#anyways - more shots on the way hehehe

[buckiverse]

☆ warnings: mdni, this is literally just a cock analysis for sylus, zayne, and caleb

☆ a/n: SYLUS HOLD MY HAND—CALEB IS ABOUT TO DRAG ME AWAY!

rafayel and xavier ver.

S8GSBTV - #b0685a

As we all know, Sylus is tall, with a broad, muscular frame and an imposing set of shoulders. He’s strong—insanely strong. The man boxes, for god’s sake. I would hate to take a liver shot from him; he might accidentally send me straight to the afterlife. He’s in phenomenal shape, with stamina to match—because, of course, it’s a requirement for his sport.

And his cock? Well, it follows suit. A solid eight inches (20.32 cm), and yes, he’s a shower. I mean, have you seen that perfect print in his pants??? He doesn’t even know where to put all that. It’s big—long, thick, girthy. No wonder he has a size kink. And let’s be real, so do you. The stretch is delicious, always leaving you working to take him all the way.

The head? A deep, rich brown (go look at the hex code <3). His pubic hair? Trimmed, but left a little longer—just how he likes it. And side note? He loves when you do the same. Says he wants to "explore the jungle." Oh, and let’s not forget: it’s straight and a slightly darker gray than his hair. Perfection.

And the veins—the veins. His cock is thick with them, pulsing, prominent. The most sensitive part? That sweet little slit. Run your tongue along it, and he will hiss, grip your hair, and growl something like, “Don’t do that unless you want me to come in your mouth, kitten.”

And, of course, you’ll keep doing it anyway. Hehehe.

Z7LSLCGBPLT - #9C524F

As we all know, Zayne is tall, with a lean yet well-built frame and broad shoulders. He’s strong—moderately muscular—but more refined in his strength. Being a doctor, he has a natural responsibility to stay in shape and take excellent care of himself.

And his cock? It follows suit. A solid seven point three inches (18.542 cm), and he’s a grower. The print in his pants might be deceiving at first, but don’t be fooled—it’s big. Not just long, but with an ideal girth. The best part? It leans slightly to the left, and when he’s inside you, he knows how to move his hips just right, angling to hit that perfect, sensitive spot.

The head? A beautiful brownish pink. His pubic hair? Trimmed low—because he understands the importance of keeping some. He’ll never go completely bare, and honestly? He prefers when you don’t either. And yes, it’s perfectly straight.

Unlike some, his cock isn’t overly veined—but what it lacks in texture, it more than makes up for in sensitivity. The head? Insanely responsive. Pull back his foreskin, drag your tongue along his frenulum, and just like that, he might lose control—maybe even come all over your face.

C7GGPTV - #DF9796

As we all know, Caleb is tall, with a lean yet powerfully built frame. He’s easily the most muscular of the bunch—his body honed to perfection. Being a fighter pilot demands peak physical fitness, not just for endurance but for absolute control in the cockpit.

And his cock? It follows suit. A solid seven inches (17.78 cm), and he’s a grower. The print in his pants might not always give it away, but trust—it’s big. Long, with just a bit more girth than average, making every inch of it something to savor.

The head? A gorgeous pink. His pubic hair? Trimmed low for convenience, though he’ll go completely bare if that’s what you prefer. Naturally, though, he keeps it neat, with a slight, loose curl to it.

And let’s talk about that vein. A single, prominent one that runs up the length of his pretty shaft—one he loves when you trace with your tongue. Oh, and let’s be clear—he’s uncut. Don’t care, won’t argue on that point <33

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btw this is what the codes mean (excuse my behavior because now that I actually typed it out i realize how crazy i look rn):

S8GSBTV: sylus-8inch-girthy-shower-brown-trimed-veiny

Z7LSLCGBPLT: zayne-7inch-left slant-long cock-grower-brownish pink-light trim

C7GGPTV: caleb-7inch-grithy-grower-pink-trimed-veiny

[novvabee]

Just imagine poly!marauders x reader who decides to go on a holiday trip together but when they arrive there is the classic one-bed-trope (or maybe two and they argue on who gets to share the bed with reader) and she’s all shy bc even though they live together she never spent a night with them in the same room, specially on the same bed!

(Btw, are you planning on getting them together?)

hehehe soooo... I am planning on it, but for right now I live for the pining and the wholesome moments without them being together. anyways here is part 9.

And They Were Roommates pt.9

Summary:reader and the boys go on a trip, one bed trope, it's cute

word count: 1.9k

You and the boys decided to go on a little weekend getaway. You all decided to go to some classic touristy spots like the zoo and aquarium, which the boys definitely loved, and a history museum, which for some reason really fascinated James and Sirius, they stopped at nearly every attraction and stared in awe, especially when it came to the dinosaur fossils. 

You chalked it up to them being typical boys and found it almost comical, they acted like they had never seen some of the stuff.

After a long day filled with fun, you were in need of a rest. Luckily, you and the boys had rented rooms at a hotel nearby, knowing that it would be too far a journey to go back home at the end of the day.

After a quick bite to eat at a cute little cafe, you and the boys made your way to the hotel. It was a short journey, just up the road from where you had been spending the whole day.

“I just don’t understand,” Sirius said while walking to the hotel, “Those paintings, they were pretty, but why were they in a museum? They didn’t even move.” 

You laughed and continued walking. “Of course they don’t move Siri, they’re paintings.” you replied. 

Sirius opened his mouth, looking like he was going to question you, but Remus nudged him and shook his head at Sirius, halting him from asking any more silly questions. 

You reached the lobby of the regal hotel you were to stay at. Remus told the three of you to wait, that he would check in and grab the keys. You hung back with Sirius and James and talked about all the fun animals you saw. James was recalling a particular shark that he liked when Remus returned to the group.

“Uh, small problem,” He started, making the three of you turn your attention to him, “There's been a mix up with the rooms.”

You furrowed your brows, what kind of mix up could there possibly be? You thought you booked everything correctly. “What do you mean ‘mix up’?” you asked.

Remus sighed. “Well uh, instead of two rooms with two beds each, there’s two rooms with one bed.”

“Oh,” you said. “That’s not a problem, we can share, right?” you looked at the other boys. They nodded in agreement.

“Ok, how do we want to split the rooms then?” Remus asked.

“I’ll go with Y/N.” James said in a rush.

Sirius looked at him and scoffed. “That is like calling dibs on someone, you can't-”

“I didn't call dibs on her, I just said-”James interrupted. They began talking over each other.

“-Look, personally, I think it’s just unfair if-”

“-shut up Sirius”

“James kicks in his sleep.” Sirius turned to comment to you.

“Do not!” James defended himself

“Yes you do! Tell that to all the bruises I have acquired over the years!” Sirius shot back at him.

“Maybe I kick because you toss and turn constantly-” James was interrupted again, this time by Remus.

“Boys,” he said calmly, having had to break up these types of arguments many times, “How about we let Y/N decide who she wants to room with, yeah?”

With that, all the attention was now directed at you. “Oh. I don’t mind, I can share with whoever,” you said, not wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings by picking one person over the other two. 

Remus sighed and turned to the other two boys. He muttered something to them and they all agreed by nodding, then broke into a game of stick and stones. This made you giggle, so incredibly childish of them, but so incredibly amusing to you. You thought for a moment that maybe they were playing to see who would be stuck with you, that maybe none of them actually wanted to share a bed with you. But this theory of yours was proven wrong when Remus was eliminated and swore at the other two. You giggled again.

James and Sirius continued until Sirius groaned and threw his head back, James laughing in victory. He swung an arm around you and said, “Looks like you’re stuck with me tonight, love.” James grabbed one room key from Remus, and started to lead you two to your room. 

Before you made it very far, Sirius whispered to you “I’m not joking he kicks.”

You smiled and bid Remus and Sirius goodnight before making your way to your room.

James, always the gentleman, carried your bag for you and opened the door for you when you reached the correct room. You shuffled in and took a look around. The room was quite big and luxurious. 

The bed was king sized, so you were a little more relieved. You walked in and plopped yourself right in the middle of it. James set your bag down and looked around the room as well. 

“Oh uh, I can sleep on the floor or something by the way. I’m sure there’s extra pillows and blankets in the closet.” He said.

You sat up and looked at him. “No! Don’t be ridiculous James, I’m not making you sleep on the floor.” you laughed. “Besides, there’s plenty of room for both of us in this bed.” you pat the spot next to you.

James was blushing but trying to play it cool. “Ok, as long as you’re ok…”

You rolled your eyes at him but smiled. He sat on the bed next to you.

“So is it true?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Is what true?” he asked back.

You laughed and replied “That you kick.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “No… I mean maybe. How should I know I’m asleep.” he laughed.

“Have you and Sirius shared a bed a lot? I mean… for him to bring it up…” you said, trying to not make it seem like you were asking something too personal. You have seen them laying together often on the couch… you knew they were close and often brushed it off as something they did as friends, that they were just cuddling and affectionate. But know… know you weren’t too sure, with Sirius’s comment and all. Maybe they were more than friends…

James chuckled again and thought for a moment. Then he replied, “Yeah we have… when we were younger, in school, he would climb into my bed a lot when… well, Sirius doesn’t have a particularly great family. So when he would get sad or stressed or… I don’t know… if he’d have any feelings relating to it, he’d often climb in my bed. We’d talk about it, or sometimes just lay there, then eventually we would fall asleep.” he turned to you to continue. “Then when he was about 16, he ran away from home and came to live with me. For a while we only had one bed,” he laughed, “but we didn’t really mind. It wasn’t until Remus came to live with us that we all got our separate rooms.”

“Wait,” you said a bit confused, “Remus came to live with you too?”

James nodded. “Yeah, a little while after Sirius did. Remus also has… a complicated family history. So yeah… we’ve all shared beds but… I guess we just like to be close to each other.”

You felt so bad, so guilty for bringing it up. You thought that maybe… but it was actually much worse, sadder. “Oh…” you said, because that was really the only thing you could say. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bring-”

“Oh no! It’s fine.” James stopped you. “We're all the better for it.” He smiled.

You nodded but still felt a little bad. You hopped up and told him you were going to shower quickly. He said alright and that he would find something to watch for the two of you. Showereng, you still felt awful for assuming that maybe they had slept together, when in reality, they were just boys who were affectionate, and… ugh.

You dried off and changed into some comfy clothes, stepping out into the cold bedroom.

James was already in some sleeping pants and a hoodie, leaning back on the headboard, staring at the tv screen. “I found two movies we could watch either Jurassic World or Mulan, but if I had to pick… I’d wanna watch Jurassic World.” he said, looking at you with pleading eyes.

“You really liked the dinosaur exhibit today didn’t you?” you laughed.

“I really liked the dinosaur exhibit.” he echoed and smiled at you, turning the movie on.

