#and i will give them little smoochies and some comfort

[thefandomcassandra]

Writing fic is like:

Puts them in a situation

Puts them in a situation 2: electric boogaloo

Bonks them with the Consequences Stick

Bonks them with the Feelings Stick

Your honor, they are baby (figurative)

Your honor, they are baby (literal)

Washing machine on high spin

Heehoo, geode

Tucking them in with a kiss

[tin-wufborf]

Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics (Part 12)

Hello party people, and welcome to part 12! This installment is brought to you by my summer cold because there's nothing quite like having a cold when it's been 100+ degrees all weekend!

Again, thank you all for all of the support you've shown this series. Before we move forward, I just want to give you all a little heads up that we are now entering my "anti-Scott McCall" era (which I have yet to leave, tbh; I just read less Bad Friend Scott McCall fics than I used to). There aren't a ton of them on the list, but there's enough of them that I feel like a warning is a good idea, and I know there will be more moving forward. Okay? Okay.

No more rambling on for me. I'm working against the clock in terms of when my sinus pressure kicks in for the day, and I want to get this out sooner rather than later so I can get back to simulated trucking.

Smoochies and squeezies!

List and links to previous/next part(s) below.

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DISCLAIMER: This is me warning you all that some of the fics I've included in this list may cover explicit, dark, and/or "taboo" subject matters. I cannot express enough how little I care what anyone thinks about any of that; all I want is for you to use caution when reading anything I've listed here and to please review and heed whatever tags the authors have provided in order to keep yourselves safe. Your experience from this point on is your own responsibility, not mine and not the authors'.

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You and the Night by Hyperion327 (E | 1/1 | 9,634)

Stiles has a secret. Ever since he was ten, there's been... someone who appears in his night from time to time, someone with glowing gold eyes that no human being could ever have. His shadow has been there for years, keeping watch in the darkness. He should be scared, should have told his sheriff father about the intruder from the beginning, but he can't. Not when the shadow has been the one who's comforted him on the lonely nights. Even if he can't see him, he knows one thing for sure: He trusts him absolutely.

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Oblivious Misadventures, and Other Such Tales by Little Spoon (JaydenNara) (M | 6/6 | 11,240)

Going to college was exciting and new, a chance for new friends and a fresh start, and the best part was, there was a supernatural fraternity on campus, meaning Scott finally had the freedom to be himself.

Then he met the resident human who came with a stalker alpha. What was the point of a supernatural fraternity if he still had to pretend to be human. And seriously, did Stiles ever fall asleep somewhere normal?

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(aka - Five TImes Scott Found Derek and Stiles Sleeping, and the One Time He Didn't)

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Theory of Overprotective Canines by rosepetals42 (T | 1/1 | 11,798)

Stiles is totally looking forward to living alone in his super cool apartment off-campus. He is. He is also very excited to bike to school every day, ready to set up an awesome game room, and definitely over his crush on Derek Hale. Completely over it.

Or at least he is until Derek decides he's moving in with him. And then turns out to be the perfect roommate. And then starts attending all his classes. As a wolf.

This is not going according to plan.

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Throw Me to the Wolves by skoosiepants (T | 1/1 | 13,493)

He feels the physical embodiment of devastated, his already too strung-out mind struggling to wall up all the hurt, the rejection—he takes a deep shuddering breath and looks down at the shredded skin on his arms, at the sluggish way they’re weakly healing.

There is nothing, nothing he wants more than to have Derek sweep in and make everything all better. He should have known, though, that something like that would never happen to him.

OR -

Stiles accidentally gets bitten, and everything goes to hell.

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Where We Belong by thecheekydragon (E | 1/1 | 16,548)

Derek rescues a little werewolf girl and takes on the responsibility of caring for her. Stiles helps.

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And The Moon Shined A Little Brighter by LuneFaitLaFolie (T | 1/1 | 17,952)

It’s not in the same spot, it’s over his left shoulder blade, almost like it’s over the back of his heart, but it’s just as big. It isn’t black either, so it also doesn’t match any of his other rune tattoos, which Stiles can say with confidence without looking, are either black or blue. No, it’s a deep red, the same colour as Derek’s alpha eyes.

It is though, a huge ass matching triskelion permanently on his body, and he has no clue how the fuck to tell Derek about it.

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Safe Place to Land by Green (T | 1/1 | 19,298)

The Hales have been tracking a group of hunters who've targeted small packs with the help of a magic user. When they finally attack the hunter compound, they aren't expecting to find Stiles, a Spark who's practically a slave, and his young werewolf son. Derek isn't expecting the Spark to be his mate, either.

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Foolish devouring things, build your castle in me by LunaCanisLupus_22 (E | 1/1 | 23,181)

“I will marry you,” he declares. “But should any more harm come to my father or my people, I will raze the earth itself until I feel the lifeblood drain from your corpse and paint my skin with it.”

It is not an idle warning, but from the princeling it has none of the desired effect. Derek feels no fear, but in this instance at least diplomacy triumphed over the spilling of more blood. It is all the same to him anyway. But Regent Peter was most insistent they avoid a drawn-out, gruelling war.

“Then we have reached an accord.”

Or the barbarian sterek war AU that nobody asked for.

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She Walks in Beauty series by breakaway71 (2 works | G-T | 29,144)

1. Innocence (G | 1/1 | 964) Claudia wonders, sometimes. 2. All That's Best of Dark and Bright (T | 1/1 | 28,180) It's not a gender identity crisis if you've known all along what the problem is. If you've been purposely trying to ignore it since you were old enough to consciously make that choice. But what happens after that, when you finally learn how to let go?

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No Rest For The Wicked (Love is Kind) by midnightcas (G | 11/11 | 31,328)

When a homeless, scared for his life, kid attempts to hold up Stiles Stilinski's bakery, the last thing he expected was to be offered a muffin...or a job. . . . "I have a feeling that you don’t want to be a felon on the run from the cops your whole life. Especially over such a stupid thing like robbing a bakery. Murder I’d get, but this?”

“Well," his eyes fall to the gun, "I might murder you.”

Stiles swallowed.

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The Accidental Hale Brood by Julibean19 (M | 1/1 | 42,370)

“I know, I just…” Derek trailed off, rubbing his forehead with both hands, frustrated that the right words weren’t coming to him.

“What?” Stiles asked honestly, pulling on one of Derek’s wrists until he could see his expression again.

Derek’s heart pounded in his chest so loud he figured even Stiles could hear it. He inhaled deeply and let the air out slowly through his nose, trying to keep his voice even. “When we take them places, and spend time with them, and make them smile… it feels like…”

“It feels like they’re yours,” Stiles finished for him, licking his lips before snagging the bottom one between his teeth.

“No,” Derek said, taking Stiles by surprise. “It feels like they’re ours.”

“Oh,” Stiles said simply, mouth still slightly open while he contemplated Derek’s words.

Or, the one in which Stiles and Derek have been BCPD partners for years when they are assigned Halloween duty and run into a couple of kids from the orphanage. One fake marriage and two real adoptions later, they somehow become a family.

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Ain't no rest for the wicked by MBlack93 (E | 8/8 | 46,463)

''What the hell happened, Stiles?!'' He hisses.

Stiles tries not to flinch from his dad's tone, but he fails miserably.

''I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I - I woke up and everything in my room was in flames, even the bed, dad, I - I don't know what is happening.''

As soon as he said it, his dad's face closes off.

''You're telling me that you don't know? You didn't remember? Is it possible that you're - you're poss-''

''NO! No, no! No! It can't be. It just can't.''

''But you don't remember Stiles. You don't know what happened.'' His dad remembers him. His eyes are boring into Stiles's.

Stiles falters because no, he doesn't remember, he doesn't know what is happening, but the Nogitsune is gone, he saw it happening, he knows it's gone. He can't be possessed any more.

''Dad-'' before he can finish his sentence, his dad lets out a weary sigh. And a sob escapes his dad when he looks at the burning house.

''I - I don't know if I can deal with this son.'' His dad confesses. And - and that's it. Stiles stops doing anything for a moment until a sob escapes him, and he can feel his heart break into a million pieces.

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I'll be right back (in 24 years) by AnaIsFangirling (Ana_K_Lee) (T | 35/35 | 48,190)

When Derek thought about time travel – and he did, a lot – this was not what he'd had in mind. He'd thought he would see his younger self, tell him to leave Paige alone and NEVER trust Kate Argent. He'd thought he’d get to come back once that was done and everything would be perfect. He never imagined having to relive his entire life.

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Those Are The Days That Bind Us series by s_a_m (3 works | T-M | 63,389)

The series follows Stiles as he struggles to deal with the trauma, heartbreak and betrayals that cause him to run away from Beacon Hills, and the adventures that come during his time away.

[Subsequent parts are in progress and will be posted upon completion.]

1. Those Are The Days That Bind Us (M | 5/5 | 52,171) His father wasn’t stupid. He was an officer of the law, trained to look for patterns. He confronted Stiles about werewolves and they shouted and Stiles tried to explain but his father was so, so, so mad, more mad than Stiles had ever seen him, ever in all his life and then his father looked at him and said, “It’s like you’re not my son anymore.” And Stiles broke. 2. You Have One New Message (T | 1/1 | 5,093) A flash in the corner of John’s eye caught his attention. The home phone had a message. He hit play. ‘You have one new message.’ “Uh, hey Dad. It’s uh, its Stiles.” 3. Himmelfahrtskommando (M | 1/1 | 6,125) She can’t help but laughing at the growing knowledge that her whole life has likely just been one long suicide mission.

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stuck in reverse by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli) (E | 1/1 | 65,656)

Look, Derek is the worst. Everyone knows that. Their fearless leader is a total and complete failwolf.

Which means the rest of them? Are kind of the worst too. They’re a ramshackle, slap dashed, sorry excuse for a pack that’s about a half second away from getting one of them killed. And this is a problem, because Stiles would really like to survive high school. Thanks.

Still, nobody deserves what Derek has gone through. Nobody.

And it’s about time somebody told him that.

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Just the Same by foxlavender (G | 7/7 | 68,066)

Something is seriously up with the captain of the lacrosse team. There's just no way Derek Hale is human. *** “I was wondering if you're even human. You move so quickly. I mean, it's ridiculously fast. No human should be able to move that fast, y'know? It's unfair for us. I mean, it's obvious you work out, and I don't, so that could be why, but like...I was just wondering if you were human, that's all.”

“Stop talking, Stilinski, or I'll—”

“Put me on the bench all season?” Stiles asks knowing full well that Derek Hale can't threaten him with shit.

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The Fox & The Wolf by Dexterous_Sinistrous (E | 10/10 | 79,151)

The war between the fox and wolf clans has raged for centuries, ignited in a time before anyone can remember. Now both clans—tired of the bloodshed and hate—are searching for a way to end the war.

Crowned prince Stiles Stilinski—heir to the fox clan—has agreed with his father to meet with the Hales, the ruling royal family over the wolf clan. Under the counseling of the Druids, both clans are presented with a solution to the war: unite the Stilinski and Hale clans through marriage. To quell their people's anger, both Stiles and Derek—eldest living Hale Alpha—are urged to accept the other as an equal; as their mate.

For the sake of their people, both houses make the ultimate sacrifice by choosing duty over love. But, out of what was first assumed to be compromised, quickly turns to be a better match than either could have hoped for. But not all is easy for either clan, as some members refuse to believe that the war could end so easily.

[Update: I'm stating here, because some people aren't reading the author note at the beginning, this story was inspired by/based on Amelia Atwater-Rhodes' Hawksong]

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Didn't See That Coming by knittersrevolt (E | 43/43 | 83,838)

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills in the dust after he catches his husband cheating on him.

He finds his way to New York where he starts working for the Hale House Nursery, accidentally adopts a werewolf baby (through no fault of his own thank-you-very-much), and somehow starts training to be an Exorcist Emissary. So, in general, life was going good.

Then he hears that demons have found their way into his hometown. Can he face his inner demons and go back to save the day?

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I know that you love me, even when I lose my head by LunaCanisLupus_22 (E | 13/13 | 135,585)

“We’re not mates, Cora,” he insists. “I mean look at him-“

“Ouch,” the kid says, no longer pushing that shit eating grin.

“He’s- he’s,” Derek tries, at a loss of how to explain why this can’t be possible. Why it shouldn’t be possible.

Or the one where Derek gets attacked by hunters, ends up with amnesia and forgets Stiles is his mate

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Manipulated by DearDaisy (Scribblesnpaws) (M | 30/30 | 221,251)

Nine years ago, Scott kicked Stiles out of the pack. Stiles left and never returned. But now his dad has been hurt, so Stiles returns to take care of him. No one knows the truth of what happened back then, not even Scott or Stiles. But that's about to change.

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[skellseerwriting]

You Can Have Mine

Vampire!March x Gn!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Content & Warnings: Blood-drinking (consensual), descriptions of biting and sub-consequential pain, slightly suggestive, March is both stubborn and soft in this fic, I made up VTDs on the spot for absolutely no reason

Summary: March hasn’t had any blood in a while, so you convince him to drink some from a nearby source…

Thank my moot @smoochi-march for putting the idea in my head 😤

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” March said, glaring at you harmlessly from where you sat in his desk chair.

You examined his face. Through an unnatural sheen of sweat lay pale, clammy skin. Dark circles grew under his eyes, and his breathing came a little faster than normal.

