy, the same kind that lit your chest as your hope for Hookfang was restored, “I can’t- find Toothless. Can you-?”

You watched Hiccup’s furred, vested back as he and Astrid focused their attention on each other.

Astrid looked down on Hiccup from above, the wind, growing colder, blew in from behind her, causing her hair to wave wildly, albeit with a graceful quality you never saw outside of movies. It was a beautiful sight.

Stormfly below did her best to look back up at her rider, tongue flicking in her mouth, neck undulating as she began chirping deep in her throat.

“What-?” Astrid asked, looking incredulously down at Hiccup, “Where have you been all day? We’ve been searching for you! We don’t have time to-!”

“Astrid!” Hiccup said again’

“Again, what?”

You blinked watchfully. You were still riding off the high of getting the comb. You didn't have the mind to be concerned about the love interests not doing love interest things.

Hiccup held up his hand, where the still-glowing comb was carefully cradled, “Think you can get this back to Snotlout and Hookfang?”

Astrid’s eyes widened as she showed what you might’ve called a star on someone else startled on Stormfly’s saddle, as if she’d just noticed the comb there.

It was bright along one side and you worried for a moment that it would begin to drip and ooze. Would it be able to withstand the trip back to Berk unscathed?

She looked down at it sternly, before nodding, extending her hand downwards, “Give it to me.”

Before she could grab it, though, you stepped forwards.

“Wait-” You said, as Hiccup was mid hand-over. Quickly, you brought your hands back to your belt where you’d clipped the cloth you’d used to hold your lunch earlier.

Quickly, you shook out any remaining crumbs and you gestured for the honeycomb.

Astrid, it seemed, immediately got what you were going for, backing up on Stormfly, causing her dragon to stand at full height as you began to grab the honeycomb from Hiccup. 

You held the cloth in your hands and carefully grabbed the free side comb, wrapping it up clumsily as it stood half-held by Hiccup, who then retracted his hand, and half supported by your other palm underneath.

Astrid eyes the two of you carefully as you did, eyes narrowing though not necessarily with any malice. A bit of suspicion, maybe.

“You want this back later?” Astrid asked, finally, after a moment of silence, as Hiccup carefully grabbed back the honeycomb and handed it up to her.

“It’s alright,” You said, before continuing matter-of-factly “I can probably come get it next time I go up to Hofferson House.”

She raised her brow, “Do either of you need a ride?”

Hiccup looked at you, as if asking for directions. To that, you shrugged.

“Stormfly will probably be faster without the extra weight,” he decided, to which you agreed privately. The need for speed was essential, “Is Hookfang…?”

“Not doing well,” Astrid nodded, “I’ll send someone back for you later.”

You could tell the moment she kicked Stormfly off, shifting her weight back and bending slightly forwards, moving her knees against Stormfly’s side in a way that caused her to bow again and crouch her legs. 

She spread her wings wide, tail spikes flexing.

The few hardy, strong wingbeats of Stormfly blew back your tunic, sending sticks and leaves flying.

As Stormfly launched into the sky, you had to cover your face with your arms. Shaking yourself off once you stopped feeling the force of the wind on your chest.

As you settled, back straight, you watched them disappear into the skyline.

Hiccup, too, watch next to you, looking very satisfied.

You hoped the honeycomb reached Hookfang and Snotlout safely.

You noticed they had been out and about a lot recently.

Snotlout would definitely be happy to see it.

You hoped you didn’t stunt his character growth or something. You felt like it might have been a good learning experience for him, though maybe he’d learned enough already. 

He seemed pretty distraught over Hookfang.

You made a confused noise in the back of your throat which you were sure was lost in the wind.

The sea began to pick up slightly as it did and you were reminded of the light chill in the air as the sky grew from orange to darker, and you were reminded of the oncoming night.

Standing with his hands on his waist, hair blowing back like he was having some sort of wise movie come to Jesus moment.

You joined him staring out at the warm, saturated reds and pinks and oranges of the mostly set sun. 

You wondered if trees were comfortable to sleep in.

“So, I guess we have to set up camp, now?” 

[sanzaibian]

So.

Something a bit weird and... to be honest unexpected happened, in the last few days.

No, this is not the start of a story, believe me, there would be more fluff than that. It's actually something a bit more meta, actually.

I haven't made that much of fuss with that metric recently, even though I have seen it slowly but surely rise. Plus, it's hard to come up with ways to celebrate that are new, at least in the confines of this blog, especially when inspiration runs dry after a particularly intense few weeks.

But come on.

I cannot ignore that.

Sanzaibian reached the 1000 subscribers mark ! Thank you so, so, so much for all the support !

Honestly, when I started this blog, I did expect to reach the 100 subscribers mark, but 1000 ? Come on, that was pure wishful thinking ! Yet here we are, reaching this high a number that one cannot just ignore and wait for the next milestone to get inspiration !

Although I know recent story publication has been quite substancially slowed (I blame the intense start of academic year for that), I hope I can prove myself worthy of your trust in putting out stories of good enough quality !

Now, for celebration, because it's customary to have a celebration in times like these.

I know it's currently Halloween season, when many events are usually held (especially for such an eldritch-adjacent interest as that of TF). Plus, my birthday is coming up at the end of the month, and I know it's also usually cause for celebrations...

But I've decided that the best way to celebrate would still be to open for a limited time a barbershop for you all to attend and take the opportunity to freshen up your cut free of charge ! Rest assured that, although I have no knowledge in cutting hair, I've made sure to hire professionals with a good resume ! Look, they have all trained under Dr. Davod or Tyler from the Test District #012 (weird name, btw). Professionals, I say !

So, you know what the deal is, after all this time : please use the "ask" feature of this blog to book a haircut at my normal barbershop, only available for a limited time ! Please write down a bit of information about what kind of hair the barbers will be working for, and what kind of haircut you're interested in, at the very least !

I'll caveat this by also reminding everyone that, unfortunately, the barbers, although numerous, are a busy bunch, so you may to wait a while before the next opening. Also... well, to get them to agree to sign the CDD for working at this limited-time normal barbershop, I've had to concede the right to refuse cuts that they don't feel like making... and to fix up a bit more than just your hair.

Aside from that, I thank you all once again for all the support you've given me since the beginning of this blog. I hope I'll be able to continue making you all horny and satisfying you all with new stories in the forseeable future ! ^^

[Technical stuff : you may reblog this post, make a post tagging me, or something else that you feel would fit ! There's not really a wrong way to do it ^^']

[thisfanisgonesorry]

Feel free to ignore this request/ Would you write spy x reader having casual sex with him verbally teasing her because of the age gap and her daddy kink 🤧

i am so fucking sorry that it took me so long but i also had NO idea how to start it, to make up for that fact, its rlly fucking long. im not really happy with it but i feel bad if i keep this in drafts any longer. its mostly rlly sweet so i hope it has enough teasing for you. heavily inspired by my heart belongs to daddy + some other songs similar to that. (btw if a hookup kisses your forehead, hes a piece of shit, its only hot when dilfs do it), 

tags: smut duh, hes daddy lol so,, hookup/one night stand. age gap obviously. lightly lolita inspired so its up for interpretation if this is a felony or not. ur getting seduced because,, obviously, maybe a virgin? maybe not? kind of implied ur just inexperienced compared to him, unhappy ending oops, soft sex but he gets a little aggro, panty snatcher 9000

tbh hes hard to write dialogue for but i <3 him. (also i wrote enough dialogue for a part 2 except my brain stopped working so i had to cut it short) (beta didnt read all of it so hopefully its okay)

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“You have to admit, it’s a little exciting, no?”

