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[bookwyrminspiration]

You're the one person who I most want to win a meeting with Shannon Messenger. I know you'd do a fantastic job at giving us a full summary of the meeting, and getting us cool new info.

i arrive at the personal shannon meeting

fintan: assless?

elysian: big naturals?

elf piss: gatorade?

i am forcibly escorted out of the personal shannon meeting

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

No man's land

♡ Pairings: Eddie munson x reader

♡ Summary: a little something for the people who suffer from insomnia or just have a hard time sleeping.

♡ Warnings: fluff, none. Just some language but nothing terrible. Eddie calls the reader baby. No use of y/n.

♡ Word count: 1.1k

♡ A/n: This has been sitting in my drafts for way too long. While this is just a fluff piece, I would still prefer if minors didn't interact with my work. Thank you. Please reblog, like, and comment to show support.

3:00 am.

It was late very late and another sleepless night for you. You tossed and turned for hours trying to find the right position to rest, but it was no use. You just couldn't sleep. There really isn't even a reason behind it.

You weren't stressed at the moment. You and Eddie are both in a good place. You wish you could put a reason as to why this happens, but there is none. Not one thing. This isn't something new for you, though. You just wanted some type of excuse this time.

You carefully got out of bed trying not to disturb your sleeping boyfriend next to you. You make your way to the living to watch some TV. Perhaps you'll fall asleep out here, but you know that's highly unlikely. You tip toe into the kitchen, slowly opening up the cabinet above the stove to make some tea.

Wrapping yourself up in a warm blanket with Eddie's Garfield mug in both hands, you flick through the channels until you land on your favorite show. You kept the lights off, not wanting to disturb him in any kind of way since he has to be up in soon for work. Believe it or not, Eddie was a light sleeper, and the slightest noise or light could wake him.

"Why'd ya leave me?" His rasped with a pout on his face.

Foot steps trudging down the hall tell you that you were not as quiet as you thought. You turn to look over blanket draped over your head. There, he was standing in the hallway rubbing his tired eyes. His hair sticking up every which way. The white boxers with red lips, you got him for Valentines Day as a joke, hang low on his waist. He's missing one sock on his foot. You snort when you see him. He looks lost like he doesn't know how he got there.

You always thought his sleepy voice was so cute. He hated it.

"Couldn't sleep again." You sheepishly told him, taking another sip of tea.

He moves to plop down beside you, kicking his feet up on the coffee table folding his arms over his chest. His eyes bloodshot from just waking up. The brightness from the TV screen making his eyes water.

"Whatcha watching?" He yawned.

You snuggle up close beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. "Grey's Anatomy."

Nodding his head, looking semi interested. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him.

"Eddie, you have to work in the morning." You whispered, looking up at him.

"It's okay if you can't sleep. I can't sleep." He squeezed you tight, kissing your forehead.

About an hour has passed since you and Eddie have been awake.

"What do you mean they found her lingerie pictures and showed them to everyone?" He argued, getting frustrated at the show.

"Dr. Model wow!, what a great insult...prick." He murmured, shaking his head.

"Yeah, she only did that to pay for school." You informed him getting a kick out of how upset he seems to be for lzzie.

Whatever sleep filled mind he had was gone now. He's wide awake, staring at the bright TV screen. His eyes are still bloodshot and puffy, but he's not tired. Not anymore. Too worked up and annoyed at what he's witnessing

His mouth drops in shock. "And this dickhead just walks around showing them to everyone?"

"Yep, pretty much." You take another sip of your tea, which is now too cold.

"Lemme get a taste." He motioned at the Garfield mug, eyes glued to the screen. He takes a big gulp, making a disgusted face at the now ice-cold chamomile tea.

He bought that tea specifically for you when he heard it helps with sleep. He always did little things like that for you. He'd buy you an entire life supply of chamomile tea if it meant you could finally rest.

He leaned forward elbows resting on his knees. He was still getting riled up at the plot that he didn't notice the alarm clock going off.

"It's time for work." You mentioned sadly.

"Oh, I'm calling out. I can't leave until I know what happens next." He says matter factly. He's too engrossed in the show now to stop watching. "And I can't leave you either."

The sunrise peaking in through your blinds, giving your living room a warm glow. "Wanna get breakfast?"

"Sure." You smiled sweetly at him.

"Then we can finish up this season and try to get some sleep, yeah?" He goes to stand, stretching his long limbs out.

"I hope so, but if I can't sleep, that doesn't mean you have to stay up too." You really don't want him to think just because you struggled with this that he has to as well. You've dealt with insomnia almost your whole life. You can handle losing just a day's worth of sleep. You hope it's just a day's worth.

"I don't think so. If my baby can't sleep, then I'm not sleeping."

"But." You tried arguing.

"No buts." He argued back, bending down to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

You shyly smile at him, wondering how you even found someone so caring. Sometimes, you truly believe you don't deserve him. You know that's not true, and he definitely knows that's not true. He's just so kind and thoughtful. You really didn't think there were people out there in the world like him. Eddie would constantly do things for you without even considering something in return. You're still not used to that but you're trying.

"Well, then we better get moving. We don't wanna miss anything." You go to stand next to him, stretching out your arms as well.

"I'm not putting clothes on. We can just go through the driver thru." He said, grabbing his keys. No shoes or anything. Just one bare foot padding along the carpet.

"Well, at least wrap yourself in this blanket, jeez." You roll your eyes playfully as you both head for the front door. You tossed him the blanket that was used as your own personal, safe haven. "You trying to get arrested?"

"Wouldn't be my first time." He joked, throwing the blanket around himself and heading out the door.

Eddie kept his promise to you that day. He did eventually doze off on the couch with you. It's not entirely his fault, though he made the mistake of laying his head in your lap after breakfast. Your hands scratch his back, and playing with his hair always made him relax. If there was ever a moment you wanted him to sleep, that was all you had to do, really. He'd instantly melt in your hands.

You stayed up, finishing off the rest of Greys Anatomy with Eddie softly snoring. You didn't sleep, and you weren't counting on it. Maybe you will tonight? Doesn't matter it comes in patterns for you. You know what to expect when this happens.

You're just happy you won't have to deal with it alone anymore. Whether you liked it or not. Eddie was going to be by your side helping you through it. No matter how much you argued that he shouldn't. He was stubborn, and once his mind was made up, that was it.

[saintsenara]

Why Harry being short and frail (or even petite and delicate) past puberty is such a popular take these days? Sure, he is not bulky, but don't we know from Voldemort himself that James was tall and don't we know that Harry was exactly the same height as James during the final battle? Don't we know that Harry works out 3 times a week and is generally athletic? Is it the same thing that is happening with fanon Sirius or is it something different? Is it because he was short as a child and grew up in a cupboard, thus unlikely to end up like he did at the end of the series? What do you think about it? How likely is it? I keep seeing it in many slash ships and I am genuinely baffled. Is it me who has it backwards? Please solve this mystery, dear Asenora!

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

i think several things are at play, tbh - some of which are more understandable than others.

the first is that daniel radcliffe genuinely is short [for a british man, at least] - his height is given online as 165cm [or 5'5], but looking at pictures of him leads me to suspect that's an exaggeration - and was, unsurprisingly, even shorter when he was a teenager. many of the other actors in the films are much, much taller than him - especially people like alan rickman and david thewlis, both of whom were over six foot - and since the films inevitably influence how people picture the characters physically, the height differences we see on screen end up becoming part of that.

the second is that, while harry is described as "tall" in canon, that term appears to be doing a fair amount of heavy-lifting. numerous male characters are described as taller than him in both half-blood prince and deathly hallows - with the example which always stands out to me being the fact that fred and george weasley are said to "shrink" when they polyjuice into harry before the seven potters chase. fred and george - like charlie - are described in canon as being noticeably shorter and stockier in build than bill, percy, and ron. unless ron et al. are so tall that it would be thought of as really unusual - let's say above 6'6/198cm - harry probably isn't over 6'0/182cm tall.

thirdly, it's worth saying that what is meant by "tall" is culturally contingent. i've said that daniel radcliffe is shorter than average for a british man - and that's true - but his height isn't going to be thought of in that way in different parts of the world. similarly, there are parts of the world where describing a man who was, say, 5'10/178cm as "tall" would be considered quite strange - but i don't think the uk [where the average male height in 1998 was just over 5'8/174cm] is one of them. certainly, i picture harry as around that height [allowing characters like ron, sirius, dumbledore, and voldemort - who are all described as such - to be noticeably taller than him, but not so tall that their height would be considered abnormal], and i don't think it precludes him still being thought of as "tall" within the context in which he lives. but an author from, for example, the netherlands - where the average male height is 6'0.5/183cm - would probably think differently.