March shifted under your gaze from where he sat on his bed.

“You need some blood, March.”

He scoffed, crossing his arms as he rolled his obnoxiously beautiful eyes.

“I already told you, Balor’s bringing in another shipment tomorrow morning. I’ll be fine.”

Standing up, you stalked in front of him and brushed his bangs aside to feel his forehead. His eyes closed and he shivered under your touch.

“March, You’re running a fever.” You patronized, though your words came from a place of love. “You need some blood now.”

He pushed your hand away.

“And where do you suppose I get it?” He snarked sarcastically, not entirely amused with your pushiness. “I suppose I’ll just walk outside and find it growing on the trees?”

You pursed your lips in thought. March’s harsh look gradually softened; not staying upset for long when it came to you. Eventually, he tried standing up and nudging you away.

“Look, I promise first thing in the mor-“

“You can have some of mine.”

Both of you froze.

March began to blush; the vibrant color bringing some much needed life to his face.

“…What?” He gasped, falling back onto his mattress.

“You heard me.”

“I- I know!” He stuttered, looking up at you. His fingers dug into the blanket. “Why would you- why would you say that?” He asked exasperatedly, looking so exhausted from this angle.

Your face took on a solemn expression. It hurt seeing his health like this. Seeing the way his body tried not to shake.

In the next instant, you fixed your expression into something more resilient.

Ignoring his question, you reached down to grab his hands and placed them flatly on your nape. With your knees up against the side of the bed, you leaned forward, took hold of the back of his head, and gently pushed his face into the side of your neck.

“What- what are you-“ his voice mumbled into your skin, stunned.

“Hush.” You cut him off. “I already told you. Drink mine.”

Punctuating your command by pushing his noise farther into the side of your throat, you couldn’t help but notice how his fingers curled over the dips in your spine when you said that.

The instant he drank in your natural fragrance, his posture straightened. He pulled you closer into him and nuzzled his face right into the crook of your shoulder.

“You smell… really good…”

“I know.” You smiled, relaxing your grip to brush the hair at the bottom of his neck. March shivered. “So have some.”

“I- I don’t-“ He brushed his face back and forth, but kept in place. It was as if he couldn’t bring himself to pull away, despite his inhibitions.

“Shhh..” you comforted, stroking his hair further. With your free hand, you rested it on top of his cold thigh. “It’s okay. I know you can do it.”

An unintelligible sound came from his muffled mouth at being babied. It must have still spurred him on though, because he shyly moved his face again. This time, right above your collarbone. Quick breathing hit the spot as he inhaled you. His lips danced delicately over the skin.

“You smell so good…” he said softly before giving in and biting down.

You winced, but it didn’t hurt too bad. Just a prick. Everything felt numb… until it didn’t.

A sharp pain flared through the puncture wounds, and your breath hitched. March slid his fangs out slowly and took a moment to taste you. Half a second later, however, the flavor hit his tongue. A switch flipped within him. In an instant, he became ravenous; his appetite roaring to life and demanding sustenance.

Clawing at the top of your shoulders, he bit down hard while sucking as much blood out as he could. A deep groan vibrated up through your neck with his teeth sunk deep into you, and the feeling traveled all the way down your spine; making you tingly all over.

After repetitively chomping down on the crook of your neck a few times -sharp canines sliding in and out of you seamlessly- March started eliciting heavy pants. He weakly licked along the tender skin before going back to puncture the same spot with those fangs. Electricity jolted through your body at the harshness and you jumped.

“Sorry…” he mumbled, sounding hazy. It was like he was drunk on you. Which he could have been; you weren’t familiar with vampire biology. “I’m just so…” he sucked really hard on the blooming wound. “-So hungry.”

“I understand...” You panted, feeling it take a toll on you. This was what you wanted to happen, you just didn’t expect it to feel so taxing.

March tightened his arms around your shoulders. Tilting his face he placed his lips a little higher on your neck; nipping at the area.

“ha…” he breathed, hot and heavy, whereas your lungs were straining with your tiny inhales. With a tiny nibble on the skin, he moved back to his original spot; drinking some more. “You’re too…”

You didn’t hear the rest of it.

“What was that?”

He let out a huff of humid air. It clung to your skin.

“You’re too good for me.”

Heat made its way onto your face. You were so glad he couldn’t see it right now.

“Right.” You did your best to brush it off and awkwardly nudged his face into your neck again. “Drink some more.”

March’s hands came down to hold your waist.

“I’m full.” He stated blandly.

“Wait, really?” You were a tad shocked. “How much did you drink?”

He stilled.

“A lot, actually.”

Was it really that much? Now that you thought about it, you were beginning to feel lightheaded…

And now you were leaning your whole weight into him; face in his neck. If it weren’t for the fact that March had just had his teeth on (and in) your skin, you were pretty sure you’d be upset right now at your lack of mobility. Your head was spinning and his body was like a solid anchor to tether yourself to. You wanted to grumble “never let me do this again”, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Something about it was dream-like.

“I hope you’re feeling better.” You chose to whisper instead. March’s fingers clenched your sides.

“I am.”

You wanted so badly to lean back and look at his face, but you just didn’t have the energy to do it.

“You’re such an idiot.” March opened his big mouth.

Aaand there goes the moment, you thought dryly as he pushed you away at arms length to hold you. His face was filled with a lot more colour (and his usual blush was darker than it normally was). He looked cross, however you still couldn’t help but find it attractive.

“You didn’t know if I would stop. You don’t even know if I have any VTDs!” He condescended, though you could hear the worry behind it. Frustration mixed with fear filled his face and he did such a poor job of hiding it.

“Well, do you?”

March shifted his gaze.

“…no.”

“So I guess that settles it.”

He perked up at you, making sure to plaster his pout back on as he did so; eyebrows furrowed.

“Settles what?”

Leaning back into him with a warm hug, you lilted into his red ear.

“Next time you need some emergency blood, you can get it from me.”

Groaning (though this time for a slightly different reason), March nuzzled his face one last time into your neck.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

You giggled, petting his hair again.

“Quite the opposite, actually.”

March opened his mouth; hesitating. Then, he spoke.

“I know.”

Taglist: March FoM

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@susanatactica @anomiatartle @apric-t @starsdrawnpastel

@smoochi-march @thatonenewjerseychick

[cowgurrrl]

When The Sun Goes Down

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: cue Diet Mountain Dew by Lana Del Rey

Summary: Your first date with Joel doesn’t go exactly as planned [2.6k]

Warnings: Joel being an asshole, reader being (rightfully) mean to Joel, fake dating, a little (a lot) smoochy smooch

There's a knock on your door at 7:15. You think about giving him shit about being fifteen minutes late, but when you open the door, he has a bouquet of red roses in his hand. You take a deep breath as you glance between him and the flowers. He cleans up nicely. He's wearing a sleek white shirt tucked into a pair of slacks and a gold chain peeking from his collar. "You look nice," he compliments with a smile. You glance around and spot a black van down the block with the unmistakable round lens of a camera up to the window. "Ready to go?" He asks, pulling your attention back to him. You smile and nod.

"Let me put these in water first, and then we can go," you say, turning on your heels to walk back into the kitchen. You hear him grumble and you roll your eyes the second you hear the door close behind him. "Did you buy these of your own volition, or was it contractually obligated?"

"It was my manager's idea." He says, stuffing his hands in his pocket as he watches you move around the kitchen. You pull a vase down from the top shelf of your cabinet, your black dress riding up just a little bit. You turn to the sink and catch his eyes on your legs.

"Well, tell Pauly I said thank you." You say, ignoring the unexpected attention.

"Don't call him Pauly."

"Why not? He's the only one who showed me an ounce of kindness yesterday."

"We really don't have to do this. Especially if you're gonna act like this."

"If you don't like the way I act, I'm sure we can find someone else who would happily take your place," you say, repeating his words from the day before. His jaw works as he grinds his teeth together, but he stays silent. You cut the stems on the roses and place them in the crystal vase before resting your elbows on the counter. "We need to set some ground rules before we actually start this."

"Ground rules?" He asks

"I don't care if you kiss me, hold my hand, or whatever PDA our team wants. I'm trusting you with that much," you say. You expect him to say something snarky, but he doesn't. He fiddles with his keys in his pocket and nods. "And I don't want you to touch me anywhere inappropriate. In public and in private."

"I wasn't going to."

"Good." You grab your purse off the counter and walk to the front door without anything further. He follows behind you and opens the door before you can even touch the handle and plaster on a sticky sweet smile for the cameras. He walks you to his expensive-looking car and opens the passenger side door for you. You smile and squeeze his bicep.

The car ride is silent except for the low hum of his radio. It's set on a classic rock station, and he taps along to the drum line on his steering wheel. You watch the movement with curious eyes, and he catches you staring. He doesn't seem annoyed, but he doesn't smile at you, either. He just stares at you with his deep brown eyes like he's trying to figure you out. You look away first and mess with the chain of your necklace.

"How long have you been playing music?" You ask.

"We don't have to keep pretending when there are no cameras." He says, his tone suddenly harsh, and you roll your eyes.

"Jesus Christ, all I did was ask you a fucking question."

"My whole life. I've been playin' music my whole life," he finally relents. It's just enough information to satisfy you and just vague enough for him to be comfortable. You're surprised he even answered you. "How long have you been acting?"

"I've been in the industry for about four years now, but I was acting way before that." You say, and he hums. He doesn't follow up with a question, and you decide to quit while you're ahead. When you get to the restaurant, he makes a show of dutifully escorting you inside and giving his keys to the valet. The hostess gives you a hidden table in the back. It's out of earshot of anyone else, and there are lit candles in the middle. It's all very romantic, and you gush about it in front of the host so she has something to report back to news outlets when they find out about this. Joel thanks the host and pulls your chair out for you before he can cross the table. If this was an actual date, he would win major points for having such good manners.

You order a cocktail, and he orders some kind of whiskey before you guys scan the menu in silence. You're debating whether to get the Rissoto or the margarita pizza when Joel's foot bumps yours under the table. You look up and see him glancing at something behind you. You don't have to turn around to know that you two have an audience. You smile and reach for his hand across the table, his calloused palms sliding against yours. He doesn't hesitate to squeeze your hand and bring it to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss to your skin. "That tickles!" You giggle in a high pitch. He laughs, too, and rests your hands back on the table as the waitress comes over with your drinks. She takes your orders before disappearing to the back again, leaving you and Joel alone.

You two move closer and closer together until you're sitting on the same side of the table, your head in your hand as you gaze at him. You have to admit, he's very handsome up close. His salt-and-pepper beard is full except for a few patchy parts that you could find endearing. His nose is prominent and bumpy, and his lips are curled in a crooked smirk. Not to mention the fluffy curls that fall over his forehead just so. You understand why people throw themselves at him. He smiles and puts a hand on your knee as he nurses his drink.

"You're staring," he mumbles, and you scoff.

"I'm supposed to be madly in love with you. I think it's okay," you say so only he can hear, and he shrugs. You slip his drink out of his hand and take a sip, the dark brown liquor burning the whole way down. "What would you rather me do?"

"Where are you from?"

"Twenty questions? That's what you do on a first date?" You ask, and he laughs. For a second, you think it sounds real.

"Humor me, would ya?" His face is relaxed, and his hand is warm on your knee, and it might be the alcohol, but you decide to oblige. You tell him about your hometown, and he actually listens before telling you he's from Texas. You go back and forth even after the food comes out, asking about first loves, college, and even your worst talk show experiences.

"No, I don't believe you for a second!" You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

"You don't have to believe me 'cause it still happened."

"You were hungover when you did that summer concert for the Today Show?"

"Deathly. Even had to get an IV when we got off stage," he says, and you can't help but laugh at the image of him getting hooked up to a saline solution because of how sick he was. "What? What's so funny about that?"

"Everything! Don't you know the cardinal sin of morning talk shows is showing up hungover?"

"I know people who've shown up still drunk."

"Really?" You ask, and he hums. You glance around the restaurant and realize it's mostly empty, and the only people left are you and Joel. You uncross your arms and rest one on the back of his chair, turning to look at something behind you so you can whisper in his ear. "When you see the waitress coming back to the table, kiss me." He turns his head to look around before placing a hand on your jaw and turning your face toward his. His lips are on yours a second later. His mustache scratches you, and he tastes like whiskey and something dangerous. He's gentle and firm, but he doesn't push any boundaries. His hand stays on your face, his fingers grazing the skin of your neck, making your breath hitch. You faintly hear footsteps approach, and Joel turns away from you to look at the bright red waitress. You pretend to be embarrassed about getting caught and hide your face in Joel's shoulder.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to drop off your bill and let you know that we will be closing soon." She apologizes, but Joel shakes his head and tells her not to worry. He hands her his black debit card without even looking at the bill, and she's off. You smile as you pick your head up and look at him.

"Alright, I have another question for you," you say. He raises his eyebrows like he's telling you to go on, and you glance over your shoulder to make sure nobody's lurking. "Why'd you punch that guy?"

"What guy?"

"The guy that's the whole reason I'm here." You say quietly. A muscle in his jaw jumps as he thinks, but he schools his expression when the waitress returns with his card. He's silent as he signs the bill, leaving a 25% tip, and you bump him under the table to get his attention.