You climbed into bed right alongside him, also leaning against the headboard. You two watched the movie and talked for a while longer before either of you got tired. It was midnight when both of you decided to sleep, knowing that it would be an early morning.

“Y/N?” James’s voice sounded from beside you.

“Hmm” you answered, trying to get comfortable.

“Is it ok if I take my shirt off?” he asked.

You froze completely. James was incredibly fit and you would be lying if you said you didn’t love the thought of sleeping next to him shirtless. But it was just like him to ask before doing it, to make sure he wasn’t making you uncomfortable at all.

“U-uh yeah go for it.” you stammered. Thank god he had already turned off the lights or else he would see the red hue staining your face. 

He pulled off his hoodie and threw it across the room. You turned onto your side, away from him as you heard him say “Goodnight Y/N”.

“Goodnight,” you replied.

You couldn’t sleep immediately, the one reason being that you were under the AC, which, after being in the shower, made you so much colder. You tried to pull the comforter up more, but James turned to you.

“You alright, love?” he asked.

“Yeah, just cold.” you said, trying to keep your teeth from chattering. James got up and found his hoodie from where he threw it and handed it to you.

“Oh no,” you began to protest, but it was no use, he was already bunching it up over your head. You gave in and let him slip the warm fabric over your body.

“Better?” he asked.

“A little,” you said as he climbed back into bed, truthfully, it did help, but you were still slightly cold.

You felt the bed shift, then felt his arms around you. If you weren't blushing before, you definitely were now. You made to protest, to say that it was ok and that he didn’t have to but before you could get a word out James shushed you.

“Shh, I run very warm.” he said sleepily, and it was true. He was like a human furnace, like a heated blanket wrapped around you.

You smiled and curled up to get more comfortable. You must have accidentally brushed James’s leg while doing so because he let out a yelp then a laugh.

“Why are your feet so cold!” he whisper shouted, making you giggle and apologize.

“I run very cold.” you joked. 

You both layed there, getting warm and dozing off. You wished you could feel it every night, it was like the sun was shining perfectly on you, you could get used to this. But he was your roommate and you didn’t want to make anything weird between you all, even if that meant never feeling warm enough in bed again.

i hope this is good... idk. also james got what he wanted from last part lmao

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[f1fnatic]

WELCOME TO MIAMI ⤿ l. sargeant 22

→ ( in which. . . ) you are alex's little (half) sister. after inviting you as a guest to the miami grand prix, his teammate falls head over heels. part 1 of ?

→ ( fanfic genre. . . ) smau

→ ( face claim. . . ) momona tamada + pictures from pinterest/instagram

→ ( pairing. . . ) logan sargeant x fem!reader

→ ( content warnings/disclaimers. . . ) cursing, fluff, alex trying as a wingman

→ ( author's note. . . ) back again and with another smau! this is my play on he fell first/she fell harder. also, this is to set the plot, part 2 will explore the relationship! i hope you enjoy! see end for more

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lilymhe cant wait to see u !!

y/nalbonnn so excited <3 !!

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y/nalbonnn i said what i said.

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y/nalbonnn all you babes!

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alex_albon no she already spends enough time over there

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y/nalbonnn i thrifted it :) !

user65 hope you're having fun!

lilymhe you can run me over and i wouldn't be mad 🤷🏻‍♀️

y/nalbonnn GIRL RUN ME OVER

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idk what is happening but another fic done! this one was super fun to make, i had a great time :D anyways, if you would like to be on the taglist, comment!!! requests and feedback are welcome! make sure to leave a comment and kudos as well (only if you want :P)

[hyukascampfire]

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𝘀𝗶𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 knight & princess c.sb oneshot

O1 this is gonna be so good. so medieval, so dark fantasy. this is part one of a two part knight series. i haven’t even written one yet so how could i be planning two….? um… next question. it just has to be this way. i’m thinking slightlllyyyy obsessed maybe even yandere soobin for this one. you know me and my yanderes.

( ↻ ) : OO5%

𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 knight & princess h.k oneshot

O2 part two of the knight series. i don’t think they’re gonna be interconnected, just two independent knight & princess fics. def long one shots. i’m so excited for this one, you know it’s right up my alley… hehe. i’m thinking a very strong, astute and dutiful knight for kai. we’ll see…

( ↻ ) : OOO%

𝗱𝗮𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳𝗹𝘆 ⠀heartworm spinoff c.yj oneshot 🍐

O3 heartworm spin-off. i’m thinking similar summer, fantasy vibes. coming of age of course! it just feels right to give heartworm a sister. i think it’s going to mirror the whimsy of heartworm, but where heartworm was silver and dust in my head, this is gonna be more fresh and daylight. i’m not sure how to put it into words right now but you’ll see when she comes to fruition! i’m not 100% set on the photos but these are what it is for now hehe

( ↻ ) : OOO%

𝗺𝗮𝗰𝗵 1O ⠀racer k.th oneshot 🍐

O4 cocky, best of the best toxic taehyun. this one may end up being shorter than intended, but wtvvvv. i think the racing that he’s gonna do here literally doesn’t exist in real life, but that’s the beauty of fantasy hehehe. some strange mix of f1 with the crowds and street racing with the 1v1s. idk!! all i know is that he’s gonna be sexy.

( ↻ ) : O10%

𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲 roommate/high sex c.yj small oneshot

O5 nothing too substantial but im obsessed with it nonetheless. i literally hallucinated this one in one of my maladaptive day dreams before sleeping one night. have i ever gotten high? no. stay with me!!! this is really fun and seggsyyyy

( ↻ ) : OOO%

𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 bsf k.th small oneshot

O6 just a fun little summer fic! smells like obnoxious sunscreen and feels like sand sticking to you in my head, if you’re wanting vibes. soooo fresh soooo fun. not priority, but it shouldn’t take me too long. taehyun lathering you in sunscreen? who doesn’t want that?

( ↻ ) : O4O%

𝗯𝗼𝗺𝗯-𝗽𝗼𝗽! bsf c.yj small oneshot

O7 another short but sweet one. definitely coming out when we creep into summer just for vibes. red white and blue brothers!!! that makes me giggle when i see the layout. um, anyway. popsicle? summer? sticky juice? you see where i’m going?

( ↻ ) : OOO%

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[choerrysjubiles]

Stars in His Eyes

pairing: Anton x fem!reader

warning: smut! cunnilingus, cum eating, backshots, unprotected sex, pulling out, also reader has tattoos :3

wc: 1.4k hehehe

a/n: anton to me is dr bruce to gayle waters-waters uhm anyways I'm insane and I whipped this bad boy up in a day 💪🏼

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"You have tattoos?"

Anton's voice was a little loud, surprise volumizing his discovery. His eyes fixed on the small star along y/n's elbow. Situated right above the joint, a fine line tattoo that could easily be overlooked.

Laughing, "I do," she smiled at him, amused at his shock, "I have a couple, actually."

"A couple?" His eyes shoot to her face, feeling his cheeks flush at her amused smile.

"I'll show you them sometime."

Y/n returned to her phone, scrolling through something or reading another thing. Anton tried to distract himself, he really did. He tried looking at instagram, twitter, even videos on tiktok didn't help him. But he stayed sat, glancing every now and then at the star, thinking a hundred questions about it. Did it hurt? She mentions a couple, how many make a couple? What was her first tattoo?

"When did you get it done?"

Y/n looked over at Anton, seeing him fidget lightly.

Amusing him, "Maybe a year ago?"

His eyes shot all over the place, nervousness making him fidget and move even when he wanted to stay composed.

Maneuvering closer to him, "Do you wanna see them?"

Her arm caged him in, her hip touching his left thigh as her arm held her torso up hovering over his lap. His hand unconsciously moved onto her hip, guiding her into his lap.

"A little." He whispers. His eyes were staring onto her collarbones, nervous of what confidence he'd see if he looked into her eyes.

Leaning down, y/n kisses the corner of his mouth. Hearing him whimper, she felt his hand move to hold her head to properly kiss him.

Sitting better in his lap, y/n got a better feel at Anton's growing boner. Deepening their kiss to grind onto him, his hand traveling throughout her body to anchor himself onto her, feeling himself sink into the couch.

"You-" He's gasping for breath trying to find his words. "You said you had a couple."

Leaning in to kiss and bite onto his plump lips, "I do."

"Where?"

"Here."

She stretched the the neckline of her top down to show a small tattoo right along her sternum, a little bit above her breasts. Seeing the sight Anton's breath hitched.

"You can touch, if you want."

His hands carefully moved upwards, tracing the line work, feeling the bone beneath. His hands rested along the bottom hem of y/n's shirt, looking up at her for permission.

"You can take this off, as long as I can take your shirt off."

Her voice grew more husky, his cheeks warmed more hearing the arousal in her words.

Anton's hands moved under the thin material, feeling the soft skin of her ribcage before pulling off her shirt. Seeing her exposed skin, he immediately leaned in to kiss her stomach, her breasts, her tattoo.

"Not so fast." She teased, pulling his shirt off of him.

She leaned in and deeply kissed him, his tongue licking her bottom lip before he cradled her, one hand stretching across her back and the other hooking into her knee, moving y/n onto her back. He left wet kisses down her neck and onto her shoulders, hands moving her bra straps to the side to kiss as much skin as he could.

She lifted her back up enough to slide her hand behind her and unfasten her bra. Anton threw her bra onto the floor as he began kissing and licking her breasts. Large hands cupping and massaging them as he alternated between her left and right breast.

He continued his way down, kissing and lighting touching her stomach and waist until Anton got to the hem of her shorts.

Before Anton could finish his "Can I?" y/n was already begging "Yes, please."

He slowly dragged her shorts off, sliding them all of the way down her legs before crawling back up to her soaked panties. He gave a light kiss to both hips bones before hooking his fingers into the sides of her underwear and sliding them down.

Anton grabbed y/n's calf to throw over his shoulder, situating himself right into her heat, leaning down to drop a light kiss onto her clit before giving a light lick upwards. His tongue was flooded with the taste of her, sweet and salty. Her gasps and whimpers gave him the confidence to continue. Holding onto her hips and thighs as he lapped at her, flattening his tongue to collect as much of her honey as he could. Lightly sucking onto her clit before sucking up the dripping wetness in her hole.

"You're so sweet." Anton looked up at her, fingers rubbing her clit as she's fallen back, hips jerking upwards as she gasps for air.

"Anton, please."

"Please, what? Lick you? Fuck you?"

"I really need to cum." She whined.

"Of course, baby."

He moved his arm to insert two fingers into her core as he continued licking and sucking onto her clit. The louder she moaned he faster his movements became.

"Yes, yes, fuck- Fuck you're so good! Yes!"

He continued his movements, slowing down as y/n came. Removing his fingers, he licked up her cum, continuously dripping out of her.

"Anton, mmm."

She tapped at his arm, "Please, can we fuck."