“You could say that.” I grinned anxiously as he held my chin to make me look up at him.

“Not a soul can know about this, ma cherie.” He said, lightly kissing my lips. I leaned softly into his touch as he spoke. “I hope you understand.”

And deep down, it was beyond easy to tell that he meant that in more than one way, almost like he had a handful of reasons to not speak about this, for no one to find out. He could spoon feed any excuse to keep this hush hush.

“Yeah, I know.” I swallowed thickly. “You’re very handsome.” 

“And you are very beautiful.” He smiled.

“Thank you.” I reached up to touch his face, though hesitated because of his mask.

“Go on.” He whispered.

He took my hand in his and placed it against his cheek, the fabric was soft and well cared for, his jawline felt sharp under the touch and I could only imagine what he properly looked like without the damn thing on. The soft fabric enticed me to stroke his cheek softly which he, after a few seconds of processing, leaned into with a soft hum, clearly interested by how much I was mesmerised by such a simple item. The way we paused for this one moment of tenderness.

“Can I take it off?”

“No.” He said somewhat sternly before softening, he stayed in thought momentarily.

My hand left his face, meeting on his shoulders and both hands trailing down the front of his suit, feeling the expensive fabric under my touch. I nodded softly in understanding, though he could sense the disappointment.

“Maybe another time, ma cherie, right now, this is for both of our safety.” His eyebrows knitted together, and it was clear to tell that he wasn’t happy about it either though, admittedly, the idea of there being another time in the future was almost exciting enough to make up for it.

“No, I understand.” I spoke, not telling the entire truth and it was somewhat evident in my voice that it was, in fact, not okay.

“I want this to be wonderful, my dear. Please don’t be upset.”

I looked around his fancy hotel room, not booked for me but it was still an honour to be invited here, the last hour and a half is a blur and all I’d rather focus on is the man over twice my age standing in front of me.

“This is wonderful.”

He smiled and wrapped his arms around my torso, pulling me close to him and taking us to a very fancy couch in the large hotel room with a faux fireplace. All we need now is a bearskin rug. We basically flopped onto the couch with little to no grace and I was almost fully prepared for whatever will come next.

A short laugh escaped both of us at the short tumble. He repositioned us to sit somewhat awkwardly with him hovering above me as he began to gently kiss and nip at my neck. I leaned against the armrest, the harsh wood pressing into my back.

“You are... heaven.” He spoke, unsure if he was using the right words as he continued to kiss my flesh softly, despite his hands being harshly digging into my hips. “You are perfection.” He whispered, trailing off slightly, losing himself in his thoughts.

“Y’think so?” I breathed.

“How does it feel to be with a man who wants you?” He lightly teased as his fingers slowly lingered off my hips and under the hem of my dress, bunching it up as his hands returned to their original place.

“It’s intoxicating.” I admitted, saying it almost too quickly.

“You are intoxicating.” He smugly smiled, pressing a strong kiss on my lips. “You like getting drunk on a man’s love.” He began to slowly analyse. God, he must be good at his job.

“Is it that obvious?”

“A little, but there’s nobody here but me and you in this big and safe room.”

I felt a little embarrassed by his comments, simply reaching up to unbutton his suit, pulling the tie loose and unbuttoning the white shirt. He shrugged off his jacket and threw it on a nearby chair, letting my hands take their sweet time on undressing him. The mask was bunched around his neck slightly, hanging somewhat loosely around his collarbones which was usually covered by the neckline of his suit.

“You just love feeling desired, don’t you?”

I stared up at him, his words bounced around in my brain like an infection as I continued to unbutton his shirt. “Yes.” I confessed, though he was already well aware.

“A beautiful girl like yourself deserves appreciation.” The way he said ‘girl’ slowly dripped off his tongue and floated in the air. He was mocking me.

“Thank you, daddy.” I acted boldly, dipping my toes in the water as I wrapped my arms loosely around him, his shirt now only halfway unbuttoned.

He froze, completely still, staring down at me with an unreadable face, and all he did for a few moments was stare with a slightly agape mouth before finally letting out a small laugh. 

“That.. was a surprise. You’re really into this. You’re not afraid at all.” He spoke somewhat calmly but with a sense of condescension in his words. We both leaned closer to each other, thoughts running wild.

“C’mon, Daddy.” My lips ghosted over his, my hands trailing down his torso again and landing on his hips, he took a sharp inhale and stared down at me with his half-lidded eyes and a now clenched jaw.

“Merde.” He cursed quietly. “Don’t.”

He quietly snaked his hand around my throat loosely, not applying any pressure but more as a blank threat to stop pushing him and to distance my face slightly away from his.

“I’ll stop.” I lied through my teeth and he furrowed his eyebrows at it, knowing it to be a lie.

His lips twitched, threatening to turn into a smile though he tried to remain stone-faced as he contemplated what I deserved. He kept one hand around my throat as the other stayed glued to my hip, he began rubbing small circles with his thumb as he thought.

“You are in very experienced hands.” He finally said, leaning in to kiss me again.

“What are you gonna do?” I asked sweetly.

“What would you like me to do? What would make you happy?” He spoke slowly with a deep reverence, the way the words fell from his mouth was strangely erotic but you know what they say about french accents.

I took a moment too long to answer, so he freely slid his hands into my panties and felt his way to my clit, much faster than anyone previously. I closed my eyes softly and he could read the surprise written on my face. He began to move slowly, his mouth slightly opening as he watched me keenly.

“God.” I breathed out.

“How do you feel? Do you like being with a man instead of a boy?” He smirked slightly, moving his hand slightly faster and releasing my throat from his grasp. “You must not be used to being treated so kindly, for someone to desire you, to wish to ravish you, to enrapture.” He rambled on, enjoying the view beneath him.

“Never had anything like this before.”

“This is what a real man does. We take care of our women, make sure they’re happy.” He took a shaking breath as he watched every move I made, his hand moved from my throat to gently stroke the side of my face and pet my hair. “We make them feel beautiful, tell me, do you feel beautiful?”

“Yes, I do.” I tried to maintain eye contact and despite the slow pace, he felt really good.

“A mature man does whatever his woman wants.” He hummed. “We have big, strong arms that can hold them up. We can catch them when they fall. Do you enjoy being treated this way, little girl?”

“Yes, daddy.”

He furrowed his eyebrows sternly, despite knowing what would happen when he called me a little girl. It was so clear that it was getting under his skin in such an interesting way, one that I’ve never seen before. “Let me see you.”

I blinked momentarily at his question, which seemed more like a statement, before it clicked. “Oh, yes.” I spoke nervously as I lifted my hips for him. 

