#anon: do not beat yourself up for an ask that was very much welcome!

[goodobservationshirley]

Could it be that you carry your family’s augmentations, and you believe that because of them you may become dangerous? Yes, I do.

[monstersflashlight]

Patreon Commission for anon

Request: Actually if you wouldn’t mind doing a spicier piece with werewolf Tobias (or Toby), that would be amazing! Specifically where he finds out vampire reader is self-conscious about her chubby body, and she is really into snuggling until he pops a boner during movie night?

A/N: This is part 2 of this other commission.

Expert in pussy-ology

Werewolf (Toby) x vampire chubby fem!reader || groping, dom/sub (very lightly), oral sex || tw: internalized fatphobia

Since that day in the cafeteria, things had been more than great between you two. He always picks you up after your shift, and usually stops in the middle of it to order chocolate (no more coffee for him). He sends you silly messages during the day and makes you smile so much that your coworker called you out on looking creepy because of the too big fangs and red eyes. You laughed it off, too happy to even care.

But not everything is as good as your blooming relationship. You had been craving intimacy, the kind of intimacy you had in the alleyway. You made out a couple times over the past few weeks, but nothing as heated as that day, and he didn’t even try to grope you again. And it’s bringing back all the bad memories and self-doubt about yourself.

You’ve been trying to watch the movie, you really are, but the truth is all your focus is in the werewolf cuddling you and his warm body against every inch of your body. He’s snuggling against you so tightly you can feel every breath he takes, almost every beat of his heartbeat. You always run cold, but his warmth is so welcomed can’t avoid a sigh every time you melt into his side.

The movie is playing and he’s nuzzling into your neck, giving you soft kisses every once in a while as he watches the movie. Your brain is far beyond though, you can’t stop noticing his body, his tiny movements, the way he snuggles into you tighter and tighter, his arm around your middle, his hand over your soft belly. You can’t stop yourself from wanting to suck in your breath so there’s less tummy to hold, but you know he wouldn’t like that.

But it’s not only that, it’s also the fact that you want it to go further, so much further. You want to suck his cock, or him to eat you out. Or maybe fuck, or ride him... but you don’t know how to start that conversation and you don’t even know if he would be okay with that. You know he said he didn’t mind you being chubby, but the tiny voice in your head is always talking, always saying all the wrong things that make you self-conscious and worried about your body.

You struggle in your position in front of him, trying to get some room so he doesn’t have to feel your body if he doesn’t want to, but he grunts and pulls you back against his front. You both take a deep breath in when you feel what he’s packing.

“I- I’m sorry. Sorry. Sorry. I know you aren’t ready for this. S- sorry,” Toby stutters as he pulls his hips away from your body, making you whine. He stops in his tracks. “Do you- Do you want this?” He presses his hard on against your ass once again and you whimper, making him growl under his breath. “Fuck, if you don’t want this please say so, you sound so good my brain is going to short-circuit anytime.” He doesn’t pull back anymore, but you are biting your lip with your pointy fang, not sure how to say what’s in your mind.

You turn around in his arms, your neck almost aching looking up at that weird angle, but you don’t care. You need to look at him to have this conversation. “I didn’t know if you wanted this,” you confess in a low tone.

“What? I’ve been jerking off frantically every time I go home after meeting you,” he blurts out and instantly covers his mouth as if he wasn’t trying to say that.

You giggle. “Have you?”

“Ye- yes,” he stutters, a pretty blush covering his cheeks. He looks delightful like that, all his blood running to his face and making you all kinds of hungry.

“But my body…” You start.

“What about it?” He asks when you stop. There’s tears building in your eyes threatening to fall and you don’t know how to say what you want to say.

But you just go for it. “I know I’m not thin, and my tummy is all soft, and my thighs are too big and…” You swallow around the knot in your throat. “My past boyfri-” You don’t get to finish that thought before he covers your mouth and growls so loud your body vibrates.

“Do not talk about other partners when you are with me,” he cuts with a growl. You look at him with uncertainty and vulnerability. He sighs and leans down, kissing your forehead as he says: “I told you you were my best fantasy came to life, and I meant it, moonlight,” he kisses your nose as you giggle between choked breaths.

“Really?” You ask as a tear runs down your cheek. He wipes it away with his thumb and leans down for a quick peck.

“Yes. Now, let me prove it to you,” he says. You have super speed, but you barely see him before he’s manhandled you to your back and his body is between your thick thighs, he looks so good there that you can’t avoid the deep groan that leaves your throat. “Fuck, you sound so good, it’s driving me insane.” Toby’s eyes flash when he says it, and you know that if you had a heartbeat it would be going crazy. “Now, are you going to let me eat your pussy?” He asks, his tone is soft and almost pleading.

There’s only one possible answer to that: “Yes, please.” He doesn’t even respond, he tears through your clothes until he can access your pussy and launched for it like a starving man.

You groan, closing your eyes and throwing your head back as you chant his name. “Toby, Toby...”

“Eyes open, moonlight, I want you to see me enjoying my feast,” he orders.

His words sound filthy as fuck and when you obey and look down at him, half his face drenched in your desire and a shit eating grin on his lips, a groan escapes right from your chest. He looks obscene, and as soon as he drives right in, his eyes never leaving yours, you scream his name again, and your hands find his hair.

He grunts against your pussy and sucks harder on your clit, making you see stars even with your eyes wide open. His hands are everywhere, cupping your ass, groping your tits over your shirt, touching your tummy, pinching your thighs… He’s driving you slowly insane, and you can’t look away from his eyes as you moan like a whore.

He pulls away for a second, staring into your eyes trying to reach to your soul. “Use me, moonlight. Take your pleasure off me as I enjoy you fully.”

You groan again, his words driving you higher in your pleasure as you take his hair with both hands and start rubbing your pussy up and down his face. His nose hits the best place and his tongue is playing with you like an expert in pussy-ology. His fingers find your opening and he fucks into your tender pussy, curling them to hit your G-spot. You cry out and move your hips faster.

You can almost feel your orgasm at the tip of your fingers, you need it, you need it now. “Toby, Toby, please!” You beg even though you know you are the one in control. You pull at his hair harder, making him grunt against your clit as one of his hands gropes your boob, the other one helping you move your hips.

It takes you less than a minute to reach the peak of pleasure, screaming his name as you thrash under him, milking all your pleasure against his face. He grunts and finger-fucks you deeply, taking you to the next dimension. It’s one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had.

When you come back into yourself, he’s still between your legs, your thighs as earmuffs and his face all messy with your juices.

“Are you feeling confident in your body or do I need to fuck you senseless?” He asks, a bit breathless and with the biggest grin on his face. You can’t do anything but giggle.

[pyromegalomaniac]

You can not tell me Wally won’t be a real bro for his friends if he found out reader has a crush on a certain someone.

Like Wally catch reader staring at someone for a long time with a soft smile on their face and Wally like “you like them don’t you”

And right there Wally turning into reader’s and his friend’s wing man

“Hey that friend there , they love home baked goods”

“Oh yeah random fact reader loves this color “

Wally just trying to play matchmaker

Ooooh, anon! This idea!! So very!! I like wingman Wally very much... I hadn't even thought of this!! Just one of the perks of doing these requests, you get so many fan interpretations and headcanons and whatnot... here's your headcanons anon!! Enjoy!!

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Welcome Home x Reader + Wingman/Matchmaker Wally Headcanons🏠☀️🛼🦴🍪🐛📨🦋🍎

Sally☀️

Wally suggesting you be cast as the lead in her plays

Trying to subconsciously convince her to do a romantic play

Setting you up on a stargazing date

Suggesting you write poetry for her

"Hey Sally I think y/n would love to hear you recite what you've been working on"

One day while you three were all outside a sudden burst of rain came down and Wally kinda ran off (he hates getting wet) but he noticed you and Sally still having fun while he was cowering under a tree or something

Julie🛼

Playing games together

Drawing with sidewalk chalk

Wally inviting you both over for a sleepover and rushing off to go do things like make popcorn to leave you alone

Probably brushing each others' hair at said sleepover

"I bet y/n can't beat you in this game"

Barnaby🦴

"Y/n likes x hotdog toppings, don't you, y/n?"

"Y/n's favorite kind of joke is x type. You should tell them some of those!"

Lounging around together

Falling asleep in a nice warm pile

Waking up and wondering where Wally went

Oh well... sleeping with Barnaby is cozy and now you have him all to yourself

Poppy🍪

Baking together

Wally telling her how brave you are

"Y/n's favorite type of baked good is x, why don't we make them some?"

Making cookies in cute shapes

Poppy getting anxious about something and Wally suggesting she ask you for advice

Howdy🐛

Hanging out with Wally and he suddenly remembers he's out of something, so he asks to visit the bugdega

Wally asking you to pick something up for him at the bugdega

Howdy mentioning it getting tough to work all day by himself so Wally suggests he ask you for help next time you come in

Eddie📨

Wally sending you mail so Eddie has an excuse to go to your house

Eddie eventually recognizing your handwriting and stamps

"Why don't you write a letter to Eddie"

"Oh, you said you've been to x place, haven't you? Y/n has been there too"

Doing crafts together and Wally purposefully holding back his art skills so Eddie will like yours

Frank🦋

Wally suggesting the same books to you both

"Y/n's favorite bug is x"

Lowkey trying to be annoying so he'll think you're better to hang out with (this may or may not work)

"Y/n had a question about this... why don't you meet them to discuss it?"

Looking at the buggies together (Wally would probably disappear like the Barnaby hcs)

Wally🍎

He'd be the last one to notice you having a crush on him

Thinking you need someone nice to be with and trying out each possibility in his head

Really wondering why no one seems to be a good match (everyone else can see the obvious crush you have)

Eventually you'd tell him or he'd figure it out and be like

"...Oohhhhhhhhh. I like you too y/n!"

Those are the headcanons I came up with! Hope you like them anon, thanks for requesting them!! They were fun to do!! I look forward to doing more in the future!! Much love!!

ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ

[starillusion13]

Hi congrats on 500 i would like to request for ateez ot8xfreader

IS THIS THE END?

Pairing: Ateez! ot8 x fem! reader

Genre: Lore Au, Angst, Mystery

Warnings: crying, mention of death, fever dream, many flashbacks, loneliness (major warning is this is mixture of sad and happy fic, idk why am feeling so down in this spooky season.)

W.C: 5.3k

Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated 😭. Applause to the ones who come up to me to interact and they know how friendly I am. Okay enough!

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dear Anon! ( I'm sorry if you wanted something spicy or fluff but i instead of these two, wrote something very different. i hope you may like it. Please let me know.)

Standing in front of this place seems different now, no more those chaos, those laughs echoing through the huge space, those smiley faces running around the street and getting shelter inside the huge place. Street is just now a silent and abandoned place without those lively beings occupying the area. Your fingers touch the cheeks to feel the wet sensation only to realize that you are crying, Crying for what? You don’t have hope for anything to return to its origin, right? Nothing can turn back. You are lost, they are lost and everything is lost. This place is lost without you all. Are you still going to keep a hope within yourself for, for them. Why? Everything is clear to you. You have seen those faces, those words, that scene still haunting you every day, every second and every moment and even now. Your heart aches on those thoughts but never you are caring to soothe it. It’s only because you don’t know how. How can you say to yourself that everything is alright when nothing is in its place, not even your mind and your heart.

Please.

Please what? Is there someone to listen to your pleadings, to listen to your heartbreaking cries every night and to see your helpless state? No. No one is going to pull you into their arms and rub your back with whispers, ‘Shush….its okay…I’m here. Nothing can hurt you. I’m here.’

I am here. Nothing can hurt you.

You are still here but everything is hurting as you are here alone. You are not with them. Them? Is it just them? Are you really going to refer them like this? They are your ‘home’. A safe place. The warehouse in front of your eyes is the only home to you and to them.

Taking few steps closer to the big metal door, binding with chains and locks, your hands fish inside the pocket for the keys. Hastily, you unlock the different locks and pull the chains and throw them to the side, not caring if they are okay to use afterwards. Your mind is just focused on one thing and that is to enter the place. Gripping the big handles in your hold, tears flowing continuously and so you close your eyes. You are ready to push the door but a memory flash across your mind.

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“Welcome to the Wanteez.”

Chuckling, you asked the person, “Wanteez? Why such a name? like, are you wanted?”

Standing in front of an old abandoned building with rusted gate, with some graffiti sprayed across the door and the walls all around, one name is quite repeated ‘WANTEEZ’ and also there are some other things repeated like their names and ‘Heart Awakened Live Alive’ and ‘Hala-zia’. Them and their names, both are weird.

“Yeah something like that. You know why as hear clearly, the loud beats of the music is coming from inside and guess you know, people don’t like citizens like us causing disturbance in the society.”

“So? You guys are enjoying yourselves and why does it matter to those others, they can simply ignore it. It’s not like anyone lives around this place. The nearest house is much far away from here to reach this sound. Unless, you are playing the speakers in front of their house. I would do this if anybody had complained anything about me.”