"Can you go again?"

"Please."

"Okay, baby." He sat up before shedding his pants and boxers.

Panting and calming down from her high, y/n still wanted to tease and egg on Anton.

"You wanna see the tattoo on my back?"

As if his dick couldn't get harder.

"Yes."

Moving to turn away from him, Anton could see the small tattoos along her back. A word here, a small image there.

"Can I fuck you like this?" He asked, hands tracing along her skin noticing how she arches a little more the longer he touches.

"Please."

Leaning over y/n folds downwards and gasps when Anton grabs onto her hips pulling her up to a doggy position. With her back arched and ass in the air, Anton positions himself, teasing the head of his cock up and down her slit. Her whimpers tell him to stop teasing and he slowly inserts himself.

He slides in as slowly as possible, seeing how wide he's stretching her out. A low moan escapes him as y/n's walls clamp around him. They both sigh-moan as Anton is fulled inside y/n.

He holds still, hands gripping her hips tightly as she's pulsing around him.

"You can move."

With that, he slowly slides out, about halfway before pushing in again, a touch faster. As he continues, he grows more confident in sliding almost out, leaving his tip in before grabbing y/n's hips to push back in.

He leans down and cages her in with his wide frame. Hips melodically thrusting as he hands move from her hips to the sides of her head. Y/n tilted her head, still moaning, to look back at him. Face flushed, saliva pooling and dripping down her lips.

Anton shifts a little, trying to go a little slower with stronger thrusts, moving he finds her other arm.

"Fuck."

Anton grabs her elbows, lifting her up as he continued pumping in and out of her. Her gasp fills the air.

"You have them on both arms?"

All y/n can reply with are moans and gasps.

feeling her tighten even more around his dick, Anton thrusts faster, hips unconsciously going sloppier and harder.

"Shit."

He holds her up with his left arm, having a tight grip onto her arm, as his right snakes across her front, rubbing circles into her clit. His climax is coming but he's racing to finish y/n off well before he can cum. Feeling her walls clench and spasm, y/n cums with a loud moan, he continues rubbing her clit as he pulls out.

He grabs onto his dick and finishes himself off, cumming onto the couch and y/n's thigh. He holds onto her as they drop onto the couch, catching their breaths and cooling off. Anton rubs and traces shapes across y/n's hip and thigh.

"I didn't you liked tattoos that much." Y/n teased, leaning over at him with a wide grin.

"Don't do this." Anton sighed, unable to hide a smile as he scoffed at her.

"I should get more, maybe even a matching out with you." She giggled.

[the-thing-withfeathers]

maybe a tara vs sam , always fighting for r’s attention , always trying to one-up each other , etc ?

series masterlist

carpenter v carpenter

it started off as fighting over who would drive you to physical therapy while you were healing.

your arm was far from good and they wouldn’t even let you out of their sights.

and then you’d see a little pot of flowers by your hospital bed,

but then sam would walk up to you with a bouquet that must’ve cost her an entire paycheck.

you often found yourself staying over at the carpenters’ during your recovery.

tara would run you a bath then sam would give you a massage.

sam would cook you breakfast, then tara would race back to the apartment with take-out for dinner.

you had to admit, you enjoyed being spoiled. but you knew what they were doing.

“okay, as much as i enjoy all the attention. you guys have to cut it out.” you chuckled, watching the two bicker over which movie you liked more. truth was, you actually hated both movies.

but you were a little bit amused at the way sam’s jaw tensed and the way tara’s eyebrows furrowed.

you had both sisters wrapped around your finger.

they ended up settling on an entirely different movie. one that you finally got a word in about.

sam to your left, tara to your right.

halfway through the movie, you started to doze off. it wasn’t as amusing as you thought it was going to be.

your head started to get fuzzy— and then it started to fall.

your head tipped to the left, then it tilted to the right.

the sisters side-eyed you, and then each other.

both secretly hoping that your head would magnetise to their own shoulder.

and then you settled, your head finally finding it’s landing on a carpenter’s shoulder.

as you snuggled up to the girl, you basked in her warmth.

you missed the smug smile on her face when she knew she had won this battle.

•*¨*•.¸¸♪

author’s journal

slayyyy hehehe here’s a silly little drabble! i wanna flesh it out a bit more in the actual fic and also maybe in a seperate one shot but this is all i can muster for now.

i loooove the concept of the sisters fighting over you. they’ve both got such an attractive competitive spirit that it could get soo feisty and i’m into that.

anyways, i hope this suffices for a little bit while waiting for the next part. i promise i’m cramming this assessment as much as i can 🤭

ily all <33

kisses xx

[xuchiya]

Hello! Firstly, thank you so much for sharing your beautiful writings with us online 💕

I saw your post about your inbox being empty and I was wondering if you could write Jongho angst/fluff about his new relationship with reader who likes skinship, so like he gets shy and conflicted at first, maybe even insecure about not being good bf or angry about having to do skinship but then they both work things out and it has good ending? 🥺

I'm in desperate need of Jongho scenarios, maybe you'll bless me and other ribos with one 🙏

If not, it's okay too! Have a good day/night :D

Hello my loves, thank you so much, I'm quite rusty since i have stop writing for many years and this year was the only time I returned writing!! I am happy to always share my works with you ... and feed your delulus heheh 👹kidding my loves. Anyways, your wish is my command my loves.

"I'll hold your hand, eventually" || choi jongho || one-shot

|genre: non!idol jongho. fluff. angst. girlfriend! reader |mentions: fear. self-doubt.

When you first meet Jongho, you notice the way he is conservative. At first you thought he was shy—which you were correct as it took him a lot of time to adjust. You were patient enough to let him bask in the presence and the reality of being in a committed relationship. Meanwhile, inside his head numerous anxious thoughts hit him at once; being in the relationship, skinship does happen in some kind of way. Either it be a choice of savoring in the closeness or sweetness of your partner or by accident closure, either way it happens and he is not prepared for it. 

The air between you and Jongho had grown thick with an awkward tension that neither of you seemed to know how to cut. You put your lips in a thin line as you glance his way before directing it somewhere.

 It wasn’t always this way. 

When your relationship had first begun, everything had felt easy, light, like walking on a cloud. He is gentle with his words assuring you, making his presence a sense of comfort whenever you walk outside to take a breather— to which you both have loved to do ever since.

But now, four months in, a certain weight hung in the space you shared.

It had started with the little small things. One morning, you and Jongho decided to eat breakfast outside since the weather is nice; weather is warm to your skin, the sky greets you with its fluffy clouds and it feels like a good day. Unknowingly under the influence of the beauty of nature, you reach for his hand, a moment you wanted to share with him but it all shattered when Jongho smoothly pulls away from your hold. He thought that you wouldn’t notice when he started pointing things in general to distract you.

You felt it and it left you awkward and embarrassed as you thought you were going way too fast and nodded at his facts and such.

But what you didn’t know is the way he stiffened when you leaned into him on the couch during movie nights. Your favorite routine with him was to watch various shows and anime movies. Howl’s moving castle was your favorite of all time and it always leaves you with a fluttering heart.

“Howl is so sweet, he reminds me a lot of you.” You spoke with a huge smile on your lips as you gaze at the man beside you. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“He looks more like Wooyoung-hyung.” Your lips jutted to the side and nodded, agreeing with him “Yeah well he acts more like you.” 

You watch how he subtly rolled his eyes at you, jokingly to which you threw the small pillow you were hugging at him. He kept teasing you until you narrowed your eyes and moved towards him. The sudden short distance made Jongho’s eyes widen as he subtly moved backwards.

“You still are my Howl.” Even the joke had died and the awkwardness born in the middle of your playful bickering; It made you move away as you mumbled a small apology and kept your eyes on the screen.

That moment hurt you as you notice in the corner of your eyes the way he moved in his seat to make himself comfortable and placed a pillow just between you two. It was embarrassing and painful as your eyes blurred for a minute until you pushed it down and distract yourself, unsuccessfully, on the movie.

The last one was the final straw. He never reciprocated your hugs.

You tried not to let it bother you, knowing that Jongho wasn’t as naturally inclined toward skinship as you were. But the more it happened, the more the doubt crept in. Did he not like touching you? Did it mean something deeper about your relationship? 

You knew how shallow your reason is for distancing yourself from Jongho but it felt like the world was playing with you for finally having the thought of happily ever after. Of course! You promised Jongho and whoever hears it that you will always extend the patience you have within you all throughout your relationship.

But a simple gesture is enough to doubt whatever you have. Whoever you were.

On the other hand, Jongho was battling his own storm of thoughts. He loved you deeply, and that scared him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to hold your hand or embrace you—it was that he wasn’t sure how. He wasn’t sure if he’d be good enough for you, if he could meet your needs the way you deserved. The last thing he wanted was for his awkwardness to disappoint you.

The weight of his doubts grew heavier with each passing day, an invisible barrier he couldn’t bring himself to cross. His heart raced every time you smiled at him, every time your fingers brushed him. He wanted so badly to close the gap between you, but something inside held him back—fear, uncertainty, a quiet voice whispering he might not be enough.

It all came to a head one chilly evening as the two of you were walking home from dinner. The streets were quiet, save for the soft crunch of your shoes against the pavement. The glow of streetlights painted golden halos on the wet ground, and your breath mingled with the cold in small, visible puffs. Without thinking, your arm instinctively looped through his, seeking warmth and comfort.

But Jongho hesitated. After a brief moment, he gently pulled away, shoving his hands deep into his coat pockets. The absence of his touch sent a pang through your chest.

You didn’t want to cause a scene in which he was already awkward with what was happening between the two of you, so you sighed and stopped in your tracks, the soft clink of your shoes on the pavement cutting off abruptly. The suddenness of your pause made Jongho stop as well, his back stiffening as he turned to face you.

“Jongho, why do you keep doing that?” you asked, your voice steady but carrying a weight of emotion that was impossible to ignore.

It was the moment Jongho had been dreading, the day he wasn’t ready to face. And now, he stood before you, caught in the headlights of your question, his throat dry and his heart pounding like a drum.

“Doing what?” he asked, feigning innocence, his voice barely above a whisper. He knew exactly what you meant, but he wasn’t prepared to confront it—not now, maybe not ever.

“Pulling away from me,” you said, your voice quieter now, laced with vulnerability. The look in your eyes told him this wasn’t just about tonight. This was about every moment he’d retreated, every time he’d let his hesitation overshadow the love he felt.

Jongho felt your words like a sharp knife, slicing through the layers of fear and doubt he’d built around himself. He opened his mouth, as though to speak, but no words came. He swallowed hard, frustration bubbling within him as he grappled with the emotions threatening to spill over.

“Do you even like me, Jongho?” The question came out softer than you intended, almost a whisper, but the impact on Jongho was like a thunderclap.