[there's a point about cultural contingency in the quip he makes about being short because of the cupboard too: i would read that as a dark joke which he doesn't actually think has any truth behind it specifically when it comes to his height, but which nonetheless expresses that the dursleys abuse him generally and this abuse has had a long-term impact upon him; readers from other parts of the world take it more literally.]

and finally, harry is definitely physically fit and - of course - works out a lot as part of playing quidditch, but both he and james are emphasised in canon as having slender builds - and it's also implied in the text that seekers are generally slim. harry doesn't need to be seen as any less sporty if we presume that he has the physique of a distance runner or triathlete rather than that of a sprinter.

however, there are definitely some aspects to the tendency for harry to be written as short and slender which do bother me a fair amount - and i do think that these have something in common with what we see with fanon sirius.

that is, that harry and sirius aren't written as short and slender because the author wants them to just happen to be short and slender. they're written as short and slender because the author wants them to be passive. their height/build is emphasised in the story in order to hammer this home - and it's often accompanied by them being assigned other aspects of physical appearance, personality, dress, or manner [especially ones which might be considered as "effeminate"] which, once again, aren't intended to communicate anything other than this passivity.

and - of course - in the writing of vast amounts of slash, any indication of passivity, submissiveness, or femininity - and the physical traits which end up equated with them - is taken as an indication that the character in question would be an exclusive - and submissive - bottom, who defers to the whims of their partner, an exclusive - and dominant - top.

and - unsurprisingly - topping ends up being associated with masculinity - and the personality traits and physical characteristics - above all a tall, muscular build - which are equated with that.

frail!harry seems to be most prominent - in my experience - in ships like tomarrymort, not so much because people really care about the implications of harry's characterisation, but because they're hugely opposed to the suggestion that characters like tom riddle would ever bottom [since - of course - they associate the act of being penetrated with femininity and femininity with weakness...]. great lengths have to be gone to, then, to emphasise that voldemort - or whoever else - is powerful and proud and authoritative and masculine and tall. and, for some reason, this is apparently incompatible with the idea that he might also like to get railed... which means that harry has to make sure nobody is in any doubt about who's the woman bottom by becoming as teeny tiny as he possibly can...

[greenorangevioletgrass]

fever pitch (b.b.) - part three

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soundtrack: don't blame me - taylor swift pairing: footballer!bradley x popstar!reader synopsis: you and bradley spend the night, but the road to heaven is full of obstacles; some are external, others are self-inflicted. warnings: language, public scrutiny (will be a recurring theme in this fic ha!), bradley is a stand-up guy all round, fluff, smut (d/s elements, praise kink, bit of a bratty side?, fingering, oral [f receiving], dirty talk, size kink, bradley is PACKING, protected sex) notes: i'm back! life has been crazy since i posted the previous chapter, but i just wanna say thank you so so much for your patience and your kind words about the fic so far! big shoutout to @gretagerwigsmuse and @teacupsandtopgun for being absolutely GEMS in brainstorming ideas-- this wouldn't have happened if it weren't for y'all <3 happy reading!

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The Langham, Sterling Suite. Ask for Holly Golightly ;)

Bradley smiles at your text, and the cheeky “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” reference. He shoots up a quick reply as he makes his way out to the lobby, fighting hard not to be grinning like an idiot to any unassuming passersby, until—

Click-click-click-click! FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

“Hey, it’s Bradley Bradshaw!”

“Oi, Bradley! Give us a smile, mate!”

“Bradley, did you get to meet Y/N inside?”

“Did the boss let you out on a school night, Bradley?”

”How are you feeling about the Sunderland game this weekend?”

It’s a meager distance from the steps of Annabel’s to the curb where the valet has brought out his car, but holy shit. It doesn’t usually get nearly as crazy as this. He’s partied here with Harry Styles, and nobody bat an eye when the guy stumbled out drunk with his left tit out. But maybe it’s because Harry lives in London sometimes, or maybe because he was on a break… unlike Miss Americana on her world tour right now. It makes him pause and rethink how careful he needs to be.

Bradley gets into his car and drives off, trying to tread between the fine line of quick and careful. He can’t help but look over the rearview mirror more often than normal. Fuck, is this how you feel like all the time? He’s no stranger to the spotlight, but rather than the occasional run-ins, nobody has ever been interested in where he went to dinner on a random Tuesday night.

The Langham is barely a mile away, but Bradley sees photographers parked across the hotel with their long-lens cameras and disgusting disposition, and he keeps on driving. Thinking. Restrategizing. Hoping that his vintage aubergine Ferrari isn’t causing suspicion for driving by the second and third time.

He finds a basement parking lot behind the building and pulls up, hoping it’s the right entrance to the hotel. The attendant looks starstruck as he nods and points the way, sending him off with an eager ‘Come on you Gunners!’. And just like that, he makes it into the lobby out of the pap’s sight.

Be cool, he reminds himself, you’re only as suspicious as you seem to be. He comes up to the reception desk, and the girl behind it greets him warmly.

“Good evening, sir. Welcome to the Langham. How may I help you?”

“I’m here to see Ms. Golightly at the Sterling Suite,” Bradley says smoothly. “Holly Golightly.”

“And who am I speaking with, sir?” The girl looks at him like he seems familiar, but can’t quite place him. 

“...Paul Varjak,” he states, unable to bite back the smile. Oh, the thrill of giving out a fake name with the very real possibility of getting called out on his shit. 

But she nods and grabs the telephone, dialing into your room. Blissfully ignorant of the pseudonym he just gave her. 

Good. 

Let this inside joke be the two of yours alone.

The elevator ride up is peaceful—too peaceful that he can hear his heart beating and his palms sweating. Even the carpet mutes his footsteps towards the double door. Before he even presses the bell, a bodyguard opens the door for him.

“Mr. Bradshaw,” he nods curtly. It’s one of the guys from the restaurant earlier. Middle-aged, stout and rather short, sporting a permanent scowl and a vibe that indicates he’s seen some shit.

“Hi. Sorry, I haven’t got your name…?”

“Guy,” he deadpans.

Bradley wonders if that’s his real name or he’s just saying it so Bradley would get off his case, but smiles anyway. “Nice to meet you, Guy.”

Guy hums gruffly and ushers him into the foyer, an identical hallway of the hotel, with a room on each side. “Through here,” he leads him towards another set of double doors at the end of the hallway.

Meanwhile, you are full-on freaking out in your living room. Should you get changed? You’ve taken off your heels, but getting everything off feels so premeditated… You don’t even know if he wants things to go that far. Maybe you can break your little rule and bring out the wine for liquid courage? Gosh, nothing feels right. And it’s been so long since you’ve last done this that you’ve actually gone rusty.

And before you get to decide—in the long, wasteful twenty minutes or so you’ve been pacing, you hear a knock on your door.

“Coming!”

You rush over to get the door and there he is, coming out victorious through the hurdles, smiling at you.

“Thanks, Guy. I’ll take it from here,” you dismiss your security a little too quickly, nodding over Bradley’s shoulder. You’re sure Guy is rolling his eyes all the way back to his room over your lovestruck teenager behavior.

But it hardly matters when this man before you is looking at you like the sun.

“Hey, you.” Bradley beams at you from his spot. As if afraid to invade your space somehow.

And so are you. This feels like that night in the garden all over again. You have to remind yourself that this isn’t some pocket of a park you stumbled into; this is your hotel room. 

Quiet. 

Private. 