He still looked mostly emotionless as he slowly peeled away the black panties and also threw it to the side which will be a bitch to find a little later. He admired it for a moment, both hands on my hips, holding me from squirming away and I felt like shrinking under his gaze. He spat harshly on the view. “Such a pretty chatte, ma petite fille.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” He smiled softly as his fingers lowered and rested right there where I needed him, threatening to dip into me, rubbing small circles around the hole. I was clenching around nothing, wanting him inside me, letting out small gasps at the feeling, and he rolled his eyes sarcastically, placing his hand over my mouth as he pushed his long fingers deep inside me. I let out a muffled moan at his actions, staring up at him wide eyed. “Don’t you dare say what you’re thinking.” He said sternly, trying very hard to dissuade me as he slowly lowered his hand, resting it gently around my throat.

I nodded at his words. “Fuck.” I whined. 

“How would you like me to finger you, ma cherie?” I blinked at his question, it was unexpected to hear. He quirked an eyebrow before rolling his eyes again. “Do I need to show you?”

“Yes.” I responded, slightly embarrassed. He switched between two distinct styles then tilted his head for a response. I took a second to catch my breath and think. “Uh, second one?” 

“Anything for you.” He praised as he slowly moved his incredibly and unnaturally talented fingers.

He slowly began to amp it up and I let out pitiful gasps and moans as he went to work, cold-faced besides the occasional smile which he’d try to hide. I wanted to writhe and scream against his touch, feeling electrified.

“Feels good?” He asked softly, leaning forward and kissing my forehead.

“Yeah, it feels really good.” I spoke, biting my lip to restrain myself from calling him daddy.

His free hand fell from my throat and tried to undo the buttons on his shirt but struggled due to his limitations, he withdrew his hand and stuck it in his mouth briefly before continuing to shrug off his shirt. He grinned at the sweetness before placing his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him so I was no longer awkwardly leaning against the armrest and laying flat down on the couch.

He had shallow breathing as he began to unbuckle his belt and lower his pants and boxers. I kinda took him for a briefs guy. Nonetheless, he attempted to strip himself from his remaining clothes. It was a little awkward to watch admittedly.

I ran my hands up and down his toned stomach momentarily as he shuffled his pants just low enough for him to comfortably free his erection, giving it a few languid strokes before aligning it to me.

“You’re so pretty.” He mumbled as he pushed in, slowly at first but quick to bottom out to get it over and done with. “Mon dieu, ma petite fille.”

“Ah, fuck—” I cursed out as I grabbed onto his arm harshly at the feeling.

“Hey, Y/n.” He hushed. “Shh, you’re alright.” He spoke through gritted teeth, clearly trying to restrain himself in the slightest.

I nodded. “I’m alright.” I held onto him harshly, still trying to get used to the size.

“God, you’re so warm and soft.” He panted, groaning quietly.

“Mhm. ‘m not tight?” I breathed slowly.

“You feel just like a woman should.” I clenched around him and he let out a guttural groan. “Merde, mais tu es serré, si serré.” He rambled, his hands harshly digging into my hips.

“Huh?”

His head went limp and dipped down into the crevice of my neck. “Gonna need you to relax, can’t—” He grunted. I tried to level my breathing as he placed soft kisses on my neck. “I said you’re so tight, you feel so good.”

I writhe against the couch below him, feeling the slow drag of his velvety skin, despite being slow, it was deep. His eyes were hooded as they looked down at me and I struggled to keep eye contact. “Fuck, hurts.” I groaned softly, pushing at his hips to try to relieve some of the tension.

“Désolé.” He spoke softly, still pressing soft kisses against my skin and trying to rub smooth circles into my hips. “There is nothing better than this.”

The slow drag of his cock was intoxicating, I was devoid of words as his hand softly pressed against my stomach as his thumb reached to play with my clit, the soft fabric of my dress still bunched up at my waist.

“Si vous lisez ceci, j'avais juste besoin de remplissage.”

“Feels so good, daddy.” I finally cursed out.

He grunted with a particularly harsh thrust. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and I could already sense what was about to happen.

“You’re just a little girl. I’ll treat you like one.” He spat as he littered kisses down my neck again, contrary to his words. “You have no idea what you’re doing. You’re nothing compared to an experienced, well established, refined man like me. Is that what you wanted?” He spoke, dragging out the syllables of every word that left his mouth.

“What are you gonna do, daddy?” I spoke as he looked down at me with all the willpower that was left in his body. His thrust began to pick up pace slowly as I was adjusting to him, he hovered over me, entirely naked besides the mask. 

“I’m gonna show you how a man treats a woman.”

“And how am I going to go back to boys after you do?”

“You won’t.” He responded plainly but with a slight grin. “I’ll ruin you for young men. Why would you want to go back to a boy anyway? You won’t have to worry about boys.” He spoke possessively, purring at the feel of my body beneath him.

I let out a pathetic moan at the way he was speaking, feeling putty in his hands and more than willing to let this man ruin me for anyone less than experienced. 

He basically growled as his pager beeped at him. “Saved by the bell.”

“Wha— Huh?” I responded in a lust-filled daze as he haltered his movements completely and gave me a moment to rejoin planet earth before he continued.

“I need to go. Work calls.”

“Oh.” I frowned, pulling his face closer to mine to kiss him properly. Admittedly, I was a little disappointed at the sudden end, though by the looks of it, so was he given that his jaw was so clenched you could practically hear teeth cracking under the pressure.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke softly, he placed one last kiss before leaving the situation entirely.

He pulled himself out and unbunched the skirt from around my waist, though we both had no idea where my panties had ended up. He began to put his suit back on slowly but equally so, he had no idea where his tie was.

“You can stay if you wish.” He said solemnly.

“Isn’t that weird?”

“No, I don’t know when I’ll be back but there’s no point letting this hotel room go to waste with no one staying in it.” He looked around. “It was quite expensive.” He whispered softly, there were teasing undertones but it was clear he was trying to convince me into staying, like this was the one service he could provide for me, despite his sudden departure.

“I don’t think I should.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back sometime in the morning, then we can get breakfast.”

“You’re gonna come back?”

“It would be rude to leave you, no?” He spoke, looking down at me while he buttoned up his shirt before slipping on his jacket and smoothing his mask below the collar. Without his tie, he left the first button undone on the white shirt and it looked enticing. “How else am I supposed to show you that boys are just a waste of time?”

“That is true. So.. You’ll see me again?” I tried to joke back with him but it hung in the air and he could sense the disappointment and hesitation.

“Yes.” He answered thickly. “I mean, I really shouldn’t but.. I seem to be unable to stop myself nonetheless.” He leant in for another kiss before hesitating and deciding to place it on the forehead instead. “The bed is very soft, ma cherie. I must insist you stay the night, at the very least.” He repeated softly. 

“I’ll stay.” I nodded, unsure if I would keep my promise.

“You can order room service if you need.” He spoke again, picking up his pager and sliding it into his suit jacket. “I wish I didn’t need to go.”

“It’s okay. I understand.”

He nodded silent as he trudged through the room, he picked up his small duffel bag and did a silent salute goodbye before bending over again and picking up something from the ground and sliding it into his pocket, not that I saw what it was.

“I bid you adieu.” He spoke softly from the doorway before disappearing off into the night.

[softprettything]

late bloomer, ch 6

AO3 | Previous | Next

Fandom: OHSHC

Pairing: Kyoya/Reader

Tags: 18+, A/B/O Dynamics, College AU, Fake Dating, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slice of Life, Eventual Smut

Summary: Nobody ever said falling in love with your best friend would be easy.