His eyes widened, panic flashing across his face. “What? Of course, I do!” he blurted out, the suddenness of his response surprising even him.

“Then why does it feel like you’re always holding back?” Your voice cracked, the dam of your own frustrations breaking at last. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them away, determined not to cry.

Jongho looked down at his feet, his hands still buried deep in his pockets as though they could shield him from the weight of the moment. He drew in a shaky breath, the cool night air filling his lungs as he tried to summon the courage to speak.

“I’m scared,” he admitted at last, his voice trembling with raw honesty. “I’m scared of messing this up, of not being enough for you. You deserve someone who knows what they’re doing, someone who isn’t… me.”

The vulnerability in his voice caught you off guard, and your anger softened into something gentler, something understanding. You took a small step closer, closing the space he’d put between you.

“Jongho,” you said softly, “I don’t need you to be perfect. I just need you to be here—with me.” Your words hung in the air, fragile yet powerful. It has come to you that this is what he has been going through and you instantly felt guilty for not noticing the turmoil he is in; you could have taken it in a way to understand more than just letting your emotions get the best of you. 

Jongho finally lifted his gaze to meet yours, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. It was like a weight on his shoulders had lifted and he could finally see the pain of his absence in touch. He would have already you in his arms if it wasn’t for his fear and doubt. But because your simple but impactful words had melted those thoughts away; gradually, hesitantly, he pulled his hands from his pockets, reaching for yours. His fingers trembled slightly as they intertwined with yours, but this time, he didn’t pull away.

“I’m here,” he murmured, his voice barely audible but steady. “And I’ll try. I promise I’ll keep trying.”

The weight of the moment settled between you, not as a burden but as an unspoken agreement to face the challenges ahead together. And as you walked the rest of the way home, hand in hand, the silence between you felt different—warm, reassuring, and filled with a quiet hope.

[sams-art-domain]

Why not me?

Ivan/till

No alien AU

Inspired by this artwork by @carlozw

Chapter 1 of 2, 4007 words, 99.99% angst,

Till is more emotionally mature than I meant to make him so he’s a little sillier.

Tw - general TW of death and all that entails

hehehe Please reblog if you enjoy! :3

ff under the cut.

It’s summarized pretty well by the first few sentences.

A weight on his shoulder, a squeeze around him. Maybe even an all too familiar head pat. Till knew what was going on,

 Ivan couldn’t even leave him alone through the afterlife.  He was sure of it. 

That freak had somehow found a way to bother Till, even though he was dead. And it was starting to get hard to bare, 

Till sat in a criss-cross position, drawing. Not really paying attention to what, it had been about a week since Ivan died, and his fucked up producers was going to make Till show face on stage in a few hours. Just saying a few things about the… stunt Ivan pulled, and he did not want to do that. 

Till’s face reddened at the idea of it. He couldn’t believe that selfish- annoying- Idi- 

Till jumped out of his train of thought- A strong hand patted his head, he could feel it but it wasn’t there. 

“Fuckin- Ivan-“ Till swatted his hands above his head. Even though he was alone in his bedroom, he felt stupid and if anyone else saw him, they’d probably call him crazy. 

Till stared at his paper, he had drawn the stage. Where Ivan was shot. By some insane fucked fan. Of his. His fan. It wasn’t Ivan’s fault that Till was a worse singer. If Till sang better that fan wouldn’t have flipped out and shot Ivan. If Till had moved faster then he might’ve been the dead one. Not Ivan. 

Till stood up. Suddenly very- something he didn’t know what he felt but he was pissed about it anyway, 

“God fuck this-“ He went to go punch a wall. Even though this was an apartment rented by his producers, they would have to pay for the damage. 

He hit something that’s definitely not a wall. 

“Fucking- IVAN-“ He hit him again. And again, and again, and for once in his 17 years of living he would have done anything to have been able to see Ivan’s face. Probably smiling like the weird ass freak he was. 

He slumped against the wall? Ivan? He actually didn’t care. He was tired. Really fucking tired of having to feel like this. His face scrunched up in that empty angry way. When you want to scream with frustration but there's no air in your lungs to scream with. Till stared at the floor of his stupidly fancy building.

Ivan’s fucking dead and Till just gets to move on? He gets to go show face today and make thousands of dollars while Ivan just sleeps in his coffin. It’s not fair. Till should be in the ground right now. Not Ivan. 

Till leaned more of his weight on to the wall(ivan). He exhaled in less of a sigh and more of a last-breath kinda way. He felt dizzy. Exhaustion taking hold in his bones. Like he had never not been tired. “Why not me?” He asked under his breath. Knowing no one would hear it. 

He fell asleep standing there. 

He woke up an hour or so later. Lying in his bed, his heated blanket on the highest setting and wrapped around him. He curled in on himself. Not really remembering how he got to his bed but he didn’t really care. He checked the time. 

1:45ish. He has to get up, like. Now if he wants to make it to the stage in time. “Fuck this…” Till Weakly hit his head on his pillow a few times. He didn’t want to get up. 

Something tugged at his arm. Tug. tug. Till looked at his arm, above the blanket. Something definitely was tugging his arm. 

“Ivan-” Till knew he sounded insane. It was kinda stupid, really. But what else would it be? He wasn’t exactly close with any other dead person. 

“Augh-” Till grunted as one swift, strong tug had him upright in a sitting position. Tills head spun from the sudden change. He felt weak. And tired. Really, really tired. But of course, the producers wouldn’t care that he was being haunted or that he was grieving or that he was tired. They’d threaten him. Or his mom. Tell him that her wellbeing rests on his shoulders. And he knows it does, They wouldn't be able to afford her treatment otherwise. It sucks but that's how it is. And Till loves his mom. He isn’t a quitter. 

Till stood up, and as he did, he felt Ivans hand pat his shoulder. Which was oddly tame and almost comforting. He sighed, and then got dressed in the outfit his producers instructed him to. All black, the shirt having a wide neck that was slightly off of the shoulder. The same outfit he wore in round six. The same outfit Till wore when Ivan died. Sick fucks. Didn’t give a crap about him. 

Whatever. Not like he had a choice. 

Till went to the bathroom, did his own routine rather swiftly. Covered his eyebags with concealer.then swiped eyeliner on his eyelid. Per request of the producers, he put on some subtle black eyeshadow. Till looked in the mirror. HIs brain still felt asleep. Fuzzy. Sedated almost. He just looked at himself. Thin. Thinner than usual? Tired. More exhausted than usual? He looked kinda dead. Ironic all things considered. Till felt like crying. His nose burned like he was about to. But he couldn’t cry. He just put on makeup.. 

He was hugged from behind. It was horrifically comforting. If this was all in his head he was gonna need to have some serious medication to fix it. It felt so real and as much as Till wanted to believe it was real there was always that doubt. ‘You’re crazy. Insane.’ Till didn’t really know how to feel. Never did anymore.

 He wanted to quit this stupid idol job and do something with his stupid life. But he loved singing. 

He wanted to cry but also didn't want to wallow in his own self pity. 

He wanted to see Ivan’s stupid face but also wanted to forget him more than anything.

His life was just stupid contradictions and ultimatums. Hell- his own birth was due to a failed abortion. His mother wanted to get rid of him but couldn’t. 

Till slammed his fists down on the bathroom sink counter. 

Ivan pulled him away from the sink. Holding his hands, still behind him. Till squeezed his eyes shut. Willing the tears to go away. He went to check the time. Ivan held his hand still. Sometimes Till wasn’t even sure this was Ivan. He thought Ivans soul? Spirit? Whatever. Would have been troublesome. And chaotic. Not cuddly and touchy-feely.

 Maybe this is what Ivan had wanted. To be near to TIll. To be able to hug and hold TIll. Maybe it would’ve been easier if Till had let him. Why’d Till even push Ivan awa-

Till's phone rang. He scrambled to pick up his phone. Ivan let go of him. Tills phone read “evil assholes” The producers. “Fuck my life I guess.” 

Till answered. 

“WE NEED YOU HERE IN 5 MINUTES. NOW. THE TAXI IS ON THE WAY. BE READY, IF YOU’RE LATE YOU BETTER CATCH A TAXI TO THE HOSPITAL BECAUSE THE BILLS ARE GONNA GET REAL HARD TO PAY REAL FAST.” The producer on the other end practically screamed through the phone. Good thing Till hadn’t cried. He wouldn't of had time to redo his makeup. 

“Yes. Sir.” Till spoke through his teeth. Enraged he was being held by a leash like a dog. He wanted to punch that fucker in his jaw for threatening him like this. Till hung up aggressively. A silent fuck you to the producer. 

Till walked out of the bathroom. Seething. So fucking angry. Too. Fucking. Angry. Till could feel his breath hitch like he was gonna scream. But couldn’t because this was an apartment with thin walls. Didn’t want any of the stupid rich ass CEO’s next door to flip out. Instead, Till sat on the cough to get his shoes on. Slamming his fists down on his knees hard enough to bruise before slipping his shoes on.

Till, now with his shoes on, had a moment. Briefly mind you. But a moment. To be really. REALLY. Fucking angry. Nothing even mattered to Till right now he just wanted to hurt and hurt and hurt. Whether it be him or someone else didn’t actually occur to him. Till gripped his own shoulders like a crazy person. Furious he had to live like this. Why’d his mother get sick? What did he ever do to deserve such fucked up shit to happen?  

“Fuck. THis-” Till hit his own head with the ball of his hand. He didn't even know what to do with himself. He just wanted to hurt something. He stood up. Practically shaking with anger. He couldn't even remember why he was angry. Hardly. He should be used to being held by a string like this, it had happened since his late middle childhood. When his mom got sick ad his life was turned upside down and the fucked organization that ran this show found him and abused him until he was so completely dependant on them he couldnt escape. Honestly? “Why am I even surprised!? THEY NEVER EVEN FUCKING HELPED!!!” Till was trying to stop from yelling but he had let that one slip. He trembled with anger and he couldn’t put it anywhere. His hands balled into fists seemingly on their own. He turned towards a wall and began punching. Harder. Harder. Harder. His hands hurt bad. His hands were scraped now. He kept hitting the wall and then-

“Till- you have a ride prepared. It is here now.” A higher pitched voice called through the door. Snapped Till out of his rage. 

Till looked at the door and then his hands. Shaking like he was in a snowstorm. His left, index knuckle bloodied. He didn't have time to care. It would just make the producers look bad. Till didn't mind that at all. He exhaled. And turned to the door. Putting on a straight face. Trying to hide any evidence of his breakdown from before. He could only imagine he looked horrible. He hadn't eaten in 2 days. Hadnt slept well since Ivan died. He hadn't even hardly gotten out of bed since Ivan died. Only getting up this morning because he had to.

Till ran his hand down his face, then opened the door. 