Safe.

“Come on in.” You let him cross the threshold, closing the door behind him the warm foyer light cast golden upon his face. You’re not sure if it’s the fact that you’ve ditched your six-inch heels, or that there’s no one else, but Bradley looks even taller than you remember him. Broader. More… imposing.

“I’m sorry for taking so long. There’s cameras everywhere and I had to—”

“It’s okay,” you try to reassure him. It feels rude to ask if he got caught on camera, but at this point, you had to ask. “Did you… Did they…?” 

Bradley quickly shakes his head. “No, I took the basement entrance, out of sight. We’re good.”

”I’m, uh… sorry for the fuss.”

”Hey, it’s no trouble at all… Ms. Golightly,” he tilts his head, grinning at your chosen pseudonym.

”Yeah, it changes every time. My last stop in Tennessee, I was Clarice Starling,” you admit, making him laugh. “Although I’m glad you got the reference… Mr. Varjak.”

He simpers, very proud of himself. And with that, he takes a step closer to you. Towering over you. Crowding you with his smile, his scent, his body heat… and neither of you makes the first touch. You’re painfully aware of how his gaze keeps dropping to your lips. Bodies drawn towards each other but tied in place for some reason. It seems like despite all the flirting you did at the restaurant, everything goes out the window once you’re alone.

You’re just two strangers, caught in a thrilling game of push and pull. Too scared to tip over and just… fall.

“Can I kiss you…?” Bradley breathes out. He feels foolish for asking, but it’s the only way to make sure he’s not ruining the entire evening.

But you sigh in relief and nod your head yes, and it gives you the push you need to close the distance from him. You don’t know which one happened first; touching his lips with yours, grasping his arms for balance, or standing on your tiptoes on his shoes. He keeps you there, his strong hands securing your waist.

“You’re making me feel like a kid…” It makes you giggle into the kiss, and he can’t not possibly fall in love with the sound of that—with the feel of your lips pulled up right against his.

“I don’t think that’s a bad thing…” Bradley runs his hands down your sides gently. “Besides, I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”

“All night? You mean you’ve been thinking about making out with me while I tell you my life story?” you gasp, feigning shock and offense.

He laughs again. “Maybe for a moment or two there, I’ll admit.”

“I thought you were a gentleman!” you give him a playful smack on his behind, and there’s a flash of… something in his eyes. A spark, or a darkening. You’re not sure what it is yet, but it sends butterflies into your stomach yet again.

Bradley tucks some loose strands of your hair behind your ear. “I’m still a gentleman.”

“Really? I don’t believe that…” you sway his hips lightly, “I think you’re very… very bad,” you purr out, your lips barely touching.

He meets you halfway, and it feels like less of a shock this time. You gladly lose yourself in him, knowing you’ve crossed the line now. You finally notice how his mustache scratches your skin in a nice way, how he holds you flush against him, how he just melts into you in the kiss… enshrouding you in his warmth and lighting you on fire at the same time. 

Bradley pulls away, barely just. His forehead is still pressed against yours, your noses are bumping, and his breath melding with yours. He licks his lips and you swear you can almost taste it. “You’re making it really hard for me to be a gentleman, kid…”

You can’t help but chuckle at the nickname. It’s not one you expect, but it sounds right somehow. “I didn’t invite you all the way here to be a gentleman.”

The twinkle in his eyes darken. Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of him. “Is that right?” Bradley’s hands slide down your hips, finding the swell of your ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

The air catches in your throat, and you swallow lightly. “Mm-hm.”

Instead, you lead him into the bedroom. Bradley is right behind you, barely a step behind. His hands have found a home on your hips and he seems adamant to stay there for a moment. Insisting to hold onto you because he worries he’ll get ahead of himself before you’re ready. But gosh, you’ve been ready all night and you’re practically twisting your arms around trying to reach the zipper on the back of your dress.

“Come here, I got you,” he rasps, his heart skipping as he drags the zipper down your back. He’s not sure which one he loves more; the dip of your spine that he wants to trace with your tongue, or the way the dress falls to the floor and reveals what’s underneath that prim and proper pink dress.

A tiny scrap of lace held by a black strap on either side of your hips, framing the swell of your ass perfectly.

And he swears, for a split second, he thought he had died and gone to heaven.

“Fuck…” he breathes out.

You can’t turn around fast enough. It might be a good ‘fuck’, but what if it’s a bad one? “What’s wrong?”

Bradley just blinks at you, for no other reason than how your nipples are poking out the side of the skimpy triangle of your bra. And that your lipstick is smeared on the edges from kissing him.

But of course, your mind is already racing from the lack of response and you’re already thinking, oh no this was a bad idea I shouldn’t have worn this—

“Hey, hey…” he sees your face fall and your arms come up to cover your chest and he immediately steps in. Holding you close, hoping to give you comfort. “Is this all for me?”

Oh, shit. Maybe if you close your eyes tight enough, you would melt to the floor. “I know, it’s a little much—”

“No, that’s not what I asked…” Bradley tilts your chin up, making you look him in the eye. “I said… Did you put these on for me?”

Your breath comes up short, and you nod ever so slightly. You don’t even trust your own voice not to betray how much you want him to like it. How much you want him.

“It’s perfect. I love it. Thank you.” He smiles into your lips, kissing you there. Spelling out how he feels with his hands on your ass, his mouth on yours. “Such a good girl…”

That flips a switch in your brain and he can see it. Your eyes go wide, your posture changes, and all of a sudden, you look so… small in his arms. So vulnerable, so beautiful. So perfect. 

Suddenly, he’s holding the world in his arms. The sexy little thing you call panties is a pesky little nuisance now, and he can’t wait to get it off of you. His broad shoulders are keeping your legs open, his nose nuzzling your pubic bone as he looks up at you.

Bradley lowers you down on the side of the bed, settling on his knees before you. Committing every inch to memory by touch, from your ankle to your knee, up the inside of your thighs. When he reaches the scrap of fabric at your core, he feels it slick. He smirks. “What do we have here?”

Your face heats up. How the fuck are you supposed to answer that? No words are coming to your head—not when he’s drawing patterns over your pussy, making the lace glisten all over. And when your panties are positively ruined, he draws his hand back and licks the offending fingers in earnest.

And all it takes is a taste to send him into a frenzy. 

“Fuck honey, need to taste you…” he murmurs between feverish kisses all over your legs. “Can I?”

You nod fervently, feeling like he’s got you under a spell.

“Use your words, kid.” He grins, playfully biting the inside of your thigh.

The sharp sensation makes you yelp, and you grip his hair in reflex. “Yes, want your mouth on me, please…”

“Good girl, asking so nicely…” he chuckles, satisfied with your response. Then, he pulls you to the edge of the bed. That dainty scrap of lace you call panties is a pesky nuisance now, and he couldn’t wait any longer to get it off of you. With your legs hiked up on his broad shoulders, he dives into you. 

A taste, as it turns out, is an understatement because what Bradley does is devour. 

“Oh, fuck…” you gasp sharply at the contact.

With one hand pinning your thigh open, he laps you up in earnest, figuring out the many ways he can make you squirm. Time ceases to exist because it feels like he makes you come in no time, but also he’s been down there forever. But he goes on and on and on until his name comes out in a desperate chant of lust and need. 

“Bradley Bradley Bradley…” she grinds shamelessly into his mustache now, an unfamiliar but not unwelcome sensation on your part. “Please, I’m gonna…”

“I know, honey. I got you. It’s okay.” It’s an oddly wholesome thing to say in a moment like this, but maybe you’re a hopeless romantic at heart, because sweet nothings get you off.

Your orgasm strikes like a thunderbolt, and you find yourself arching into his mouth. The more you take, the more he gives—or is it the other way around?— It seems like he takes as much pleasure in it as you do. Maybe even more, as he holds onto you as you squirm away overstimulated.

“Bradley… wait.” You grab a handful of his hair, trembling breathlessly.

His mustache glistens when he comes up for air, and he finally (finally!) takes off his suit jacket as he stands up. He eases up on the throttle and lets you breathe for a second. He rolls up his sleeves to his elbows, watching you spread out like a feast for him. Legs open, bra askew, hair fanned out on the pillow… God, he’s so lucky.