Taglist (new!): @silverhetdanes​ @lampalooza​

late bloomer, ch 6

“Are you sure you don’t want to revisit the black dress?”

“No.”

“Are you sure? It’s a classic for a reason. You can wear the blue blazer for color?”

She shakes her head. “It’s a date, not a Model UN conference.”

Right.

You came home from your shift at the coffee shop to find Haruhi in her room, and her room looking so messy that it might as well be your room. That was an hour ago, and it’s only gotten worse since then. An hour of her turning down everything you suggest; trying on every possible combination of clothing she owns; trying on the few articles of your clothing that she wouldn’t drown in.

Your phone buzzes—your group chat with the twins.

Thing 1: y/n. come out.

Y/N: Im busy

Thing 1: busy doing what, sniffing h’s dirty laundry?

Thing 2: EW

Y/N: Youre absolutely vile

Thing 2: ignore him

Thing 2: but also…..come out

Thing 2: pregame in 5 @hikarus place

Y/N: Homework

Thing 1: booo.

Thing 2: its literally friday are u kidding

Thing 2: get your ass over here and lets go frat hopping

Y/N: Ew x a million

Y/N: You know i dont do frats and ALSO i have HOMEWORK.

“How about this?”

You lock your phone, toss it on the bed. Look up. “Oh.”

You recognize the long-forgotten camisole, simple ivory silk. Must have found that at the back of a drawer, though God only knows how it’s so wrinkle-free. She’s tucked it into the dark, slim-cut dress pants (the pants you’ve mended for her at least once a year through college—cheaper than buying new ones, after all), and adjusted it to be just the right amount of baggy. Really, it’s not that much different from what she usually wears. There’s no reason for you to feel as though your heart has made a play for your esophagus.

But then she turns back to look at you, and something about her eyes, something about the arc of her neck, something about her smile, her smile, her smile —faint and familiar and more vulnerable than any you’ve seen—something about it has you lost for words.

Though the smile quickly disappears when she sees your lack of reaction. After all, you aren’t usually the stoic one. “Oh good? Or…”

“Yeah. No, yeah, it’s perfect.” You cross to the dresser, doing your best to seem very interested in the slim selection of costume jewelry you two have amassed over the years.

“Really?”

Your eyes meet in the mirror. And it’s funny, because you and Haruhi have been friends for years and years. Nearly two decades, at this point. You’ve seen each other through every year of school, through every major life milestone, through first kisses and funerals and everything in between.

But here’s the thing: you can’t remember the last time you ever saw her looking anything close to insecure.

You look down at the little gold hoops you have in your palm. You walk over to her, and place them in her hand. “Really.”

She swallows, and nods. Outside, you hear the sound of a car door opening and shutting. Haruhi turns back to the mirror to start putting in the earrings. “That’s probably him. Could you—”

“Already on it.” You stop at the door. “You know he’d be an idiot not to be into you, right?”

There’s a short moment of quiet. “Thanks, (Y/N).”

*****************

After awkwardly greeting Tamaki at the door (her brought her a small bouquet and a single rose for you, which, you begrudgingly admitted to yourself, was very considerate), giving him a half-joking version of your typical “hurt her and you’ll be sleeping with the fishes” speech, and closing the door behind them (because you’d already forbidden yourself from torturing yourself by watching them walk to the car), you check your phone again.

Thing 2: here btw

Thing 2: its raining pls come get me

Thing 1: y/n.

Thing 1: are you still playing dress up with haruhi.

Thing 1: you ARE aren’t you.

Thing 2: y/n just say youre coming so hikaru can come unlock the door

Thing 1: you know the door code, dumbass.

Thing 2: oh yeah

Thing 2: k im in

Thing 1: y/n. pls come save me from this idiot.

They must have started drinking, because the next text was twenty minutes later—and significantly less comprehensible.

Thing 2: look if ur.not gonna pregame at leastt meet us out

Thing 2: hango n ill drop the addres

It’s not far from your apartment; just a seven minute walk. Which you could probably make in five.

No! No. You are not going out walking alone, in the middle of the night, only to ruin your only sneakers on some filthy, sticky frat room floor, come home too exhausted to even take off your makeup, and wake up tomorrow morning smelling like sweat and beer and other unmentionable fluids. That is the last thing you want or need.

Thing 2: u promised back in aaugust youd come out with us atl east onxe

Thing 2: onxe

Thing 2: ONCE

Thing 2: cmonnnn

That last text was five minutes ago. Surely they wouldn’t have left for another party that quickly?

Chewing on your lip, you type:

Y/N: Still there?

[thisismyobsessionnow]

URL SONG GAME!

Thank you for the tag @fuckthemforthis, I know I've done this before but it's been a long time so let's go again!

RULES: spell your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters

T - Tallulah - Sonata Arctica

H - Hope Leaves - Opeth

I - In My Dreams - Wig Wam

S - Save Me - Edguy

I - Il Dono Della Vita - Måneskin

S - Shadowminds - The Halo Effect

M - Mystery Of Love - Sufjan Stevens

Y - Your Love Is Evil - Avantasia

O - Only For The Weak - In Flames

B - Broken Dreams - Fallen Sanctuary

S - Silence In My Head - LPS

E - En Livstid I Krig - Sabaton

S - Slaves - An Abstract Illusion

S - Sorrower - Orbit Culture

I - Ingen Annan Rör Mig Som Du - Norlie & KKV

O - One Last Song - Lord Of The Lost

N - Novi Val - Joker Out

N - Next In Line - Children Of Bodom

O - One Of Us Is Gonna Die Young - The Ark

W - We Got The Moves - Electric Callboy

So happy I managed to just use one song per artist/band! This is a SICK playlist btw, highly recommend every single song! You should click all the Spotify links and check them out!

I'm not tagging that many people, that's impossible! But I'll tag a few, no pressure! Also I have no idea who's already been tagged so feel free to ignore! @soneaselene @korre @sea-saltz @lfg1986-2 @joyuntold @kaarijanmywaywardson @lemoncake23 @leopardom

[etheriaaly]

Hello, do you still do requests? If so, could I get a cc!SBI x GN!Reader (platonic ofc) at TwitchCon? If requests aren't open feel free to ignore btw

Thank you, and remember to drink water and eat something!

SURPRISE, SURPRISE [CC! SBI x GN! Reader]

a/n: hiii!! sorry for the long wait and delay, I forgot to post this a month ago😭😅. school is just making me busy but requests are open <3  also im pretty sure theres a similar fanfic plot w this but imma hope mine has a bit of twist and difference to it 😭. Another thing, I have no idea how TwitchCon works or what it looks like from the inside so please bare with the lack of TwitchCon knowledge in this fanfic. Anyways,  i hope u enjoy this short one :))

P.S. Sorry if u live in the USA or near it, the location where the reader lives is for plot purposes :))

READER PRONOUNS: They/them (Gender neutral)

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

—

TwitchCon is coming in a few days and [Y/N] is beyond excited. Not only it was their first-ever TwitchCon, but they also get to finally meet Tommy, Wilbur, Phil, and Techno.

However, those 4 don't know [Y/N] will be joining TwitchCon in San Diego since [Y/N] literally lives on the other side of the world and the SBI thinks their parents didn't allow them to travel just for TwitchCon.