"I'm done playing this game." He snaps, his attitude completely changing. You're taken aback by his response and even more confused when he stands and pulls your chair out for you once more. You stand, and he shrugs out of his jacket to wrap it around your shoulders before escorting you to the front of the restaurant, both of you wishing the staff a good night. Cameras flash, and people yell questions at you the second you two step onto the sidewalk, and you grip Joel's arm as he steers you to the car. You can practically hear E! News gushing about how cute you look together when in reality your picture-perfect date just got ruined.

The entire drive back to your house, he doesn't say anything. You try to say something about how good that went, and you're sure the waitress will have a story to sell to whatever news outlet wants it. He doesn't even acknowledge you. By the time he pulls into your driveway, you're more than annoyed with how childish he's being over a perfectly fair question. It's not like you asked for his Social Security number. You asked a legitimate question about something that happened not even thirty-six hours ago. Hell, his knuckles are still swollen from the force of the punch. The second the car rolls to a stop, you unlock the door and get out.

"Have a good night, Joel." You say, ready to slam the door in his face, but he's already unbuckling his seatbelt.

"Will you, at least, let me walk you to the door?"

"I thought you said we didn't have to keep pretending when there aren't any cameras," you say. You're being a little dramatic, and you'll be the first to admit it, but after the way he acted yesterday, you think you're allowed to. You fish your keys from your purse and walk to your front door. Joel calls your name and you roll your eyes. "Is there a reason you don't like me, or are you just an asshole to everyone?" You ask as you turn to look at him, the arms of his jacket swinging around you.

"Is this because I didn't answer your stupid question?"

"Or because of pretty much everything that led to tonight. The way you talked to me in the office, not answering my question, ignoring me the whole way home when I thought we had a pretty decent night. Do you even realize how fucking frustrating you are?"

"Right back atcha, sweetheart," he says, and you huff as you grip your keys. "Look, I don't wanna do this anymore than you do. The faster we get this over with, the faster I can go back to my life, and you can go back to whatever big wig you had to sleep with to get here." You take two big steps to get in his face, your chests touching as rage rolls through you.

"Let's get one thing fucking clear: I've never slept with anyone to get anywhere. I studied, and I worked shitty jobs, and I went to every audition, and I lost years of my fucking life to be where I am now. I don't care if you think I'm some bitch who puts on dresses and plays pretend for a living, but you will not accuse me of fucking my way to the top. Do you understand me?" Your words are precise and cutthroat and hit right where you want them to as you stare at him. You worked your ass off to get here. You deserve to be here, and you will not let a man like Joel Miller tell you otherwise. Something flickers behind his eyes, and he swallows.

"Yes."

"Good, because if you ever say anything like that to me again, I will ruin your fucking life and have fun doing it," you say. Before you can get one last word in, you catch a pair of tires squealing down your block, and something deep in your chest tells you it's photographers trying to catch a goodnight kiss. Joel seems to have the same thought because he quickly crowds you against your front door, and you let him, despite the burning anger in your chest. You bite the inside of your cheek until you can taste blood. "You better make this worth it, Miller."

His last name gets cut off as he kisses you. This kiss is starkly different from the one at the restaurant. This one is bruising and clashing teeth as his hands splay across your ribs. You're almost sure he can feel your heartbeat through the fabric of your dress. You pull him closer when you hear breaks squeak to a stop and know that the paparazzi are right behind you. His hand slides down your side, past your hip, and encourages your leg up to his hip. He bites at your lip a little too harshly, and you pull at the hair at the nape of his neck, a deep groan rumbling in his chest at the feeling. He dips his head to mouth at your jaw, low enough to look like he's kissing your neck from far away but high enough for you to allow it. His teeth scrape at your pulse, and your body involuntarily arches into him. You think you hear him chuckle as the photographer's car speeds away.

You can imagine how the photos will be captioned in the morning, how they'll all praise what a good couple you already are, and some will even make jokes about how they wish they could be either of us. But this doesn't feel romantic or dreamy like they imagine it does. This feels like war.

[satorisoup]

Hello 🫶🏼☁️ it’s okay, no need to apologize. I hope you had a great busy day 🫂

Yeah, same. Angst for me only with happy ending or else I’m gonna be devastated for life </3

Yes! Genya is so cute and adorable, I’m suffering so much because of him. Anytime I remember I cry. Tanjiro is a sweetheart too 😭 he cried a lot when he found out about Genya, it broke my heart </3

Yeah, Fairy tail came to my life in a hard time of my life so it is really important for me, so I decided to have a tattoo ‹𝟹 imo it is really worth to watch it!

Well, I guess I’m gonna put windbreaker on my list to watch 👀

They really work hard and with passion! I can’t wait to see more works from Ufotable *o*

Yes! Semi is so cute, when he’s anger looks so adorable :3 if I start talking about my selfships I won’t shut up hehe I’m really a simp >//< OMG, that trio is so cute. Akaashi is so handsome and Kuroo is so funny with Bokuto. Two babies and their dad hehe ‹𝟹 funny the youngest is the dad 🤣 I’m also very into Kuroo since the movie 👀 I see so little stories with Kita </3 he deserves more love for sure. I would love to see what you would write about him :3

Obanai loves Mitsuri so much. He does everything for her without asking for anything in return and I think that’s beautiful SOB T-T

Thank you, sweetheart ‹𝟹 I’m glad you’re doing okay and having fun! Please don’t forget your meals and be hydrated ‹𝟹

My weekend was good. I got a new cat, he’s orange so I called him Kenma TuT ‹𝟹 What about your weekend?

I’m sending you lots of love and positive energy, 😽🩶

UWAHHH hello hello ma love !! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و it’s always a wonderful way to start my day when i see you in my inbox teehee !! ^_^

FOR REALSIES !! i’ve only ever written one angst fic, it’s my piece im most proud of but i still tear up when i reread it SOB !! T^T i need my happy endings !! </3

WAHHH GENYA !! omigosh, pls when that part gets animated i fear i will be absolutely inconsolable for quite some time T^T i feel soso bad for nemi, it was so unfair !! </3 AND TANJIRO !! my poor sweet baby, i just wanna give him a lil cheek smoochie and tell him he deserves tha world SNIFFLE !! :<

EEEK that is seriously soso cool !! comfort anime’s are always tha bestest to watch <3 i saw someone at the store once with a kyo tattoo and it was absolutely precious !! m’ so jelly !! >_< and yes !! windbreaker is such a fun watch, i definitely recommend it !! <3

OMIGOODNESS rockstar bf semi eita <3 he is just so dreamy !! when he was bickering with tendou PLS he’s such a cutie SOB T^T i could talk about selfships all day !! HELP bokuto so is the baby, i find it so fitting that he has 2 older sisters !! :> KITA !! oh my goodness i could talk about him for days on end, he is an absolute sweetheart !! teehee i actually have a big project coming up soon, and kita is one of the love interests !! >//< he deserves all tha love for realsies !! <3

SNIFFLE obanai and mitsuri my beloveds </3 when he gave her those little knee highs !! THEY ARE JUST SO PRECIOUS !! aoi and inosuke are absolutely precious too, i adore them !! T^T

EEEP SOBSOB THANK YOU SOSO MUCH MA LOVE !! T^T you are an absolute sweetheart !! <3 im soso glad you had a good weekend !! >_< GASPS !! YOU GOT AN ORANGE KITTY ?? :0 and you call him kenma ?? MY HEART IS MELTING !! <3 i have an orange kitty too, now we match teehee !! ^_^ aren’t they just soso precious ?? :3

my weekend was good !! i went home and got settled here at my brothers, now i’m just relaxing !! i have work this week but i must push through teehee !! :> THANK YOU SOSO MUCH FOR ASKING !! <3

UWAHHH how has your day been today ma love ?? anything exciting ?? I MUST KNOW !! m’ sending you the bestest wishes EVAAA and hugging you soso tightly !! MWUUUAH !! <3

[azzurra-astra]

Mind you unless I receive multiple asks HERE, anything from a non-Tumblr site is answered in this manner. Names of the non-Tumblr users are kept anonymous out of respect, they’re simply posted here because I’m not sure where they’ll see it.

Q:

“Hey I’m totally sorry if I freaked you out about shipping Pal with Pep! I know it was kinda random! I find myself liking the potential pair vibes cuz it’s really cute and both names include pasta : ( I wanna give her chipmunk cheek a smoochie too omfg”

-

Nah dude, that’s actually perfectly fine, I mean it. I’m genuinely glad there’s like 4 people who like her or find her interesting, I just legit don’t know how she’d react or process that type of relationship. I mean other than outright perishing from embarrassment, doubt, and being worried she’d be a hinderance more than a help, the only positive thing I can see overall is that she’d have her nurturing side. As repeatedly stated, if something bad happened to a person she came to care about or liked, she’ll make whoever caused the issue have an entire fist sandwich. Even though I’ve drawn OCs that kept my interest for like a week as a little kid, I still put my all into thinking up a background for them. *shrug*

I also didn’t expect that sort of response about her from anybody, let alone any at all. I also named her Penne without honestly even thinking of the pasta correlation, originally I almost went with Perogi or Pembroke (?). As for the smooch she’d literally retract into herself with the same level of violence as biting a lemon and hide forever while sputtering, but hey! She’d appreciate it in her own way… eventually! -

Q:

“Also sorry Im high energy! I won’t go back on thinking she’s good for hugs and would make a nice comfort friend/girlfriend, also really like how she’s got this corner for herself too and how is she with other characters? 💕 Have you drawn that??”

-

She is supportive and reassuring and is prime hug material, but when doing that sort of Canon x OC stuff you also have to think about any conflict and eventual (if possible depending on severity) resolution, and general domestic behavior, not singularly romantic. She may be sedentary when home and consume a massive amount of carbs (hence the thicc) but she moves like a machine behind the counter because her job demands it, it’s the take-charge side of her she doesn’t believe she has. Yes, Pal is sweet and humble, but the humbleness comes from a place lacking confidence and shame, or believing she’s auto-unlikable so she keeps it on the DL.

As for drawing character interaction, nah, I wouldn’t draw it for all of them, but you can have this!

A peek at part of a panel of the comic I sketched but I want to do better and redraw. Even though it’s platonic, I hope it creams your corn, bakes your bread, water’s your crops, or w/e…. *shrug*

If it’s one thing that bothers the shit out of me when it comes to OC x canon interaction or pairings, it’s that they’re molded with the assumption that they’re going to be friends with everybody (Snow-White-and-the-forest-animals style) and they’re all going to have a crush on the OC or something. That is cause for immediate wince and makes for some hella poor character structure because it’s so one dimensional. You along with another person teased potential friendship-or-more chemistry with her and a few characters (fucking why u guuuyz??? Also thx to the toad for being a bag of foot flakes and teasing about putting her with fake Peppino… may you be cursed to forever taste mustard no matter what you eat), which in itself is fun but doesn’t mean she’s instant friends with everyone.

I have to be clear, there would be characters she wouldn’t get along with at all, just as much as there would be ones that wouldn’t bother her in the slightest and she would regard positively. It’s also normal for characters in relationships to have debates, or disagreements. A friend/lover can do something stupid or chaotic that makes the other character question them, there can be an argument, but ultimately a healthy cool off and forgiveness is a good part of a foundation. Granted, repeat offenses and severity play a big role in whether or not a character can be forgiven, reflective of real life. Also strain can be a complicating constant in a relationship, they’re not always daisies and butterflies.

[talenlee]

Chemistry and Catalysts

Chemistry and Catalysts

Chances are, if you know me, you know that I’m a person who isn’t particularly fond of the idea of reading characters as queer as if that makes a text queer. This comes out of a stubbornness, perhaps misplaced, that I grew up in a period where a lot of the ‘queer’ media I was seeing being touted was often just extremely standard heterosexual media where two characters of the same gender were friends. This kinda rubbed me the wrong way, at first because I wasn’t comfortable with queerness in media, and then later on because I and people I knew were making queer media with queer characters in them and they weren’t getting attention that I felt was being unduly given to, y’know, something like How I Met Your Mother for some goddamn reason.

I’ve been watching a lot of anime lately and part of that has been learning more about how anime gets made, the material conditions of it, and how the image I had of Japan in my mind growing up was always just that, an image. It means that I’ve come to terms with how and why these really queer-seeming series that aren’t queer keep getting made, often where in the middle of a series about boys’ friendships, the story jerks to a halt, looks out of the screen and says ‘this is where a romantic couple would kiss, and we are obviously not kissing, because that is what we are not.’ It’s stuff I’ve mentioned in the context of the idea of the unbeard, too.

And that brings with it a feeling of caution, and a little sting of hypocrisy, too. I mean, I’m shipping characters, and I used to talk about shipping as if people doing that were being an exploitable resource for the people who wouldn’t put actual queerness in their media. Look at me, the terrible fan, the terrible queer. Part of how I got over this was by being a bit less of a stick in the mud in general, but another part, and the more important part, was considering that I was looking at texts expecting declarations when what was interesting to me was the chemistry.

Chemistry, also known as ‘vibes’ is a term used to refer to the way characters react to one another, or, often, the way that it’s easy to imagine them reacting to one another. Shows where chemistry are important to me tend to be ones where the characters have distinct voices, and clear opinions, and queer readings are made easier by (for example) minimal opportunities for a character to be a blatant homophobe (though that’s not always a dealbreaker, as a bi boy who used to be a blatant homophobe).