He laughs loudly along with you on your comment, “There’s more to this, you know. People assume us that we are some sort of gangsters and we are doing illegal stuffs behind everyone’s back. The government and police are always attentive to this surrounding to find any little proof against us to claim us as the criminals.”

“Are you?”

“Huh?” His face turns into a frown and his confused eyes staring back at you.

“The way this place looks like, I must believe you guys have some illegal shits up your sleeves.”

Before he could reply you back, you both feel someone’s hand around your necks.

“What are you both doing here? So, you finally brought our girl to this place.”

You smile to this intruder between you both but you are really happy to see him so energetic like always.

“Yes, Woo. Joong finally brought me here after so much whining and ta da I’m standing in front of the building.”

Wooyoung is the one who is always hyped up with silly matters and trying to lift up everyone’s mood in every situation. The way he takes care of everyone and other’s need is very adorable. Being one of the youngest member, he is referred as the menace also because of his mischievous acts but he is the first one to jump in for you if you are in trouble. The most clingy one and your favorite one in this family. But hush, don’t let him know about this as he would be going to shove this on everyone’s face.

Hongjoong removes his friend’s hand from around his neck and walks towards the gate and before he could pull it open. Wooyoung gives you a mischievous smile and holds your hand and makes a run towards the gate.

“Let’s go….”

“Woo...I will fall. Slow down.”

With other hand, he pushes open the door and left Hongjoong cursing at him

“I swear Wooyoung….”

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You push open the door.

Darkness reflects back to you but the full moon day spreading its light inside, slowly clearing your vision and those memories of coming here and spending time fills your mind. Your eyes are blinded not with the darkness of the room but those happy days replaying in front of you.

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As soon as you step inside the warehouse, your hand still in his hold, you come to a halt and take heavy breaths. With calming yourself and fixing your posture, you look towards the centre of the warehouse, where six other boys staring back at you, some confused and some with soft look on their face. With a quick smile towards them, your eyes follow the interior of the place, some small high widows lining the upper end of the walls on your sides and also huge ventilators, old and somewhat rusted rods attached to the pillars for arranging their stuffs. Many of their items spread across the floor, food packets, clothes, shoes all scattered near a corner, basket ball and different kinds of flyers. You pick up a flyer near your feet and eyes scan the photo and description, some men in black outfits of coat and masked and fedora hat with chains decorated on them. ‘wanted’ written at the top of each flyer.

Those flyers still scattered around you. Tears blurring your vision, legs feeling weak, hands shaking by your side. With shaky steps, you walk towards the sofa, covered with a layer of dust and memories. Taking a seat, your hands caress the material.

“Who are they?”

You look at them with curious eyes but none of them answer you, only Hongjoong snatches away the paper from you and throws it aside. Furrowed eyebrows and pouty lips staring at him, he just gives away a dry smile.

“Nothing, its just something which is not your concern or…any of us.”

Your attention moves towards the speaker where the song has been changed to a different melody. It’s a very soothing one from the previous one and you can see Yunho memorising his steps while looking at the mirror. Seonghwa and San by his side and Wooyoung grinning beside them.

“Well, I don’t care about these mysterious men but I care of these three not acknowledging my presence. I feel so neglected and hurt.”

You make a fake crying expression to which Wooyoung stick out his tongue and Seonghwa flick his head and comes near you and now you are grinning to the scene.

“I cant ignore my girl ever.” His warm palms over your cheeks, soothing your every nerve from the exhaustion since the morning. He has that magic of warmness and healing in himself for which you always run to him for warmth like the heat in winter afternoon.

“I don’t believe you. Also, why is this place so dirty?”

He lets out a groan on your question to which everyone laughs and you jokingly glare at them.

“I have to clean this place all alone and everytime these idiots have to destroy it afterwards.”

You keep a neutral expression for few seconds and one two three you burst into laughter. And now everyone has abandoned their previous individual works and attention focused on you. Only you.

Maybe they are friends since childhood and you are a new addition to the group but you are the most precious part in their life. They have their own individual stories and some of them has shared a little part of their life with you and some just gives you tight smile whenever you want to know about them, like Hongjoong, the leader of this group. He has built this whole friendship circle and the last one to meet you. You don’t know much about him but still you trust him, have faith on him that whatever he does or is going to do in near future is nothing wrong. It means no harm to anyone but you fear for him. He keeping his life and feelings aside, always caring about his friends and you.

Will he be safe?

The second person you don’t know much about is the person standing in front of you, Seonghwa. He has a very strict family and always, he needs to follow their rules and regulation on everything as if every second of his life is already scheduled and he cant have his own way and this is the place where he met hongjoong and now this hideout is the escape place for him. This cold abandoned place has the warmness only because of him. He also gave you a bracelet which has a sensor and signal technology attached to it, of course made by yeosang so that they can know if you are in any danger or not. The way a bracelet braces your wrist like a protectiveness. He is always there like a protective barrier to you.

“I thought you will take my side but you are literally laughing like them.”

“I’m sorry Seonghwa but you looked so funny while complaining. Its not like I’m a tidy person myself so….”

You walk towards Wooyoung and snatch the packet of snacks from him, ignoring his whines. Munching on some, satisfied with the spicy chilli-peppered flavour, you again go near the eldest one.

His confused eyes keenly following your every move and his eyes go wide when you a bundle of papers which are kept in a place altogether on the table in front of the sofa.

“What the hell….”

Wooyoung skipping steps towards you, messily throw some other stuffs towards Seonghwa and others joined in the fun too. That’s how the chaos filled with some running after others, scolding, whining and laughs echoed throughout the place.

Whatever their individual life was, one thing was common among them. It’s you. Their precious treasure in life. You were their everything. You were meant to keep safe by them as you were their only hope in life.

To be their light.

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Your gaze falls on the diary still kept in the place where it used to be on the table. You don’t know exactly to whom this actually belongs to but you know, this is most important thing to them. Maybe was. They are no more here to keep this diary. You put the diary in your backpack when you notice a drone placed in a corner and you know that’s broken.

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“What are you doing Yeosang?”

He is still connecting the wires and testing his remote, not aware of your presence behind him. You place your hand on his shoulder for him to get startled and the drone on which he was working fell from his hand.

“Oh…I’m so sorry…I didn’t mean to scare you…”

“Y/N. Its you. I thought….Leave it. What are you doing here today?”

“Wooyoung has a dance battle later this evening and he asked me to go there to watch his performance. So, your eyes are blessed with my beauty.”

He chuckles. Taking the drone in his hands, he gets up to put it on a shelf nearby. He is the quietest one in this group and the reason is very clear. Somehow, like Seonghwa his life is also controlling one but in a different way. He belongs to a royal family from the city, Sector 1. He has an image to be maintained and also his father doesn’t like him to be friends with others who don’t belong to any royal blood. He is the first one you met. You first met him while you were returning home from school and he was standing in the middle of the road looking up at the sky, maybe questioning about himself. About his life. That’s how you become friends when you two met often at that street and that’s how he introduced you to Seonghwa at one convenience store. Yeosang is very talented in every stuff but outstanding when it comes to technology. You know his secret feelings about everything as he only shares such things with you. And you are always there to listen to him. You are his little blue bird to keep the secrets safe. A bird of hope.

“lets go.”

“where?”

“Come on. Don’t you wanna see how well Yunho choreographed Some steps for Wooyoung?”

You gladly accept his hand and go to the other room where both of them were practicing to a song, you heard it before from them ‘To the beat’.

Both of them are very passionate when it comes to dancing. You love to see the rage behind their eyes to make every step to a perfect level and until they are satisfied, they are repeating the steps again and again.

“Yunho, why don’t you go to the dance battles as well?”

The music is already paused by the other to get some water and so your words are well audible to the tallest one. You could see a sad expression flick to his eyes but quickly he sends a wide smile towards you. This does not ease your worry for him. He doesn’t share much with you but he is the most comfortable person to spend time with. He is the one to give you hug after a long day, to give you the feelings of having an older brother. Brother? Is that he to you? You don’t know what they are to you. But they are everything you need. He is a perfect brother for his friends in this place and a perfect man for every girl out there. And for you?

You feel hands engulfing you in a bear hug. You smile widely, snuggling to the chest, knowing who this is.

“How are you tiny?”

“Ugh! I’m not tiny. Joong is tiny. Call him that, not to me. I’m very tall, atleast than majority of the girls in my neighbourhood.”

“Whatever makes you stand tall.”

“My legs keep me stand tall. You are just too tall Yunho. A walking giraffe.”

“Excuse me.”

“You cant be excused. Woo….lets run away before this giant bury me here.”

Grabbing his wrist, you run outside. Don’t know where. But atleast every place is like heaven when one of them is with you.

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A thud sound makes you startled and then you noticed how a black cat has entered the place. You didn’t notice before but the gate is open and maybe the cat has entered through it as there is no other possible entrance. ‘But I’m sure, I had closed the gate when I entered here’. The black cat sniffing a cabinet and you thought of some food or something is kept there but still out of curiosity, you made your way towards the cat.

The cat is not frightened with your presence near it but as if it is signalling you to open the drawer. With shaky hands, you pull the handle.

An hourglass? No wait. It’s that ‘cromer’.

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“Don’t touch it.”

“Hm?”

“Capt…I mean Hongjoong doesn’t let anyone to touch it.”

“Why? What is this?”

“its cromer. it’s a very important part of our life, especially to him. Come on, lets go to the park.”

“Jongho. Are you all not hiding something from me, right?”

Silence. Your anticipation for an answer grows with each second of his mouth shut and slow breathing.

“…no..”

“hmmm…so you are.”

“what do you mean?”

“Well, I know I’m not close to you all for a long time like you guys are from your childhood but in these five years, I have come to know a lot about you all and also not. Whenever, one of you spend time with me, shares a lot of things with me. I start to think, I have known you completely. I know you all. But the next second I don’t , as if you all are ones with hidden life. What are you all hiding from me?”

“y/N…its nothing like you think.”

“It is everything that I think and like you know. Its nothing the way you all are trying to show me things. If you want me to stay away from this, I will. Stay away from you- “

“never. We wont let you stay away from us.”

“I cant. I cant stay away from you all. You guys are like pirates in my life. The eight boys with individual mysterious pasts and united through friendship and on a heist to conquer the treasure. But, I don’t know what I am. An intruder in the pirate ship, maybe?”

“Our light. Our precious treasure.”

Their light.

Jongho, the youngest of the group. You met him when he was thrashing things around the basketball ground because his dreams of being an athletic came to an end after his accident where he hurt his leg and hand. You still don’t know the cause of it but you know both jongho and yunho feel uncomfortable with the topic and so you keep quiet with this. Jongho is the not the one to show affection in front of everyone but he is really a caring person when you are alone with him. He is a very passionate guy with his personal things, majorly his singing. His soothing honey like voice and gummy smile is everything you need to keep your nightmares away. He is a great listener like yeosang and so the most of the time when you are feeling low, you can find these two beside you.

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There is no one to light up your darkness now. You are all alone here. In this cold abandoned building, sitting in front of the table in middle of the warehouse.

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Palms pressed over your eyes, a presence behind your back, pushing you towards your front.

“Mingi…you know I can’t see when you are literally closing my eyes. Slow down. I can’t match your steps here where different things bumping my shoe.”

“I told you, yeosang to keep your gadgets somewhere else then why are they scattered here?”

You could hear Mingi scolding Yeosang but you know Seonghwa is already picking up the things from the ground.

“So? You could have done then, why still waited for me to clean the mess? I am very much busy.”

Your hands come up to remove his hands from your eyes when you come to a pause but he holds it tighter.

“Not now.”

Licking your lips, you pull your lower lip between your teeth and contemplating as what need to be unfold here. What are they upto? Its not your birthday today then-

“Congratulations on being with us for five years.”

Your eyes squint several times to adjust with the view. Hongjoong standing with a cake in his hand, smiling widely at you with Seonghwa glaring at Wooyoung and trying to smile at you because the other one is trying to blow away the candles. Yeosang by your side gives you a smile and congratulates you with San behind him, giving you his eye smile.

“Y/N. You better blow the candles before him or I have to smack him and light it up again.”

“Don’t worry, San. I’m sure he doesn’t want his name to be removed from the dance club.”

“But you don’t know that Yeosang is there to help that menace so better be prepared.”

Yunho comes to your other side with jongho trailing behind and both of them are smiling wide at you but something is there that Yunho is sad about because he is the worst one when it comes to hide his feelings. Its not right time to ask him but maybe later.

“Tiny. San is right. Never trust these two’s intentions. They are bestfriends and they can do anything for each other.”

“Aren’t you all?”

Yunho asks in surprise, “What?”

“Best friends? Aren’t you all best friends with each other?”

“No tiny. We are more than that. We are like brothers, Hongjoong accepted me in this group as if…as if…he is my own elder brother. But soon after others treated me the same. We are a family.”

“So, you all are to me. My family. Also, you all need to stop calling me tiny. I’m not Tiny.”

“Of course, you are.”