Till had made lots of mistakes in his life, but walking out that door? Probably the worst. He was bombarded with paparazzi, 3 professional grade cameras. Tons of other people with their phones out. How do they always find where he lives? What the fuck. 

“Till, I'm so sorry they just followed me and then I couldn't get them to leave-” The girl apologized, but Till just nodded. Deciding he was gonna mentally tap-out right about now. Already overwhelmed as people yelled questions at him(that he of course, ignored.) 

They practically crawled through the crowd and to the taxi as he got in, it finally being a bit quieter. 

“I’m so sorry- I didn't know if i should call security or not, I hadn’t meant for it to get this out of hand.” The woman looked like she was going to cry, and Till knew it wasn’t her fault. 

“Next time just call security, they’re here for a reason. It’s not your fault they don’t know how to act.” Till looked out the window.  But then decided to just rest his head on the front passenger seat. Already far too tired to be doing this. 

He felt a hand on his shoulder, he went to look and woe-and-behold, no one. Well, not technically no one. Ivan. The woman driving had shivered, under her breath, saying something about how cold it was in the car. Promptly turning up the heat in the car, despite it being 80 degrees. 

Ivan hadn’t felt cold to Till. He had always seemed somewhat cold when he was alive, but he was always warm to Till. Something of comfort even. Till always felt far from Ivan when he was alive. Though now Ivan felt so close to Till it was suffocating. 

Kind of like the night after it was made public that Mizi was kidnapped, almost a year ago. Ivan had visited Till. He had felt so weirdly there. And close. He was so real then even though usually Ivan had felt fake and far away. He had even asked before hugging Till. Who at the time was so distraught and scared that he had let Ivan hug him. It would have been normal for any other person, but the softness and vulnerability was so new and different. It was really nice. Which is something Till didn’t know he could have with Ivan. Till thought about that night often. He had sat on the couch with Ivan and he wrapped his arm around Tills shoulder. They hadn’t said much that night. Just hello, goodbye, and Ivan had asked- “Can I hold you?” That was really it. Ivan had hugged and cuddled Till while he cried. But since then they hadn’t said much. And then Ivan was shot. And died. And Till could officially say that this was the worst year of his life. The only thing that could make it worse was his mom dy- 

Don’t jinx it. Do not finish that fucking sentence. 

Till had started to think he was the one hurting the people he loved. The day before till was going to confess to Mizi she was kidnapped and had not been heard from since. The day that he had started to really think about Ivan as more than just an annoying guy he’d known for years he died. He died. 

The car stopped. Great. He was at the place he thought of as hell on earth. It was so fucking hot in the car yet the woman driving still had the heat on. 

He sat in the car. Wishing a crazed fan would shoot him next. But he wasn’t shot, so he opened the door. 

Y’know how earlier he thought he had made the worst mistake of his life? Well this was a worse one. 

People, people, people people- Till had decided then he HATED people. There were hundreds. Some with microphones and news reporters. Some were just phones. Some polaroids. He hated being watched like this, fuck his stupid life.  

A man holding a large camera asked him a question, loud enough that he could actually hear outside of the loud ambience of a crowd this huge. “Had you been dating Ivan before he was shot?” 

Why? The. Fuck. was the first question he was asked. Not. ‘Are you okay, how have you been? Why are you back so early?’ 

No. It had to be about that stupid thing- Ivan- Fucking hell Ivan why did you have to kiss me- and then die?! 

Till thought he might’ve punched the guy. Then he felt a strong hand grab his. Ivan. It made Till tired. Sad. Less angry. So he did what he did best and ignored the question. Just wanting to get backstage and away from these people. 

And he did just that. 

Once backstage, Ivan had let go of his hand. And Till felt an emptiness. Ivans soul was very… comforting? Safe? Whatever. 

Till didn’t get to feel safe here. 

As he walked through the entrance to the room directly leading to the stage, several makeup artists rushed him to a seat and began working. Obviously, they had to make him as emo as possible. Heavy eyeliner, using contour to make him look more tired than he was. Trying their best to really make him look like he was mourning- but in an aesthetic way not “I’ve barely eaten or slept in days because I’m, so horrifically distraught and empty and of course the soul of my dead person is haunting me why wouldn't he?” kinda way. 

Once they had finished, The producer. Anakt. Came up to him. Great. 

“WE NEEDED YOU HEAR 10 MINUTES AGO!!!! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN???” 

Till looked up at him, a sickening amount of rage washed over him. He stayed silent though. 

“UGh- fuck this. Just go out there, say some kind of basic-ass eulogy, confirm you are NOT. gay or queer supporting at all, tell them that round 7 is in two months and then get off the stage. I’ll be deducting 10% of your paycheck for your tardiness. Don’t let it happen again.” Anakt walked away. Leaving a Till trembling with rage and fear.

He stood up, and made face. 

On this stage alone is a privilege. Usually only given to the winners of Alien Stage. But of course, Till is standing here because he wasn’t shot. 

He walked up to the microphone. Sick with so many emotions. Resisting the urge to cry. And he didn’t know what to say. The crowd went silent. 

Till figured if this was gonna be about Ivan, this was gonna be honest. Something he never was with Ivan. 

“Hello everyone. I-” Till gulped. his throat already dry. “I’m here to talk about the events that happened 6 days ago on this stage. The day that Ivan-” He paused, debating his words. “The day that Ivan was murdered. Shot 3 times through his back.” Till swallowed tears. 

He looked at the crowd, the one that was usually cheering. But now dead silent. 

He felt a strong hug. Arms wrapped around him. He decided to keep going. 

:”I’ll miss him. A lot. And I don't think my life will ever be the same again.” Arms squeezed tight. Till let it happen. 

“I think I deserved to have died on that day. Taken Ivans place.” Despite being a celebrity, Till wasn't good at words and struggled on what to say next. Ivan rested his head on Tills. It felt like it was just him and Ivan. Words came easier. 

“But I didn't. So it's up to me to keep living now. I’m sorry that this is how things ended up.” Till sighed. 

Ivan pressed his forehead to Tills. And Till leaned into it. He probably looked a little weird, but who cared. 

“If I could say something to him today I’d say this: 

Ivan, you have been the person I've been closest to for almost 10 years. You have made me happy and mad and sad and made me feel just as much as I didn't know I  could. But despite that you’ve always been fabricated. Hidden. Far away. Yet I could always feel your warmth. LIke the sun, so far away yet warm all the same. 

Maybe under different circumstances we’re normal kids. Not forced to fame. Not used liked dolls. Maybe we bicker and fight but we never have to worry about faking it for PR. Maybe you’re genuine and real and we’re close and we hang out after school and play video games. 

That’s truly impossible now. And I think- I think I hate the man that shot you. Which is hard for me to say because I don't want to hate anyone. But I do. I know I do. And I think there was a time in my life where I hated you. For always being so clingy yet distant. For always being so blunt but hidden. It pissed me off. 

But now I don't think there's anything in the world that would make me hate you. Nothing at all. The only reason I hated you is because no matter how much I tried I couldn't understand you. You were so fixated on me. But was never honest. Never real.  Never close- I’m just going in circles now. But anyway. I didn’t understand you, and I still don't, and I don't think I ever will understand you. And I guess I'm stuck with that now because you’re gone. Sometimes I think you’re not really gone. Sometimes it feels like you’re right there. That I could reach out and feel your stupid hand. Or that if I could just squint a little harder I could see your stupid smile. But I guess you are really gone. I’ll never know you. And that's my biggest regret. I think. 

Since you’ve died I've barely slept, eaten, or got out of bed. Since you’ve died every morning when I check my phone, I feel something in me die when there's no good morning. Every night, I feel like my whole routine is thrown off because I don't get a good night's text. I don’t think I've had any real conversation with someone since you’ve died. The fucked up part of someone dying is that they’re existence doesn’t end. They still exist, just not with you. They’re still alive in an unfulfilled routine, a memory, a dream, a feeling. The hurt. And it's the worst. Like how when you empty a cup of water, you’ll get thirsty again but the cup is empty, and eventually you die of dehydration. And there's nothing I can do to fix it.”

Till couldn’t stop from letting a few tears slip. Ivan squeezed him, holding him like he was trying to protect him from himself. Till swallowed and kept going. He knew his producers were much more than furious at this point. Figured he could keep going. 

“I said that I wish I had died that day, not you. And that's true. Ever since you died all I have been able to think of is ‘why not me?’ ‘Why wasn't I shot?’ And I still wish I was dead right now instead of you. Though I don't think I would've wanted you to suffer like I am right now. The last thing I would have wanted was for you to be forced on stage to excuse your death while you’re still grieving. So there's gotta be a reason I didn't die. I don't know what it is. But I know that there has to be one. Right as you died. Hands around my throat, you smiled. You smiled like this was the best day of your life, and maybe it was. Maybe you were surprised, but happy with your death. Maybe you wanted it. You always were selfish. Always just doing whatever you wanted- or maybe you didn't want it? But you had accepted it anyway. I don't know. I could ask questions like these all day. It doesn’t matter.”

Ivan was holding till so gently. With so much caution and love- and Till was crying. Fat, hot tears rolling down his face as he tried to only look at his feet. 

“I don't know what was hoped to be accomplished with this. But I did it. So, before I go, I want to confirm two things.” 

This might be the true, real, most horrific mistake of his life. But Till seemed to have been making lots of those lately. So he figured, Why not one more. From this, he realized something. From Ivan dying and this speech, he had made one of the scariest and most upsetting realizations of his life. And now he was gonna tell the world. He tried to hide his slowing tears as fast as possible.

“Ivan loved me, that's why he kissed me that day.” The crowd seemed to perk up at that, lots of whispers, and Till figured that he might as well make his worst mistake, ever. 

Ivan let go of the hug, him not even expecting this.

Till decided to just say it, get it over with and walk off the stage. “And I love him. Which is why I let him.” Till remembered that at the time, he had tried to push Ivan away, so he added. “Sorta.”

“That is my eulogy for Ivan. Round 7 in two months.” Till walked to backstage, and the crowd fucking erupted with cheers and claps and screams. 

Ivan held his hand the whole time.

also yes of course the title is a mitski reference what do you take me for? A good author?

[aventurineswife]

u r now my go-to whenever i have an idea for aventurine :3 (and i love everything u write :3)

so like readers parents invite aventurine over cuz they wanna meet him. aventurine gets nervous (who wouldnt) and reader tells him itll be fine. but readers parents dont like him when they meet him for the first time bc hes part of the ipc (no one really likes the ipc im pretty sure). eventually he grows on them bc hes nice and treats reader well. once they learn his trauma and backstory they're joking about adopting him cuz theyve always wanted a son :3 but it doesnt really matter cuz aventurine is gonna marry reader anyway so theyll get the son they always wanted >v<

-:3 anon

Meeting the Parents!