I like it when I can see two or more characters where – regardless of aesthetics – it’s easy to imagine the types of people they are in romantic or intimate moments. Not necessarily even in ways that the media depicts. After all, a lot of media tends to treat romantic chemistry as if it’s a given or token presentation, like how a lot of girls in anime are there to be background elements until the boys are done shouting. In My Hero Academia, which I’ve been watching lately, Momo and Kendo are both characters who seem pretty obviously in the declared text to just be characters who are friends. There’s even room for a little bit of resentment between them, with each having a reason for the other to represent their insecurities.

Despite this, I think it’s really easy to imagine scenarios in which the pair of them wind up in a smoochy relationship: they’re perceived by others to be similar, which means both of them see each other instead by how they differ. That difference gives them tension, but that tension can grow into intrigue and then curiosity about whether or not they’re imagining the thing they’re both considering, and – look, they’re both high femme secondary characters who know each other better than anyone else, it’s not hard for me to imagine ways that scenario can play out.

In real chemistry, the thing with like, chemicals and why you get heartburn, there’s this idea that there are things that you can use to make a reaction happen that are neither consumed by that reaction nor part of it. These are known as catalysts. In this case, I do not think anyone out there is going to perceive these characters in precisely the same way as me: I am providing the framework for the reaction to happen. In a very real way, it is the task of telling you about it, of explaining my ideas, that can be seen as enabling a very particular kind of chemical reaction.

And this is the form of queer media participation, in a paratextual way, that I was always so dismissive of because I misunderstood it. There is nothing taken away from queer media (made for purpose) by taking these ideas and bringing them to bear on other media. In fact, queer readings and queer interpretations of other stuff is a great way to bring it in, to include it, and to present ways that the media and culture of the world around us is part of the conversation, that we aren’t fundamentally alienating when we start trying to build out to one another in ways that don’t have to involve reading extremely obscure media that has been forced to the edges of experience.

What I get to do, when I talk about this, is to present to you my own form of these chemical reactions, where I can say ‘hey, if you include this bit of invisible information, how does this relationship look, to you?’ It’s a sequence of giving out tiny secrets, ways to share hidden information about big ideas in small spaces, and showing people places that we can exist and share, making these ideas in part, ours.

It is also, fundamentally, just basically going ‘oh, dey fuckin’ and feeling someone near you go ‘oh hey, you’re right, dey fuckin’.”

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

#Media #Queerness

[tutuandscoot]

*gifs by @thatonekimgirl

Seriously tho.. how precious are all these moments when Scott strolls up to Tessa and says without words: “I want a cuddle”. Like he just goes to her and puts her arms up and snuggles into his favourite spot. It’s so bizarre but so incredibly precious. Like she’s his toy or his pillow and he just puts her where he wants her and she willingly participates. It’s so different to couples in general and irl skating couples who are all gooey and smoochy in public and it’s kinda like.. ok guys get a room. But with VM it feels different, it doesn’t feel like ‘ok we get it you’re in love go have sex somewhere’….. ok maybe it does for some.. but to me it doesn’t.. it just so unique. I can’t quite explain it. But it’s adorable and precious and you can just tell they enjoy being connected physically and emotionally more than anything. It’s therapeutic for them. They understand that the other needs that sometimes. It’s not the same as being all “in love” in public for the sake of it.. you really feel as though they Scott needs it. He’s very touchy feely and while it seems that Tessa isn’t that way so much- because she loves him she’s never gonna be like ‘no get off I don’t want a cuddle rn’. The way once he’s put her arms up and gives her a little tap on the shoulder as like a “hey kiddo” and a “thank you”. They truly are were a home for each other. In like a weird life-imitates-art sense- I think the whole ‘puppet’ component of MR was quite familiar to them coz I do feel as if Scott sometimes plays with her in that sense. Yet it’s not out of controlling her for the sake of him being a man and her a woman. That’s just the unique dynamic of their relationship. That they are so comfortable and trusting of each other they allow themselves to be that tactile home base. Idk, whether he was tired or emotional or just really wanted a cuddle (probably all of the above). It’s so lovely and it’s amazing we get to witness their love for each other 🤍

And as I always add to these:

VM during gala practices:

[alby-rei]

In Your Loving Embrace (Leonardo x MC)

*hugs and smoochies back* Thank you for indulging me, Mama, and I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it >///<

Wordless “I love you” Prompts #49: Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath.

[Title]: In Your Loving Embrace (I Almost Died)

[Requested by]: @silhouette-of-a-dream​

[Characters]: Leonardo, You

[Word Count]: ~1k words

[Genre]: Comfort/Fluff

~*~

Knock, knock, knock.

“Leonardo…?” You spoke into his closed door.

Your hand hovered above the door’s handle, debating if you should peek inside, in case he was already asleep. It was 2 am when you left your room in search of Leonardo’s comforting presence. Your eyes were droopy from exhaustion though you couldn’t go back to sleep either. The lights were on, judging by the faint glow emitting from underneath the door.

“Come in, cara mia,” He called out, sounding pretty tired himself, too.

When you opened the door, you found him sitting cross-legged on his bed with notebooks and tools gathered around him. His head shot up as soon as you entered the frame, and his eyes softened when you locked gazes. He beckoned you over with a tired smile. You looked down as you made your way to him, carefully stepping around every book and bolt and box and bottle and—

“I thought I already threw out all the bottles about…,” you murmured, looking down at your watch for effect, “two hours ago! When did you get a chance to grab more?”

He looked at his own wrist—as if he also had a watch—and said, “…an hour ago.”

You stood in front of him with a huff. He smirked as he leaned on his hand, which landed on an open book. Little did he notice, the book—supported only on a stack of loose papers—slid away from his grip, causing him to land on his elbow instead with a curse muttering under his breath. 

You snorted, peeking sideways to look at his face, “You good?”

You fought the smile that crept up your face. At least you tried to, until you saw his face redden with embarrassment. He pushed himself back up, shaking his head and stacking all the books and papers into a neat tower to avoid further humiliation. He ran his hands over his face and through his bangs. His sleepy demeanor mirrored your own when you had jumped out of your own bed in frustration.

With the area cleared, you felt much safer to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning closer to his face with a sympathetic smile. You reached out with your hands to pull his own down. You could clearly see his pouty frown.

“A little clumsy tonight, aren’t we?”

“Must’ve rubbed off from you.”

“Hey! That’s not—Ack!” You started but failed to notice you were falling off the edge after you shifted your weight.

After stabilizing yourself, you saw him raise his eyebrows in protest to your unfinished rebuttal, and his chin dip as he tried to contain his own laughter. The light seemed to return to his eyes just from that little action.

“What brings you here so late,” Leonardo tugged at your wrist, pulling you into his lap until you sat comfortably, “I thought you wanted time alone.”

“Oh, right…” Your smile faltered, remembering how sad you had felt leading up to when you stood behind his door.

Before you had entered, your mind was a mess of swirling thoughts with no end. Now, all of that noise was pushed to the back, though it wasn’t gone either. You told him how you felt, and he furrowed his brows as he listened to every word.

“C’mere, cara mia,” he pulled you towards him, wrapping his arms tightly around you, as your head rested on his shoulder.

You embraced him. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and squeezed even tighter, taking in your scent. You felt completely surrounded by him, immersed in the smell of leather, tobacco, and wood.

In fact, he kept squeezing, and you were suddenly unable to inhale any of those smells or take in oxygen, for that matter. You tapped his back vehemently in plea for him to let go.

You took a big gulp of air before you scolded, “I still need my lungs, you know!”

You leaned back and shook your head to clear out the dizziness that followed.

He cupped your check softly, caressing your skin with his thumb, “’Scusa, cara mia, missed you too much.”

You leaned into his touch, enjoying the feeling as you took a couple deep breaths. You wrapped your arms around his chest.  

“I can…”—you tightened your grip around his chest to mimic his squeeze— “…squish you too!”

His broad shoulders shook with laughter from your attempts, relaxing into your embrace to let you focus on your task. 

Once you let go, you turned to him and asked, “Did you feel that?”

“Nope.”

He smirked, patting your head fondly. Now it was your turn to pout, ‘silly vampire and his ridiculously toned body’. Deflated from defeat, you looked down.

Suddenly, you felt one of his hands go behind your head to pull you towards him, and he leaned forward to plant a kiss between your eyebrows.

“Don’t look so down, cara mia. The strength of your hold on me lies up here,” he bumped his forehead against your own, “All I could think about. Figured I could try to get work done while I’m awake but…”

He sighed. The bags under his eyes became more noticeable after he said that. His amber eyes shifted between relief and concern, but he stayed silent. He searched your eyes for some kind of answer. Seemingly satisfied, his face broke out into a wide smile that caused little happy wrinkles to form in the corners of his eyes. He snaked his arms around you, pulling you down to rest sideways with him in bed.

He caressed your back softly, “You look tired. Let’s sleep for now, and we’ll sort it out in the morning.”

“If you say so,” you yawned, shuffling closer in his embrace. Exhaustion seeped into your being once your head landed on the pillow.

The two of you relaxed in each other’s arms. The greater vampire willed his eyes to stay open until he was certain you’d fallen asleep, before allowing himself to succumb to his own slumber. 

[archersartcorner]

Here’s a thing in the meantime while I’m getting the next part ready! I’ve been teetering between Volo & Val being more platonic or being more romantic, but here’s a more romantic depiction of them with this template!

Some notes under the cut!

- i4t gays my beloved…

- Yes I hc Volo to be pretty damn young. I wouldn’t put him above 25 at most, and even that’s stretching it imo HDBDJ

- “Ahaha what if I was perfectly sized and shaped to fit right into the curves of your body to be your perfect little spoon… ahaha just kidding… unless-”

- While I think platonically Volo would be more affection through words, in familial or romantic relationships it’s all Kissy And Huggy Time to him HDBDJ… hugs and pecks Ginter before going to bed… gives Val big ol gross smoochies (that Val will return 10-fold don’t even trip BCBDJ)… he becomes very touchy when he grows to trust a person!!

- During the outcast arc, there was a period of time before Val decided to actually help close the rift where he was just. Camping. Existing away from the team and Jubilife. Trying to come to terms with all his feelings, his sadness and anger and pain… Volo would seek him out often, try to help him as much as he could. One thing he’d do is occasionally lend Val some of his clothes, and then wash any of the dirty clothes Val had on him. Then even after the outcast arc, it just became… a habit for Val. Someone would see him in clothes that were obviously too big for him, but it’s just because Val began associating Volo’s clothes with his comfort and kindness. Felt like being hugged by him almost. (And after the post-game, when Volo just seemed to disappear… well. If anyone noticed, no one brought up that they could tell Val was wearing Volo’s clothes more often.)

- They both enjoy cooking very much! Volo is just further on the scale cus Val has a preferred… idk how else to describe it, but submissiveness to him. Val likes to be cared for and loved on, and while he does enjoy cooking for Volo as well, there’s something more special to him about the times where Volo cooks for him, especially when it’s times where Val’s in a lot of physical pain and potentially can’t cook for himself. And Volo’s very happy to oblige! Val enjoys his cooking very much, and admittedly that makes Volo just as happy to hear.

If I think of more I’ll add to here but the rest is pretty self explanatory!! I jst love them ur honor HEBDJSB

[hime-memes]

                       * Chaotic Besties V-Day Edition *

These starters have been created by request: “ Could you make some platonic valentine's day starters for muses who are chaotic friends? “ So, below are my best attempts at some chaotic best friends doing the absolute most to be menaces on Valentine’s day ! 

As always: Feel free to change anything within these starters that you see fit to make it work for your muse & the receiver’s muse !

Recommended For: Chaotic & platonic muses/plots/timelines.

Trigger Warnings For: Alcohol use mentions, swearing, slight innuendo. 