When he returns on top of you, you’re eager to pull him by his belt buckle, but he brushes your hand away. You frown in protest. “But I wanna touch you—”

“It’s not your turn yet, honey,” he chides you teasingly.

“You just had your turn!”

He shrugs, nosing your cheek. “Well, it’s still my turn, so…” Bradley closes the gap again and kisses you openly.

The taste of your arousal on his tongue makes you dizzy, but it can’t distract you from the buzz of his fingers rubbing your devoured pussy, sending shivers down your spine. It’s entirely too much, and you keel over from the contact.

“Somebody’s a little sensitive, huh?” He grins, easing the throttle a little.

“Fuck you…”

“Well, if you say so.” He slides his middle finger in.

“Ohhh… Bradley…” you buck up your hips and moan. But in comes another finger, and you swear it feels like all of him. 

He’s wound differently this time, like a man on a mission. With his fingers crooking and stroking your silky walls, beckoning you to come closer, while you grip his shoulders, willing yourself to hold on. But his teeth yanks the edge of your bra to set your nipple free, and his sly tongue finally gets a taste… all resolve goes out the window.

“Come on, honey. I know you got another one in you…” he breathes out, undoing the front clasp of your bra so he can suck your tits with all his might, willing you to come.

And frankly, who are you to say no?

The burst of pleasure hits you from your core to your fingertips. If he wasn’t pinning you down on top of you, you would have probably floated away. But you’re firmly laid on the mattress and feeling everything. Your eyes blink back into focus as you come down from your high.

You pant, staring at him in disbelief. Nobody has ever put that much attention on you in bed before even taking off his clothes. “You got a baseball bat in there or something?”

“Something like that.” He rolls his eyes playfully. Jokingly, you assume.

You take his arm, kissing his wrist, “Can I touch you now?” sticking your tongue out to lick his digits clean of you. Putting on a show as you suck his fingers. “Please?”

He throws his head back and groans. “Fuck.” He can’t resist that doe-eyed look you’re putting on, nor can he resist you undoing his shirt buttons. He can play dominant all he wants, but he knows that the truth of the matter is, he’s all wrapped up around your little finger. “Okay, okay. You win.”

It’s a mess of unbuckling pants, kicking off shoes, and tossing clothes to the floor. Your hand reaches out to trace his gleaming skin, every ridge of his abdomen. You’ve seen the Calvin Klein campaigns and the Men’s Health covers— and gosh, he looks like a dream. But when that thing just springs up to his stomach when he pushes his boxers down…

You didn’t expect him to manifest straight out of your wet dream.

“Holy fuck, you weren’t kidding about your baseball bat,” you breathe out, head tilted as you stare at his thick cock. The vein that runs along the side, the way it curves slightly to the right, the length that makes you clench at the mere thought of it… Fuck, it’s pretty.

Bradley chuckles sheepishly. He knows how big it is, he’s heard all the jokes in the locker room, but hearing it from you hits different. “You scared?”

You should be, a little. But without flinching, you bite your lip and look him in the eye. “Nah, I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

Gosh, he loves you. He’ll have to remember not to blurt that out too early. “Okay, big girl,” he chuckles, kissing you one last time before rolling off of the bed.

His sudden disappearance out of sight makes you frown. “Where are you—” you prop yourself up on your elbow, seeing him fish out a packet of condom from his trousers pocket, “Right. Safety first.”

Bradley nods, tearing the packet open with his teeth and rolling it on. There’s something so hot about how a man looks just before he fucks someone. “Mm-hm. Gotta make sure we’re both covered.”

“Do I need goggles and a helmet, too?”

He pauses as he straddles your hips. “Maybe next round,” he cheekily quips back. The idea of you wearing nothing but a helmet and safety goggles weirdly makes his cock stir, too. But you’re already lying naked under him, and he doubts that much will deter his hard-on.

Bradley pushes himself into you a little, and your eyes water as you whimper out in a blur of pain and pleasure. And here you thought two of his fingers felt full…

He stops in his tracks, trying to gauge your reaction. He nearly lost his mind over how tightly you’re clenched around him, but he doesn’t want to presume. “Too much?” He asks softly, stroking your cheek. 

Your breaths run ragged as you look up at him, almost in awe. “You’re just… so big…”

He laughs breathlessly. He hates to brag, but it’s true. And as much as he’s enjoying the way you flutter under him, he has to ask, “Want me to pull out?” Please say no, please say no, I don’t think I can handle it…

“N-no…” you wrap your arms and legs around him, clinging to him for dear life. “But I don’t know if it’ll fit.”

Bradley smiles at what has to be the most adorable look he’s ever seen from you. He kisses your forehead in reassurance. “I’ll go nice and slow, okay? I promise.”

Feeling this small and vulnerable so soon after meeting someone would usually set all kinds of alarms in your head. You never know how a guy would take it. But in this moment, nestled in the crook of his neck, among the mix of his perfume and aftershave and his natural musk… all you want to do is stay. “Okay,” you nod softly.

“Let’s try again then, hm?” He kisses your temple and whispers in your ear, “Open up, love.”

With a deep breath, you bite back a whimper as you take him deeper, still not quite all the way in. “Hurts…”

Bradley stops again, his concern fully taking over now. “You sure you want me to keep going…?”

“Yes!” You surprise yourself with how quick and desperate you answered him. Your eyes shut, trying to offset the warmth setting over your cheeks, as you make the dirty admission, “I… I like it when it hurts.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

Bradley has to remind himself not to come on the spot, because holy shit. He wouldn’t go this hard on a woman so early in the game, but… his head is dizzy from how innocently you said it. He takes a breath to pull himself together. “Tell me if it’s too much, alright?”

The air is heavy. The room is silent. You can hear the shift in the tension as you smirk, “Yessir.”

There you are, you little devil. Bradley simply grabs you by the hips and bottoms out inside you. Your face goes slack while your cunt tightens around his cock, and it blows his mind.

He starts out slow, torturously so. Stuffing himself inside your crevice and dragging himself out, willing you to feel every inch. Every ridge. Until your body loosens up and twists around in the throes of passion. Your mouth falls open, your little gasps and moans coming and going as he pleases.

The unhurried pace is nice for a few minutes, when you’re still adjusting to his size. But now that he’s snug inside you, you’re simply aching for more. Your hips arch up into him halfway, a little more urgent, disrupting the rhythm with a pleasant stutter.

He notices this and smiles. “So eager… what’s the rush, hm?”

You answer with a groan. He has a penchant for asking you questions you can’t answer, this man. “You feel so good, baby…” you murmur headily, hands desperately grasping on him—his arms, his shoulders, his back…

”You feel even better.” He nips at your pert nipple, relishing in your angelic little filthy cry. Fuck, he can feel the exact motion of your pussy tightening for him. “I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that…”

”Then don’t.”

His eyes flicker onto yours immediately. You’re gonna be the death of him, he swears…

You grab his hair by the fistful, keeping his gaze. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

”Oh fuck—” he doesn’t stand a chance. His body reacts faster than his brain could compute, and he holds your hips flush against his as he buries himself as deep as he can. Every twitch of his cock sends you reeling, and your pussy clenches and unwinds in your climax, following him down from his high to yours.

Free falling, hand in hand.

Bradley rolls off of you and you would complain, if it weren’t for the way he immediately pulls you into his chest. Thank fuck. You’re not quite ready to untangle from him yet. Not when your breaths still run a bit ragged, as if accidentally catching each other’s. He presses a kiss to your forehead, and it feels unlike your regular out-of-town hookup. No, this one’s different. But not a word is said between you on that for different reasons— each of you holding your cards close to your chest, as close as you’re holding each other.