Summary: Aventurine nervously meets your parents, who initially judge him due to his connection with the IPC. Despite their doubts, his kindness and the revelation of his traumatic past win them over. By the end of the evening, your parents jokingly consider adopting him, unaware that Aventurine plans to marry you, making him family in more ways than one.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Family Dynamics, Nervousness, Romance, Humor, Trauma, Supportive Parents.

Warnings: Light angst, mentions of trauma, family tension.

A/N: HEHEHE THANK YOU SOO MUCH!! 🤭💖 AND I LOVE YOUR REQUESTS!! <33

Aventurine stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his collar for what felt like the hundredth time. He’d faced down intimidating boardrooms, handled high-stakes deals, and even wagered his career on sheer wit and nerve. But nothing could compare to the butterflies fluttering wildly in his stomach at the thought of meeting your parents.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his usually confident voice edged with uncertainty. His eyes found yours in the reflection, an unspoken plea lingering in them.

You took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “They’re going to love you, Aven. Just be yourself, okay?”

His usual grin flickered on his face, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Myself?” he echoed with a soft chuckle. “I hope they can handle that.” He took a deep breath and straightened his posture, donning his most dashing smile, a look that usually melted away doubts. “Alright, let’s do this.”

The smell of fresh-baked bread filled the air as you stepped into your parents' house, leading Aventurine by the hand. Your mother greeted you warmly, her gaze flicking to Aventurine with curiosity…and a touch of skepticism. Your father, meanwhile, offered a polite nod, but there was no missing the cautious look in his eyes as he took in the flamboyant attire, the card suit details, and the peacock feather earring glinting in the light.

“Mom, Dad,” you began, smiling encouragingly, “this is Aventurine.”

Aventurine extended his hand to your father. “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. [L/N].”

Your father shook his hand briefly before pulling back. “So, IPC, huh?” he remarked, eyebrows raised. “Not the most popular organization in these parts.”

Aventurine’s confident smile faltered just a bit. He shot a glance your way, as if to gauge if this was the normal reception. You gave him a supportive look, and he recovered, nodding smoothly. “Yes, sir. It does carry a reputation—but I’m not your typical IPC manager.” He laughed, but your parents' silence made the sound a bit strained.

Your mother gestured for everyone to sit, her eyes fixed on him as though assessing some hidden quality. “We know that our [Name] has always been a good judge of character,” she said delicately, “but IPC isn’t exactly known for…compassionate work. What drew you there?”

Aventurine paused, clearly grappling with how much to share. “It’s…complicated,” he said eventually. “But to be frank, I didn’t have much choice. When life’s odds are stacked against you, sometimes you have to play the hand you’re dealt.”

That seemed to strike a chord with them, though they exchanged skeptical glances. Noticing the tension, you gently rested your hand on his, giving him a nod to continue. He met your gaze, and something in your eyes—trust, reassurance—seemed to ease the tension in his shoulders.

Throughout dinner, Aventurine worked to prove himself. He shared stories from his travels and even cracked a few jokes, though his laughter was softer, more tentative than usual. And you noticed him sneaking a worried glance at you each time your father’s questions probed a little too close for comfort.

But slowly, as the evening unfolded, the initial frostiness began to thaw. Your father seemed to soften, maybe even appreciate Aventurine’s resilience and tenacity. And your mother, despite her initial concerns, seemed almost charmed by his good manners and his clear affection for you.

“So, Aventurine,” your mother began, refilling his glass of water, “tell us a bit more about your family.”

He froze, the smile slipping from his face for just a moment. You felt his hand clench slightly under the table, and instinctively, you rubbed his knuckles with your thumb.

“Actually,” he said quietly, looking at his drink, “I…don’t have family.” He gave a hollow laugh, shaking his head. “They’re gone. All of them, I suppose.”

Your parents’ expressions softened, and your mother reached out, resting her hand over his free one. “I’m sorry, dear,” she murmured, her eyes filling with a new warmth. “No one should have to go through that.”

Aventurine looked up, a surprised flicker crossing his face. “Thank you.”

By the time dessert arrived, the mood was lighter, laughter filling the room as your mother jokingly commented on how she always wanted another son. Aventurine flushed at the remark, glancing at you with a shy, boyish grin you rarely saw.

“Well, Mom,” you said, barely holding back your own grin, “it’s only a matter of time before he’s family anyway.” You shot a mischievous look at Aventurine, who raised an eyebrow, his signature confidence slowly returning.

“Oh?” your father asked, now leaning back with a playful smirk. “You plan on making things official?”

Aventurine chuckled, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear, a genuine, softened expression on his face. “Actually…yes, if your child will have me,” he said, his gaze warm as it found yours.

That night, as you walked back to your shared apartment, Aventurine’s hand wrapped securely around yours, he let out a long sigh, laughing softly. “They’re…amazing. I was so nervous. But they’re…your family, [Name]. And they really welcomed me, despite everything.”

You squeezed his hand, smiling up at him. “I told you they’d love you.”

He stopped, turning to face you fully, his eyes bright in the dim streetlight. “You were right. And…I want you to know, they’re my family now too. I’m going to protect you. Always.”

You leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “I know. And I’ll protect you, too.”

Together, you walked on, your steps in perfect harmony. Aventurine didn’t have to gamble anymore; he’d already won.

[matchalovertrait]

24 screenshots of 2024! ✮⋆˙

Thank you for the tag @itmeansiris, @cakepoppresent, @euphiesims, @rosienthe, @simscici, @smulie, @living-undead, and @elderwisp!! 💗

January

Infant Dulce!!!! Aw how precious 😭 I love her little pigtails and look in her eyes. She looks a lot like her dad here lol.

One of Generation One's requirements in the Joy of Life Challenge is to "Throw the best parties for your child(ren), full of yummy cakes and treats!" and this was the very first of many cute parties :) Ángel's 5th birthday. I was still very new to the Sims 4 and I felt pretty proud of myself.

February

MY FOUR BABIES 😭😭😭😭 I love them with all my heart.

This took soooooo much work as a beginner omg!! I thought it was just okay but it got a lot of love :o

Ángel, Esperanza, Dulce, Guillermo, and Matthew as kids! I had no clue what the future held for them lol. Look at all of them appearing so cute and innocent 😆

March

An ofrenda for in-game Día de Los Muertos. It turned out pretty decent. That's a picture of Noemí's mom, Ynez.

Again, I don't know what possessed me to do a Diced Junior arc 😂 Besides the lighting and ugly text, I'm really proud of it. So no, I will never stop mentioning it.

April

A lil too much text 😅 but I liked showing the personalities of Dulce's cousins more here. Fun fact: It may not seem like it but Guillermo has the genius trait. A handful of his lines in this legacy insinuates that lol.

This was right after Dulce posted the Alto exposé video. I like how I showed a few different opinions from the comment section of her video. Also, it's a little ironic that she would meet a somewhat familiar fate due to Caruso's video about her 😅 hehehe.

May

My free-spirited Dulce 💓 maybe one of her future kids can become a basketball star, hmm.

Ynez and Infant Noemí <3 Translation: It’s just the two of us, but that doesn’t matter. I’m going to put in A LOT of effort to give you a good life. Hopefully, you grow up to be a person who is very kind, strong, and noble. And she did grow up to be like that :)

June

I'm not religious but Noemí practices catholicism. That's the main religion in Mexico, where she is from! Ngl I think I have religious trauma, but I can recognize when people have good intentions when they pray over you. I kinda like it, shows they care. ...Not in the Southern way when people say "Bless your heart" when they don't mean it like that. Context matters 😂

Bruh, Dulce 💀 Also, I will admit that Caruso looks kind of cute here 😂 I see why some of you fell for him. But that was part of my elaborate plan 😈

July

Okay, the first Lizaxi Legacy post went pretty hard. I'm pleasantly surprised about that LOL! We have some good lines, interesting characters, and decent shots!

Part of Mimli and Smeagie's house :> you'll find cacti, aliens, and stars throughout the home.

August

I LOVE the post that this came from 😂 This save was a lot of fun, I need to revisit it.

My Pierrot clown!!!! One of my favorite posts of this year!! I'm so proud of it :> Her outfit, her makeup, the long sorta-side bangs, the balloons, the fog, her facial expression. Love it.

September

Uh oh, Erick met Caruso and he was NOT having it 😅 Erick is such a kind guy too.

The big move to Del Sol Valley!!! Remember when we thought she was moving to Scotland? 🤔 Anyway, Dulce looks so pretty here! I love the palm trees in the back.

October

I reallllyyyyyyyy like the colors of Dulce's office and how I decorated it :>

Dulce's disguise 😂 man I love turning the ideas in my head into reality. Even if it's all pixels.

LMAO this is so funny and unserious to me 😭😭 Why is bro showing off his body, tattoos, AND jawline in the office??? We're supposed to be having a serious convo here, hellllppppp

November

Okay, this is pretty cool. Now that I look at it, that definitely looks like a supervillain house. I also like the fonts that I used and how you can see that the party is about to begin.

Dulce showing off her knowledge from secret agent movies! She's so silly hehe

[10yrratiolover]

something something Ratios e5

So, the image itself isn't too interesting to me as, all characters have some sort of bust-up shot for their e5. (though look at his smile hehehe)

Anyway, what interests me more is the name of it: "Sic Itur Ad Astra"

This is his first Eidolon to be in a different language, with his e1 to 4 being all in English, while his e5 & 6 are Latin phrases. I point this out because I find it odd to start in Latin at 5, since they could have only had his e6 be Latin as the e6's are commonly the more 'interesting' ones. Regardless I find it neat.

Now, the saying itself is a quote from Virgil, a Roman poet, with its literal meaning being "thus one goes to the stars" while it's more poetic usage meant "such is the way to immortality" I'm going to look into both.

Starting with the literal meaning, thus one goes to the stars, the phrase is like a longer way of saying to reach for the stars. Ratio all throughout his life has done just that, reached for the stars, continuing to reach further even once he had reached them. He is far amongst the stars, but being among stars will make everything else seem so far away. To reach for the stars means to aim big, when you aim big and succeed, you aim bigger. Ratio had been with the stars for a lot of his life, yearning to explore further stars and galaxies in his accomplishments since maybe, just maybe, he will finally reach the star symbolizing Nous' gaze.

The poetic meaning used by Virgil, such is the way to achieve immortality, can also be applied to Ratio. I don't mean literal immortality, as in he's some entity that's unkillable, no. I instead mean his contributions to the universe. He's done and achieved so much in his life that his legacy will likely carry out long after he's died, inside and outside of the Intelligentsia Guild. Though, I feel that within the Guild this would be especially prominent, seeing as knowledge is used as a sort of currency, he will be remembered for decades to come for his contributions. Some people believe that you don't truly die until someone says your name for the last time, so, is this not some sort of immortality, to have your life and work never forgotten? To still spread knowledge and aid in teaching others even after you've died?