“ Come on, ( Name ) -- we should go to that art gallery you like so much ... The tickets are half price for couples ! ... We can even make fun of the stuffy old people using pretentious artist jargon to repress their horny in the nude statue exhibit ! “ 

“ I bought some chocolates for us to split for the occasion ... but, if I’m honest -- I got hungry on the way here and ate them all. I saved you the pretty box though ! See ? It’s sparkly ! “ 

“ As much as I’d love to stick around in your weird nerd den with anime in the in the background, and Mrs. Tinkles the teacup chihuahua growling lovingly from her hell perch, but ... I’m gonna go do something destructive in the name of platonic love and set fire to your ex’s station wagon. “ 

“ I hate how the radio plays all the dumbest, corniest, and unbelievable love songs all in one day ! And what ? They just expect us to not call them as their power company and threaten to shut everything down if they don’t give us a break from the madness ?! “

“ Listen ( Name ), I know someone ... Codename: Clementine. Word is, if we supply the time ... they’ll guide us through a minor petty crime. So, wanna commit a little valentine’s day mayhem with me ? ” 

“ If I eat another candy or chocolate covered something -- I’m gonna be si -- !!! Oh ! Are those chocolate covered strawberries ?! I love those ! “ 

“ Listen, you said you never got a love note before: so -- I wrote you one. Hey ! Shut up -- It’s a love letter minus the kissy-kissy smoochy-smoochy stuff ! “

“ They say people do reckless things in the name of love ... so, I think we should go wreck some shit to take our minds off this holiday ! “ 

“ Look out your window ! I spray painted a valentine’s day mural in your yard ... with your spray paint ! Before you look though -- just know: your car was in the way.“ 

“ Oh, that’s not fruit by the foot you’re eating. That’s edible underwear and you’re lucky you grabbed the one on the left because that one wasn’t use -- Oh my god ! Spit, ( Name ) -- you grabbed the wrong box ! “ 

“ I wrote you a really sweet song and set it to some music ... of course, I’m gonna beatbox it, ( Name ) ! You know me almost as well as I knew you’d love this ! “

“ We could go see a movie ... but, the only things playing today are rom-coms and you’re going to get kicked out for good if you throw your drink at the screen again and heckle the protagonist. Promise you won’t do that ? “ 

“People think we’re two halves of a whole idiot and I think that’s real love, actually. “ 

“ We can always find a cringy bit of erotica to read out loud. We could even trade off reading the characters, and give them voices, and everything ... You know what ?! Let’s make it a little party ! I’ll start making snacks ... you find the worst rated erotica and we’ll get this party started ! “ 

“ I got us matching stuffed bears ! Ignore those kids crying in the corner -- they traded fair and square ! “ 

“ I tried to make us a nice little dinner, but ... considering all the smoke pouring out of my oven, we should probably just get some take-out for our valentine’s day shindig. “ 

“ Happy Valentine’s Day ! ... Hey, don’t cover the camera while I facetime you from the comfort of my toilet ! That cheap candy you gifted me put me here ! “ 

“ There was this person at your door, dressed really nice ... had some chocolates and flowers in hand. Don’t worry -- I told ‘em to get lost because this is our Pal-entine’s day ! “ 

“ I’m gonna help you get a real date, ( Name. ) I can’t stand sitting here watching you play a dating sim and crying when the wrong character falls in love with you. It’s sad ... and not in an endearing way. “ 

“ Oh ... so I misunderstood the concept of ‘ love-bombing ‘. This is, uh, pretty embarrassing for me considering I’m usually the smart one. “ 

“ We could always get matching tattoos -- I think the tattoo parlor is doing mystery valentine’s day ones for, like, $200 or $250 a pop ! I’m gonna get a lipstick print on my butt cheek so Valentine’s day can always kiss my ass ! “ 

“ What did Saint Valentine do that was so great anyway ? He was a physician or some shit that got murdered in the 3rd century. Wow buddy, everyone dies eventually ... you aren’t that special, you don’t deserve a day for yourself ! “ 

“ The champagne at this Valentine’s Day dance is only complimentary if you drink it quickly and secretly enough ... so, don’t get caught and don’t get any on that outfit I brought you because I only rented it. “ 

“ I hate that people only think of romantic love on valentine’s day. Yeah, maybe we’re only friends, but emotionally ? ... It’s like our souls are naked & playing Xbox in the same room. That’s beautiful to me ! “ 

“ Hey, we don’t have to be dating for me to show you I love you. What says ‘ I love you ‘ more than my mixtape with all the music that reminds me of you ? ... I didn’t even put ‘ Rack City ‘ on there as a palette cleanser. “ 

“ Listen -- at the risk of being cursed or turned into a tree ... you look prettier than Aphrodite ! “

[send-allmyloving]

maybe daisuke with s / o who is his fiancée?

I'm gonna do a headcanon for this one, I hope you don't mind!

Daisuke Kanbe with a fem!s/o as his fiancée

Oh boy oh boy

idk what the fuck you did in your past life to become his fiancée but you hit the fucking JACKPOT

he spoils you rotten

fancy river cruises, private flights to Vienna, relaxing nights at an expensive spa; those are only some of all the extravagant dates he would take you on

he'd buy you all the famous designer brands you wanted even if you didn't ask for them

Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Armani, Versace, you name it, this guy's balance is unlimited so you can expect only the best shit you can get your hands on!

But of course he doesn't pay sole attention to your material desires, Daisuke truly loves you

He just wants to make you feel comfortable and happy is all

That being said, you guys do a lot together

Giving each other massages is a thing

If either of you is stressed, or even if it's the both of you, you'll both have a little spa day where you pamper each other 🥰

Ok but when Daisuke massages you he goes ALL OUT

hot rocks, essential oils, sugar scrubs, whatever the fuck else they use in massages idk ive never had one

You'll feel so relaxed you'll fall asleep lmao

Nights in are usually spent watching movies in his private theater and immaculate bubble baths complete with rose petals, wine, and a charcuterie platter yum

You also like walks around the town, wandering the streets of Tokyo hand-in-hand while admiring the pretty city lights

No shopping, nothing of the sort; just you two and the city view 🥰

Dates at small cafes are a thing, he loves seeing your eyes light up when he feeds you cake :((

And his heart skips a couple beats when he sees u get whipped cream on your mouth after drinking hot chocolate !!

Ofc he kisses it off like a cliché romcom movie star

When you guys are laying in bed he likes to hold your hand and play with your fingers + admire the ring on your finger and smile bc it just makes him so happy that he can spend the rest of his life with you 🥺💞💞

He really loves u ok

Loves kissing you all over your face

Especially loves kissing your cheek and neck

But if he kisses your shoulder.... good luck bc this man is In The Mood

dw tho he'll be very gentle

ANYWAY

He likes having you in his lap when you kiss, it gives him easier access to you

Often slips his hand under your clothing whenever you're kissing just so he can feel your skin against his

Not really in a sexual manner but more like so he can reassure himself that you're with him

Loves feeling you up, not only does he know it makes you feel good, it's also that touching you gives him a sense of security and also makes him feel good knowing you're in his arms and that he can love and protect you 🥺

Kissing is very soft and sensual, he wants to give you every ounce of his love :(((

You'll be on his lap and he'll be slowly moving his lips against yours

Loves to play with your hair and rub your back while you're kissing him

Like I said before, he loves touching you so he's one to run his hands all over you while kissing you

Likes rubbing your arms + you love it too bc it makes u feel warm

Sorta likes to bite your lips and slip his tongue into your mouth at times while you guys kiss hehehe

When you guys pass each other around the house you'll give each other a surprise kiss out of nowhere

Walking past him? BOOM smooch on the cheek

You find him in his office? BOOM you sneak in and smooch him on the head

Smoochies everywhere

He likes to hold your hand a lot

Whatever you guys are doing, if you're next to him he'll just randomly take your hand and intertwine your fingers and he doesn't even look up from his work its rlly cute

Likes to give you kisses on the hand sometimes while he holds them

PDA isn't much of a thing but he'll always have your arm in his or you'll be walking around holding hands + sometimes he likes to pull you close and give you a kiss on the head ❤

He's also a huge romantic

Most probably proposed to you at the top of the Eiffel Tower

Loves slow dancing with you to old love songs

He just loves the pure smile on your face when you dance together, and the setting is so intimate

It's just you and him slowly swaying to the soft music while gazing at each other and it just goes to show how in love you both are with each other :(((

Hold me pls im crying as i write this

Gives you a rose on every date you go on together

The night after your engagement he got you a beautiful necklace that matched your ring

Put it around your neck romcom style before he took you out for a dinner cruise along the Seine river in Paris uwu

Also he thinks you look absolutely stunning in the color red

He just adores you and he's so happy to have you as his fiancée

Long story short you're the luckiest girl in the world and there is no doubting his love for you, he will do anything for you to see you smiling and happy ❤❤

// I hope you like this anon! Sorry this is kinda short lmao also I'm sorry I couldn't write a whole scenario, I thought a headcanon would work better bc it would better elaborate everything abt being his fiancée rather than just focusing on a section of it,, anyways enjoy!!

[babypandawrites]

Allies, Pt. 6

The Fortune Teller

Pairing: Sokka x F Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 4,530 Summary: Meeting Aunt Wu and getting your fortune told by her definitely does not make you come to any realizations at the end of the day. None at all. 

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Sitting a bit away from the rest of the group, Y/n leaned her back against a rock settled on the lake shore. She held a small handmade leather bound journal in her hands, finger tips tracing along the cover. She hummed to herself, squinting at the cover. “Maybe just a small peak…”  “Look!”  Her head snapped up, looking at the others, then looking in the direction Katara had been pointing. She’d been pointing out to the water, where a green catfish jumped from the water before landing back in it. Y/n tucked the journal away.  “He is taunting us… You are so going to be dinner!” As Sokka ran to get his fishing pole, she got up and joined the group.  Sokka tried to cast the pole a few times, but nothing happened. “Hey! Where’s the fishing line.”  “Oh, I didn’t think you would need it, Sokka.” Aang held up the fishing line, it had been twisted into something.  “Aang, it’s all tangled!” “Not tangled- woven .” He airbended a gust of air to push him to his feet, and turned to Katara. “I made you a necklace, Katara. I thought since you lost your other one…” Trailing off, he smiled sheepishly and held out the homemade necklace to Katara. She took it from him.  “Thanks, Aang. I love it.”  Y/n got her bow from where it sat next to the tent, and pulled an arrow from the quiver before joining Sokka at the shore line. He had tossed his fishing pole into the water like a spear, only for it to disappear.  “Stop taunting me!”  She looked at him with an amused expression. “Sokka, I can catch-” Holding up his hand he cut her off. “No! No, I got this.” He drew out his knife, and lunged into the water, trying to catch the fish with it. Her and Aang both watched his antics in amusement.  “So, how do I look?”  Y/n turned back to look at Katara. The girl had put on the necklace Aang gave her, and while Y/n was pretty sure the question hadn’t been directed at her, she still gave her a thumbs up.  “You mean all of you or just your neck? I mean, uh, both look great.”  She raised her eyebrows at Aang. That kid was not very good at hiding his crush. Sokka got out of the lake, holding the fish he had caught as if about to kiss it.  “Smoochie, smoochie, someone’s in love.” The fish flipped around in his hands, knocking him back into the lake and earning a laugh from Y/n.  Aang rubbed at his head in an embarrassed manner. “I… well…”  “Stop teasing him, Sokka.” Katara gave her brother an annoyed look. “Aang’s just a good friend. A sweet little guy- just like Momo.”  “Thanks.” He was clearly put down by her words.  Y/n rested a comforting hand on his shoulder, as a soaking wet Sokka approached the group. He was empty handed, and looked quite upset about it.

At a sound in the distance, Momo flew off in it’s direction. Aang used his airbending to join the lemur atop a large rock. He pointed to the source of the noise. “Someone’s being attacked by a platypus bear!” He jumped off the rock, presumably down to where the attack was taking place.  Sokka and Katara ran off in the direction Aang pointed, as Y/n grabbed her quiver to put on her back, before quickly joining them. The three joined Aang, as a man calmly dodged attacks from the platypus bear. Aang, Katara and Sokka were trying to give advice to the man about how to evade the bear, but he brushed them off, claiming everything would be fine. Appa ended up scaring the platypus bear by roaring at it, not only making it run away but also making it drop an egg.  Sokka went to pick up the egg. “Mmm! Lunch!” He sniffed the egg, before looking at the man. “Lucky for you we came along.”  “Thanks, but everything was already under control. Not to worry, Aunt Wu predicted I’d have a safe journey.” The man put his hands together in a position of prayer and bowed slightly.  “Aunt who?” Aang questioned.  “No, Aunt Wu. She’s the fortune teller from my village. Awfully nice knowing your future.”  Katara looked amazed. “Wow, it must be. That explains why you were so calm.”  “But the fortune teller was wrong! You didn’t have a safe journey, you were almost killed.” “I think us showing up is what made it a safe journey actually, Sokka.”  “The girl has a point. All right, have a good one!” The man gave a wave goodbye to the group, and began walking away, but he turned back again. “Oh, and Aunt Wu said if I met any travelers to give them this.” He handed Aang a long, thin wrapped object and walked away.  “Maybe we should go see Aunt Wu and learn our fortunes. It could be fun.” Katara looked between her friends as she spoke her suggestion.  Sokka waved off his sister's suggestion. “Oh come on, fortune telling is nonsense.”  Glancing between the two siblings, Y/n offered a small shrug. “Even if it is nonsense, it could still be fun.”  “See! Y/n gets it! Kinda.”  “What do ya know, an umbrella!” The three looked over to Aang, who had unwrapped the wrapped up object, which was clearly an umbrella. The sky abruptly darkened as rain began to pour down. Katara smiled, and waterbended the rain into an arch above her head to avoid getting wet. “That proves it.” She ran to join Aang under the opened umbrella.  Y/n found herself joining the two, trying to fit under the umbrella space as well. Sokka held the egg above his head. “No it doesn’t, you can’t really tell the future.” “I guess you’re not really getting wet then.” 

The four walked down the road. Aang, Katara and Y/n were dry under the umbrella while Sokka was getting soaking again from walking in the rain.  “Of course she predicted it was gonna rain. The sky’s been gray all day.”  “Just admit you might be wrong and you can come under the umbrella.”  Y/n nodded at Katara’s words. “The umbrella life is pretty nice, I really recommend it.”  He looked at them blankly. “Look, I’m going to predict the future now.” Sokka made a bunch of funny movements and noises, before speaking in an exaggerated voice.. “It’s going to keep drizzling.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “See!” The rain instantly stopped, and the sun came out.  “Not everyone has the gift, Sokka.” Aang closed the umbrella as he spoke.  Appa came up on the group, passing Sokka, he shook out his fur causing the boy to be drenched more. 