All of them laugh at you and meanwhile Jongho pats your head with shaking his head to ignore them. He signals you to blow the candles and when you are about to blow it, you pause. Their worried and confused looks earn a chuckle out of you.

“Whose plan is this for our 5 years?”

They all stare at you. Wait not you. Someone behind you. Mingi.

You quickly turn around, causing his hands to fall from your shoulders. Small eyes and wide smile staring down at you.

“What happened?”

“Thank you.”

He turns you around and hands resting on your shoulder like before and now, you smile towards everyone.

He whispers in your ears, “Welcome.”

“Also, I like the name ‘our girl’ because you all are my ‘my boys’. No wait. ‘My Pirates’.”

Their smiles drop for a mere moment but quickly nod their heads and you blow away the candles.

What are they to you? It’s obvious that they are your family. The only people who actually cared for you like a family. They are like brothers with each other but with you. With you? Did you fall in love with them? Love? You haven’t thought like this with them but you are sure one person is always making it obvious. Even if you feel a little bit something more with them. You are sure its not the same from the other end.

San. He has almost confessed his feelings several times but you just waved it off with changing the topic or just giving him a smile. You being their light was first referred by him. His life is very unstable unlike others. He had to change schools several times and this time, he made himself clear that he has to permanently settle down at one place. Due to changing places often, he does not have any one permanent in his life like you before meeting them. That is why, you are so close with him. The nights you both spend together with your head resting on his shoulder and talking about your life. The comfortable silence between you both and whispers which are only for between you two.

San is a comfort place. They all are. In their own way. The way mountains stand high to protect the nature and its beauty, he is the one shielding all of you and can even sacrifice himself to save you all. To save the friendship and the bonding of the family.

To protect his light.

Their light.

Their treasure.

 You.

The member who is just the opposite to San is Mingi. He is a mysterious person. Its true that they all have some hidden past but his present is also hidden. When San is very physical and verbal with everything, Mingi is quiet and staying all by himself. When you first met him, he was still in school and he got in many fights and Jongho and San were there to bring back him from the scene. He is the one who still thinks himself as the extra member in the family even after so many years. You don’t want him to be left out in any way so you always keep his update whenever you are with them. He always keeps his earplugs on and closing his eyes, staying in a corner of the warehouse. But secretly, he is the most emotional one.

Maybe they have individual mysterious past and some uneven presents which are not clear to you. You don’t know exactly what they do for the living but one thing is common. The future with you all together. The uncalled blurry future which is peeking like a moonlight yet you are not fazed with it. The way they keep you safe from this world. You need to keep them safe from whatever lingering danger roaming around for them.

But, can you?

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“Mr. kang Mr. kang please tell me. Tell me. What’s going on here? Where are they?”

“Go away. Just go away. You don’t have to know about this. I’m sure you don’t want to end up in a similar way like them.”

“what? What happened to them?”

“Nothing you need to know.”

“I have to. I need to know. Let me enter the building. Leave my hand. I need to see them.”

You are screaming and the people crowding the place are looking in between the warehouse entrance and to the side where Mr. kang is holding your arm, preventing you from entering the building. You could see many police cars and ambulance all around. Government forces are also guarding and preventing from anyone trespassing the area which they have already closed with barricades and no entry tapes.

Your screams are echoing the place even silencing the thunderstorm and heavy rain at the moment. Everything is blur to your eyes. Your tears and raindrops mixing together same as the way your hope to meet them mixing with the worry of what happened to them. Everything is crashing to the ground with each rain drop. But one thing is still in your mind, to see them.

A government officer comes near you and Mr. Kang, and your hope to know about the scene rises.

“Hello, Mr.kang.”

“please, what happened? Let me enter. Please.”

The officer looks at you for a moment before Mr. kang speak up, “Ignore her. I will take care of this. So, that’s the end, right?”

“No one is alive. Each on of them is deceased. Also…your son was there too. One among the deceased ones.”

“I know.”

You look towards them with horror in your eyes, “Who?”

“Kang Yeosang.”

Yeosang.

One of the deceased. Them. They are deceased.

You sat on the muddy ground with bawling your eyes out and crying louder. If it were some other times then one or the others would come running to you to engulf you in a tight hug and never let you go until you had come down. But now again. Its you all alone. You don’t have a family now. But atleast you have wonderful memories with a family.

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You are again crying and hiccupping like that day again now, sitting on the sofa with the cromer and your backpack. You don’t know what to do with these stuffs but you are going to take all their stuffs with yourself before someone else gets their hand on them.

The cat is still roaming around the place. You put the cromer on the table where moonlight is coming directly from the big ventilators and starts to put everything possible in your bag. Its late at night already and your eyes feeling droopy with tiredness and crying. So, placing the bag aside, you lie down on the sofa to rest yourself.

.

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.

.

“She is lonely without us. I can’t see her like this.”

The girl’s head resting on the thighs of the tallest man among them. His hands combing her hairs and caressing the scalp in between. Her legs placed over the other’s thigh, one with broad shoulders and his hands drawing soothing circles over her sides to lull her to sleep.

The other peeking down at her with his best friend from behind the sofa and tears glistening their eyes. Another tall man sitting on a chair nearby the sofa, staring at the tired body sleeping soundly in his friends’ hold.

“She is still wearing my bracelet.” Said the one who is examining her hand and the bracelet.

“She even put my drone in her bag.” The eldest who is still holding the bracelet in his hold looks at the person behind the sofa on hearing his words.

The person beside him nods his head with similar sad smile, “She even pass through the dance club with the hope that she would still see me waiting for her.”

“Everything is still in the same place. Thanks to that dad of mine to lock the place and not letting anyone to enter here but I know he is just going to sell this place to the government and she is doing her best to protect this place with her all might.” Yeosang says while wiping the tears and turning away from them.

The leader kneels in front of his face and removes the loose strands of hairs and tugging them behind before caressing her cheeks with a soft smile on his face but tears threating to fall from his eyes.

“I should not have included her in my life when I knew that one day, I need to leave her here all alone. I should not have showed her the hope of us together forever.” He pauses before continuing, “I thought I could have achieved both- the victory and her but I lost both.”

“But you said We can get back with her and that’s possible?”

“I don’t know, Mingi. I don’t know anything anymore.”

“Is it possible?”

Everyone looks towards the youngest on his sudden question as he was being all quiet and him asking the leader caught everyone’s attention.

“What?”

“Is it possible to start again?”

Hongjoong turns back to the girl sleeping peacefully while the eldest caressing her hand. The leader’s thumb ghosts over the dried tears over her cheeks and dry lips with exhaustion reflecting from her whole self.

“I don’t know what to do but everything is possible till she is being our light and our precious treasure which we need to protect. Our only hope to start a new beginning from the horizon.”

Honjoong leans forward to peck her lips.

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Your eyes shot open and you sit up. You are sweating and bring your fingers to your lips, you feel as if the dream was real. They were here. No. how can they be? You touch your forehead and then to your neck, you are having fever. Its just a dream because of your exhaustion. It was a fever dream.

‘Everything is possible till she is being our light.’

‘Their precious treasure.’

Your eyes stare at the cromer. You need to know about them all over again but in details. You need to find their past and what happened to them that day.

‘Our only hope to start a new beginning from the horizon.’

The diary.

You rummage through the items to get the diary and quickly pull it out.

The title written on it: ‘From the witness.’

Flips open the diary, the first page reflects the word, ‘The Black Pirates’.

The words written scribbled below are Passion Young Fever.

“Is this the end?”

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.

“Or is it the beginning of the end?”

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.

.

The fever dream was real?

Or actually, you never met them?

Or maybe, It’s just the part of the witness you read in this diary and all these times you spend yourself imagining in her place.

Was it her dream?

Or yours?

……..

[ Now listen here! When writing this down, i literally plotted a whole series but somehow i uploaded this one-shot on the request. maybe I would write a series on this in future. Should I make it a series?]

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[rosze-v]

green cloak and green stones

pairing: Baizhu x Reader

synopsis: The story of a green cloaked adventurer, Doctor Baizhu and your disappearance (Based on this ask!)

tags: NOT PROOF READ, ANGST, visionless reader, mentions of wounds but its not explicit, death!, unrequited love (I'm not sure what else to tag but if there’s anything please let me know)

w.c : 2.7k

a/n: Halu!! First of all, I AM SO SORRY FOR POSTING THIS LATE!! I was so busy and I’m only getting busier cause guess what? YOUR GIRL IS PURSUING HER DEGREE OMG ASDHASKDJAHSKASKJ I AM SO HAPPY! I JUST GOT THE NEWS TODAY! Anyways, this is very angsty and my first ask ever!! I tried my best to make it good so I hope my first anon loves it! All in all, enjoy and thank you for all who love my writing, I am nothing with your love.

You are an amazing adventurer— visionless, but amazing nonetheless. Others had said (your people from Sumeru), that being a visionless adventurer is like a knight without its swords, but you have proven them wrong. You cultivated multiple skills, be it in the swords, in using polearms or any weapon it is, you had also cultivated your adventuring skills such as navigation and mapping; the skills under your belt are enough to pick up top tier commissions without any hassle.

Of course, being visionless means you’re more prone to injuries, so you have to always make do with passing doctors or medicine you produce yourself using wild herbs, yet nothing beats Baizhu’s medicines. You could still remember the day you first went to his pharmacy; it was raining, you had asked the locals if there’s any place that will tend to injuries and they directed you to Bubu Pharmacy.

Once you reached the Pharmacy, you could see a little kid behind the counter and almost cursed the locals for lying but then a green haired man, with a rare white snake around his neck, emerges from the back.

“I'm sorry but we’re close dear customer, you can come over tomo—”. Baizhu took in your haggard appearance, your green cloak clung to you; the rain drops below your feet mix with red and your alarming paleness were enough to make Baizhu ran over towards you, when your knees caved in.

Next thing you knew, you’re staring at an unfamiliar ceiling and you could feel bandages wrapped around your stomach, directly below your left ribcage where you were stabbed.

“Do you want coconut milk?”.  Your eyes snapped to the pale child beside you, her eyes expressionless. You were going to ask her what’s coconut milk when the man from before came in with a pitcher.

“How are you feeling?”. You draped the blanket over you, as you sit up. You shrugged your body, trying to get a feel and as you were doing so, the doctor examines you briefly. When you realize that your body feels much better you gave him your biggest grin and a thumbs up.

“Feels great doc!”.

Then ever since, you had decided to stay in Liyue. Of course, your reasoning was mostly on how rich, historically and, literally Liyue is but you can’t possibly admit that you stayed because of the quiet and handsome doctor. You made sure to visit Bubu Pharmacy every single time you have any injuries or illnesses and over time, you realized that you had caught feelings over Baizhu. He was gentle and you were obnoxious both in your volume and your incessant flirting, it was obvious that you like the doctor.

“Baizhu? Are you here?”. You walked into the pharmacy, and there you could see him sitting beside Qiqi, instructing her on how to make the medicine. The dendro vision holder looks up at figure clad in a green cloak he knows very well and gives you a smile, his eyes crescent.

“Welcome back”. Hearing those words, some of the fatigue straining your body were lifted as you approach the counter.

“Where are you hurt again (y/n)?”. He asked, standing up and leading you to the room at the back for his patients. You pat Qiqi’s head before dragging yourself to the room, where Baizhu sat on a chair by the bed. You sat down, taking off your cloak and show him your wounds, though they’re not huge and gnarly, you have multiple cuts and slashes on your arms and legs. You let Baizhu tends to you while you tell  him stories of your adventures. Every single time, Baizhu would listen, at times he would ask questions or look at you in disbelief because how the hell did you get caught in such situations, but most of the time he would listen quietly.

He enjoys listening to you, your presence brought him joy and serenity but he could never tell you. Not with the illness he has, he can’t let himself like someone to much or even fall in love.

But, you were so… loveable. Your flirtations were constant but you were never scared to show him how much you love him. He was also amazed at the fact that you’re vision less yet you’re so fearless, unlike him. That’s part of you that he envies so much, because unlike him, shackled by an illness, incurable and unknown, you’re so free and filled with life.

Once he’s done with his treatment, you rummage through your bag and took out a white string decorated with various colors of green stones. You hand it to Baizhu and he examined it, trying to understand what is it.

“Its for your hair”. You said, as he stared at it, the stones were beautiful and it glimmers under the light. It’s too beautiful for him but he knew that rejecting your gift would be useless. All the gifts and letters from when you remembered him on your journey were kept safe in a box. He smiled and thank you for your gift, making a mental note to keep the hair tie in the box later. 

“Can I tie it for you?”. You whispered, a blush staining your cheeks as you gaze at him with those eyes filled with adoration. A pang of guilt reaches his heart when his mouth almost utter rejection. Its not that he dislikes your gifts, he was just afraid that the feelings he kept safe in his own box would burst open. He nodded and smile, as you give him a grin, and gently reaches towards his braid.