Combining the two, truly it is because Ratio has reached for the stars that he's achieved this immortality. Even if he can't possibly reach every star in the cosmos he's still been granted the gift of never being forgotten.

[oh-three]

Andor S2E12:

I'm not ready for this.

"I'm not leaving you here." Well, we don't see Kleya in Rogue One, so something tells me she gets caught anyway.

Melshi running away when he was told not to make any sudden movements lmfao

Oop, flashbang.

No, but they really did a shot of Melshi taking cover, holding his blaster up, just like the scene we saw him in in Rogue One before it cut to his body. That's fucked up, thanks for that.

Kay going on a rampage >>

"What's the closest Tactic unit we have in here?" / "Apparently everyone's out running down the emergency disease warrant." The irony.

Kay using an ISB soldier as a human shield

K-2SO rescuing their asses like on Jedha. Ayyyy.

Basically, if Cas didn't snag Kay off of Ghorman, they'd all be dead rn.

The music in the Yavin hangar >>>

Saw arguing with the Yavin cell lol

Hey, he's got his mask thing now. (I honestly don't know if it's rhydonium or air to help him breathe)

Bail & Mon bonding over the frustration of the lack or organization lol

Merrick mention (I was hoping we'd see more of him in Andor, rip)

"I plan to tell them I was kidnapped." waves at one of the pilots

Kay, never change.

Draven really had a whole garrison waiting for them, oop.

Oooh, they assembled the Rebel Council.

Oooh, Raddus :D

Cassian defending Luthen against the whole Council >>>

They really just sent Cassian to his room, damn.

Mon being the only one backing Cassian ❤️

(also, shout out to Raddus for being reasonable)

Ooof, Kleya looks rough.

Oh good, just as I was beginning to worry that we wouldn't get to see Vel before the end of the episode.

"He's been grounded." All of these childhood metaphors are killing me.

Oooh, Vel gets to spy on Cassian. Which means she's definitely gonna talk to him. Theoretically. WE HAVEN'T HAD THEM ON-SCREEN TOGETHER SINCE RIGHT AFTER ALDHANI.

Damn, we really are leading right up to Rogue One.

"Gorn, Nemik, Taramyn, Cinta…" Glad to be seeing them mentioned.

Vel bring up everyone that died on Ferrix 😭

Vel not even trying to spy, but asking directly upfront is such a Vel thing to do.

Heheh, she believes him.

NEMIK'S MANIFESTO?! STOPPPP 😭

Bringing us right back to the beginning with that one, pal.

Oh, holy fuck, Partagaz was listening to it 💀

WHAT THE FUCK.

Man really realized fighting the rebels was never gonna be a winning battle and that he'd rather die than get tortured for failing to contain the Death Star info.

"She wouldn't be safe with me." 😭

He really was thinking about going back to Bix, before… 😭

"Don't wait too long." Speaking from experience 😭

Vel comforting Kleya >>

Draven giving Kay and Melshi back as a peace offering before he goes crawling back asking Cassian to meet Tivik lol

Ooh, a Kassa flashback.

"Waking up humans is always confusing." Love you too, Kay.

The funny thing about this leading up directly to Rogue One is that Bail has longer hair in Rogue One than he does in Andor.

Cas walking through the Yavin base in his Rogue One outfit is really hitting hard right now.

The extra focus they're putting on the other people and on the base as he walks through it, reminding us that this'll be the last time he's there for more than a day before he's killed 😭

Fuck you, Perrin

People that lived that I thought wouldn't: Vel, Wilmon, Bix, Dedra, Kleya

They really put Dedra on Narkina 5 though. That's fucking hysterical.

The way the Force healer's watching Cassian 😭

The shot of Saw in the window we see him die in later.

Krennic on his star destroyer, looking out at the Death Star.

God, I was so not fucking ready for this.

Ohhhhhhh. Bix went back to B2EMO. That makes sense.

THEY HAD A CHILD?!?!

God, it makes so much more sense why Bix left now.

I can't believe it's over, holy shit, I was not prepared for that 😭

Thank you, Tony Gilroy. What a ride.

[izzyfishie]

Oke as someone who just watched the trailer abt 3 minutes ago:

The only reason I’d gotten into the show and fandom was the 457 shitposts, only to come out with the bloody hands that is the overarching theme of the show that delves into the terrifying implications of capitalism, humanity’s ability to just be kind to others, and friends the characters along the way (with a little fondness for sagihun)

I’ve said this before, but this is the first time a show has gotten me so fucking terrified for a final season (is this what other shows felt like???)

I want Gi-hun to shoot In-ho in the dick once

I want the Hwang brothers to interact

I want the players to survive and I know they will (I’m delusional)

This trip to the fandom was supposed to be a 20 minute adventure :(

Just wanted to send this to get it all out, have a good one 👍

UR SO REAL FOR THIS!!!!

i’m so glad i’ve found this fandom. and i’m so glad that i will be HERE TO STAY!!!! this has been so much fun and i cannot wait for more. 💗💗💗💗

(ur so real for the sangihun comment. they live rent-free up in my brain permanently now and i third-wheel them every waking and sleeping hour. heheh.)

i love you all so fucking much, you know that? i talk about you guys (my tumblr mutuals) ALL THE TIME to my friends because i love being here so much.

mwah!

I AN ALSO SO FUCKING TERRIFIED. MY HEART RATE SHOT UP WHEN THE EXTRA CLIPS TODAY CAME OUT AND APPARENTLY WE’RE GETTING AN EXCLUSIVE LOOK TOMORROW???? FUCKING HELLLL /VPOS

i wish gi-hun would shoot in-ho in the dick. we need to revoke his cock privileges. and all of his privileges, actually. stupid bitch.

i can almost guarantee hwang brothers interactions, since they’ve clearly been building up to that.

i’m pretty sure most/everyone will be dying sadly. :( gi-hun might make it out alive? but who even knows at this point,,,,

anyways, i’m off to the beach now, so adios!!!! see you all soon 💗💗 (when i come back) i will be back to answer more asks later tonight!!!! <3333

it’s also my father’s 50th birthday today, so everybody please wish him a happy birthday!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉

[rui-xyz]

Could you write something like the one-shot in the first Rui fic where they drink but make it into actual (and consenting) smut?

FORGIVE ME I COPY AN PASTED SOME OF THIS

Also ion feel like writing out my warnings/synopsis/blah blah so read at your own risk

Also there's literally no rui gifs on this platform so have fanart from Pinterest bc lord knows I have a stash

♡ to the other anon that asked for literally anything Rui, more coming your way hun!! ;3

creds to the artist ofc I didn't draw this I'll let yall know when it's actually my art ALSO HIS BACK IS SO FINE AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THIS HELLO??

"How do you feel about getting a little... adventurous?"

"How... how adventurous are we talking?"

It was that little altercation that started everything.

You both drank down the first bottle in the span of, maybe... an hour? That seemed like a healthy time frame, not that either of you had experience with alcohol before this.

But it was the second bottle the two of you blew through in 15 minutes that was the bad idea. Didn't matter who came up with it, and who agreed... it was the wrong choice.

But here you both were, giggly, swaying in your seats, both of you holding what would hopefully be your last glass of the night, lest you decide to open a third bottle.

Oh, and kissing. Lots of kissing was happening. More kissing than talking, actually. More kissing than giggling.

You tugged away to drink the last sip of your glass, and Rui followed. As he looked at you, ready to go back to devouring your lips again, something in his head clicked.

He... he wanted to make love to this woman. Hard.

"What's that look about?" You grinned, giggling softly, before he shoved you down on the couch and you let out a yelp.

Your drunken head was dizzy for a decent bit from such a swift movement, but once you finally caught your bearings, you were back to giggling softly. Rui had your shirt tugged up above your breasts, and his lips were kissing up your stomach.

"Hehehe... tickles... Rui... Ehehehehe!~"

His tongue stuck out, licking up your ribs, when you partially came to your senses, realizing where this was going.

FINALLY. That's really all you could think before you went back to not having any coherent thoughts.

"Rui, are we going all the way...?"

"Of course we are. And I'm gonna make you feel amazing."

"Hehe, I'm sure you a-...ah..." you breathed in surprised when he shoved your bra up over your boobs, somewhat releasing them to his gaze.

"Have you ever done this before?" He asked with a small glance at you as he leaned in, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking.

"Ah... Y-yeah... I-I'm basically a pro..." You sighed out, obviously lying. Rui wasn't really listening anyways, his tongue laving over your nipple. "W-what about you? You ever do this before?"

"Psh, yeah, like... all the time. I know exactly what I'm doing..." Another clear lie. As hot as he was, you knew Rui got no grip.

"Hehe, then I'm sure I'll lose my mind tonight..."

He leaned up and pressed his lips to yours for the nth time tonight, both of his hands groping your chest as his tongue explored your mouth again. You couldn't help but let out soft moans into his mouth from the way his hands felt on you.

He pulled away for a second to tug your shirt and bra completely over your head, throwing them to the floor. You wondered if he knew that bras could unclasp. But then his lips were back on yours again, and his hands were trailing down your sides. You giggled at the ticklish feeling that sprung once more, but gasped softly as Rui's lips left yours and he leaned his head down next to yours.

"My head is spinning..." He sighed out. You giggled, still not quiet able to hold it back, and heard him chuckle along with you.

"Rui, lemme see you."

He leaned his head up, and you looked him over hungrily. His eyes were lidded, an uncontrollable smirk on his face, and the faintest red dusting his cheeks.

"So pretty."

He sighed that. Before you got the chance to even open your mouth. Bastard. You wrinkled your nose at him and tugged his head back down to your lips.

At that, he continued what he had been doing. He fondled your breasts a little, but his hands seemed bored, and they lowered to your hips, giving them a tight squeeze that made you groan. His fingers curled under the hem of your bottoms and he pulled away from your lips, puppy dog eyes on his face.

"Can I take these off? Pleeeeease?"

"Yesy, yes! Just do it already!" You snorted. A huge grin appeared on his face and he stripped away your pants and underwear together, leaving you completely bare.

He paused, stared between your legs, and his eyes steadily drifted up and up. Soon, an unbeatable smile spread across his face. One of embarrassment. He covered his face and shook his head side to side, giggling.

"Ehehe, I can't, I can't! This has to be a dream, you're too pretty to be real!"

"Hehehe, Rui, you sound 13 right now," you laughed along with him. He leaned back down and nuzzled into your tummy, still grinning and giggling.

"So soft, so pretty... Am I really that good that I get to have sex with you? Nahhhhhh..."