[nothorses]

youre the first person ive seen since biden drop out who seems genuinely positive abt it, everyone else ive seen is being rlly negative or making jokes and it scared me a lot.... can you explain, or link to another post or article, that explains why its good that he dropped out? i keep seeing everyone saying that biden didnt do anything, then that he did so many things, thrn stuff saying kamala is a bad choice to endorse then you sounded so positive abt her and im very confused ): i avoid politics a lot cuz i live w a very protrump dad and its so difficult to find accurate information that isnt seaped in memes and sarcasm and pessimism but you sounded very genuine! thanks for any help <3

I went into more depth over here! I also wanna share a couple of videos I've been getting these perspectives from, because these folks are a lot more educated on the topic than I am.

I first heard the perspective that Biden was woefully unlikely to win from Olayemi Ulurin, in this video. She has a kind of "I can't blame anyone for not voting" perspective that I do think I agree with, largely because she's coming at it with nuance: Biden is not a compelling candidate, he's not likely to win, it makes sense people don't wanna vote for him, and the Democrats need to get their shit together and pick someone else.

She also posted this video (below) that goes way more in-depth into the issue, and which I think reflects (and GREATLY expands and adds to) my personal stance on the "vote blue no matter who" thing: i.e., voting is ultimately about making the fight easier for activists who are working for real change. It's important for that reason, not because the person you vote for can be trusted to do anything helpful of their own volition.

If you're gonna watch any of the videos I link here, watch that one.

The other source I've looked to a lot recently is Some More News, which is where I initially heard a lot more detail on the "Biden should drop out oh god oh please it's our only hope" perspective.

First was their podcast episode immediately following the recent Biden/Trump debate, in which they delve (somewhat casually, but thoroughly) into why Biden's 2024 campaign was so fucking terrifying for everyone who needs a Democrat win:

They also get into more detail on the topic here, in another podcast episode:

Those two videos are great just for understanding this election and why Biden dropping out is very much the best thing that could have happened. That's basically the topic for the full length of both podcast videos (where Olayemi just kind of touches on that specific question, in comparison). If you just want more details on that question and only have the capacity for one of these, you could probably watch either podcast video (I personally have only watched part of the second one, and all of the first one).

I'd also recommend these two channels for political insight in general.

Olayemi is great because she comes at things from an explicitly activist perspective, and she has a huge personal background in very grounded, concrete political activism, especially as a black immigrant woman. She brings in a lot of other experts as well, often themselves marginalized political activists, which is just a fantastic way to be exposed to a really awesome diversity of knowledgeable perspectives without having to look very far on your own. She's also relentlessly hopeful- and grounded in that hope- which is so, so important and refreshing.

Some More News is a good supplementary to Olayemi, imo, just in that they have a good, upbeat (and again, very grounded) energy, and they cover a lot of very current political stuff in an easy-to-digest kind of way. I find both them and Olayemi really fun to watch, but the vibes are definitely different between the two, and they're good counterpoints to each other- plus they tend to cover different stuff, which just helps broaden your awareness of what's going on, again without needing to look super far.

I know this is a lot of information; hopefully I've made it possible to sift through for the piece you actually want to start with, though. If nothing else, I really encourage folks to check out Olayemi and see if any of her videos catch their eye. She's really fantastic, and her stuff scratches my "video to do laundry to" itch while also being, like, a really valuable watch overall.

Best of luck!!

[amarayys]

DRDT episode 13 theory. So.

so i was meant to be making a general episode 13 analysis video. but um. i dont have the energy for that. so what am i gonna do instead? TALK ABOUT TERUKO try find out wtf david is doing in this scene

SO. time to find out what possibly the FRUITIEST look ever from david means!!! disclaimer:

I suck at theories. And formatting. Yipee.

I'm painfully unfunny so excuse any dumbass jokes i make.

I'm going to find any and all excuses to rant abt teruko. be prepared...............

4. I may repeat myself a lot. Forgive me if it sounds really repetative... :( 5. Any points surrounded by - these things - are just things that are unlikely, but I think should still be adressed.

So, the context of these images is Teruko revealing "her secret"; You're constantly blaming yourself for the death of your parents and siblings. It doesn't matter that it's not your fault, just that you didn't go with them.

(pls excuse the shitty quality.) She has to be either lying or MAYBE unsure about her secret. Here's why: 1. She had a conversation with Whit (and technically charles, but he was just listening in) about her family. She reveals that she's never known her parents and grew up in an orphanage. She did grow up with her biological brother, but he was adopted by another family when Teruko was five, and she says she doesn't remember him much.

2. The wording of the secret is quite specific - You're constantly blaming yourself for the death of your parents and siblings. Like I've mentioned, she's never known her parents. Even if she *somehow* knew they were dead, why would she blame herself for it? I could see it maybe working in some way, but the next bit disproves it - SIBLINGS. Teruko has only mentioned having one sibling, and this wording is plural. This secret cannot be hers, she only has one brother. - To add on to this

2.5. Maybe one could argue that siblings and parents could be her friends/people she considered family in the orphanage she grew up in. However, the specific wording of parents and siblings, instead of just using the word "family", makes me think otherwise. - Okay, so let's dissect what this means. - I think if maybe she was unaware/TRULY thought that this was her secret, the only point that would support it is 2.5. Maybe she considered people she grew up with in the orphanage her "parents" or siblings", but its just not very likely. While I wouldn't be surprised if Teruko blew up an orphanage or something (/hj) , I think it's a stretch to say this secret is referring to that. - With that out the way, we come to one conclusion - Teruko is lying about secret. "Amari, we know that already, can we move on??????????" yeah yeah whatever i may have just wanted to rant about teruko. MOVING ON. So, what is Teruko's secret? It's pretty wildly agreed upon that Teruko's secret is the one regarding the killing game, which David recieved - "How could I even select what secret to be your motive? Just about everything you've done in your life is worth killing for. The killing game is all your fault."

We think that this is Teruko's secret because: 1. She's the only one that fits it smh. /hj 2. The guy at the start of the prologue (who is probably xander but that is a WHOLE other theory you can find here ) mentions having to kill Teruko Tawaki (how DARE they) after talking about ending the killing game.

My interpretation of this is that Teruko is the reason the killing game is actually happening, though I doubt she's aware of this/the mastermind (or she could be, idk??). A really good theory that I feel explains what I mean by Teruko causing the KG but not being the mastermind is the time loop theory which is linked here. (accirax i love you for this theory /p) Obviously, this lines up with "The killing game is your fault." 3. David gives her THE LOOK right after she "admits" her secret, which sort of maybe kind of implies that he knows she's lying, which he does, since he has the secret. - As for the remaining secret: Xander's secret (which we assume min recieved) is the one Teruko claimed to have:

"You're constantly blaming yourself for the death of your parents and siblings. It doesn't matter that it's not your fault, just that you didn't go with them." Why do I think this? 1. In Xander's bonus video, it is VERY heavily implied that he has survivor's guilt as well as outright confirmed his family is dead. Go check it out for the full context.

2. Xander's secret message on the DRDT tumblr is the definition of survivors guilt. Really self explanatory, huh?

3. XANDER ACTUALLY HAS MORE THAN 1 FUCKING SIBLING. anyway. okay, this is getting a little confusing to remember, so here: Killing game: Teruko's secret, recieved by David. Survivor's guilt: Xander's secret, recieved by Min. (all remaining secrets remain the same.) MOTIVE

So, why would Teruko lie about her secret? I mean, shouldn't she just point it out? And why didn't David point it out? - 1. Teruko is aware that her secret is the killing game one and is lying because she's the mastermind or something. We see her thoughts, so I really doubt it. To further disprove this theory: Teruko has stated like 15 times (/ex) that she doesn't know which secret is hers, due to her having too many secrets. So, yeah, pretty unlikely she knows which secret's hers. Discard this theory. -

2. a) Teruko doesn't know her secret, but knows it's probably bad, and therefore doesn't want to share it, so she lied. Pretty straightforward, really. Now, for the theory that I think is most likely: 3. Teruko doesn't know which secret is hers, but she knows neither of her secrets are the ones left unrevealed. She knows somebody is lying about a secret - but she's come to the conclusion that secrets are irrelevant to the trial and murder, so she's lying about her secret to avoid everyone getting off track once again.

We know that's she's accidentally led the trial in the wrong direction twice now (motive secrets, time of murder) Also, this is the most in character.