With a slightly shaky hand, you reach towards the end of his braid, unconsciously rubbing his hair between your fingers. You untie the one on his hair and with skillful hands, you tie the beautiful gems around his hair. Once you’re done, you show it to him and Baizhu took the end of his hair into his hands and inspects your work. His green hair compliments the stones well and he thank you. Feeling the heavy tension in the air, you jokingly asked him out for dinner in which he, time and time again rejects you. Telling you that there’s a policy he has to follow as a doctor, and you only laugh and nodded, though deep in your heart, you understand the ‘policy’ were merely sweet words.

Then you were off to your next adventurer.

It was another rainy day, and you were back from your adventure. It has been two weeks since you last seen him and you missed him so much. Once you reach the pharmacy, there was a heaviness in the air, as if telling you to be careful. From the counter you could see, Qiqi, reading on her little book, the notebook you gave her the last time you were there. You smiled as you ask.

“Where’s the doc?”. The pale child points to the back and you give her a pat as a thank you. You went in and there Baizhu was organising his medicine, you cough, indicating your presence as his head whips towards you. You give him a huge smile, and usually he would give you his but this time, he nodded curtly. Your heart stinged at his cold welcome but shrug the thought off.

“Please sit down on the bed”. Something is amiss because Baizhu would usually say “welcome back” but here he is, tending to your wounds silently, a somber look on his face. You tried making jokes but he only nodded while focusing on his work. For the first time, the patient’s room were silent and you could only stare at him when you noticed that he was not wearing the hair tie you gave him.

A sharp pain reaches your heart but you shook your head, trying to make excuses. Once he was finish, you thank him as he mutters a no problem. You palm the smooth gem in your pocket, wondering if it’s the right timing to give it to him. The thing is, you have to give him because you are going for a very long journey, a journey for him.

“Hey Baizhu, are you free after this? Let’s go have dinner together yeah?”. Baizhu stares at your smiling face and shook his head.

“Sorry (y/n), I can’t go. I have something to do”.

“Aww come on!”. You approach him, pulling at his forearm. “We haven’t eaten together for so long! Besides there’s something I wanna gi—”.

“Just stop”. Baizhu pulls his arm from you, trying to walk away. It has been a long day, rude customers and his painful illness has been consistently attacking him throughout the day. He can’t afford to flirt and entertain you right now.

“I’m sorry Baizhu if I was too forceful, but the thing is I have to g—”.

“Stop it! I told you I have something to do!” Baizhu raises his voice as you step back, shocked by his sudden anger. You were going to apologise when he turns around, face red and filled with anger.

“I am so tired of you! Your incessant flirtings are so distracting and I… I can’t afford to be distracted!”. He clutched his chest, hissing as he continues.

“Why can’t you just stop? I have an illness to cure and you’re just…”. Baizhu sighs, trying to control his emotions and keeping his anger at bay. He knew, that you don’t deserve to be the one receiving his anger but everything is too much.

And you? Your head hung low, lips trembling as your nails dug into your palms. You took in a deep breath and look up, meeting his eyes as you give him a forced smile.

“I understand Baizhu.. I’m sorry again”. You whisper as you walk past him, and out of the room. Baizhu could only see your green robe flutter away as he curse at himself. Baizhu’s hand reaches his head, and fisted his hair, frustrated at the turns of event. He needs to apologise, he thought.

So he quickly get out of the room, trying to reach you again but as he passes the counter, he saw a stone. A green stone, he recognizes as aventurine. He knew instantly that it’s from you and guilt swarmed him all over. The meaning of the stone sinks into him, along with the relationship he denied ever since.

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Months had pass since your disappearance, and his remorse had attached to his heart like a lock. On the second month, he knew that something was wrong. You never took this long and even if you do, he would have receive a letter. No letters came, days and night waiting for your letter, for your fluttering green cloak; yet nothing came and after the third month, he decided that this time; he’s going to find you, apologise, bring you out for dinner and continue the routine the both of you once had, between a patient and a doctor.

So Baizhu set out for Sumeru, your hometown. Once he reaches Sumeru it was already night, and he believe that nothing good will come from rushing, so he check into a place to stay. When the morning comes, he asks one of the local for a place to have some coffee, and the local suggested Puspa Café.

The aroma of coffee reaches his nose when he opens the door to the café. He looks around, trying to find a place to seat when he saw a familiar robe. His heart beat increases, excitement and relief pumps through his vein. Without much thought, he reaches towards the robed figure sitting down and places a hand, startling the figure.

“(y/n)?...”. The figure turns around and its not you. “Sorry, I thought…”

“Doctor Baizhu?”.  Baizhu’s face changes into confusion, wondering how someone from Sumeru would know his name. He nodded, when the robed person, a lady in her teenage years smiles and offers him to sit.

“I know you! Master (y/n) talked about you all the time; I thought my ears would fall off. How are you, Doctor Baizhu?”.  

“I…I am doing fine. I’m sorry but Master (y/n)? are you…”

“Yes, I’m Master (y/n) apprentice! Thank you for always tending to my master’s injuries. Master told me that you’re an amazing doctor and—”.

“I am sorry for interrupting but do you know where (y/n) is? It has been months…”. The girls face turns into sadness, the light she had, dimmed when she realize that Baizhu didn’t know. She stood up, confusing Baizhu who’s follows her movement.

“Come.” Baizhu in his confusion, follows despite his instinct telling him to stop. An instinct that he’s going to get hurt.

The girl lead him to a place where vast field of greenery feasts along his eyes, a single tree stood around it and a small house a bit faraway from it.

“Go to that tree, I’ll come with you soon, I need to get something”.

Baizhu nods in understanding as he walks towards the tree. He didn’t see it at first; the tombstone was covered by the tree.

May the shade bring serenity and peace for the brave soul beneath it, (y/n)

Baizhu read the etchings on the stone over and over again. Trying to understand what was etched and his brain had accepted it, but his heart can’t seem to fathom the thought that, that’s your name written there. That under this tree is you, that the (y/n), his (y/n) is gone. He had to held onto the tree, sliding down as his trembling hands reaches for your tomb stone.

“Master left you this”. The girl said, as she gives Baizhu a brown box and left him to look into the contents of it. Baizhu holds the box, somehow heavy despite the contents only being a piece of letter and an unfinished bracelet, one aventurine missing from it. Baizhu could feel his chest tightening, as he opens the letter.

To my most, dearest Baizhu,

If you received this letter then that must mean that I’m gone. Now, now don’t you cry your handsome face off! Only smiles and laughter should pass those lips. I’m sorry for not coming back to the pharmacy for so long, I was in search for these aventurines. You see, a friend of mine told me that these stones have healing properties and I thought that it would be great for you! Though you’re a doctor, I’ve seen how frail your body is and well… I’m not a doctor so I can’t create a potion for it but I’m an adventurer! Please wear them and I pray that these stones can ease your pain, albeit a little. Baizhu…may I call you my love here? It doesn’t matter anyways; I'm dying so I will. Baizhu, my love, you held my heart in your palms ever since you wrapped those bandages on my body. I’m sorry for all my doings that annoys or disturbs you, it was not my intention love. I am so sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you all this in person but I am a coward and my body is not strong enough to travel back to Liyue, but please. Please Baizhu, don’t you dare blame yourself, you have been a light, a love though unrequited but a love I received through your soft touches and tender words. So please, live a long, healthy life for me and continue helping others. The letter has gotten too long, I’ll wrap it up here. Thank you Baizhu, I love you. I love you. I love you.

P/s: Pat Qiqi’s head for me!

Baizhu held the letter to his chest, his tears had long wash over his face from the beginning of the letter. You’re gone. You’re gone and you had loved him, and he knew but you… you never knew the love he held for you. He loves you too and he could only whisper to the tree of his love for you.

“(y/n), oh my (y/n) … I’m sorry…”. He wailed into the wind, the pain of your death triumph the pain raging through his fatigued body. In his tears, with a trembling hand he attaches the last aventurine onto the bracelet as he ties it on his left wrist.

And it was instant, the stone glow, and the pain he felt in his body dissipates, and he knew, that it worked, that though he can’t understand, but he knew its more than the stone. This final gift of yours were filled with so much love, it healed. He stares at your tombstone; a small smile grows on his face.

Yet why does the pain in his heart stays? And why is it growing? That will be a question that lingers along with him in life.

[deblklesb]

Head [Abby x Reader Oneshot]

established relationship (in the beginning of the relationship), bottom!abby, MDNI

CW: cunnilingus (abby receiving), pet names (babe, love), first time receiving head | not proof read

a/n: this isn't my best due to the recent events, but i tried. had a lot of fund doing it, honestly i loved this dynamic between abby and reader. thank you so much for sending this ask, anon! hope you enjoy it, let me know if you do 🫂

Even though she didn't tell you, inside Abby was feeling very nervous and a little bit embarrassed. Heart beating faster, not in the exactly good way now, hands sweaty and, on top of that, mind not that alert. After a steamy making out session, she wasn't in the mood to process new situations, but you looked so determined and… She wanted it so bad too.

Your voice, filled with lust and curiosity, whispering those sweet words: "Can I taste you, Abbs?". It made her stiff immediately, freezing under your legs straddling her.

"Uh… I- Yeah. I guess?", she moisturized her lips, blue eyes focusing on how good you looked. "I just… Never…"

"What, never received head?" You chuckled, pecks being spreaded around her face. When the answer didn't came, you fixed the posture and looked straight into her. "Abbs?"

"It was brief. I mean, not all of that, I don't know", she caresses your hips, and by the way she hesitates you can feel the nervousness exhaling.

Abby was like a God in giving head, always so hungry and thirsty it almost made you cry most of the times - some of them actually got you in tears. So it baffled you that the same thing didn't happen to her, it actually pissed you off. You weren't that long into the relationship, all of the times you had sex she dominated the situation and you couldn't do anything but to surrender - hell, you didn't have the strength actually, too lost into the pleasure. But tonight, during that make out, the willing grew up more and more on you and you just had to ask.

"Well… So can I make you feel good?" Your palm traveled across her torso, thumbs pressing slightly at her already exposed nipples. Noticing how her chest moved with her deep breaths, you felt your own core pulsating with excitement. Looking at you from down there, she wouldn't even dream about saying no.

"Sure, babe. Go ahead", the blonde nod, letting out a deeper breath.

Carefully, you positioned yourself between her strong legs and pulled out the sweatpants and her boxers. Laying all naked now, she looked so fucking good it almost made you dizzy. Freckled skin so warm and welcoming for your touch, her muscles contracting as you kissed her abdomen with ease. Trailing down and down, following the happy trail of blonde hair, you closed your eyes as soon as your lips reached her thigh. Lord have mercy, you wanted to be suffocated by those thighs.

Salivating with her scent, hands always softly touching her with explorational moods, you pressed a light kiss on her core, on the bigger lips. Next time you'd go all for it, hurrying to drink the juices that made her core so wet, but right now you wanted her to enjoy every second of anticipation.

She was weirdly silent, and that was something to be said.

With adoration, you distributed wet kisses and love bites around her thighs. Hands touching the sides of her, pressing a little bit those strong muscles, you also made sure to caress her abdomen and breasts. Every ritch of breath sent a glee inside of you, seeing her relaxing as the seconds went by. Biting her own lips, Abby wasn't moving too much, but just enough so you could understand how she felt the pleasure rising, and it made you so, so satisfied.

Needing something to feed the thirst that grew, your tongue gradually lapped her pussy, between those lips and directly into the heat. And, oh, she tasted so good. Just perfect for you, ready to have you unraveling her. Your hands stopped on her hips as you did this with curiosity, testing the waters just to get her sighing. Repeating it twice and then again, she was so wet it made you wonder if she got like this every make out session since you started going out… Fuck, all those days in the beginning, when she left before something more happening, did she touched herself to cum?

"Babe, please…", did she say "please"? Abigail Anderson asked "please" under you? "Can you-", she stopped on tracks when you started to work properly, the firm muscle traveling on her delicious core.

"Open your legs a little bit more for me, love", you asked, having her doing so. "Like that. You look so good…", she sighed again and you smirked, enjoying this situation so much. It was filling you with some new intentions. "You can pull my hair if you want, Abbs… And move around too, okay? Don't be shy, love"

She nodded, resting the back of her hand on top of her lips.

"And don't hide the sounds… You make me so wet when you moan…", this last phrase got out with more need, it was true. You could feel your own core pulsating just with this alone. Did she feel like that too when she ate you out?

And so you resumed the activity. Her clit was swollen and growing hard each lick you gave, tongue smoothly massaging the bundle of nerves, feeling it pressing your muscle. Not to be convinced, but you also give good head… You like to use your tongue up and down, not just the tip, no; you rub most of your tongue up, until the tip, and then you use the back of it to do the same. Because of that you start slow, taking your time, just appreciating her deep breaths and small sounds.

After some time making sure she gets the most pleasure out of this phase, you then go a little bit faster, now mostly licking and noticing how her thighs move around your head to open up more. Abby starts to moan a little bit more openly, still not where you want her but you know your girlfriend will get there because she's already worked up.