Soon, they came across a village sat atop a snowy mountain. When they entered through the gates of the village a herald dressed in black greeted them.  “Aunt Wu is expecting you.”  “Really?” Though it was something simple, it still seemed to amaze Katara in a way.  The group followed the man as he led them to a building, closing the door once all four were inside. There were four sitting pillows placed on the ground. A young girl dressed in a pink kimono with her hair tied into large braids entered the room.  “My name is Meng and I’m Aunt Wu’s assistant.” The girl seemed to take a quick interest in Aang. “Well hello there.”  He rubbed his nose. “Hello.”  Y/n took a seat on one of the pillows, Aang and Katara joining her.  “Can I get you some tea, or some of Aunt Wu’s special bean curd puffs?”  Sokka sat down as well. “I’ll try a curd puff.”  “Just a second.” Meng bent down to address Aang. “So what’s your name?”  “Aang.” “That rhymes with Meng! And you’ve got some pretty big ears, don’t you?”  “Uh… I guess..” Aang seemed confused, rightfully so.  “Oh, don’t be so modest. They’re huge!” Sokka spread out his arms wide.  Y/n elbowed him in the side, as Aang looked at him angrily.  “Well Aang, it is very nice to meet you. Very nice.”  “Likewise.”  Meng exited the room, leaving the four by themselves.  “I can’t believe we’re here in the house of nonsense.”  “Try to keep an open mind, Sokka. There are things in this world that just can’t be explained. Wouldn’t it be nice to have some insight into your future?”  “It would be nice to have some bean curd puffs.”  Katara seemed annoyed by her brother, and his disbelief. Y/n rested her chin in her hands, and looked over to her.  “You really believe in this stuff don’t you, Katara?”  “You don’t?” She offered a small shrug. “Not particularly. It’s just assumptions and intuition.”  Katara looked at her with a blank expression. “You really agree with Sokka?”  “I don’t think it’s nonsense.” “But, you don’t believe in it?”  “I just don’t think it’s some magical ability, there’s logic set behind it that mostly consists of guesses.”  As Katara rolled her eyes, a woman walked into the room. “Welcome young travelers.” This must be Aunt Wu. “Now, who’s next? Don’t be shy.”  Aang, Y/n and Sokka all being disinterested, Katara stood up. “I guess that’s me.”  She walked away following Aunt Wu into another room. Sokka was chowing down on the curd puffs they were given.  “Not bad. Not bad. Mmmm!” He offered some to Aang, who declined. Y/n grabbed one from the tray when he offered them to her. Her nose wrinkled when he tried it, they weren’t really her cup of tea.  Aang looked between the two. “So… what do you think they’re talking about back there?”  “Boring stuff, I’m sure. Love. Who she’s going to marry. How many babies she’s gonna have.” Sokka shrugged as he spoke, eating another curd puff.  “Yeah… dumb stuff like that…” Aang bit at his fingernails. “Well, I’ve gotta find a bathroom!” He jumped up and ran off.  Y/n raised an eyebrow. “What’s his deal?”  Sokka stretched out over Aang and Katara’s pillows. “Probably going to listen to my sisters dumb palm reading.” “Makes sense.” 

After a few minutes Aang came back, clearly pleased by whatever he heard. “Looks like someone had a pretty good bathroom break.” “Yeah, when I was in there-” Sokka cut him off. “I don’t wanna know!”  Aunt Wu and Katara walked back out. The woman looked between the three. “Who’s next?”  “Okay, let’s get this over with.” Sokka pushed himself to his feet.  “Your future is full of struggle and anguish, most of it self-inflicted.”  “But, you didn’t read my palms or anything!” “I don’t need to- It’s written all over your face.”  Y/n held back a laugh. “Um, I can go.”  Aunt Wu looked over her for a short moment, before nodding. “Follow me.”  She got up from her seat, and followed the woman off into the room Katara had been in prior. The two sat down across from each other. Aunt Wu carefully grabbed onto her hand, and looked over her palm.  “Is there anything you’d like to know?”  “Uh…” Y/n thought for a short moment. “I’m.. not sure?”  “How about we take a look at your love line.”  “Alright.”  The woman traced her finger tip along her palm. “You will have a difficult and tragic love. Many things will go wrong, and there is no guarantee of reconciliation.”  She grimaced. “That sounds…”  “Horrible? It will be.”  “Um… Is there anything else you're seeing..?”  Aunt Wu hummed for a short moment. “I can see… where your soulmate is from. The Water Tribe.”  “Wa-Water Tribe..? Southern or Northern?!”  “That I don’t know. Though I can see you will care for several children in your future.”  “Oh. Can you.. See anything about my future in general?”  “Let’s see… Things will get worse, before they get better. Secrets will only harm you in the long run.”  She gulped.  “That is all.” 

After Aang’s reading, the group left.  “Well, now you got to see for yourselves that fortunetelling is just a big, stupid hoax.”  Katara rolled her eyes at her brother. “You’re just saying that because you’re going to make yourself unhappy your whole life.” “That woman is crazy! My life will be calm! And happy! And joyful!” Sokka got more upset with each word he spoke. He kicked a small rock off the ground, causing it to ricochet off a nearby sigh and hit him on the head knocking him back. “Ow! That doesn’t prove anything!” Y/n helped him off the ground. “If talking to that woman told me anything, it’s that she’s speaking nonsense.”  “You just didn’t like what you were told.”  She looked at Katara with a blank expression. “Clearly.” Her tone was sarcastic.  “Well, I liked my predictions. Certain things are going to turn out very well.” Katara clasped her hands together.  “They sure are.”  “Why, what did she tell you?”  Aang offered a smile to Katara. “Some stuff. You’ll find out.”  They all approach a large crowd that’s gathered at the center of the village square. Most of the people in the crowd stood in silence, looking up at the sky.  Katara looked up as well. “What’s with the sky?” “We are waiting for Aunt Wu to come and read the clouds to predict the fate of the whole village.” One of the men in the crowd offered the answer.  “The whole village?” Y/n looked at the man oddly when he nodded. “Interesting…” Weird stuff.  Aang pointed up. “That cloud looks like a fluffy bunny.” “You better hope that’s not a bunny- The fluffy bunny cloud forecast doom and destruction.”  “Do you even hear yourself?”  The man looked at Sokka with an annoyed expression. A woman from the crowd took a step towards them.  “The cloud reading will tell us if Mount Makapu will remain dormant for another year or if it will erupt.”  “We used to have a tradition once a year of going up the mountain to check the volcano ourselves, but ever since Aunt Wu moved to the village twenty years ago we have a tradition of not doing that.”  Sokka’s expression twisted to a mix of confusion and outrage. “I can’t believe you would trust your lives to that crazy old woman’s superstition.”  “Seriously…”  Katara shushed the two. “She’s coming!”  Aunt Wu walked down and through the crowd, getting up to the stage that had been set up. She gave out several predictions, all of which pleased the village members to hear, one of which included that the volcano would not erupt this year.”  Scoffing, Sokka gently elbowed Y/n in the side. “You think she’s crazy too, right?”  “Well,” Pausing, she turned her head to look at him. Your soulmate is from the Water Tribe. “Yeah, definitely. She’s talking nonsense.” She breathed out a nervous laugh. “I’m gonna go see what Katara is up to uh- See you later!”  Y/n turned fast on her heel and rushed off. 

Arms crossed over her chest, Y/n paced in the space in front of Appa. The bison was laying on the ground, just outside the village gates. He let out a grunt. She halted in her steps, looking over to him.  “You’re right, I’m stressing out about this way too much. I mean, why am I even freaking out? Aunt Wu’s predictions are just nonsense, right? You think they’re nonsense too don’t you, Appa?”  Her eyebrows furrowed together as he grunted. “No, they have to be nonsense. There’s no way that Sokka could be my soulmate, that’s ridiculous. Right?”  Appa gave another grunt, she frowned. “You’re not making me feel better here, Appa.”  Sighing, she began pacing again. “Maybe I should talk to her again? I know, I know, I said her prediction’s are nonsense, but in the case they aren’t … She didn’t tell me if my soulmate was from the Southern Water Tribe or the Northern Water Tribe, if I get another reading maybe she can pick that up…”  The bison grunted again, causing Y/n to look at him with an offended expression. “You could at least pretend to agree with me! This is why I take my issues to Momo, he’s much better at this than you!” Pausing she reached a hand out and patted his head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. You’re definitely the better advice animal, Appa. You’re right, I’m just being crazy, it doesn’t matter. Thanks for the help Appa, I’m gonna go find the others now.”  As she walked back into the village, Y/n scoffed. “I’m being crazy? Ridiculous, Appa is clearly the crazy one here…”  Approaching Aunt Wu’s house, Y/n gave Aang a confused stare as he shouted something at a walking away Katara.  “You good there bud?”  Surprised by her sudden appearance, Aang jumped slightly. “Huh- Yeah. I’m fine.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you okay, Y/n? You were acting kind of weird earlier.” “Wh-! I was not acting weird. I don’t act weird!” She pointed an accusatory finger at him. “You’re acting weird!”  “Uh-huh… You’re not here to get another reading, are you? Didn’t you say Aunt Wu was speaking nonsense?”  Gulping, she looked to the side nervously. “I’m not! And she is!” As if on cue, the front door was opened, Aunt Wu standing on the other side. “I knew you would be coming back eventually.”  Aang gave her a look.  “Shut up.” Y/n turned quickly, and shuffled into the building.  “You would like for your question from before to be answered, is that right?” Aunt Wu asked, as the two entered her fortune telling room.  “Well uh-” Y/n breathed out a sigh, looking to the ground shamefully. “Yeah.”  The woman led her over to an urn, it had been filled with bones. “Let’s try something else this time, pick one.” She motioned to the urn.  Y/n looked at it for a moment, before picking one. They sat down, and she threw the bone into the fire when Aunt Wu instructed her too. The bone started to crack, small gaps forming in it. “Let’s see what it says.” Aunt Wu leaned closer to the fire, observing them. “The answer to your question, I’m still not seeing. But I can see that you will reunite with a family member soon.”  “You’re sure? There’s nothing about it at all?”  Another crack formed in the bone. “Ah… here it is. He will be from the Southern Tribe.”  “The Southern Tribe…” Y/n was quick to push herself up to her feet. “I see well uh- thank you.” She bolted out of the house, uttering a quick apology to Katara when she shoved past her.  Yeah, no. That woman was crazy! That couldn’t be true, there was no way- Y/n grunted, as she aggressively ran into somebody. She stumbled a bit, but was able to steady herself.  “Ah- Sorry about t-” Realizing who she ran into, she’d cut herself off. “Oh wow, look at that, I have to go!” She turned and was ready to rush off, but a firm grip on her arm stopped her.  “Woah- Wait! We need to find Katara and warn everyone. The volcano is going to erupt.”  A very obvious wave of relief washed over her, as she turned to look at Sokka. “The volcano is going to erupt? So- Aunt Wu was wrong?”  Aang and Sokka shared a look, before both offered a nod in confirmation. She breathed out a sigh of relief. “Thank spirits… I mean- Not about the volcano thing that’s really bad but the Aunt- You know what nevermind, we need to get going and warn everybody!”  As she started to walk away, Aang leaned closer to Sokka. “You think she’s acting weird, right?”  “Definitely.”  “Are you two coming or not?!” 

The three found Katara, waiting outside of Aunt Wu’s door, which wasn’t exactly a surprise to any of them.  Aang offered her a small wave of greeting. “Hi, Katara.”  “Can you believe she won’t let me in? And after all the business I’ve given her?”  Y/n raised an eyebrow at the girl. “But, she doesn’t even charge.”  “I know, but still.”  “Well, we have other things to worry about. Aunt Wu was wrong about the volcano.” Sokka stepped into the conversation, causing Katara to look at him with an expression of annoyance and doubt. “Sokka, you tried to convince me she was wrong before. It’s going to take an awful lot to change my min-”  She was cut off but the rumbling sound of the mountain erupting to life, smoke started to raise from the top of it.  “Oh no!”  The group rushed to the town square, to warn the villagers. They were able to get the villagers attention, and now stood with several people surrounding them.  “Everyone! That volcano is gonna blow any second. Aunt Wu was wrong!” Sokka tried to warn the crowd, but they didn’t seem to be buying it. “Yeah, yeah, we know you don’t believe in Aunt Wu, ‘Mr, Science and Reason Lover’.”  Y/n let out a groan. “This isn’t about belief! It’s about fact, and the fact is that volcano is going to blow!” “Yeah, we know you don’t believe in Aunt Wu either.”  Slapping her palm to her forehead, she sighed. “These people are idiots.”  “If you won’t listen to them, maybe you’ll listen to me. I want to believe Aunt Wu and her predictions as you do, but my brother and Aang saw the lava with their own eyes.” The villagers didn’t even listen to Katara’s warning and reason.  “Well I heard Aunt Wu’s prediction with my own ears.”  Aang airbended himself up onto the roof of Aunt Wu’s house. “Please listen to us! You are all in danger! And we have to get out of here. You can’t rely on Aunt Wu’s prediction. You have to take fate into your own hands.”  An explosion came from the volcano, Sokka pointed in it’s direction. “Look! Can your fortune telling explain that?”  “Can your science explain why it rains?”  “Yes! Yes it can!”  The crowd wasn’t convinced, and ended up dispersing back to their homes. Y/n pinched the bridge of her nose as they left, shaking her head. Katara breathed out a sigh. “They just won’t listen to reason.”  “But they will listen to Aunt Wu.” Aang spoke up, landing back on the ground with them.  Sokka’s eyebrows furrowed together. “I know, that’s the problem.”  “Well, it’s about to become the solution. We’re taking fate in our own hands. First, I need to borrow Aunt Au’s cloud reading book.” 