But [Y/N]'s parents literally said yes once they told them about TwitchCon💀

Even though telling the SBI beforehand would be a great start to plan the things they would do and have fun but then again, where's the thrill and excitement into seeing their shocked faces once they see [Y/N].

They are currently anxious at the moment, tapping their feet on and on. What if one of them sees [Y/N] on the airport or on the way to the TwitchCon?? That will definitely ruin the surprise.

[Y/N] hopes that the Marvel disguise, which consist of the cap and a sunglasses, will work.

As soon as they finally landed at the San Diego Internationally Airport, they received a text message from the group chat.

—

big man child: LETS FUCKING GOO WHERE AR YOU GUYS??

orphan obliterator: at the hotel rn

wilby: tommy, im literally beside you

cawcaw man: ^

big man child: WISH U WERE HERE [N/N]!!

[n/n]: LMAO SCREAMING IN CAPS

[n/n]: also dw abt it theres always next time ig 😩

orphan obliterator: want me to convince the government to let you fly here for free???

[n/n]: thanks for the thought, Techno but im prettyyyy sure ur way of convincing isn't in a peaceful way🤪

cawcaw man: PHAHAHAHHAHAHHA

big man child: really sucks uR NOT HERE

wilby: I'm pretty sure [Y/N] is a lucky gal or else they will have to endure your presence Tommy

big man child: WHAT THE FUCK WILBUR

cawcaw man: tTOMMY STOP HITTING WILBUR!!

orphan obliterator: GO GO ! GHOSTBUR IN REAL LIFE LETS GO

wilby: I'm calling my lawyer on you guys

—

[Y/N] quietly laughed and placed their phone back in their bag. They better hurry back to the hotel and get ready to surprise the four of them.

A few hours later, they have finally gotten ready for TwitchCon in which will start in like an hour and the excitement is increasing.

[Y/N] have gotten over the plan once again: use the MCU disguise, pull a You Joe Goldberg, snap a picture of the SBI together from afar and watch the four of them freak out. [Y/N] chuckled evilly and looked for a ride to the TwitchCon.

On the way to the TwitchCon, they decided to open up Twitter to see if any other CCs or fans posted a tweet or a picture about TwitchCon already. So far, many people have tagged [Y/N] saying they’re sad that [Y/N] isn’t able to come. 

At last, they have set foot to the entryway of TwitchCon, they can feel their anticipation and eagerness increasing. Luckily, it’s a bit crowded so if the four are already there, they will have a hard time accidentally spotting [Y/N]. 

Right before entering the building, they sent a small message of, “Have fun guys ;)” to the group chat and turned off their phone. 

Although being in a crowd will have higher chance of getting not recognized, they still feel somewhat uneasy in such a big crowd. Just the amount of people being in the same room as them makes [Y/N] anxious. But they made sure they’d try to overcome the fear of crowds for now because this prank plan only happens once in a lifetime. 

‘Ohno, I didn’t get to ask where they are,’ [Y/N] thought as they observe the crowd. ‘But, that will make me suspicious.’ 

Now getting lost in the convention, they immediately tried to find a way to know where they are until a group of girls near [Y/N] age slowly passed by, seemingly talking about Tommy, Wilbur, Techno and Phil. 

“Ohhh, I can’t wait to see them in real life,” said one girl. 

“They’re just in their booths far away right?” 

“Yep! Do you guys want to solo picture with each of them or a group picture?” The other girl in a Dream merch asked. 

The conversation of the group of girls gradually died down as they are now away from where [Y/N] is just standing from. ‘Jackpot! I’ll just follow them and I hope they can lead me to where those boys are’ 

[Y/N] hurriedly tried to run after the group of girls because they almost lost track of where they are heading due to the dozens of people walking past and across.

Although they did lost track of the group of girls, they tiredly sighed. But, it was immediately turned into a lopsided grin once they heard a familiar loud-ass person they know.

"Didn't know this place is full of Americans!"

"Tommy, we're literally in America. What do you expect?"

[Y/N] tried to contain themselves from jumping into them out of nowhere because they can feel themselves being giddy and excited.

This is it. The moment they've been waiting and planning for.

[Y/N] took out their phone and immediately snapped a photo of Philza's back head. They are so lucky that the disguise worked and those 4 idiots are really convinced [Y/N] is not there with them.

As soon as they snapped the photo, they sent it to the group chat. Looking away from their phone, they can see Wilbur pulling out their phone and immediately typing on the phone. [Y/N] giggled.

—

[n/n]: (sent a photo)

wilby: WHAT?! HOW?

—

They looked again at where the SBI is standing. Wilbur hurriedly tapped on Philza's shoulder and showed him the photo.

Philza's jaw dropped and exclaimed, "[Y/N] is here!?" Tommy's and Techno's heads whipped towards Philza and went towards the two of them.

"[Y/N]??? Here? Since when??" Tehcno asked.

"They sent a photo of my head!"

"That's impossible," Tommy said, crossing their arms. "They can't be here. Their parents didn't allow them to come remember? Maybe they asked a fan to take a photo of Phil's back head."

[Y/N] tried to contain their laughter as they just watch the four go chaos. They unlocked their phone again and opened the group chat. 

—

orphan obliterator: explain

wilby: HOW ARE YOU HERE

cawcaw man: you could've at least took a better shot at me

big man child: YOURE JUST PRANKING US RIHJTT WHO DID U HIRE!

[n/n]: ;)

—

While Tommy, Techno, Phil and Wilbur are in shambles and busy texting in the groupchat. [Y/N] saw a perfect opportunity.

Still not removing any of their disguise, they hurriedly yet sneakily walked towards theme. Good thing the boys had their backs turned and they can't see [Y/N] sneaking behind them.

They kept hearing continuous text notifications as it kept buzzing in their hands.

"They just sent a winky face and never replied!"

"I swear to god, they're just probably scaring us—"

"TOMMY!" [Y/N] screamed loudly at the ear of Tommy as managed to tackle the entire group causing the five of them to fall to the ground. The five of them got startled and screamed. Tommy's scream was the loudest.

"AAAAAHHH WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Other people looked at their direction due to how loud they all screamed. [Y/N] laughed and put their hand to their belly, trying to find support due to too much laughter. They just decided to continue laying on the floor because they're still busy laughing.

Wilbur immediately went to stand up and exclaimed, "[Y/N]?! You're really here?!"

"Holy shit." Phil laughed as he help Techno stand up from the ground. Tommy and [Y/N] are still the ones on the floor.

[Y/N] is too busy laughing while Tommy is in bewilderment and shock. "Careful, Tommy you're gonna catch a fly." Techno joked.

"His jaw dropped too hard." Tommy continued to stare at [Y/N] until he attacked and engulfed them in a big hug.

"Tommy you're crushing me."

"I don't care," Tommy replied, hugging [Y/N] even harder. "YOU FUCKER ARE REALLY HERE."

"Come up, child. It's now our turn to hug [Y/N]." Techno said as he tried to separate Tommy from them.

It took a while until Tommy got tired of hugging [Y/N] too hard so the two of them finally got the chance to stand up with the help of Phil, Wilbur and Techno. As soon as [Y/N] stood up, they were immediately greeted with Wilbur's and Philza's hug.

"You guys are really trying to crush and kill me, huh?"

“Move, it’s my turn.” Techno pushed Phil and Wilbur away and crushed poor [Y/N] as well. 