Abby doesn't know how to put into words what she's feeling. The wet, warm situation going on between her legs is so much more than whatever happened the first time you received this type of treatment. You seemed committed and focused, your eyes closing sometimes just like you were enjoying this as much as her. The thought of you getting turned on by sucking her clit made her more gone, moans growing gradually as her back arched.

"Is it good, love?" Why do you keep calling her that? Normally it makes her chest warm, but now? Now this nickname made her move her hips and nod.

"Y-yes… It's very good…", the blonde gasped when you sucked her clit again and then fatly licked it. "O-oh, do it again, please…!"

She supports the heels of her feet in the mattress and this makes you smirk between your ministrations. Opening up so good for you, shit, you felt yourself clench around nothing. Using the opportunity, you hold the back of her knees and press her thighs against her torso a little bit, having her all exposed, a mix of her moistures and your saliva trailing down her pussy.

With the newfound position and the repetition you were doing, Abby was getting closer and closer to that high. It wouldn't take so long, and fuck, the way you started to eat her out like a hungry was getting her weak.

She full on screamed, holding your hair and moving the way the position allowed, and she could swear you moaned at this. No way was she wasn't getting crazy with that, it was so delicious and made her wonder how the fuck you could go on so furiously second by second.

"I think I'm… Shit, babe, I think I'm…", Abby gasped for air and groaned, pressing your head down on her pussy and noticing how you started to go thirstier. "Lord, babe, I-"

"Please cum for me, Abbs…", your muffled voice vibrated on her, giving her chills. You were asking so very nicely and looking at her with so much need, she could swear she would go crazy. "Cum on my mouth, let me taste you, please…"

You were pussy drunk. Couldn't think about anything but Abby and her delicious cunt against your face, smelling like heaven, tasking like heaven, making you squirm and almost begging for her to sit on your face and suffocate you.

With a long, loud moan, Abby's whole body tensed and she started to feel that delicious high breaking into her. Her legs shook so much now and you kept going, muffled moans vibrating on her pussy as you moved your head vigorously and got every single drop of her juices you could. Her eyes rolled and because of that she couldn't see how your eyes were fixated on her now.

"Shit, fuck", she gasped and moaned more, the free hand holding her knee in place. "Yes, yes, yes, yes…!"

You want her to cum on your mouth everyday.

And completely dazed, you didn't stop. Just kept going, closing your eyes and using your tongue so wonderfully it made Abby gone. But she was feeling overwhelmed, it was good but new, and without knowing what to do she just started to breathe deeply again.

"Babe… Babe, wait, I'm feeling something different, I-", a moan cut her phrase as sometime grew inside, a sensation so unknown she couldn't describe. And she just kept moaning louder and louder, calling for you as you worked so hard to please her, losing yourself in her taste, and something just hit her harder than ever as she pressed her head on the pillow.

You couldn't think straight. All you wanted was more of her, and this thought was interrupted by a splat against your face. She was gasping and looking down now, in awe of the amount of liquid coming out of her and wetting your face.

"Oh, love, you're so so delicious", you smiled almost hypnotized, a hand massaging her pussy as she squirted hard, juices making a mess in hard spurs. Your eyes were glistening with wonder.

"Shit, what-... What was that…?", she twitched her body when you got down again to lick around all her mess, kissing her sensitive skin and groaning each time you tasted her on your lips. Her pussy was clenching like it never did before during something like this.

"You just squirted for me, love", she shivered with your smirk. How come you were so sexy? "And you taste so good, you're so delicious"

"Babe, don't go like that, I-", Abby sighed when you started to kiss her body, going north with wet pecks and more love bites through her freckled skin. "I'm still so sensitive, Lord… You will make me get hornier"

"Hm, yeah?", you chuckled before kissing her breasts, hard nipples against your tongue. "I got so wet tasting you, Abbs, I didn't want to stop…", you would make her crazy, definitely. "Almost touched myself eating you…"

Soon you were straddling her, distributing kisses around her pretty features as she caught her breath. Your thumbs recalled the sides of her eyes, noticing how tears made that place wet.

"Did I did you cry?", you smirked and felt her hands caressing your sides lazily. Abby still felt her mind away.

"Once I can think straight again is over for you", her voice was playful as the blue eyes fixated on you.

"Straight?", you laughed at her eye roll.

[imaginespazzi]

Nivi, I want to start off by saying that you’re one of my favorite authors, and that I loved In Between Shades of Blue so much! I really didn’t think anything could top it, but you’ve out done yourself once again. I am in love with Golden Hour! Monday night is quickly becoming one of my favorite parts of the week. I just read GH with a big smile on my face 😀, until the angst gets angsting and then my face is usually 🫨. I also want to say that reading the reviews after a new chapter is one of my favorite things. It very much gives we are all part of a book club, but not just any book club, a book club with the author. And I just love those interactions so much. I’ve been wanting to join a book club for a while and this very much is scratching that itch so thank you 😊.

Now onto the review:

I loved the flashback of when they were on Team USA. Fetus Pazzi always makes me smile because how are two people so lucky to have found their person at 15? They make me sick in all the best ways. Did they ever discuss their crushes like maybe a celebrity crush? Azzi didn’t seem shocked that Paige’s date was with a girl. I just wondered if maybe they had previously discussed who they found attractive. Oh and the picnic scene was giving me In Between Shades of Blue. I love that in both universes their first date was a picnic. Paige is such a sap I love it. Soft Paige is my favorite.

Azzi makes me want to both hug and shake her. Girlie Pop is so in her head all the time. Whenever her guilt of having said no pops up, I just want to wrap her up in a warm blanket and hand her a cup of tea. I know we’ll find out the reason later, but I can’t help but feel like it was something as simple as she wasn’t ready at the time Paige had asked, and Paige took it as a never and they both made choices off of that misconception that fractured them both. I know Azzi felt she had a good reason when she said no, so I hate that she is constantly beating herself up about it and simultaneously making decisions based on that fear.

It’s cute that Azzi keeps sending her parents to look after Paige. First with the wedding and then the morning after fortgate. It just shows how much she really cares for Paige even when she wouldn’t allow herself to be the one to do it . Makes me wonder how many times during their breakup Azzi was still looking out for Paige, unbeknownst to blondie. There is something just so sweet and pure in the bond they have with each other. They really are best friends first. Also, just as an aside, I really love how you capture their relationship through their banter. It really does feel like stuff they would say to each other, and it’s definitely one of my favorite aspects of their dynamic.

When Stephie says “I better be” to Tim saying she’ll always be his favorite, it just reminded me of the Lebron live when Azzi threatened with “better not” to someone wanting to take Paige out for breakfast. I dunno if I’m reaching on that one, but it was something that jumped in my head when I read it.

Love love all the interactions and family dynamics with the Fudds. Everyone really is scared of Princess 😭. Not only do you capture the bond between Paige and Azzi that feels true, you’re so good at writing for everyone else’s personality as well. It really does just feel like a full fleshed out universe.

Paige asking Azzi “You won’t - you won’t run away again tomorrow morning will you?” Poor Paige is traumatized 😭. But also Azzi answering “I won’t run away again” feels more like a declaration to herself. Like maybe she is finally willing to allow herself to be happy. But also feels like we might end up getting a switch up between the two where Paige is pulling away and Azzi is hanging on. I really can’t wait to see where you take us next, even if I feel like it’s about to get real angsty soon. Please have mercy on us 😭 🙏🏻

Ok, I feel like this has gotten long enough. I can’t wait to read and review chapter 7!

Can I be 📚 anon?

Awwww babes welcome to the book club and of course you can be 📚 anon. I really like that y'all love reading the reviews as much as I do because genuinely I love hearing y'alls thoughts and it actually really helps me flesh things out sometimes. ALSO I love you for calling the UCLA fic by it's actual name lmao.

I think they probably had a conversation about sexualities before for sure so that's why Azzi's not phased but tbh I just didn't want to write Paige with a man lol and idk. Also I love picnics and idk Pazzi just feel so picnic dates coded? Idk how to explain it but they just seem like the kind of people who would love to sit outside and just talk for hours.

OMG! That was not on purpose but I love that you made that connection. Stephie's just such a mini-Azzi, well she's a mini-Pazzi lol.

AH THIS MEANS SO MUCH! I'm always a little worried that I'm maybe not characterizing everyone else right. I like to think I've gotten Paige and Azzi down okay but I've never really written the Fudds like that so I'm glad it seems to true to their irl personalities!

Paige has been put through it so she's just a little scared, my lil cutie baby! I like that everyone seems to think this is a bait and switch and Paige is gonna run this time. I guess we'll find out tee hee <3

[katierosefun]

16 "You were calling out, in your sleep. You said my name." with jwds cause i'm a sucker for comfort ♡

thank you for the ask, anon!! // from these prompts

Dong Sik’s grabbing onto a wrist even before he comes to. He doesn’t even know why, not at first, until light floods from under his eyelids—and when he opens his eyes, Joo Won’s staring down at him.

Dong Sik releases a breath. His whole chest hurts, like he’d been running for miles on end and had only just been forced to stop. His arms hurt too, and his legs, and his head. Maybe he really had been running—maybe he’d been running for the whole night, and he’d only just remembered to come back to bed.

Except that doesn’t make much sense. Dong Sik isn’t a sleepwalker, let alone a sleep runner—but his chest still rises and falls as though he’d been racing.

“Slow down,” Joo Won says quietly, a warm hand spanning on top of Dong Sik’s chest. As though he’s forcing the breath right back into Dong Sik’s lungs through only touch.

And yet, it still works. The weight settles straight through Dong Sik’s shirt, down through bone and muscle and somewhere, Dong Sik’s heart slows its drumming. “Breathe.”

Dong Sik inhales. He finds Joo Won in the dim light, his eyes shadowed by too few hours of sleep and too many hours of work. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I woke you.”

“Don’t,” Joo Won says. He curls towards Dong Sik, chin resting against his shoulder. He pats his hand once against Dong Sik’s chest, again. Dong Sik feels it in his bones. His entire body hurts too much to move, but he manages to tilt his head towards Joo Won’s, enough for their foreheads to touch. “Where were you this time?”

It’s an old game that they play, during these kinds of nights. Whenever the memories rushed up a little too close to the surface, when neither of them could sleep for some reason. Or when one of them was waking up at odd hours again. Dong Sik had thought they were fine, for at least a while—he can’t remember the last time he had a nightmare, and yet.

“The office,” he says quietly, tightening his grip around Joo Won’s shirt. “I just came in.”

Joo Won stills for a moment, and then he pats Dong Sik’s chest again. “Bad?”

“Bad,” Dong Sik says. He inhales again, drawing Joo Won close. “Very bad.”

Joo Won doesn’t ask for the details, and Dong Sik doesn’t feel like divulging. There are certain things that he’ll only mention in the morning, when the terrible things feel less likely to happen. For now, he just stares up at the ceiling and feels Joo Won’s hand against his chest and tries to keep breathing.

“It makes sense,” Joo Won says after a while. “You were calling out in your sleep. You said my name.”

Dong Sik’s throat closes. “Was I,” he says.

“Mm.” Joo Won rests his cheek on Dong Sik’s shoulder.

“Who knows,” Dong Sik says after a beat. “You could have figured it was just a dirty dream.”

“Hm.” Joo Won pinches Dong Sik through his shirt. “Don’t change the subject.”

“Ha. I thought I was doing a good job,” Dong Sik says. He rolls his head over so that he can look at Joo Won. His partner’s face is half-hidden in Dong Sik’s shirt, and the room is still a little too dark to make out much more than just the vague outlines of Joo Won’s face, but it’s enough.

Joo Won sighs into Dong Sik’s shirt. “Don’t fool yourself,” he murmurs, closing his eyes. “We’ve gone over this before. All of it.”

That’s also true.

Dong Sik forces himself to smile. “Fair enough,” he says.

Joo Won sighs again, letting the hand on Dong Sik’s chest slide over so that his entire arm’s curled over his waist. It’s about as close as they can get to each other in this position, with so much skin on skin contact that makes Dong Sik’s breath typically stutter, except tonight—tonight, it’s welcomed in a whole different way.

“Clingy bastard,” Dong Sik murmurs.

“That’s right,” Joo Won replies quietly, his voice a rumble against Dong Sik’s ear. “Unfortunately for you, Dong Sik-ssi—I’m not going anywhere.”

Dong Sik swallows the lump rising in his throat.

“Unfortunately,” he says, and for the rest of the night, he doesn’t ever loosen his grip on Joo Won.

[blueskiestarot]

I'm the anon that asked about spirit guides and thank you for your reply!

I will admit that if my guides hadn't lied, I likely either wouldn't have done the workings or I would have be very slow with it especially when I was still new and didn't want to do anything difficult. but I think within those two years I spent trusting just my guidance, I got much better at knowing when action needed to be taken and I thought since I've learnt to trust myself more, my guides would also trust me to do what needed to be done without beating around the bush.

I'll take up your advice on protecting myself and see what happens. Thanks!