As for David: A. David knows her secret, but keeps it hidden in order to cause distrust and just generally fuck Teruko over. He plans to reveal it either post trial or in a future daily life. B. David knows her secret, but earlier, he and Teruko made a pact to keep it hidden. However, since he's a little bitch boy (/j), he's going to reveal it anyway, either post trial or in a future daily life. - Just to add on to this point ^ - I know Teruko's protag and we see her thoughts and all, but Kaede happened, so I don't think this is out of the question. - I think the most likely combination is point 3. and point A. : Teruko's lying about her secret to avoid the trial heading off topic. David isn't calling her out because he wants to use it in the future to throw suspicion onto Teruko and cause havoc.

SO. Let's recap! Secrets: Teruko: "How could I even select what secret to be your motive? Just about everything you've done in your life is worth killing for. The killing game is all your fault." Received by David. Xander: "You're constantly blaming yourself for the death of your parents and siblings. It doesn't matter that it's not your fault, just that you didn't go with them." Received by Min. Rest remain the same as canon. Why can't Teruko's secret be about her family? 1. Teruko never knew her parents, and never mentions them being dead. 2. Teruko hasn't seen her brother since she was 5, and she never mentions him being dead, just adopted. 3. The wording of the secret refers to siblingS, which is plural. Teruko has only one sibling. 4. The secret fits Xander much better - His secret quote is the defintion of survivors guilt, and his bonus episode heavily implies he has survivors guilt, and it is confirmed his family died in the same bonus episode. Why is Teruko's secret about the killing game?

• The guy at the start of the prologue mentions having to kill Teruko Tawaki after talking about ending the killing game. This implies Teruko is the cause of the killing game, whether on purpose or not. Motive for lying: Teruko doesn't know which secret is hers, but she knows neither of her secrets are the ones left unrevealed. She knows somebody is lying about a secret - but she's come to the conclusion that secrets are irrelevant to the trial and murder, so she's lying about her secret to avoid everyone getting off track once again. David knows her secret, but keeps it hidden in order to use it in the future to turn everyone against Teruko and just generally cause distrust in the group. He plans to reveal it either post trial or in a future daily life. **btw, just a fun afterthought - i think either whit or charles will eventually point out the conversation regarding teruko's unbringing and how it contradicts her secret - and david will use that opportunity to reveal teruko's secret. ANDDDD that's it! feel free to correct/add on any points you'd like. this took AGES but i had so much fun!!! i love you drdt. (ESPECIALLY TERUKO.)

[sanjisleggy]

no more hiding (smoker x reader)

req: Hi!!! Could you maybe do a Smoker x pirate reader. Like trying to hide the relationship and stuff from the other Marines and her pirate crew. (Whichever crew you want) idk I just want cute pirate x Marine stuff maybe little angsty if you want but need cute things

a/n: omg i’ve been thinking about this request for the past three (3) days and i might have gotten very carried away with the angst at the start, istg i couldn’t help myself ajskdhjakshja i hope the subsequent fluff in the flashbacks and ending was enough to make up for it!! ;;0;; i legit had a lot more angst planned but i cut it out bc the request asked for more fluffy stuff :’D

contents: suggestive themes (nothing explicit though, idk why i wrote Smoker and reader so h0rny for each other but alas it is what is), angst to fluff, mentions of wounds and stitching of said wounds

wc. 2.3k

i.

Smoker can’t help the tinge of bitterness that gathers at the back of his throat, the taste so strong that not even his usual nightly cigars can chase away the smell. it’s a rather rare occurrence, only really happening when he gets anxious and it’s been a long time since anxiety overrode every other emotion in his body in such a way.

though the experience is slightly uncomfortable, he supposes it can’t really be helped since it involves you; his childhood friend (the only one, in fact), his closest companion and the love of his life. 

the Vice Admiral wonders what’s taking you so long. you always show up at his doorstep roughly half an hour after he’s sent out a trail of smoke to go look for you—the signal you’ve used since you were kids. back then it was for innocent hangouts beyond curfew and now it’s for late night meetings that often end with either one of you on top of the other, tangled in his bedsheets.

as much as Smoker would like to think about your latest escapade, his nerves are starting to get the better of him and his mind begins to race. 

ii. 

“you joined Tomohana’s crew?! what’s the matter with you?” his voice cracked slightly near the end of his sentence. you normally would’ve made fun of him for it but the air between him and you was a bit too tense for jokes like that. 

“ i know you know they’re not like normal pirates,” you replied as calmly as you could considering your best friend was yelling at you. “everyone in Loguetown loves him and his crew, they’re always fighting off rowdy pirates to protect the neighbouring islands.”

”that should be the Marines’ job.”

”exactly! but they don’t really do that a lot, do they?” you could tell you’d made a point so good even Smoker couldn’t rebut. “with Vice Admiral Gokiburi around, all they do is make our lives miserable.”

”it won’t be that way for long and you know that.” 

“oh please, you just got promoted a month ago and you’ve been with the Marines for how many years now?” he glared down at you but even his deep scowl wasn’t enough to hide the redness in his cheeks. “we’ll be in our mid-thirties before you take his place.”

”so?” Smoker snapped, fists clenched at his sides as hints of white smoke trailed out of the corners of his mouth. “at least i’ll be makin’ an actual difference! unlike you.” the tone of his voice dropped to an eerily calm albeit deep one. 

“what about me?” you challenged before you could help it. you knew from experience that adding fuel to the fire was not gonna end pretty but in that moment, you needed to know what he meant.

iii. 

why now? why am i remembering this now?

Smoker finds himself outside your door at midnight. the radio silence from you had been too much to bear and he just needs to know if you’re okay; and yet there he stands, fist halfway to making contact with your door when the bitter memory of your most painful fight decides it’s time to claw its way into the forefront of his mind.

after that incident,

after i called you all those awful things

you stopped talking to him for five years.

iv. 

it had been Tomohana of all people who’d told you about Smoker that day. he didn’t provide many details but it was enough for you to show up at his front door after years of no contact. after knocking, you could hear the sound of furniture being toppled over and heavy, unstable footsteps before the door swung open.

Smoker’s eyes widened upon seeing your face and he became so still that one of his cigars slipped out from between his teeth, hitting the ground unceremoniously between your feet and his. without saying a word, he stepped aside to let you in.

amidst the countless empty bottles of varying types of alcohol and a handful of presents you presumed were from his subordinates, the two of you sat in silence. 

“i heard you got promoted,” you said suddenly, after almost ten minutes of nothing. “congrats.” as though surprised at hearing your voice, Smoker cleared his throat before responding.

”thanks.” he paused for a few seconds. “i’m Vice Admiral now.”

”i know.” you offered him a small smile. “you don’t seem very happy about achieving your childhood dream though.”

”i…” he clenched his teeth, his already flushed face turning even redder from something other than alcohol. “i wish i could’ve celebrated with you, is all.” his eyes turned down to stare at his feet. for a man so huge, he looked awfully small. “i miss you. i’m sorry i said those things all those years ago. i didn’t mean any of it.”

hot tears began to stream down your face before you could even fully process what he was saying. 

“why’d it take you so long then?” you replied with a sniffle—the sound seemingly triggering something in the man as his head snapped back up to look at you. “all this time—” you had to pause to take in a deep, shaky breath “—i thought you hated me.”

upon your admission, the one and only Smoker, a Vice Admiral of the mighty Marines, slid off his seat to kneel before you. although he was drunk, at that moment he was the most sober he’d ever been in his life.

”i could never hate you, doll.” he grabbed your hands in an uncharacteristically soft manner before bringing them up to his lips. your heart pounded so violently within the confines of your chest, you wondered if he could hear it. “i’ve loved you ever since we were kids.” 

speechless, all you could really do was stare at him with your mouth parted.