“I’m now very convinced all of you are plotting my death.” They said in between of the hugging. Techno let go and everyone’s adrenaline is still rushing. “YOOO!”

After finally getting accustomed to [Y/N] being with them, they all settled down and took a deep breath. "Man, I still can't believe you're really here, you sly motherfucker." Tommy stated.

"Yeah, me too."

Suddenly, Phil slightly nudged [Y/N]'s side and said, "Look you're number 1 trending already on Twitter."

[Y/N] let out a surprised gasp and immediately opened up Twitter. They scrolled down to see some tweets and oh boy, they really were trending that fast.

Pictures of [Y/N] sneaking behind the SBI, another one where [Y/N] tackles them to the ground, more pictures of them that just happened minutes ago.

How are people so fast????

—

It was a long day of meeting, greeting, signing and socializing with fans. The five of them might be tired but hey, it was an awesome day. Not only they get to go to TwitchCon and meet fans, but they also get to finally hang out in real life.

They are currently packing up their things from TwitchCon and heading out to eat dinner together. However, Tommy has other plans.

"Can you buy the cotton candy that I saw outside pleaseee??" Tommy pleaded to Techno.

"No."

He then went towards Phil but was already cutted off before Tommy even says anything. "We're going to eat dinner, save the sweets for later."

"But, PHILLLLLL." Tommy groaned.

[Y/N] laughed and sped walked beside Tommy. "Watch and learn bitch boy."

They then went towards Techno first and asked, "Can you buy that cotton candy for me?"

"Sure."

Tommy's jaw dropped. What the fuck ???

"That's so unfair!"

The rest of the night was spent goofing around, eating dinner together, strolling around and bullying Tommy (hj).

This was one of the best days they ever had. Wishing this all won't be over anytime soon.

Time may fly by so fast but you have to cherish and remember all the fun memories you had made.

Afterall, there are many more opportunities in which the five of you will meet up again. Who knows?

[shiro-hatzuki]

hi yes i'm constantly haruka posting that this point but this is super important to me and i need you all to see this. so like i have a friend who goes by arizona, and he sometimes dms me milgram thoughts as well as post thoughts in the milgram server we're in. but unlike me, his thoughts are super cool. the gigagalaxy brain to my pathetic smol brain. and last night, they sent me an observation about haruka's season 2 mv that made me so excited that it would've been a shame to keep it to dms. so he posted in the server, and i'm bringing his thoughts to you through yet another post for the milgram tag. and if you're wondering, yes i do have permission, but in return they're going to be watching the notes on this so if you have thoughts, please share them!

spoilers for "all-knowing and all-agony" mv below the cut. there will also be talk of preserved specimens and taxidermy, though there shouldn't be anything too brutal. there will also be screenshots from the music video.

[image ID: A series of edited together discord messages from the user "Arizona." The first set of message read, quote "honestly im surprised nobody has theorized that the yellow shit is formaldehyde given his taxidermy collection. for an example its this color." endquote. There is an attached image of a bottle filled with an amber-colored liquid; however, the bottle's label says, quote "Formaldehyde-free fixing agent" endquote. Arizona's next messages read, quote "nevermind I misread the bottle. but that's still the color" endquote. The last message in the image is Arizone saying, quote "ignore the fake brain" endquote, and there is an attached stock image of a glass jar holding a fake brain while mostly submerged in amber-colored formaldehyde. end ID]

for comparison:

[image ID: A series of edited together discord messages from Arizona. Together, the messages read, quote "the formaldehyde theory would also fit in since the taxidermy clearly becomes 'degraded', as happens IRL. its a harsh chemical so eventually the specimen gets damaged. also the preservation process is brutal but I wont go into that. I feel like him being 'submerged' in the formaldehyde at the end means something" endquote. end ID]

those first few messages are referencing the times in the mv when the animals, presumed to be taxidermy, are "melting" into the amber liquid:

[image ID: A series of edited together discord messages from Arizona. Together, the messages read, quote "another note i'd like to make taxidermy isn't just scientific. it is considered an art form not sure what that could mean, just saying. the destroyed taxidermy could also represent a split, same with the stuff on the ground when he's asking if his mom's proud the intact, pure stuff, could represent 'the art' he thinks he is making- thus why he's asking if his mom's proud -the destroyed stuff represents the fact that he is literally murdering animals. in his words, 'mommy look, i've done great,' above specifically bodies that were in the taxidermy room before. BTW, the official art [referring to the art of taxidermy] as far as I know is 'letting the specimen live a life after death,' which is a bit grim" endquote. end ID]

[doitforadamparrish]

tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better!! Tagged by @kazbiter thank u I love a tag ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

3 ships: hehe I answered this already a few days ago but it’s gonna have to be pynch, andreil and jerejean. Like I’m just insane about them all there’s no kind way to put it

first ever ship: bro same Edward and Bella or like Harry and Ginny lmaoooooooo or maybe clace. Although I always hated clary and thought she was annoying but loved jace sm

last song: mmmmmmm there’s been too many Christmas songs today but I think the last song I listened to willingly was manic by cloves

currently reading: a fic that’s basically the whole of aftg from andrews pov. Im a sucker for Andrews pov I will inhale that shit. Anyway I’m so normal btw. Aside from that I finished sea of tranquility and lie with me this week and haven’t decided what I’m going to read next before the year ends. Prob something short to round up my reading goals

currently watching: 1899 and finishing s2 of yr it’s just Marcus annoys me so much I’ve gone through it very slowly… I’m a hater at heart

currently consuming: mmm nothing at this exact moment but the last thing I had was Mozartkugeln this little round chocolates stuffed w marzipan. They’re typical from Austria and we got a bunch in Vienna

currently craving: weirdly a good cup of coffee but it’s like 8:30 pm so it’ll have to wait til tomorrow morning. Also Kürtőskalács (chimney cake? In Hungarian??) we had one today but it wasn’t fresh so I only had a lil bit. Craving one fresh & warm like just made. It’s heaven thank u

i tag @ganseybois @demidreamer @bcydbeaulieu @parrishands this is my second time doing this and I believe I already tagged y’all so feel free to ignore I literally can’t remember. Anyway merry Christmas to all those who celebrate!!!! Otherwise: merry pynchmas

[allhailthewicked]

Random JATP Headcannon: The Wilson’s and Street Food

Do you ever think about how after the boy’s death Bobby was probably extremely weary of all take-out, street food, and basically all food that he can’t see how it is prepared? Because I do! SO I decided to write a headcannon about it.

I mean my man watched his three brothers die a horribly painful death because they wanted to have a quick bite to eat. Don’t think about how he was probably the person who found them dying from food poisoning, in excruciating pain probably scared out of their goddamn minds. Don’t think about him clutching their bodies sobbing. Don’t think about how Bobby 100% most definitely didn’t eat anything for the next few days after the guys’ death. Don’t think about how he was probably too scared to trust any foods that he doesn’t make himself. But honestly, he is terrible at cooking that was Reggie’s and Alex’s jobs. I mean he can make a couple of Filipino recipes that his Lola taught him how to make like halo-halo, adobo, liempo sinigang rice.