You’re welcome! Anytime! I don’t promise to always have a good answer but I’ll help anyway I can. So, don’t ever hesitate to reach out. That goes for anyone who has a question or just wants to talk. 💛

That makes a lot of sense. If you have learned to trust yourself more, it would be so frustrating to think that your guides don’t trust you enough to tell you the truth. Definitely protect yourself and let me know how that goes and if anything changes. What doesn’t sit well with me is that you’ve requested honesty many times and that’s being ignored with no explanation why. So, that’s why I think it could be low vibrational energies. I’m curious to see how more protection will affect that energy.

Let me know if you have any other questions! ☺️

[blushinggray]

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[larabiatasstuff]

Hello @larabiatasstuff I was wondering if you could write another story please? It's a longer one than last time so I understand if you dont have time or dont want to do it. If that's the case then dont worry. But if you did, I had a thought about cobra kai terry? He seems like he would protect you no matter what. My idea was you are 7 months pregnant with your abusive boyfriends baby, and you cant get away from him. Your bestfriends with terry and he stops your boyfriend from attacking you one day and takes you to live with him in his enormous beach house. Its after that where he confesses why he saved you, and that he wants you. But he understands if you want to take it slow because of the relationship you just had. And he even wants to help you raise your baby. Thank you 💙

Thank you for your request anon 🖤 Don't worry about the length of your request. You could send me a book and I would gladly write something for you. 🙏 You're very welcome 🖤It has two parts.

Triggerwarning : pregnancy, domestic abuse

"God it seems you're getting bigger every day. Also did you look in the mirror recently? You could at least make sure you look presentable." my boyfriend said looking me up and down. I was seven month pregnant at the time, constantly walking on egg shells cause even breathing would cause him to snap. I wished nothing more for me to escape from this relationship but I was afraid he'd hurt me and the baby. "I'm sorry it's just the pregnancy and the household. It's too much." I said, my heart beating fast in my chest. "Bullshit, my mother was pregnant with me and my brother and she still went to work. You're just weak." Sam said. "Yeah but I'm not your mother."I said almost in a whisper. Suddenly he stomped towards me grabbing me by the throat pushing me against the wall. "What was that?" his face was now close to mine "I'm... I'm sorry. I'll try to get everything done, I promise but please I have an doctor's appointment I have to go now." he let go of me "Fine, make sure you bring some bourbon when you come back." "Of course." with that I took the car keys and drove to the doctor's office. I parked the car and started crying uncontrollably till I heard a knock on the window. I looked up and it was Terry. His dojo was next to the doctor's and since I had regular appointments, we often met and became close friends. He opened the car door and got on the passengers seat. "Hey Y/N what's wrong? Is it something with the baby?" he asked putting a hand on my shoulder. "No it's just... I don't know for how long I can do that Terry. Sam's mood gets worse everyday and.... I wish I could leave him." "But you can. Y/N I will help you with everything." I shook my head "No Terry I can't. If he just gets the tiniest hint of me leaving him he'd kill me." Terry sighed. "Okay but I want you to have this. It's a pager, if you ever find yourself in danger just send 911 and I will be there. That's a promise." I looked at him tears still running down my face. "Thank you Terry, for everything." he pulls me into a very tight hug. "Anything for you Y/N." I took a deep breath and wiped my tears away. "I'm sorry Terry but I can't be late for my appointment." he gave me a soft smile "Alright Y/N and remember if you need me I'm there for you." We both got out of the car and I went to the doctors. After that I bought some bourbon and drove home.

[mangoisms]

Heyy it's yj anon

With my midterms officially over, I can finally make time to read again. Thank you for the help with No Man's Land; I'm not well-versed with storylines prior to the 2010s unless regarding specific characters...but I'm working on it.

I initially started off as a Damian fan and only read stories that pertained to him and Talia (it's been rough). I read Red Robin on a whim after seeing some of my Twitter mutuals speak so highly of the series, and I absolutely loved the storyline (minus the last few issues; I also hate how Tam was treated. It was fairly iffy throughout the run, but it was further emphasized in the final issues; there is so much to say about the entire mess that was love interests, but that's for another day). The art style is nice as well, I understand why people are so fond of Tim during that era. Though I figured with no prior knowledge of Tim's character, it was a rough place to begin understanding his characterization. So, I started reading some of his older material, and it's been very interesting!!! I just started Robin 93, but Young Justice has taken up a majority of my attention. The silliness of the first issue with dumb gags about nuns in a station wagon filled with explosives, Tornado finding the trio so annoying it brought forth whatever humanity was left in him...I just couldn't stop scrolling. Safe to say, I am fairly invested in Tim (and Bart, he's just so younger-cousin-coded it's endearing), I plan to go back and read his Robin run (along with Impulse) once winter break allows me the time to properly read and analyze.

I haven't been following you long, so I'm unsure if you've answered this question prior, but what initially got you into Tim's character? (that wording sounds a little off, sorry.) But besides that, I hope you're doing okay and that midterms have been going well! Midterms beat me to a pulp, so I hope all is good on your end lolol

oh man i’m sorry this is so late! i had wanted to get around to answering this when you sent it but i got distracted. glad to hear your midterms are finally over! mine are too, thankfully T_T and of course! happy to help!

red robin was an interesting run… tim is Quite Annoying there and his relationship with tam (and um. women in general there) was a bit Eh. i used to like it but i think that was just the pretty art influencing me LMAO by now it’s just Meh especially because of the way he treats tam and steph and just generally acts. but again you are right that it is a Rough Place for his character. though i would also say that were it not for the grief and general dramatics of the situation, it’s probably reasonably honest? for his character i mean but that’s just me hehe. you’ll see some hints of it in robin 1993 i think but young justice 1998 really helps soften some of it just because it is a more light-hearted one! it’s definitely a lot of fun! i need to pick up my reading for it again tbh but i’m torn between that and reading for diana.. alas

oooh what got me into tim… initially i didn’t like him! i was into jason when i first got into dc and my exposure to tim wasn’t great… i got more accustomed to him through fics but it’s always been a bit grudging on my end LMAO, more of like a ‘i can fix him’ type of situation or at least one where his flaws—because he has Many—are highlighted and confronted. or sometimes assumed to have been taken care of, which is an assumption i welcome when it comes to my own fics. that is a large part of why i like him actually—that he has sooooo many issues. i’m veryyy critical of him HAHA it’s kind of why i’m turning away from whump fics regarding him, just because i’m like… he is not an angel compared to the others LMAOOOO so… yeah. it’s reluctant. and honestly these days </3 he annoys me LMAOOOOOOO it’s weird i know but. he’s like a chew toy to me

ANYWAY thank you sm for this ask!!! hope you’re doing well!! take care of yourself!!!

[thelasttime]

hi madie! long time follower, first time asker here. bit of a heavy question for a tuesday night, so I apologize in advance.

how are you able to keep up with so much and also be good at it and also enjoy it? like what drives your incredible work ethic? of course this is the internet and ik we only see your highlight reel and not the behind the scenes stuff, to paraphrase taylor. I'm just having a bit of a rough day academically, as in being totally unproductive all day despite setting intentions this morning to be productive and get a lot of homework done today, which feels very frustrating.

I know you're studying to become a doctor which obvi takes a lot of dedication and hard work which are things I've been trying to improve recently but simply do not come easily to me.

so ig I'm just wondering if you had any advice for being a more dedicated and committed person when it comes to things like school as well as hobbies (congrats on nailing your audition btw!). I really admire your work ethic and wish you all the best in your studies and life and everything! 💓

hello anon!! thank you for being a long time follower and thank you for sending your very first ask 💕💕 welcome to my inbox hehe

thank you so much for the kind words - it's true that my blog is quite like a highlight reel so you do see a lot of the good parts and very few of the bad parts, but i do try to keep it real on this blog. the main thing is that you can't beat yourself up when you have an unproductive day because it sort of snowballs into a bigger thing if you let it weigh you down. rather than taking this unproductive day as something to be ashamed of, take it as something where you needed the break so you took it!! and then tomorrow, be as productive as possible because you had the break yesterday

it's actually encouraged to be unproductive on some days. when i was studying for the MCAT, we were specifically told to take break days and to make sure that we didn't over-extend ourselves because we would just burn out too quickly. so what i would do is study everyday of the week and give myself a nice break on sunday to do absolutely nothing !! and that was necessary !!

i think what also helps with my motivation is that i really like to keep myself organized which means i am religiously devoted to my google calendar and my to-do list. the google calendar is to make sure that i'm not losing track of the things i need to do but the to-do list is the thing that really keeps me going. it's very satisfying to cross things off of my to-do list and it makes sure that i'm doing everything i need to do before the day is done. if i don't finish what's on the to-do list, i just move it to tomorrow and so on. you don't have to finish everything on the to-do list but it keeps you motivated to cross things off and make sure you're doing what you need to do.

when i was studying for the MCAT, i essentially designed a calendar where i would do certain topics on certain days so i would do chemistry / psychology on one day and then biology / biochemistry on the other day. that way i wasn't boring myself to death with one topic and actually keeping things interesting. if you find that studying is really boring (because it truthfully is, for everyone) i find that starting the homework that you hate the most is helpful because you get the worst part over when you have the maximum amount of energy.

another thing about school studying is that you shouldn't just look at the paper and nod thoughtfully - you should be doing ~active studying~ which is what they encourage us to do during MCAT studying as well. you essentially have to engage with the material in order to learn it well so you can't just stare at the page and pretend you know it !! there's a couple techniques of active studying that you can find online but i recommend anything between flashcards to active recall

for hobbies - it's all just my own enjoyment!! i know i get really lazy and in a pit if i'm not doing my hobbies so i have to actively push myself to join orchestras and do stuff outside of work. one thing that really helped me is to focus on a hobby and see what i could do in the area to get involved. so . i really like playing in orchestras so i spent a day focusing on the different orchestras in the area and then sending them emails about their auditions. that way all of my research and dedication to that hobby is done in one day and i get to reap the rewards later (i.e. they email me back about auditions).

it's also okay to let go of hobbies and find new ones. if you don't like your current hobbies, try new ones! ask your friends if they have any hobbies that you haven't tried already. try a new instrument! try painting! art! there's a lot to do and hobbies are meant to be fulfilling rather than draining.

i hope this helps anon!!

[moved-to-darkplanets]

I'm the anon from the post you reblogged from @/infinitedraconity, and I'm really glad you responded! Tbh I actually wanted to send you an ask but you had anon off 😅. Anyway, i guess I'm looking for advice on how to 'choose' what instincts I have? I actually tried to link a dragon as my first linktype, but it didn't go far bc I didn't have much to build off of, due to how varried dragons are. All I know rn is that I have connections to water, esp. Freshwater, and the western 6-limbed build! -🐊

Yeah, sorry for the delay, I've been in the throat of severe executive dysfunction these past few days.

Once again, I first must warn you that what works for me may not work for you, and certain concepts I'm trying to convey are hard for me to put into words. If you need clarification on anything you're more than welcome to ask for it.I'd recommend beginning by doing some introspection, put serious thought into what sort of being you as you exist now would be like as a dragon. Honestly I'm not sure that you're 100% free to pick your links- linking something that is entirely unlike you will give your mind nothing to work with and will become very difficult. That is why I am a black dragon with many catlike traits, it's not something I really "designed" when linking but rather what had the greatest energetic resonance with my self-image. This is actually a place where the widely varied nature of dragons will be a boon- there's really no WRONG way to be a six limbed, aquatic dragon. If a form and identity just FEELS like it's both a dragon and you, then it is.

And then, seek what traits of yours are already present (your water connection in this case), and mentally begin seeing them/conceptualizing them as your draconic traits. For instance, I'm an almost compulsive collector, I have very catlike body language, and due to my psychological polymorphy I often experience phantom traceries of talon and wing (the physical aspect here is something I'd personally recommend hypnotism, subliminals, and binaural beat meditation for if you do not currently experience them). Weave these aspects of yourself nto your desired self-image, remind yourself as often as possible that you are doing this because you are a dragon doing dragon things, and once this becomes automatic you may be pleasantly surprised as more draconicity reveals itself naturally.

Related, practice a form of mindfulness. Consider your environment. What things would your dragonself be paying the most attention to? How would you react to your surroundings? What would you be thinking?

Also, don't be ashamed to discover if you have hard limits on what link factors you can set. For instance, I cannot become a true extrovert, my brain just straight up isn't wired for it. If it quits being an enjoyable, validating experience to force your 'links and begins to become a source of stress, you need to try a different approach.

Write yourself like a book and most importantly, let yourself relax and enjoy the process.

[minghaoyoudoin]

Heartbreak

pairing: non idol!seungcheol x non idol!fem!reader

genre: angst, smut (minors do NAWT interact!), some fluff

words: 4.2k

warnings: soft dom!seungcheol, sub!reader, a breakup at the beginning, pining, angst, mentions of driving during bad weather, brief mention of alcohol, more angst, kissing, marking, a dash of hair pulling, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, slight begging, praise, cum eating (kinda? idk how this shit works lol), unprotected sex (be better than these hooligans), multiple positions, a lil bit of fluff at the end, implied aftercare happens after the story, sorry DK I really did you dirty here, and I think that’s all!