”please let me make it up to you, (Y/N),” Smoker pleaded with a pitiful look in his usually hardened eyes. you briefly wondered what his subordinates would think if they saw him like that, especially the girl with the spectacles who seemed to admire him so much. he looked so little like the aggressive, no-nonsense Marine the locals now knew him as and so much like the Smoker from when you were just children. 

you realised, in that moment, how much you’d missed him, too.

v.

it’s taking all he’s got not to show his anger and fear as the Vice Admiral watches you stitch yourself back together in quite the literal sense. he’s clenching his fists so hard he can feel his nails dig into the meat of his palms, he won’t be surprised if he draws blood.

the white-haired man isn’t quite sure what exactly he’s angry at: you? your crew and Tomohana for letting you go home wounded to patch yourself up? even maybe himself?

before Smoker can make his decision, he’s torn away from his own thoughts by the sound of a pained whine being forced through your gritted teeth. wordlessly, he closes the gap between him and you and kneels by your feet. carefully, he finishes up the final stitches as your hand grips his shoulder tightly to cope with the pain. 

unknowingly, his Devil Fruit power kicks in, causing a whisp of white smoke to curl itself around your face and body. the familiar cooling sensation of his smoke caressing your skin soothes the stinging pain of your open wounds and the aches in your tired joints. 

you already know he’s mad, not just at you for getting hurt once again but at everything else, as well. it’s just the kind of guy Smoker is: always angry or uptight over something. and yet, he ties off the final stitch so carefully and when he’s done, he simply sighs before resting his cheek atop your thigh as he tenderly runs his palm up and down your bare leg, as if trying to remind himself that you’re still there.

from the way he exhales his following breath, you can tell he wants to say something.

vi.

“leave the crew,” he said suddenly, breaking through the comfortable silence that had befallen the two of you after an evening of post-dinner cuddling. his hand reaching up to rub the back of your neck as you rested your head on his bare chest. the night was hot and humid but neither of you cared how sticky your skin felt pressed against his, you’d both grown up in this weather after all. “i make more than enough berry for us to live comfortably.”

”you know that’s not what i’m worried about, love,” you replied with a chuckle as you adjusted your position by Smoker’s side to bury your face into the crook of his neck. the Vice Admiral’s chest rumbled in a way not unlike a cat’s purring as he pulled you closer, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. “the crew helps to protect a lot of the locals from the neighbouring islands and i wanna make sure there’s enough manpower before i consider quitting.” 

“can’t believe i’m sayin’ this but i hope a hundred of new recruits show up at that bastard Tomohana’s doorstop first thing tomorrow,” the man beside you sighed, only half-joking, before he rolled his body over yours without warning.

”hey!” you protested, wiggling under his weight. he chuckled as he trapped you beneath him, pressing kisses all over your face.

”tell him to hurry up and gather more crewmates already, doll,” Smoker murmured against your skin, “it’s not like they’re doin’ anything illegal anyway so why the secrecy, hmm? tryin’ to keep my girl away from me?”

”it’s not like that and you know it.” you hugged his head to your chest with both arms, smile growing even wider when you felt his muscles relax from your touch. “besides, they’d have to know about us to begin with.” 

“i’m tired of sneakin’ around,” he mumbled into your chest, muffling his words ever so slightly. “the cadets can get so nosy sometimes, it pisses me off.” Smoker admitted whilst rubbing your sides tenderly. “‘sides, all this hiding makes it feel like you’re some dirty secret.”

vii.

before he can say anything, you speak your mind first.

”i’m done hiding. i quit the crew earlier today.” Smoker’s head snaps up from your lap for his widened eyes to meet yours. staring back down at him with a small smile on your face, you cup his face with your right hand, feeling the stubble on his skin when he nuzzles into your touch. “some cocky new recruit challenged me for my position afterward. he was a pretty good fighter but i beat the shit out of him.”

”that’s my girl.” Smoker says with a chuckle, his hand giving your calf a light squeeze as he stares at you for a good few seconds. “so you’re finally free?” he asks with a glimmer in his eye. 

”you say that as if i was held hostage or something.”

”can’t help it, doll. that’s pretty much what it felt like for the past three years.” he presses yet another kiss to your bare thigh. “so… move in with me?”

”tomorrow,” you reply simply but definitively, much to his pleasure. “but first,” you gesture for him to stand up before holding out your arms in his direction, “carry me to bed.”

Smoker raises an eyebrow at your request though he can’t help the smile on his face. he wonders how ridiculous he must look, like some lovesick fool.

”please?” you pout and within seconds, you’re swept into his arms bridal style. you let out a soft yelp of surprise despite how carefully he’d picked you up. “i’m okay, you didn’t hurt me.” you’re quick to reassure him when a look of worry washed over his face from the sound you just made. you can feel his shoulders relax in response.

“bath first, then bed.” he states simply, already walking towards your bathroom.

”together?” you grin up at him, tracing a finger down his chest. a redness blooms across Smoker’s rugged face as he shoots you a frown that looks more silly than intimidating. he doesn’t even grace you with a verbal answer, deeming it too ridiculous to even acknowledge fully.

of course he’s going to join you. the day he says no to such a request is the day hell freezes over.

viii.

the night air feels more cooling than usual, you realise as you snuggle closer to your beloved, trying to steal as much of his body heat as you possibly can. using his bicep as a pillow with your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck, you hug him like a koala to a tree: your arms around his middle and your legs locked around his right thigh. admittedly it’s not the most comfortable position for Smoker but he’ll die before he complains about it. 

for the first time he’ll be able to sleep the night at your place and wake up by your side under the morning sun. no longer will either of you have to rise before dawn breaks to sneak back home, pretend the other has nothing to do with you until the moon takes the sun’s place and his smoke trail guides you back to him. 

Smoker is careful not to touch your stitches as he turns towards you slightly to pull you closer. he runs his hands over all the bare skin of yours he can reach, leaving goose bumps in his fingers’ wake, his heart fluttering when you giggle and wriggle your body in response.

i can’t wait to come home to you every night and see you every morning.

although it’s been a long day, neither of you get much sleep that night. 

[enden-k]

Yes yes im claiming that man, i wanna cry he is perfect. I need me some dumb dragon man that is still possessive. Is he also like saran in the way he cares for his elf?

Also def interest in that throwing up onto his lap story? I will devour all details of this man like am starving man

-🐉

he does care for vin but in his own weird ways. hes a dragon after all so the way he shows his affection is different and weird than the other existing species. hes also a gross freak (we love that) living his life so combined with that, you often catch him do shit like trying to nurse vin back to health at some point by eating disgusting "food" only a dragon could possibly eat and chewing it for vin to mouthfeed him. thats basically classic zydonia for you

also unlike saran if vin hits zydonia, zydonia most definitely will hit back (ofc not full strength, he could easily kill them all if he wanted to)

dropping this link here bc i babbled a little abt their dynamic before

also yea, in the 2nd chapter theyre in a tavern, having some beers and trying to think of their next steps now that they busted zydonia out of his horny jail and are proclaimed dead etcetc; vin is - as usual - extremely upset and pissed at zydonia bc smth happened earlier and he considers him the root of all their problems. vin has low alcohol tolerance and is drunk off his ass and making a scene, trying to climb over the table to "beat the shit out" of zydonia and ends up throwing up into his lap instead. zydonia (annoyed) immediately grabs his head and smashes it into the table, breaking it and knocking out vin akjbscjkabkj they cause chaos everywhere they go and this scene is how they met the next member of their group (the tavern owner, my beloved witch)

dropping the panels from the comic UTC, its veeeery very old art and i used to draw all my comics on paper since i couldnt afford a pc or tablet back then but well <3

[fetchen]

i’ve been getting a little fixated on xo kitty so for a small fandom, here are my opinions and such :3

- i don’t like minho that much and, frankly, i’m not sure why so many people do. he has his good moments but i don’t find him all that endearing. certainly not the best character in the show.

~~ the only thing i really like about minho is the fact that he’s a somewhat feminine guy that’s never made fun of for being feminine. he does stereotypically feminine things: he cares deeply about skincare, being well-groomed, fashion, and being romantic. unlike many other shows and movies, minho is never made the butt of a joke for being, pretty much, the most feminine guy in the show. not only that, his sexuality as a straight guy is never called into question, which is something that often happens with feminine men. i do like that.