Then eventually, he started to eat again, well not exactly, I mean Dr. Crystal seemed hopeful. But like he would go to restaurants with like multiple EFFING Michelin Stars and like refuse the food because he’s so scared that he might choke, or get food poisoning and die like the others. Like he low-key throws a tantrum because he is freaking and upsets the chef, but can you blame him?

Without any contexts the public and gossip magazines were like:

 “woah I know he’s a rock star but what a spoiled brat”

“TREVOR WILSON: A FOOD SNOB?!?!”

 “I Can’t Believe (It’s Not Butter sorry back to the headcannon lol) That This Rising Star Threw His Soup at the Chef a Michelin Star Restaurant”

(It was completely by accident btw!!! The matching friendship ring with the guys fell in the soup and he didn’t want to lose another part of his friends. So he started to rush to the bathroom with the soup to find the ring and fix it. .....and the chef just happened to be right behind.....and the gazpacho just happened to spill all over him. But he did get the ring so..... that’s good!!! But he also cried a bunch washing the tomato off of it tho)

Rose started to swing by his house every couple of days with bags full of ingredients and she checks in with him as she is making classic Puerto Rican comfort foods. She quickly realized that his vegetarianism wasn’t a lie and adjusted the recipes that she grew up with to suit his needs. Rose also realizes that if Bobby doesn’t know how a certain food is made and if he can’t see all the ingredients that went into it then he would refuse to eat it. So she fell into a pattern where she would cook at his mansion as he looks over her shoulder seeing how she make the dishes, sadly laughing at the terrible dad jokes she makes. (The jokes remind him of the one Reggie use to make)

Rose “The Queen of Meal Prepping Before Meal Prepping was Popular” makes enough food the next couple of days. Together they would sit down together to enjoy a meal. Rose just tells him it was to  make sure that she made the recipe correctly. But really it was to ease his anxiety about eating and to prove that the food isn’t poison. However, deep down it was to also show him that it is okay to make new friends and the boys probably would have wanted him to at least try to move on a little. Quickly Rose discovered that his favorite dishes are arroz con gandules (basically white rice with peas and olives), mofongo (think like mashed potatoes but with plantains), and some many pasteles and empanadas. And even after Julie and Carrie were born they have family dinners once per week that Rose cooked.

Well I mean until her chemo started of course because that when the roles started to reverse..... (but I’ve given y’all enough angst today, so that’s a story for another time)

I mean at some point he probably had to learn how to cook for himself and Carrie or at the very least he goes to a restaurant that personally shows him how the food is prepared/ he can see most of the steps on how it is prepared. Like one time The number of professional chefs my manz personally knows is ridiculous!!! I mean once he became FILTHY LIKE DIRTY LIKE I WOULD EAT HIM rich he definitely got a personal chef to either meal prep or cooks meals for both him and Carrie.

Bobby had one of the worst anxiety attacks of his life (I mean other than when he found out the guys died) when Carrie was 7. She went to Flynn’s birthday party at an arcade and found out that she ate cheese pizza and hot dogs (I mean Lukie, Lexington, and Reg died from street glizzies for fuck’s sake). Sobbing he called Rose freaking out as he drove Carrie (who was blissfully ignorant singing along to the Kidz Bop CD she got from the party favor) to the ER. “Rose I can’t lose another person who I love” Rose right before she had to perform at a gig she convinced him to turn around and go back home.

This is @iamthefryiestfrench-blog genius idea and I love it so, so much but Carrie and Bobby definitely started to cook dinner together like a couple times a week as Father-Daughter bonding time. Well until Carrie started to get super busy with Dirty Candy and before Trevor started touring again at that point they started to drift away. Fights started to happen more frequently. Carrie started to get more and more take-out to spite Trevor, but she didn’t realize that Trevor stopped eating again. A major fight erupted after Trevor passed out from hunger a couple of weeks after the Orphuem concert.

 “Carrie sweetie it is NOT DRUGS”

“Then why did I walk in to you knocked out on the floor” 

“I just hadn’t had time to eat today mahal”

“Dad do not lie to me! I cannot lose another person who I love. I can’t Dad. I’m going to call Dr. Crystal!!!”

And that was when the truth was revealed...

Carrie’s channel is slowly started to be sponsored by hello fresh, cookunity, or blue apron every single week without fail. Both of them wouldn’t admit it, but this was her offering the olive branch and Trevor took it IMMEDIATELY. (He missed cooking with his little girl). And in the sponsorship ad you would see Trevor cooking a meal with his hair in little pigtails with pink scrunchies.

Of course, they get the vegetarian meals and if you use here promo code “DIRTYCANDI10” then you can get up to 10 meals for free!!! So thank you so much Hello Fresh for sponsering today’s video!!!

It took almost 25 years but cooking with Carrie again made things feel almost alright again and that’s all Bobby could have asked for.

A/N: Hi! Thanks for reading this it was really fun to write :) (because I love to write pain lmao) But please let me know if you want to be added to my taglist down below by either replying to this post, reblogging this post, or sending me an ask! I would appreciate reblogs and feedback because I love reading your guy's comments and tags they seriously make my day but it's fine if you don't want to :)!!!

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Dear Axelle, I read that soon you'll be in Thailand again. I can't wait to read your reports like the previous time.

Btw, I'm gonna ask you something and, if you already had a question similar to mine, feel free to ignore my ask.

I saw different anons talking about the heavy skinship outside the series, how the actors look really uncomfortable (not everyone but many of them), the cringe etc.

In your bl career, while you were watching the bts, did you ever think" "no, I can't continue, this is too much" and stopped to watch that particular event?

In my 6th year into the bl world, as much as I loved some actors, I had the misfortune to watch few minutes of fan meetings, cons etc suggested on my YouTube tag, and I couldn't stand it. It's the same with the few kpop groups that I like to listen: mvs or lives? Yep. Bts or episodes/showd created by the company? No, I can't do it, the cringe I feel is too potent. Ok, I watched many nct and bts stuff in the beginning, but after a while I couldn't feel the genuineness in their interactions.

Thank you so much for your attention. 😘

hi! honestly I cringe SO MUCH lmao, and it used to be worse for me bc I used to have so much second-hand embarrassment that I paused tv shows every 30 seconds because of it. now I gotta say I'm mostly over that bc I've worked really hard to get rid of it, but sometimes it'll still overwhelm me. honestly even seeing some thai actors sing and dance in mv's sometimes makes me laugh so much I have to pause it lmao, but fanservice really takes it to the next level. I also HATE sponsored segments, like for example in safe house I always skipped them bc they make me cringe so much. but for fanservice, I don't have one ship in particular that makes me cringe, bc it's highkey all of them lol. as I've said before the only one I can tolerate is offgun, but that's kinda it. I always pause the video or skip ahead when there is heavy fanservice bc it's just TOO MUCH. and like... so fake & disingenuous? I can't take it.

xxx

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CANON IS AN ILLUSION PT. 2

If it doesn’t spark joy, throw it away.- Marie Kondo

So now that @healing-winston-pratt and I have explained how we got rid of ¼ of Supernova, let me tell you that it doesn’t stop here because you don’t mess with the type As when something gets into their heads.