- requested: yes!

a/n: this one's for you, anon 😉 I hope y'all enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it! believe me, this is only the beginning for seventeen on my page. this also features DK and Hoshi, everyone give them a warm welcome hehe!! - j

You leaned against the trunk of the car, exasperated. You couldn’t believe this was happening, in the parking lot of a grocery store, of all places.

You knew your cheeks were probably flushed with color, your eyes gleaming with unshed tears of frustration.

“What, so this is it, then?” Seokmin asked hotly. His own face held the tell-tale signs of oncoming tears—if he started crying now, surely you would break down. You shouldn’t have been forced to do this right now. He shouldn’t have put you in this position.

You were supposed to be on vacation, for god’s sake.

Well, the end of your vacation, but still. The rest of the boys were currently inside the grocery store, shopping for dinner tonight without a clue as to what was happening outside.

“I don’t know, Seokmin.” You rubbed your eyes with the heels of your hands and inhaled deeply through your nose. “Maybe it would be better that way.”

“Is this because of Seungcheol?”

You froze.

You slowly lowered your hands until they hung limply at your sides, aware that your mouth was hanging open. “What?”

Seokmin’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve been acting strange this whole trip. Before, even. I swear you’ve been attached at the hip to all the guys except me and him.”

Your brain had short-circuited. You couldn’t put the pieces of your sanity back together long enough to provide him an adequate answer.

Seokmin took your stunned silence as confirmation. “I knew it. Have you been seeing him?”

No, you hadn’t. But you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Couldn’t bring yourself to tell him what he obviously needed to hear.

No, Seokmin, I don’t have feelings for your best friend.

It would have been a lie.

In truth, your relationship with Seokmin had been going downhill for a long time now. You’d started seeing him because of your best friend, Soonyoung, and had quickly fallen in with their entire friend group.

Six months into dating, you began to realize that you and Seokmin were very different people. He was funny and daring and charismatic—all qualities you loved about him, but you found that he prioritized being liked by everyone over being liked by you.

You’d been working up the courage to break up with him for two months, and the only one who knew about your intentions was Soonyoung. No one, however, knew about the feelings which had begun to grow for another member of the group during the same time.

Choi Seungcheol.

The unofficial glue that held the massive friend group together. He was empathetic to a fault and kind beyond belief, and you always seemed to gravitate towards one another when you were put in the same room.

And you were hopelessly, irreversibly in love with him.

Since your discovery of that fact, you’d avoided him like the plague. It wasn’t just that you were still with Seokmin—you couldn’t date one of his best friends. It was… wrong. You spent an outrageous amount of time beating yourself up over your crush on the eldest boy, but no matter what you did, the feelings wouldn’t go away.

You realized abruptly that you still hadn’t answered Seokmin’s question. You swallowed the lump in your throat and squared your shoulders.

“No. I haven’t—haven’t been seeing Seungcheol.” Your statement was immediately weakened when you stumbled over your words in the middle.

Seokmin’s eyes shuttered. In seconds, his earnest, desperate expression flattened into nothing.

“Fine. I guess we’re done here, then.” He turned on a heel and strode back in the direction of the grocery store without another word. Like he couldn’t get away from you fast enough.

You stood, completely immobilized, for what could have been minutes or hours.

More than anything, you hated yourself for the first thought that crossed your mind. The undeniable truth that it carried.

You were free.

You slid against the trunk of the car until you sat on the concrete, your knees hugged to your chest. And at last, you allowed yourself to cry.

Seungcheol couldn’t believe what he’d heard.

He really didn’t mean to eavesdrop. It was completely coincidental that he’d gotten into the car moments before you stormed out of the grocery store, Seokmin hot on your heels. He’d started to rise from the driver’s seat again, but then he’d seen the expressions on your faces.

Whatever had been about to go down between you, he did not want to be in the middle of it.

Now, every word the two of you had exchanged was bouncing around inside his skull, setting off like fireworks.

Is this about Seungcheol?

He’d frozen at that question, spoken with such raw hurt from his friend’s mouth.

And you hadn’t denied it. Even after Seokmin had left you there, you hadn’t said the words that would very likely save your relationship with your boyfriend.

Seungcheol listened to the muffled sounds of your crying, still sitting on the concrete behind the car. He had never wanted anything as badly as he wanted to comfort you right now. But surely you didn’t want to see him—in a way, he was the reason your relationship had just ended in flames.

Seungcheol’s eyes burned and he blinked rapidly, massaging his jaw with a hand. He was a terrible, terrible person. You’d been dancing around one another for months, and he’d been stupid enough to go and fall in love with his best friend’s girlfriend.

And now that you and Seokmin had broken up, he couldn’t decide whether to be heartbroken for one of his best friends or unbelievably, selfishly relieved.

Seungcheol shrank further into his seat when your crying quieted. He watched through the side-view mirror as you stood and smoothed your long skirt, then your hair. There was such determination in the set of your shoulders, the deep breath you sucked in and held before releasing it in a rush.

His eyes tracked you as you walked across the parking lot to your own car. You stopped briefly and looked back at the grocery store, and he anxiously wondered if you would change your mind and go after Seokmin.

You didn’t.

You just slid into the driver’s seat and drove away, your hands gripping the steering wheel so tight that your knuckles paled under the strain.

Seungcheol took a shuddering breath. He tried and failed to quash the rising hope in the back of his mind, but it continued to swell of its own accord.

You had been so unhappy with Seokmin these past months. He could see it on your face as easily as if he were reading a book. But at long last, you were free. And he couldn’t decide if his relief at that fact made him an awful person or not.

He watched the spot your car had vanished long after you disappeared, all the while fighting the urge to go after you.

“No, it’s probably better that you left when you did. It’s fucking pouring out here.”

You glanced out the windows to your left, chewing on your lip as Soonyoung’s staticky voice spoke through your phone. He was right. Rain assaulted the glass in thick torrents, casting ever-changing shadows across your living room.

“I’m still sorry for taking off without telling you. I… had an emergency.” Your lie was weak, but Soonyoung either didn’t notice or chose not to call you on it. Chances were he was too hyper-focused on driving on the slick roads that he didn’t have time to process the guilt in your voice.

You were grateful he had a hands-free car system, but you still fretted over him being distracted while driving because of you. “Look, I’m gonna let you go, okay? Please don’t drive like you normally do.”

Soonyoung’s indignant scoff filtered over the line, distorted by the sound of rain.

“I’m a good driver, thank you very much. It’s pretty bad out here, though—I think there’s a wreck up ahead, no one’s moving. I might be here for a while.”

Your heart ached at the thought of being alone. You and Soonyoung had lived together for a couple years now, and being in this apartment by yourself felt like you’d lost a limb.

“That’s alright. Be safe, will you? Love you, dumbass.”

“Yeah, yeah. Love you too, butthead.”

Despite your sour mood, you smiled to yourself as you disconnected the call. But the moment you processed the silence pressing in around you, your smile faded.

You had no idea why Seokmin hadn’t told the boys about your breakup yet. As far as you knew, he hadn’t even mentioned that you’d fought at all. You knew he was with them; Soonyoung had briefly mentioned that he’d gotten in the car with Mingyu and Jihoon before breaking off into curses about other people driving like idiots.

Whatever. You usually loved the rain—you wouldn’t let your shitshow of a day ruin this night for you.

You curled further into the couch, pulling the blanket covering you up to your chin. You switched on the TV and watched blankly as fictional strangers fell in love before your eyes. More than anything, you wanted a love like that.

It must be wonderful, finding someone at the right time who was destined to be with you.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when a firm knock sounded at your front door.

“What the hell?” You whispered aloud, glancing at the clock above the fireplace. 1:30 AM. Who on earth was knocking on your door at 1:30 in the morning?

You stood slowly and tip-toed your way into the foyer, frightened at the idea of giving yourself away. Maybe if they thought no one was home, they’d go away.

Yours and Soonyoung’s apartment was actually more of a townhouse, bordering the street with quaint cement steps leading up to the front door. The fact that there weren’t flights of stairs to scale was the main reason you had decided to rent this place over a traditional apartment, but living on street-level made you nervous.

Unable to help yourself, you peered through the peephole at the small porch beyond.

You gasped quietly. Your hand found the knob before your brain could catch up and you wrenched the door open. The sound of rain assaulted you immediately, the chill wind prickling your bare arms and legs.

Seungcheol looked up in surprise like he hadn’t been expecting you to answer. His hair was soaking wet, plastered to his head and dripping into his collar.

You couldn’t understand his expression. There was an emotion on his face you hadn’t seen before and he looked… a little lost.

“I…” he swallowed thickly, looking you up and down once. “I don’t know why I’m here.”

You blinked, confused. “Are you drunk?”

Seungcheol laughed softly, the sound dripping with what sounded suspiciously like bitterness. “No, I’m not drunk.”

“Then why…”

“Have you ever—” Seungcheol interrupted and immediately cut himself off. You pressed your lips into a thin line, your brows furrowed. He began again, “Have you ever met someone that makes you think you’re insane?”

“What?”

Seungcheol chuckled again and tucked his hands deep into his coat pockets. “I look at you and I… I can’t breathe. When you laugh, I’ve convinced myself the sun is somehow brighter. I was driving home tonight and when it started raining, I immediately turned around and came here. You know why? Because it only rains when you’re sad.”

Your heart was beating so fast you thought it might leap out of your chest. You said nothing, scared that he would keep talking and terrified that he would stop.

“That isn’t even possible, but I still believe it.” Seungcheol’s chest rapidly rose and fell, fervent color staining his cheekbones. “I… I want to be the good guy here. I came here to tell you that. But you didn’t deny it. Why didn’t you deny it?”

You knew what he was talking about. How, you had no idea, but as Seungcheol’s eyes earnestly searched your face, you knew then that he had somehow overheard your breakup with Seokmin.

“Because it would have been a lie.” You whispered. You hated the way your voice wavered, but you couldn’t seem to master the emotion rising in your throat.

That, apparently, brought Seungcheol up short.

“It… what?”

“Seokmin asked me point-blank if it was because of you. And in a way, it wasn’t.” You took a steadying breath. “But it would have been a lie to tell him that my feelings for you didn’t influence my decision to end it with him.”

Seungcheol stared at you blankly and you fretted that you had said too much. Had you somehow misconstrued the situation? You were just so tired of lying—to him, to your friends, to yourself. You owed this shred of honesty to your fragile heart.

At last, he breathed, “I’m so sorry.” He blinked rapidly as his throat worked. “I wanted it to work out between you, I really did. But more than that, I wished every single day that I had been there first.”

Your heart stopped altogether. You could think of nothing to say. How were you supposed to respond to that?

Seungcheol’s face flattened out and you took a single step through the doorway as he backed away. He muttered, “I’m sorry,” again and turned, swiftly walking back down your front steps until the torrential rain hit him again.

You had barely begun to call out to him when he froze. He turned, so slowly you could have lived and died in the time it took for him to look at you again.

Seungcheol met your eyes through the rain. He glanced down the deserted street, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he scoffed softly.

“You know what?” His eyes shone as they at last dragged to you. “Just this once, fuck being the good guy.”

He was up the stairs again before you could process. Seungcheol’s mouth collided with yours, his arms instantly winding around your waist as he pulled you closer to his height.

You instantly melted into his touch.

His mouth moved against yours with a sort of urgency you’d never experienced before, his lips and teeth and tongue sending sparks shooting down your spine. Seungcheol groaned against you as your lips parted, allowing him access to taste you.

Your arms slung around his shoulders, crushing him to you. No matter what happened in this moment, there was nothing in this world that could convince you to let him go.

He tasted like winter. Snow and mint and a hint of something bitter, like he’d been smoking. It was intoxicating.

Seungcheol’s hands gripped your waist as he walked you backwards, kicking the front door shut behind him. Your fingers tangled in his rain-soaked hair and tugged earnestly at the strands, drawing a half-strangled moan from his throat.

You were on fire.

Your skin lit up every placed he touched you, the raw heat of him soaking through his wet clothes and directly to your center.

God, nothing had ever felt this right. You moaned breathily as Seungcheol’s mouth moved from yours to your throat, licking and sucking open-mouthed kisses onto the skin there. You gripped the back of his head, raked your fingernails across his shoulders—no matter what you did, you couldn’t seem to feel close enough to him.

He’d been to your house before, all the boys had, so he had no trouble leading you to your bedroom.

He went with you when you fell back onto your bed, his lips staying connected to your throat as you writhed.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he moaned against you, hastily working his hands beneath your shirt to feel your skin on his. You yanked it over your head with record-breaking speed and clenched around nothing when he growled—growled—at the discovery that you weren’t wearing a bra.

Seungcheol wasted no time sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. You groaned as his tongue worked expert circles over the peaked bud, chills skittering across your skin. His tongue left a warm trail of saliva across your chest when he moved to your other breast.

Your fingers tangled in his hair again, desperately tugging at the roots as he worshipped your body. Nothing, nothing felt like this. His mouth was unbearably warm as it left marks across your chest and you squirmed beneath him, hardly able to stand the ache between your legs.