With the plan set, they each did their own part to make it happen. While Aang snuck into Aunt Wu’s house to get her cloud reading book, Y/n, Sokka and Katara stood watch. Once he had it, they split into pairs. Aang and Katara flew up on Appa to change the shape of the clouds, while Y/n and Sokka went to get Aunt Wu.  “Aunt Wu! You’ll never believe it.” Y/n spoke, as the two guided her up to the stage from before.  When they got to it, Sokka pointed at the sky. “Look! Something is happening to the clouds!”  “That’s very strange. It shouldn’t…. Oh my!”  One of the clouds had been shaped into a skull, to signal volcanic doom.  Aang addressed the crowd of villagers when him and Katara got back. “We can still save the village if we act fast. Sokka has a plan.”  “Lava is gonna flow downhill to this spot. If we can dig a deep enough trench we can channel all the lava away from the village to the river.”  “If any of you are earthbenders come with me.”  A twin raised his hand. “I’m an earthbender!” The other twin raised his hand as well. “I’m not!”  “Everyone else grab a shovel-” Another explosion sounded, cutting Sokka off. “Come on, we’ve gotta hurry!”  They all hurried to start digging out a trench, using the means of both manual work and earthbending. The volcano had started to spew lava, by the time the trench was finished and led into the river.  “Everyone needs to evacuate! We’ll come for you when it’s safe!” At Aang’s direction, the villagers ran to safety. The group watched as lava started to race down the side of the volcano, engulfing the village gate and soon the cemetery. Once it reached the trench, it filled it rapidly.  “It’s too much! It’s gonna overflow!” Katara shouted, as the lava filled to the top of the trench.  Another explosion rocks the ground, burning rocks begin to rain down, along with ash. Y/n, Katara and Sokka began to run away, but stopped realizing Aang stood in place.  He ran forward, launching himself into the air with his bending. As the lava begins to overflow, he blows the lava back to keep it from advancing from the village. He drew in a large breath before expelling it, using his airbending to cool the lava into stone. The three watched in awe.  Y/n wiped at the sweat beading on her forehead. “Woah.”  “Man, sometimes I forget what a powerful bender that kid is.”  Katara looked over at her brother. “Wait, what did you just say?”  “Nothing, just that Aang is one powerful bender.”  “I suppose he is…” 

After the volcano situation was successfully dealt with, everyone had gone back to the town square. Aang returned the cloud book back to Aunt Wu.  “By the way, we kind of borrowed your book.”  “So you messed with the clouds did you!” She snatched the book angrily from his grip, before beginning to laugh. “Very clever!”  Turning his attention away from the two, Sokka addressed the villagers. “No offense, but I hope this taught everyone a lesson about not relying too much on fortune telling.”  “But Aunt Wu predicted the village wouldn’t be destroyed, and it wasn’t. She was right, after all.” One of the men spoke up. Sokka got in his face. “I hate you.”  Y/n looked between the two with an amused expression. “He has a point.” Pausing, her eyebrows furrowed together and her eyes widened. “Oh spirits, he has a point.” She dropped her head into her hands.  Katara grabbed her brother by the shoulders. “It’s ok, Sokka. Everything’s gonna be alright.”  Y/n held her head in her hands for a few moments, only looking up when someone nudged her in the shoulder. Ah, Sokka, great.  “So,” Turning to face him, she raised a questioning eyebrow at the boy. “So?”  “That was some pretty good trenching you did out there. You’re pretty strong.” Pausing, Sokka reached out and gently punched her in the arm. “For a girl.” He spoke in a joking tone, grinning wide.  “Oh, uh, thanks. You’re pretty strong yourself.” Y/n punched him in the arm, but much harder than he’d done to her. “For a boy.”  He winced, rubbing at the spot she hit. “Ow! I mean-” He cleared his throat. “That didn’t hurt.”  She let out a laugh. “Sure it didn’t.”  Climbing up on Appa as the group readied for their departure, she ignored the thought in her head that said Aunt Wu’s prediction might not be that bad.

[kuroos-babie]

Chubby S/O HCs

Sugawara x gn!Reader | Tanaka x gn!Reader | Iwaizumi x gn!Reader

[ Headcanons ]

Request: hi omg!! i love ur blog sm!! i was wondering if i could request sugawara, tanaka and iwazumi with a chubby!reader who is insecure with their body?? if not i totally get it lolol!! tysm!! —anonymous

a/n: thank u for the request anon!! i really enjoyed these and pls let me remind u that no matter your shape and size, you are beautiful! i'm really bad at comforting people esp with regards to insecurities so if i ever offend someone with these pls do tell me ;(

❀ okay before we start i just wanna say that i headcanon suga as someone who loves baking sweets in his free time

❀ that being said, he loves spoiling you with sweets— cookies, pastries, cakes, bread, literally anything he feels like making

❀ LOOOOVES FEEDING U AND U CAN'T CHANGE MY MIND

"angel, i made u some banana bread with extra choco chips" (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

your eyebrows would furrow in hesitation, finding it hard to refuse your sweet boyfriend's offer

"thank u, koushi, but i'll pass"

(‘◉⌓◉’) "do u want something else? i can make u something else for tomorrow if u'd like"

"no, baby, i'm just thinking i'm getting a little pudgier"

❀ would look at you with so much bewilderment bec??? what do you mean??

❀ he thinks you're cute like that and will not hesitate to tell you

❀ will NOT force you to eat his sweets if u really don't want to tho

❀ would look for healthier alternatives so he can continue to spoil u with his baking while not making u guilty for eating sweets

❀ would never miss a chance to tell you how pretty you are— how amazingly gorgeous you look every hour of the day

❀ oh BOY

❀ since you two got together, he always has his hands on you some way or another as long as you are within reach

❀ enjoys holding you and squeezing and pawing at you

❀ especially loves your thighs!!

❀ he'll rest his hands on top of them any chance he gets— occasionally kneading or drumming a random beat against your skin

❀ will not give you a chance to be insecure with your body with the way he worships it in his every waking hour

"look at my pretty baby, you're so beautiful god i could look at you all day, all pretty in my arms like this"

❀ it was almost a mantra he recites whenever he sees you, overwhelmed with the thought that he gets to have someone like you to call his

❀ if he ever notices you ever doubting your appearance, he's ready with the smoochies >:(

❀ would shower you with kisses all over your body everyday just to show you how perfectly beautiful you are in his eyes

❀ loves how soft you are and how you fit perfectly in his arms and on his lap

❀ especially loves your tummy 🥺

❀ pls he could NOT get enough!!!

❀ lies down on it to take naps as you pet at his hair— gOD he would sigh so contentedly bec mmm warm mmm soft

❀ on days where you don't seem to love your body as much, he would wrap his arms around your waist as he stands close behind you

❀ slips his hands inside your shirt to have them rest on top of your stomach, thumb gently rubbing and fingers slightly squeezing at it as he presses kisses on your shoulder, your cheeks and on your hair

❀ doesn't really say much, just simple praises but his actions always carry all that he wants you to know

❀ that you're beautiful no matter what and he never ever wants you to doubt that

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[thelemmerpie]

You look at your watch, and the same question since the beginning of the school year crosses your mind.

Why having classes on saturday morning?

Everyone is tired, except the teacher. Everyone will have to work this weekend. Students never have a vacation, only stolen time paid from sleepless nights.

Whatever. Since you know Mandy, your saturdays to you two are as free as possible and almost nothing prevents you from seeing each other. Every week, you end up in your favorite italian restaurant for a dinner, often accompanied by a night of pleasure in your flat, or hers. Even if it's still impossible for you to live with each other, spending the weekends together is not uncommon. So much that she has clothes and toilet stuff in your appartment, and vice versa.

You thought about her face floating above a table, lit by candles. It perfumes your spirit and you quickly forget the courses. Gracious, her smile revealing so cute dimples, her long and willowy hair tumbling down like a waterfall made of the most sleeked mirror on her oppulent chest, more or less revealed according to her mood...You're already on a cloud only by thinking about her. The day is beautiful, your eyes closes while you're smiling, and nothing can lift you out of your contemplation.

-Mr. Johnson seems already on weekend. Unless he's still in dreamland?

Almost nothing. The comment is as striking as a bucket of iced water. You turn your head to the old vulture who serves as a teacher. The bun as tight as her thin pinched lips, she looks at you with eyes ready to throw lightning. You stutt.

-Sorry mam'. Tiredness.

-Think about sleeping at night, young man.

As if you could afford it...This first year of master's degree in plastic arts, sculpture course, is more exhausting than expected.You wish you could rest your head every night on Mandy, which is impossible. Since she obtained a bachelor's degree and works on the other side of the city, she had to take a flat. You, you stayed on the campus. Life is good inside it, but not as much as with her.

The rest of the class is deadly boring, but you strive to make as many notes as you can. Finally, after what seems like hours, the old harpy frees you by asking you to return a project for the next time.

You turn on your phone and the notifications appears. Mandy sent you a text. You open it right away, hoping for a soft message to wait until tonight.

"I'm sorry, I have to cancel dinner tonight"

A fleeting moment passes, then an immense disappointment falls like a hawk on his prey (and on your heart. And on your libido). This is not the first time that one of you cancels at the last moment, but it's always unpleasant. Nevertheless, you decide to not hold it against her, even if it saddens you.

"Too bad :'(  All you alright? I miss you so much ".

The answer doesn't take long to arrive.

"Yes, I'm fine, but I really cannot go out yet."

She doesn't give you more details, which worries you a bit. Usually, you immediately tell to the other the reasons for the cancellation. You are puzzled, but you trust her and don't insist.

"If you need anything, I can go to your house tonight. Shop, or anything else. What about pizzas and a movie on the TV ?"

"Yes ! That would be wonderful, and much better ! If I can't go out right now, I can at least let you in ~~ I'm sending you a list."

It's autumn, but the heat persists and the blue sky makes you want a sandwich. You would like her to be there, by your side, lying in the still soft green grass, but she never liked the heat for a simple reason : finding suitable clothes to go out in such heat is almost impossible. Not because of being overweight, no. At least, not all over her body. It's a very local overweight: a macromastia.

As a teenager, her chest was already growing at an impossible rate. At 17, she was competing with the most buxom models you'd ever seen. Since then, her chest continues to grow steadily. Every four months, she is forced to buy new bras. Whole boxes of old underwear hang around her house.

She learned to do with it. As soon as she's back home, she unravels the torture instrument to free her chest. If it excited you at first, it fast becomed as common as taking off your shoes. Ignoring her chest is clearly impossible, especially when it jumps in all directions. But the moments you prefer are those quite ones where you are together to the couch, watching TV while behaving and more if you're in the mood. These moments are still too rare. You hope this will change one day. In such a big city, your respective obligations separates you and if you get closer, it would be your obligations that would be too far from you.

You sigh. In just over a year, you'll be able to live together. Her father has promised you a job in his molding company, and he already considers you two as married. Maybe you'll even be able to take up his business later. A clear path, a good job, a dream girlfriend, and a lovely family in law. It's well worth it to endure on saturday mornings with the vulture and work like a madman.

You finish your sandwich when your phone vibrates again. It's Mandy. A short list is displayed. She doesn't need much : food, some medicine...And new bras.

There, you frown.

She bought some two weeks ago, and they were already costing a fortune, in addition to being horribly uncomfortable. Having a big chest is considered as chance, but the bad sides can be counted easily : besides the expensive and inconvenient underwears, you can cite the look of others and the lustful solicitations from complete strangers when you go out in the street.

And yet, you've never seen her complain. No back pain, a body of foolproof flexibility, and an amused satisfaction when she surprises the eyes of others dive into her deep cleavage. She likes to seduce as well, but has always looked for someone who would consider her as something much than a toy for a titfuck. Her breasts didn't leave you indifferent, but you quickly became interested about her to the point that even naked, you can discuss with her as when she wears a triple layer of thick clothes, in autumn and winter, the only seasons where she can go out without problems. Her two favorite seasons have quickly become yours as she feels comfortable.

And yet, what a pair !

You could carve it from memory on pink marble, with all the details that her body offers. Round, no, a little oval. Glossy, smooth, plumped in her clothes, looking like a silicon bag that other women implant themselves. Except that she's natural. It's so unlikely that many people find it hard to believe, at the point that "fake boobs" yeled loudly always been an insult. Harassment, she knows that. But she has always been proud of her body, and you have always been proud of her. People talk, you live your love, that's enough for you two.

You keep thinking about your sculpture. Her tits would be nothing without gravity, of course. A challenge, to account for a chest so beautiful, so full, but that falls so little. Languid into the lustiness of her own pleasure, as she is after love. She's like her chest: proud, but so smoochy when she loves...

And the nipples, of course ! Small, discreet, as cute and innocent as infants. Two small chicks hatched by two aerolas, soft hen mums. Everytime, you vacillate between kissing them softly or sucking them. Everything in her is so perfect that to soil her would be a crime, if she wern't agree to welcome you near her and into her.