For background, you can use this post as a masterlist because we don’t have one yet: https://healing-winston-pratt.tumblr.com/post/624723862884696064/well-this-is-the-last-piece-of-our-marathon

This is our post-Supernova canon divergence :) which, btw, it’s the one we’ll use from now on to create our content (actually, @healing-winston-pratt  already used it for her birthday drawings and I just stood there playing dumb pretending I didn’t have anything to do with it jssjjs). So, if you see that Callum and Winston are suddenly alive in our content or you find some of the things established in this list it’s because...yeah :)

Sooooo @novadreamer95438 and @idkimbadwithusernamesandstuff you asked to be tagged if we uploaded more content about the canon divergence (Which we appreciate very much! thank you!) so here you go <3!

As mentioned before , Leroy starts living with his daughter Nova and Winston, in a house provided by the State (The Council hee hee).

Callum and Winston are (evidently) alive, but Genissa is dead.

Ace, Evander and Honey remain dead.

And this is where our canon continues uwu.

Leroy has to do community service for like...indefinite time :)

Winston, on the other hand, has two jobs. He works in an animal shelter, where he adopts a dog named Carnival bc wE CAN and also we want to quote this post :https://chiyuki-hiro.tumblr.com/post/621159663188180992/oh-no-a-head-canon  by @chiyuki-hiro (AFGSHFVDGB THAT HEADCANON IS G R E A T WE LOVE YOU) because we had come to an agreement that Winston would have an art therapy group for children but this addition is honestly so freaking wholesome :’))))))) <3

Nova has a temporary resignation from patrolling and starts going to therapy, where she is diagnosed with PTSD.

Nova also helps with the establishment of a new system, modifies the recruitment system and that stuff.

She’s not in the Team Sketch full time. Sometimes she’s in the offices, and at night she works with Callum.

And just like Narcissa, she digs her own grave :)

Thing is: Nova suggested that every time a new recruit arrived, the Council had DNA samples taken from them so they could check if they had any crime attached to them.

Now, by the end of Supernova in the canon universe we elected to ignore it is mentioned that Maggie sees Leroy staring at her in the distance, in a very suspicious way. Now, we don’t know about y’all, but we interpreted this as Leroy noticing Maggie looks like young Nova XD. So, this does happen in our canon, when Leroy is already out of prison.

By this time, DNA samples from Maggie and Nova have already been taken and uploaded to the system; and let’s say that Leroy gets very...concerned about the lookalike and decides to tell Winston, who confirms Maggie looks a lot like Nova X’DDD and so, they reach out to the Council to ask them to pls compare Maggie’s samples to Nova’s. U know, like angry mothers at the principal’s office :)

And so they do it just because they have nothing to lose.

And when the results arrive, everyone’s like: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r92hykpvZRw

SO MAYBE, TO DOUBLE-CHECK, they compare Maggie’s DNA to DNA found in the crime scene (from David and Tala or maybe baby Maggie herself) and the results are still the same :).

Then, Winston and Leroy have to tell Nova and she reacts in the worst way possible for reasons I’ll explain in a fic I’ll be uploading soon cause’ I wrote it MONTHS ago.

Maggie doesn’t react much better tbh :)

But after a while, since this is, like, the right thing to do, Maggie starts living with them , but changes her name to Margaret Artino until she feels part of the family and is comfortable living there.

Because at first, Nova and her don’t get along and Maggie claims she fucking hates this house even though she knows is better than living in the streets.

They basically have a very chaotic home during the adaptation period until the girls start tolerating each other :) and even then, they’re still very chaotic bc it’s Winston, Leroy, Nova and Maggie we’re talking about :) :) :)

Not long after Maggie starts living with her big sis, Simon and Hugh ask Nova to join a family vacation and bring Maggie w/her.

Maggie doesn’t want to go, so Leroy and Winston go to Nova all like “If your sister doesn’t go, then you’re not going either” and Nova fucking loses it so she ends up begging/forcing Maggie to go :)

They go to the beach in MATCHING OUTFITS bc Simon said so (LIKE IN THE WIZARDS OF WAVERLY PLACE MOVIE) :) they take a lot of embarrassing pictures and Nova and Adrian are forced to go in the banana boat with Max and Maggie.

They fall and Nova and Adrian are acting as if they were in the Titanic while Max and Maggie are having the time of their lives lmao

BC NOVA ALSO NEEDS BONDING WITH THE IN-LAWS

At some point, too, Maggie adopts a stray cat whom she names Tofu, and he fucking hates Carnival even though Carnival is the cutest thing :’)

Winston, Leroy, Nova and Maggie celebrate birthdays every year bc they’re trying to compensate years of trauma.

And for that same reason (compensating years of trauma), Nova and Maggie take their sweet time to move out.

Actually, Adrian meticulously plans the date when he’s gonna propose to Nova, so he asks her to move with him exactly a year before that.

They live in an apartment for that whole year, he proposes and they start planning the wedding uwu.

Nova and Adrian have a non-religious ceremony, and since they’re fucking extra, Nova gets married in a black dress and Adrian in a white tuxedo bc miss Artino wanted a dress the same color as her soul :)

Leroy walks Nova down the aisle.

Ruby is Nova’s Maid of Honor and Oscar is Adrian’s Best Man.

Max and Maggie have the rings.

Tamaya’s youngest son is the flower child.

Which, talking about Tamaya, she fucking hates Leroy and Nova bc, honestly, we would hate them too. Leroy fucked up her face and Nova was part of the terrorist attack lmao

SO, YOU CAN IMAGINE HOW CHAOTIC THAT WEDDING WAS, bc they had to avoid leaving Tamaya and Leroy alone at all costs :)

She hugged Nova so violently when congratulating her, that she left a bruise in her shoulder :)

Basically she was there just because she loves Adrian even though she doesn’t approve his decision to marry Nova

Nova and Maggie maintain a close relationship even after Nova marries Adrian. Maggie and Max are included in every family vacation after the honeymoon ofc.

Nova and Maggie get matching tattoos uwu

Nova has the Big Dipper and Maggie has the Little Dipper.

As for the others. The ones who...are no longer there :’)

  @healing-winston-pratt and I have this headcanon that Evander’s wife (we named her Sandra) was expecting a baby at the time of the battle. They had already chosen a first name (Arthur), so she used Evander as his middle name, as the baby didn’t get to meet his dad.

Arthur Evander Wade.

Winston finally gives Evander his DS back.

The Council, thanks to Nova’s suggestion once again, limited a specific area around Georgia’s spot and called it The Aisle of The Fallen.

Genissa, Honey and the victims of the attack to the Arena,  the lift of the city and the battle of the Cathedral are there.

 Evander, however, is resting in Georgia’s mausoleum, next to her, because we think  that mausoleum was constructed in the first place so all the members of the Council could rest together once they left, meaning that they’ll all be there at some point in time. Unfortunately, Evander was the first one to join Georgia despite being the youngest.

Ace is not in the cemetery.

Nova left his helmet in the cathedral, but asked for his body to be cremated.

When she was a child, David used to tell her stories about how Ace seemed to be really happy back in Italy; how he had revolutionary ideas and wanted prodigies to be free; how he used to be a good brother that helped him survive.

So, a few months after Leroy was released from prison, she, Leroy, Winston, Hugh, Simon, Max and Adrian went to Italy with her, to spread Ace’s ashes so he could find peace in the only place he was ever sane and happy.

Ace Anarchy rests in his cathedral.

But what was left of Alec James Artino rests in Italy. (I have a fic about this too)

Yes we’re crying as we write this