God, this was wrong. You were supposed to be heartbroken, but—

No. You cut your train of thoughts off almost immediately. Maybe it was wrong, but you knew in your very soul that this was meant to happen.

Seungcheol sat up to admire the smattering of purplish marks he’d left across your skin, his eyes glittering. He kneaded your breasts in his hands and you moaned again.

“God, you are… unbelievable.” He tore his eyes from you only long enough to shrug out of his wet coat and shirt, leaving both in a crumpled heap on the floor.

You admired his bare skin unabashedly. He was perfect. Heartbreakingly, unbearably perfect.

Seungcheol planted open-mouthed kisses across your stomach, working his way down your body with cocky intent.

You writhed when he softly kissed the seam of your pajama pants and he grinned up at you. “What is it, baby? What’s wrong?”

You pushed your hips downward in silent demand.

“What do you want?”

Lord, was he really going to make you say it?

“Please, Cheol.” You whimpered. “I think I’ll die if you don’t touch me. Like, right now.”

Seungcheol pressed individual kisses to each of your hipbones before he slid your pants down your legs.

He groaned and dragged the tip of his finger over your panties. You were soaked to the point they stuck to you, the fabric’s texture chafing against your too-sensitive skin.

He hooked a finger under them and pulled them roughly to the side. You cringed inwardly when his warm breath washed over you. Seungcheol stared at your slickness through lust-glazed eyes, slowly working his hips against the mattress in an effort to gain some sort of friction.

“Seungcheol.” You whined again. Without warning, his full lips closed around your clit.

He sucked hard and you released a vulgar moan, your thighs instantly quivering around his head as his tongue worked expertly over you. He dragged the tensed muscle through your folds and groaned low in his throat at your taste.

“You’re so wet already, baby. Is this all for me?”

You nodded hastily. “Yes, all for you, only for you…” Your eyes screwed closed as his fingers at last poised themselves at your entrance. He pushed in slowly, watching every change in your expression with his lips lightly parted.

You released short gasps as his fingers stretched you out, no doubt preparing you for him. Your body crackled with energy and you felt very near to exploding when his fingertips brushed your g-spot.

And when he began to thrust, you thought you might just come apart right then and there.

You writhed as Seungcheol’s fingers worked in and out of you, accompanied by his muttered praises while he pressed kisses to your hips, your thighs, your soaking core.

You climbed steadily towards your orgasm at a pace that made your head spin. You couldn’t even bring yourself to be embarrassed by the wet sounds you made as he curled his fingers inside you.

“That’s it, baby, let go—yes, cum for me—” Seungcheol attached his mouth to your clit again and moaned against you.

It was your undoing.

You stiffened as your orgasm barreled into you at the speed of a train. For several moments, you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t make a sound, before your breath left you in a rush and you groaned from deep within your chest. Your legs violently shook around where Seungcheol laid between your thighs.

His fingers worked you through you orgasm until your walls stopped clamping down around them.

You shivered when he raised his hand, gleaming with you, to his mouth and obscenely licked his fingers clean. His eyelids fluttered closed and you clenched around nothing, instantly ready for him again.

He crawled up your body with painstaking slowness, trailing kisses across your flushed skin. Seungcheol unbuckled his belt and tugged his jeans down his legs, and at long last he was fully naked above you.

His skin was cold where it touched yours, still a little damp from the rain. You didn’t mind in the slightest—the temperature contrast between you was a shock that left you both desperate to touch more of the other.

You locked your ankles around his waist and froze when the head of his cock slid through your folds. You knew without looking down that he was big. Even after his working you open with his fingers and an orgasm, the stretch would feel incredible.

You both released twin hisses through your teeth as he gently thrusted into you. He was only able to get a quarter of the way in before he met resistance and he pulled out slightly.

He gazed down at you, worry plaguing the beautiful stars in his eyes. You smoothed the crease between his brows away with the tip of your finger and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth.

“I’m okay. Keep going,” you urged, your voice hardly more than a breath of air between you.

Seungcheol obeyed. He spent several long, agonizing minutes working his way into you, both of you groaning at the sensation all the while.

He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. “God, baby, you’re so tight. You fit me so well—” His words cut off in a moan when your walls involuntarily clenched around him.

At last, his hips were seated snugly against yours. Your hands trailed across his shoulder blades as he experimentally thrusted once and you rewarded him with a breathy whine.

He braced his hands on either side of you, allowing his forehead to fall against yours. You both moaned at every slow thrust—you felt him so deep. It was like he was everywhere.

“Cheol, please.”

You didn’t really know what you were begging for, but he did. You knew it the moment he picked up his pace, rocking his hips against yours with enough force that the head of his cock effortlessly hit your g-spot. The pleasure made you dizzy and your eyes rolled back in your head.

You chanted his name as he moved faster and faster, until his hips slammed into yours at a speed that drove you wild.

You grabbed his shoulders and rolled until he was on his back. His cock never left you as you sank down fully onto his length, your legs straddling his hips. Seungcheol’s head pressed into the mattress and he groaned.

His hands found your breasts again, deftly massaging and kneading while you rode him. You bounced with increasing speed, recklessly chasing your high as your walls erratically spasmed around him.

Seungcheol began to twitch beneath you, his breath catching in his chest. You were both close, so close—

Your second orgasm hit you without warning. You cried out and your upper half fell forward, catching yourself on your hands on either side of his head. You clenched so hard that Seungcheol grunted, his own high hitting him a moment later.

You continued to rock your hips on him gently, working you both steadily through the waves of euphoria crashing into you. His cock twitched inside you, releasing thick spurts of his warm cum that you swore sent goosebumps running over your legs.

Seungcheol’s arms folded around you and he pulled your chest against his. You laid like that for a long time, his head buried in the junction between your neck and shoulder with your legs still straddling his hips.

Perhaps you should have felt guilty, but you didn’t. You knew without a doubt that the man still nestled between your walls was the most right decision you’d ever made.

He kissed your shoulder gently to draw your attention.

“You okay?” He asked softly, his eyes unbearably tender as he looked over you. “Let me clean you up.” He began to push you off of him, probably so he could grab a rag from your bathroom, but you locked your arms around his neck.

He laughed softly. “Okay, okay. Maybe later, then.”

“Let’s just… stay like this, for a while. If that’s okay.” You whispered. You couldn’t get enough of him—his smell, his taste, the feeling of his skin on yours. You never wanted it to end.

“Whatever you want, baby. Anything for you.”

Your heart warmed in your chest as his words. His knuckles traced gentle shapes between your shoulder blades, each touch grounding you to the present.

Maybe you weren’t sure what you were going to do after tonight, but it didn’t matter.

Whatever it was, you would do it together.

please like and/or reblog if you enjoyed!! I would also like to note that I love seventeen so much I think I could die so there's that, lol

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[missmouse25]

Good old classic like meeting his parents and brother and nanny?? Maybe showing you around the house and his childhood room, With max f🥺

Hello Anon! ❤️ i will admit that i got very caught up in the 'meeting the family part' , sorry about that. hope you like it regardless! ✨

Part of the Family - Max Fewtrell

gender neutral first person pov // 1245 words (thats a nice number) // no warnings. brothers being brothers, nervous reader, good old fluff

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“Babe, relax, there’s nothing to worry about.”

We drove through the suburb, and every time we passed a house, I wondered if the next one was the one that we’d stop at.

“That’s easy for you to say, they’re your family.”

I felt a hand quickly pat my thigh; I looked away from the window and to Max. He was dressed in his casual clothes but still wore his branded sunglasses – probably because they were the ones that he’d been able to find quickly.

“All you have to do is be yourself,” Max said as the car slowed down. “That’s the reason I fell in love with you.”

The car finally came to a stand-still.

“Are you ready?” Max smiled at me and my heart started to beat faster.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

 Luckily for me, it was Theo who opened the door and not one of Max’s parents.

“Hey! Good to see you again!” He said, giving me a hug before stepping out of the doorway and inviting us inside.

There were noises and voices from further in the house and it hit me that I was really here. I was really about to meet Max’s family.

“Mum’s in the kitchen, and Dad and Sam are somewhere else,” Theo said as he led us.

I felt Max slip his hand into mine as we followed to the kitchen, which made me feel better.

“Theo, is that them?” Mrs Fewtrell’s voice resonated as we stepped into the room.

“Turn around and see for yourself.”

“Hey, don’t talk to Mum like that,” Max chastised his younger brother.

Mrs Fewtrell came to the doorway where we stood. She had the same kind eyes that Max had and the smile on her face was bright. You could tell she loved her family very much.

Max gave her a huge hug. He’d been telling me just earlier that there was nothing like his mum’s hugs – a place that always was inviting, even when he’d done something horrible.

Finally, it was my turn.

“Hello, Mrs Fewtrell, it’s lovely to meet you.”

“Oh please, love,” Mrs Fewtrell hugged me next and I instantly understood what Max meant. “Call me Louise. No need for such formalities with us.”

“Mum, we brought some biscuits. Can I just put them on the counter?”

Louise looked between us.

“Now why did you two do that?”

“My mother taught me that you shouldn’t show up to someone’s house empty handed,” I said, hoping that I hadn’t offended them. “So, I baked condensed milk cookies, they’re probably my favourites.”

“They really are very good, Mum,” Max said, now swatting Theo’s hand away from the container.

“They sound delicious!” Louise said with a smile. “We can have them with some tea after our meal.”

Quietly, I let out a sigh of relief. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as bad as I had thought it would be.

 

Meeting the rest of the family was a breeze. Sam, the eldest son was so similar to Max, it made me laugh, and the three brothers were easily amused among themselves. Mr Fewtrell gave me a warm welcome and promised to show me all the embarrassing video’s he had of Max in his younger days. When the Sam and Theo started teasing Max, their dad then threatened to show theirs as well, which promptly shut them all up.

“Come, now, time to eat! We can talk more at the table,” Louise ushered everyone into the dining room, stopping next to me to whisper. “You’d think for how much they love eating that they’d be eager to get to the food.”

I laughed at the truth in her words, thinking of how often Max would come home famished but wouldn’t eat until after he’d showered and asked about my day.

Together we sat at the table, Max next to me with a hand on my leg for comfort, and ate the delicious meal that Louise had prepared for us.

“So, has Max been giving you any trouble?” Sam asked from where he sat opposite me.

The cheeky grin was not lost on either myself nor Max, who threw a singular pea at his brother.

“Boys!” Paul’s voice was not loud but it was firm, and both of them apologised immediately.

“No, no trouble at all,” I said, still amused by the family antics. “Although he did almost forget my birthday.”

All eyes turned to Max who instantly jumped in to defend himself.

“I did not almost forget! The stuff I had planned originally fell through and I had to scramble to get something else!”

“Sure, Max, sure,” Theo teased before ducking as Max held up another pea.

Louise shook her head but was smiling slightly still.

“What have I always said about having backup plans?”

The Fewtrell family murmured their agreement to Louise’s words. I gave Max an apologetic look to which he quickly leant over and kissed my cheek, earning a cacophony of noise from around the table.

 

“Let me take those,” I said, quickly standing up and lifting the plates off the table.

Paul and Louise shared a look before I followed Louise into the kitchen and put the dishes on the counter

“Thank you, that was such a lovely meal.”

“No need to thank me,” she said. “I’m always happy to feed my family. Speaking of, are your family close by?”

“Sadly not,” I answered, feeling the slight pull in my chest like I always did when thinking about how far I was from them. “It’s just me here. Well, Max is here too I guess.”

“Well.” Louise moved to take my hands in her own. “If you ever need anything, you let us know. I’ll tell Max to give you my number, call me whenever you need me.”

My heart felt full to the brim by her words. My voice caught in my throat as I barely managed a ‘thank you’.

 

While everyone was waiting for the kettle to boil, Max snuck me upstairs and through the first door on the left.

“Tada, my childhood bedroom. Please don’t judge me.”

The bed was covered with Ferrari themed covers, and amongst the pillows I spotted one well loved teddy bear. There were models of cars and planes on the shelves and trophies from his first karting events. On the notice board above the desk, an old school announcement was pinned into the chalk, next to a photo of a very young Max and Lando.

I looked at everything, taking in all the details. All the things that had made Max the person he was today. Gently, I took this teddy bear off the bed.

“And this little guy?”

Max’s ears and cheeks flushed pink.

“Hmmm, you’ve found Senna-Bear.”

“Senna-Bear? Like…”

Max nodded before I could finish and I giggled.

“He’s very cute.”

I felt Max’s arms sneak around my body and his head on my shoulder.

“He was a good friend to have. A piece of home when we travelled.”

We stood like that for a little while, lost in our own thoughts until a voice called out loudly from downstairs.

“Oi, love birds!” Theo yelled. “Kettle’s boiled!”

~

“So,” Max said after we had waved goodbye and climbed into his car. “As bad as you thought it’d be?”

I shook my head.

“No, it was great. Your family is amazing. I’d love to be a part of it someday.”

Max smiled widely.

“I’d love that too.”