Nevertheless. New bras just two weeks after buying other is strange. Have they broke ? With a chest like hers, nothing surprises you anymore.Those before were worse than grandmother's bras. Thick sackcloths, oversized sports bras, with braces stretching out day after day, until her breasts overflowed and compressed her too much. A sexy photo later, you left to buy others. Shopping with her is always a pleasure, even if shops providing sizes at her convenience are increasingly rare.

You call her, and her voice soon rings in your ears.

-Hello, Danny ?

-Mandy, sweetie, I got your list. Had you not...already bought new bras recently?

It still gets you to be embarrassed to talk about her breasts, sometimes, and you must carefully prepare your words in order to not blush. You prefer to look at them and touch them, in silence, without any other noise than her pleasure moans.

-Sorryyyyyyyy ~~ . But I can't do otherwise. I can't go out with the old ones, it's getting worse and worse.

-Better and better, you mean ?

-For you, yes.

-And for you too. I know you love your breasts.

-Stop, she said, laughing. Or I could cancel the pizza tonight.

-You wouldn't dare !

The indignation in your voice is falsely exaggerated, which makes her laugh once again.

-If the handsome and brave knight carries out his mission and goes shopping, maybe the princess will send him a foretaste of what awaits him...

-An antipasti before the pizza, hm? I'll be curious to see what you're making...

-First, shop. I will prepare everything for tonight.

You're about to say goodbye to her, when a genius idea comes to you.

- What if I buy candles?

- What for?

- You know...candlelit dinner?

- For delivery pizzas ? No thanks. And then, I'm lazy to do the dishes. They have grown so much that I start having back pain...

-Really? In this case, prepare your oils for a long and good massage.

You hear hear murmuring with satisfaction.

-Very well, brave knight. If you manage to kill the hunchbacked dragon, the princess will offer you more than an antipasti.

-It's a great honor you give me, my lady.

-Come on, hang up. The shop will not make it himself.

- See ya, sweetie.

-See ya, cutie.

You hang up, a smile on your lips. Never in your life had you had such spars with anyone before. Each of her words brings you joy. Hurry the day you move in with her : your happiness will be complete.

But now, groceries. Your phone is vibrating again. It's a text sent by Mandy.

"I called Georgina this morning, you just have to take the package and pay. It's a huge lucky break, she has just renewed her supplies and agreed to take back those of two weeks ago. I will repay you".

The advantage of being a loyal and regular customer for out-of-the-ordinary clothing is that the ladies around the globe forms a small private club where they can discuss and exchange advice and services. The shop she usually goes to is far away, but it's a warm one and the woman who holds it is super great. Georgina, the manager, is a little old woman as wrinkled as an apple and had the same chest problems. She quickly decided to help women like her. If the bras remaines expensive, she gladly takes over the old ones to retouch them. She's even made customized tailor-made. But as long as Mandy's breasts will continue to grow at a breakneck pace, it will be useless and she clearly told you that : "I should take new measurements immediately after my work is done. I'd never seen that ! Go on like this, my little one, and congratulations, young man ! "

The shop bell tolls when you enter into it. Some times later, Georgina comes out of the back shop and greets you, delighted as you go forward the sale desk.

-Ah, Daniel ! I received Mandy's message. This girl beats all records, I made a new storpile just for her ! Only two weeks, and you'd think she took six months all at once !

-Thank you, Georgina, this is the first time that happens ...

-Tell me about it ! I've never seen that ! Fortunately, I have a good contact in England. Tell her to slow down, she never listened to me! It's not like you're not already happy with what she have, huh?

You try to show a neutral face, as every time Georgina talks about your relationship. Some grandmothers are discreet, but the old seamstress would be able to collapse buildings just by talking. Like every time, you fail and can only display a shy smile.

- I'll tell him, thanks. How much do I owe you?

The old woman sweeps the air with her hand and rejects the imaginary money.

-Nothing ! We'll see that when she returns the others. Knowing her, she didn't even touch it. She made her measurements, but I put her several sizes just in case. She will only have to bring me back as soon as possible.

-Thank you so much for your generosity. Without you, we don't know what she would do.

-Bah, we have to stick together! It was even worse when I was young.. Corsets that choked you even more than the things I'm selling today ! I say, I can't wait the day we can go out without it, half naked, like you men, without being attacked at every street corner! It's not Mandy that would bother ! Beautiful melons as big and as firm as the pectorals of my late husband !

You agree, but you don't know what to say. You may have an empty look, because Georgina allows you to leave.

-Ah, you men ! Go find your beauty and make us beautiful children, it will make my pleasure !

-Yes Ma’am. Thank you Ma’am.

You leave the shop, a second opaque plastic bag in your hands. Even through it, you can feel the fabric of the cup. The more Mandy's breasts grow, the less they seems thick, padded, comfortable. As for the shoulder's straps, they must be tight to cut off her skin. You can't wait the day she'll be able to wear custom made bras for her ease. You send her a text.

"I have groceries and bras, Georgina didn't charge me and she added several sizes just in case."

The answer is quick to arrive.

"Really ? Wonderful ! I'm gonna jump on her neck when I see her. How long before you get in?"

"An hour, I just went out"

"Too looooong..."

You strat to write, but another one appears.

"Here's a little something that will make you want to come even more faster..."

A few seconds later, your reward appears on your screen. It's been a while since you're used to her chest, but your mouth is opening and it takes little to make you drool.

She never sent photos of her completely naked, preferring provocation in exciting clothes. Sometimes she sends you her pretty face. Sometimes full body in a simple, wise, accompanied by her long hair that always makes you fall in love with her when you gaze at them. This time, they are tied over her head, revealing her neck, shoulders and thin arms. She seems to come out of the shower, a few drops still bead of her soft skin A new pair of diving breasts, with monstrous cleavage, overflowing beyond a towel about to explode.

You totally understand the need for new bras. At sight of the nose, only the widest will fit.

And sh's only 21 years old. And she has not finished her growth yet.

In size, yes. Not in cup size.

A new text appears.

"Have you choosed your pizza yet ?"

"I don't know, I'm in a mood for a snack right now. A stuffed sandwich, if you know what I mean ;-)"

“I thought you was in a romantic mood ? Candles of for lightning, not for BDSM, we agrée ?”

"You're impossible, as your jokes"

"No, I'm real. Why don't you touch me, if you don't believe ? I'm still waiting for my brave bra knight ;-) ".

The bus is here. You close your phone, ranks right at the bottom of your pocket so that no one can suspect your activities, and you sit down in a quiet corner. 

Something tells you that you will not have time for eating tonight.

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Model is MandaDawn, on Patreon and Onlyfans. That photo is clearly not the best, from two or three years ago when she was on tumblr, but I don’t know why, it inspired me with the force of a train. I barely touched her story since her breasts are effectively still growing, for an actual X cup.

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Coming Down

submission for the bi-ficathon, what a beautiful month this is going to be.

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“It’s embarrassing!” I whined, “I have female genitalia, I should know how to please female genitalia.”

 Head thrown back against the back of the sofa in despair, my eyes squeezed tight to avoid the amused grin on his face.

 “I just don’t get it,” I sighed. My eyelids fluttered open as my head rolled to look to him, attempting to hide his smirk behind his drink. Gaze focused softly on the movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed, I continued, “I can’t eat pussy to save my life but can suck a dick just fine?”

 “More than fine from what I’ve heard.” Harry teased, quickly followed by another long gulp of water.

 “Never dating any of your friends again.” I grumbled, avoiding his eyes by fiddling with the trim of a cushion.

 “Good, fed up of hearing about that thing you do with your—”

“Hey!” I interrupt him with a firm prod in his arm. With a sigh, I slump back into the plush cushions, grumbling, “Don’t know why I’m ever talking to you about this, not like you’ve ever had a complaint.”

 “Could give you some tips if you like.” He replies with a smug grin. It takes everything I have not to smack that beautiful smirk away.

 “Very funny.” I mutter, turning my attention back to the television.

 “I kind of mean it…” Harry says gently, warmly. “Your date isn’t for a few hours. I could help.”

 His proposition stops me. It’s not a crazy idea. I would be learning from an expert, according to the stories I have heard. It definitely would not hurt to be able to avoid another awkward conversation with a girl after trying my very hardest and still not getting them where they need to be. Fuck it.

 “Okay, hit me.” I say with a touch of faux confidence.

 “Right… um, what do you—I mean, I could just start from the beginning, the kind of stuff I do?”

 I nod.

 “Okay, so obviously every person is different, this is just what I’ve experienced with the women I’ve been with,” I smirk at his little disclaimer before he continues on, “but I’d say go slow, really take your time and appreciate them.”

 “I need specifics, Styles, help a girl out.” I plead teasingly, trying to play off the fact that I was mentally storing every word he spoke.

 “Just, you know, kiss them.” He says, hands gesticulating wildly as he searches for the right words.

 “Wow, thanks genius. Maybe I should just google it.” I groan, more frustrated with myself than with him.

 “Fine, kiss her everywhere!” Harry exclaims exasperatedly, leaning back into the sofa. He takes a moment to look up at the ceiling, avoiding my shocked gaze at his sudden outburst. Harry is always so calm and relaxed, seeing him so suddenly worked up feels jarring to say the least, particularly when his eyes fix on a patch of paint on the ceiling, softening as he returns to his natural state and pours his heart into every word he speaks.. “Kiss every bit of her, show her how beautiful you find her and how lucky you are to get to see her like that because you’ve not been able to get the thought out of your head since you met her.”

 There is a beat of silence. My gaze falls to Harry’s throat, bobbing gently as he swallows. Eyes quickly flitting back to his face, as if I have been caught out, I meet his eyes. Their usual warmth remains, but there is something almost pained lurking.

 “Then give her some good old swirly whirly coochie smoochies.”

 “You’re vile.” I tell him, eyes rolling dramatically at his sudden change of tone. At least he makes himself laugh. And maybe me too a little bit. “I’m serious, Harry, help me.” I whine.

 “Okay, serious tips.” He turns to face me now, sitting cross-legged and enthusiastic enough for me to mirror his position, our knees occasionally grazing. “As with most sex stuff, the wetter the better.”

 It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes at him, understanding deep down that what he says is true, despite its less than romantic appearance.

 “Just try a bunch of stuff and see what she likes. Start slow and kind of all over… then I think you can focus in on certain areas. Then you can vary patterns, pressure and area and all that good stuff.”

 “I once tried the whole ‘lick the alphabet’ thing but that didn’t seem to work.” I confess, heat storing itself in my cheeks.

 “Yeah, I had a similar thing, heard it was great but in practice… not so much.” I cannot help but smile at his response, not judging me in the slightest for my lack of knowledge and experience. “I think consistency is really underrated. When you find something that works stick to it. And communicate obviously.”

 There is a beat of silence. A moment passes, during which hesitation lights up Harry’s face, pulling his muscles into a brief frown before he vocalises his seemingly taboo thought.

 “You know what you like, right?” He asks, his eyebrows still slightly knitted.

 I nod, not trusting my voice under his intense stare.

 “I reckon she does too, so I would ask her what she likes, or if she likes what I’m doing to you.” His voice lowers. His eyes darken slightly, still enough for me to notice as the sound of the television is drowned out, a sudden tension in the room. The air becomes thick, palpable, as we sit watching one another.

 His chest moves heavily, exhaling harder and quicker as the seconds tick by. I can only assume from the way his eyes trail down my form that mine is doing the exact same thing. Blood pumps aggressively through my veins until I can feel my heartbeat in my neck as his plush bottom lip slips between his teeth. I feel my lips part, desperately seeking air as it seems to drain from the living room.

 I sense his body close to mine before I feel it. The scent of his cologne floats around me, encasing me in a bubble of him. I dare not move for fear of popping it and losing his presence.

 Our lips soon find themselves in a stand-off. Neither ready to make the first official move, but both silently urging the other to do so. His breath is warm against my skin, sweet from the ice cream we just ate. Desperate to know if his lips taste just as sugary, I feel myself inching toward him.

 Noses brushing, we settle into one another, comfortable and oddly familiar. Eyelids flutter shut as our bodies gravitate together. Our lips are barely grazing when I feel a vibration against my leg.

 My phone.

 “Leave it.” Harry whispers, his forehead leaning gently against mine.

 I want to.

 “Sorry.” I reply, opening my eyes and quickly pulling away to answer the call. “Hello?”

 “Hey! I got off work a little early, want to come round now instead of later?” my date for the evening asks excitedly.

 “Uh, yeah, sounds good.” I tell her, half-lying. I quickly say goodbye before hanging up. “Sorry.” I repeat.

 “No problem.” He tells me, not looking at me, his attention fixed solely on the television. “Go have fun.”

 “Do you want to talk about—”

 “Nothing to talk about.” Harry interrupts, turning to give me a quick smile. “Have a good date. Hope the tips work.”

 “Uh, yeah… thanks.” I say, utterly confused by him as I stand and gather my things. “See you round, I guess.”

 “Bye.” He says quietly, continuing not to look at me as I walk from the room and let myself out of his house.

 If only that call had not come through. If only I had not instinctively agreed to hang out. If only I stayed a few seconds longer, long enough watch Harry’s head roll back and hear him sigh, “Fucked it, mate.”

 Maybe then I would not continue to my date’s house. Maybe then I would not have another poor sexual experience. Maybe then I would not think of Harry as she comes on my tongue, body thrashing wildly as I follow his advice, unable to think of anything but him.

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