"Rui, you're so pretty and perfect too~"

"Ehehe, alright, alright! Since we both want it so bad, no hesitation, yeah? Like a show! Ehe, I'm happy to give you everything~"

With that, he all but ripped his shirt and pants off. He leaned in and started kissing you again, grabbing one of your hands and pressing it to his barely clothed cock. He squealed against your lips at the feeling of your hand touching his most sensitive and needy spot. You squeezed it gently, and his hips bucked against you a good three times before he could control himself.

This was all taking too long. He shoved his boxers off and let your hand wrap fully around his shaft. At just one stroke, he had to leave your lips, a shaky, sighing moan forcing its way out of him.

"Rui, put it in." You breathed, your voice warm. His eyes met yours for a second, his smile dropping as his eyes went blank.

He felt everything. Panic and confusion and excitement rolled up into an oddly flavored feeling that made his dick throb in both his and your hands. You giggled at the look on his face, but he dropped his head to your collarbone, gripping his length in one hand and holding your hip with the other. He slowly thrusted forward, his tip entering you faster than you could process, followed by each throbbing inch of him. You felt overwhelming pleasure flood your senses as he bottomed out.

Then, suddenly, his insides were roasting in a way he'd never once felt before. The feeling of red-hot pleasure so strong it honestly scared him. He didn't know what he meant, but it felt like something was going to burst. Something good.

You, on the other hand, could barely see straight. You didn't know how big Rui was, you'd never thought about it, but fuck was he too big. You swore you could feel him in your stomach. You couldn't muster words to ask if maybe he should pull out a little. Just pathetic moans of his name, dripping off your tongue.

Suddenly, he hugged you. He all but cuddled you into the couch, his head stuffed into the nape of his neck as his arms wrapped around and squeezed you like it was his last day on Earth.

"Wanna... w-wanna stay like this forever...!" He mused, and you could feel the giant smile on his face. Your shoulder felt wet. You couldn't tell if it was sweat, tears, or drool.

He nuzzled you. "I love you s-so much, Y/n! Nnh, it's like I can't even handle it! I feel like I'm melting!"

He had to be absolutely gone. He barely moved, aside from his hips rolling softly in time with yours. Your head was steadily clearing up, though not fully, and you wondered if he was actually just going to stay like this.

"Rui..."

"Hm? Do you want me to start moving?"

After a moment, you nodded shyly.

"Ehehe, okay, my love." He got up, leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead, then curled his fingers into your skin as he pulled back. The friction made his eyes roll, his legs weak, his head foggy, but he couldn't even find it in him to hesitate.

When he plunged back in, you yelped, sobbing out moans. Fuck, you were going to cum. You wondered how, but... he just had to be that deep. You could barely control yourself.

He moaned in time with you, sounding blissful enough to have stars in his eyes. "This is my new favorite thing- this is my new hobby...!" He breathed out excitedly. "I feel so good! And my Y/n gets to feel good too! Ooh, I'm so happy!"

"Rui!" You squeaked out before he plunged in again. You seriously felt like you were about to burst. All the sensations were dizzying. Sure enough, with one last deep thrust from Rui, you were clinging to him with all your strength, crying out in the strongest orgasm of your life.

Rui knew this meant something. He didn't know exactly what, but... it probably meant you were about to be done. He wasn't ready to be done. As you shuddered in his arms, he picked up the pace a little, listening to how your moaning turned into panicked babbles of pleasure. The delicious friction of his cock inside you soon bacme too much for him. He felt that exploding sensation hit him like a train, a loud moan throwing itself out of his lungs. He felt something leave him, coating your insides, and it felt amazing.

He collapsed soon after, barely able to keep his eyes open. He could feel his consciousness fading. He leaned up shakily, his hand finding your cheek as he pressed a weak kiss to your cheek. Then everything went black.

...

"Rui?"

[gamerbot-22]

Hellooo, it's your favourite Trigun requester (alleged)

I saw little bits in your reader on HRT post about how the trigang handle needles, and I'd like to ask how you think they'd go with a reader who is very afraid of them (I can and will cry if I need a blood test)

And do you think Knives, the bastard he is, could be convinced to hold your hand so you're less scared?

Hey!! Welcome back, Saucerer of Apples, always a delight to see you!! :D

The Trigang Helps with Your Needle/Trypanophobia

TW/CW: Mentions of needles and medical procedures (blood tests, vaccinations, and HRT administration) but no specifics, kinda romantic but idk friends can kiss bandages too, barely proofread and I appreciate spellchecks!

Characters Featured: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Meryl Stryfe, Milly Thompson, Millions Knives

A/N: Hehehe it was fun getting into the specifics of this one! Because it's so specific I didn't have as many thoughts, necessarily, and because of that I didn't want to go the full format (with the GIFs and such), so here’s me taking a crack at a more condensed vibe!

Related HC posts: The Trigang Helps you with your HRT

Dividers in this post were made by @/strangergraphics ☆

🥀 Vash the Stampede

“No no no, don’t cry! If you cry, then I’ll cry, too!” and he’s already got the biggest, wettest eyes.

It takes time for him to get used to helping you with shots/needles. Like if it's a regular thing it doesn't take too long, but if it's anything more sparse than monthly it's still a bit of a process.

He asks a lot of questions when time allows. "Why there?", "What are you looking for?", stuff like that.

It's the first step of going from nearly crying to gently holding you and saying in the calmest voice "I'm right here. Hold my hand and look at me and it'll be over before you know it."

You're both being brave together!

🍭 Nicholas D. Wolfwood

He's a little cruel at first, saying things like "Ohh, come on ya big baby, you can do it. Be brave!" I don't think he ever says anything he thinks you can't handle.

Very in the camp of "getting it over with as fast as possible" if someone else is doing the... sticking? That sounds wrong. Administering the shot.

He's being abrasive on your behalf, which honestly might be making it worse. Should probably talk to him about it after everything's all over.

If he's the one doing it, he does not stop talking. He's trying to keep your brain occupied, and at any point in the conversation, once he knows you're at least kind of at ease, you get your shot.

This man kisses your bandages btw. It's a given.

📸 Meryl Stryfe

Ok so in the original thing I focused mostly on how Meryl deals with medical staff/pharmacists so we already know how she feels about that.

So I'm gonna talk about what it's like when she has to do the shot.

I think she approaches it initially with a lot of confidence. She gets all her vaccinations on time because she's responsible like that. She's seen the procedure so many times! How hard can it be?

"...Actually, you know, there are some errands we have to run anyways. Let's just stop by the hospital on the way over--"

Listen, she just doesn't want to hurt you, and she'll do a lot for you, but this is a line she's drawing in the sand--

💼 Milly Thompson

Ohhhh boy. Okay, listen, she's trying.

Honestly I think she's the most likely to outright faint. It doesn't happen often, but it has happened! So usually she'll sit next to you instead of standing during the procedure.

The others will go with you and also get blood tests/vaccinations if needed but Milly is doing everything to not bring it up for herself. Like a nurse will idly ask her when the last time she got her vaccinations and Milly is just like "Oh! Uh, you know! The normal amount of time ago."

Then she also gets a shot and needs you to hold her hand--

Brave Patients Get Lollipops From The Kiddie Jar, Milly said so, it's the law.

🔪 Millions Knives

This might shock folks considering how dedicated I am to Cranky Asshole Knives, but I do actually think he could be convinced to be somewhat comforting if you're struggling.

If he actually gets to see how scared you get even looking at a needle, he gets this like. Sinking feeling in his stomach ("Oh God, no, empathy--")

And you're sitting there with tears in your eyes, crying, shaking like a leaf, the Pathetic Human to end all Pathetic Humans. And when he looks at Conrad for some back-up he gets nothing so...

Fine. Fine. Alright. He takes your hand in his, but he keeps it close to either his or your sides in an attempt to play it down. He doesn't look at your eyes -- just at the needle or the injection site -- but he's got you.

...Even though his hand is fucking freezing, Jesus Christ--

[eliluvschan]

Cutexting :)

pairing: bang chan x reader

word count: 621

warnings: lots of fluff (i feel single😭)

genre: fluff

a/n: my first one shot. hope y’all like it and please comment your thoughts. thanks🩵

i walked through the door of the bakery and put on my apron. i’m way too familiar with all the surroundings and people, because i’ve been working here for over three months now. i pulled my hair up into a messy pony tail and sat behind the counter, waiting for the little kids and their sweet mothers to start coming.

by the way, i don’t get why i have to wear an apron since i’m the cashier. part of the bakery attire maybe? the job is fine but this apron is seriously hideous. there was a jingle and i looked up, smiling at the customer.

“hello dear, i would like two chocolate doughnuts, with sprinkles, if you don’t mind.” she smiled warmly.

“sure! coming right up!” i smiled back at her. she took her son’s hand and sat down at a table. “hey, Hye!” i called my co-worker. “heard! just a sec.” she called back.

she came out the back door and served the doughnuts to the son and his mother. my phone went off. from who? Chan.

Bang Christopher Chan, from Stray Kids is my boyfriend of three years. he’s the sweetest person alive. literally. he cooks on weekends, every Friday is a date night, and if he’s happy, he’ll take me out to dinner anyway. every Saturday is movie night, or more like cuddle night.

baby :)

i smiled and shook my head. returned to work, as i greeted the customers, smiled at the kids and received the money, calling Hye-jin over my shoulder, with my phone buzzing every five minutes.

i miss youu

come backkk

i love you baby girl

all that i want is you, even if i’m a fool, i know that you want me too ;)

come back right now or no kissie

kidding

i’ll give you all the kisses you want

honey bun?

baby, baby, baby, ooohhh

baby girl?

i loveeee yoouuuu

i swear i’ll shower you with kisses if you come back right now

hehehe, i’ll do that anyway :)

since he’s on break, he does that ALL day. it’s so cute, it makes me smile every time. it’s kind of annoying because i have to check my phone every five minutes, and what if one time i think it’s just him messing around but it’s actually someone else? like my mother, sister, or someone else? you never know.

but it’s cute. really cute, and he calls it ‘cutexting’ cute-texting.

—❀—

i drove back home after work, nearly at six, and saw him laying on the couch, with his feet on the arm-rest. he looked up and his face lit up with that perfect smile of his, showing his adorable dimples. he jumped up as i ran over to him, he scooped me into his arms and lifted me into the air, spinning me around and laughing.

i giggled and put my forehead against his and smiled softly at him.

i stopped and threw my head back and he nuzzled his face into my neck. “i love you.” he mumbled.

“i love you too Channie.” i kissed his cheek.

“did you even read my texts?” he asked, putting me down.

“i did.” i said chuckling.

“and…?”

“and what? i don’t know what to say when you do that. it’s just so cute when you text all those sweet things.” i told him, tracing his jawline with my index finger. “and besides, where are my kisses?” i asked, raising an eyebrow.

he smiled cheekily. “right here.” he said leaning in and brushing his plump lips over mine. i smiled as i kissed back and he pushed me onto the couch.

“i love you.” he mumbled.

“i love you too.”

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