- i actually really like madison! i don’t find her all that annoying. a lot of people cited her as really exemplifying the “koreaboo-ish” nature of the show but i actually don’t mind her at all.

~~ i think a lot of people only hate madison because she’s “cringe.” in reality, she’s a cool character who fulfills her purpose well. plus, if we’re talking about her as if she were a person, she’s actually just really nice. at the end of the first season, she’s essentially kitty’s only friend. she never acts as if she’s forced to be kitty’s friend- in fact, when kitty pleads her case, she cheers and claps for her. madison could’ve easily spent her time with eunice and mihee and whoever else, but she chose to support kitty instead. she’s also very communicative with minho. she makes it clear that she’s more interested in hooking up than being in a romantic relationship and lets him down gently. she never “played” him, she just thought they were on the same page. in short, madison is absolutely goated and people just hate her because she’s kinda cringe sometimes.

- i don’t really care about the use of k-pop in the show. it doesn’t bother me and never has. k-pop is a special interest of mine so i am a k-pop fan, but i never felt very pandered to by the show.

~~ i think the show being set in a korean boarding school is a big part of the marketing. k-pop fans are quite the large demographic and for the show to appeal to us is a viable strategy to make it successful. that being said, i’m very neutral about the fact that k-pop is used really prominently throughout. i think it’s actually kinda nice. i enjoy recognizing songs i like in a show i also like. it’s as simple as that. i think there’s something to be said about the fact that the show’s setting is very appealing to me. i love the concept of students of different backgrounds attending this international school while struggling with love, sexuality, culture, and heritage. something about it is incredibly appealing to me. i absolutely love the show despite its flaws.

those are some of my xo kitty opinions :3 i have more so perchance i’ll start posting about this show more since i really like it

[pikespendragon67]

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I technically can still talk with friends but eh why not

IRL: o ye gods i have 2 interviews next week, one in person and one over the phone that may lead to an in person interview. They pay way more than my current job but I fear deceiving my supervisor to go to the in person ones. I'm in the middle of my annual review for my current job though so I think I'll get like. A very small raise and get asked why I've been coming in late for a while now (mainly due to traffic). Hrm.

It’s gonna rain for 2 weeks fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

In December I'm making up for not walking for my college graduation since I graduated during quarantine! I met Jamieson Price at my brother's graduation back in 2016 since he was announcing so my foolish hope is that he announces for mine. Sadly not a SoCal school so highly unlikely (especially with BS technology nowadays) but a fish can dream.

I also...spent way more than I realized this year so once I replenish enough funds I hope I can stick to a budget that my mom helped formulate. Getting the new jobs will help a bunch in those. Terrible timing since the Switch successor is coming out next year and who knows what guests will arrive at cons I can potentially go to. (Like if Jamieson Price, Akio Otsuka, Kenjiro Tsuda or Junichi Suwabe got invited to a con I might need to sell a kidney or 3). I tried using a Windows 11 laptop and it is somehow much slower than my 2019 laptop. Like. How. It's more recent. So I might need to invest in a tablet (like an iPad) or something instead since those tend to be faster. If it has HDMI ports I'd be set.

Also terrible timing for going on a budget since I want to get the Shunsui blind keychain in stores like GameStop or BoxLunch. I have Ukitake at least. I'd be willing to trade a spare Soifon that I have. Oh, and also Squishables plushies always tempt me as well as physical DVDs/games/manga but I am running out of storage space aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I want to get back into art but I need a bag to carry my art supplies and hopefully I can sneak in doodles when I run out of tasks at work. I'd draw on weekends but my computer takes up way too much space on my desk.

And I'm in a bit of a music rut, need to find new stuff to listen to. I usually like smooth cadences in things like electroswing, R&B or pop punk rock, but maybe with how hectic the world is becoming I can get into a new genre of music. Maybe folk? Maybe a ska renaissance that I keep hoping to happen in the public attention?

Animu: I just finished rewatching Digimon Adventure (1999)! I rewatched the dub since I'm nostalgic towards it. I recognized more voices than I did in my rewatch from 6th grade wrow. (I forgot Doug Erholz was in the OG series as Joe's brother and MachineSeaDramon). As a kid my favorite was probably TK or Kari but these days I relate way too much to Joe. I think my favorite arc is the Myotismon arc, and I really loved the Piedmon fight. The show really started feeling special after SkullGreymon appeared. It went from regular monster of the week show to something that explored more character depth, like when Sora felt she couldn't use the Crest of Love. Gonna start 02 next week.

I'm about to finish Delico's Nursery (thank GOD) and Moribito so I can finally move onto other stuff to either watch or rewatch. Maybe Big O, maybe ID: Invaded? Who can say. ...Probably after Beastars season 3 comes out.

Pokemon Horizons' next dubbed portion will air in February so I will see who voices Hassel and Larry then put it on hold until another character I like shows up. Unless something plot relevant happens. It's a good show but hhhhhhhh I only have so much time in my days now.

I'm liking Ranma 1/2! Originally I was a bit squicked about the bathing scenes but I really like the character interactions and the over-the-top jokes (like using your brother as a weapon, hilarious)

Tower of God season 2 is...there. Definitely in the gambler's fallacy where I want to finish this and have it be done with. I really miss season 1's animation.

Orb: On the Center of the Earth is a really intriguing drama. I'm hoping it has a scene that makes me think about life like with other dramas that I've enjoyed. It has sparks of it, so only time will tell.

I’m really enjoying Dandadan so far. I might not delve into the fandom side but I’m loving the art direction and the main character bickering. Dare I hope for a Mothman arc?

In my Jojo rewatch I’m 4 episodes away from finishing Battle Tendency. I’m not the biggest fan of Stardust Crusaders though so I’m gonna see if I can watch the OVAs instead

And finally, I'm not sure how many episodes Bleach TYBW part 3 will have but I'm lowkey waiting for when Shunsui's big moment happens. Hopefully it doesn't feel too rushed, as if we do follow the 13 episode structure we'd only have...5 episodes left to finish this. I'm also hoping that the light novels get animated. Or that Kubo makes the rest of the Hell arc an anime exclusive thing.

Videya games: I thought I could switch between Brothership and Dragon Quest 3, but hoo boy do I feel the grind more in 5 minutes of DQ3 than I do 20 in Brothership. Aside from the Luigi A controversy and odd way to do basic jumps/hammer attacks, I'm liking the combat again. Makes me want to go back to play Dream Team more.

I got Webfishing and I made my avatar Ogata. Life is goooooooooood. Also on some weekends I play with some buddies in either Granblue Versus, 100% Orange Juice, and recently we went through the prologue of Paranormasight. I grinded with some other friends in Granblue Relink and man I need to assemble that squad again so I can get Ambrosia.

Oh yeah, an IRL friend helped me start up collecting for Wii again! Meaning I can hopefully get Gamecube games too because while I do have Dolphin and Parsec, I still have trouble opening files, configuring my controller and configuring a memory card. True there's a risk of scratched discs and spending way more than I need to. Hm.

[sequinsmile-x]

On the Radio

She could no longer ignore it after New York. She'd fallen in love with him.

AKA - the one where being friends with benefits no longer works for either of them

-x-

Hi friends,

This is an ever so slightly belated birthday present for my bestie @hancydrewfan! I love you very much, and I am endlessly grateful for your friendship, the way you love me and my cat and the way you scream at me when I put our favourite idiots through things <3

I hope you had a lovely day and that this was worth the wait.

-x-

Words: 5.1k (I got carried away what's new)

Warnings: Smut, 18+

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

She was furious at him. 

It was a type of anger she hadn’t felt towards him since the early days, back when he didn’t trust her and made it clear. His own irritation directed towards her barely hidden, written all over his face in a way that had made long-buried defiance from her teenage years spark in her gut. They’d moved on since then, shifting from mutual dislike into colleagues who trusted each other, to unlikely friends. 

It was only after Penelope was shot that they shifted into something more. A night together born out of desperation, of the life-affirming pleasure they both needed to feel after their friend almost died. They’d avoided each other for a couple of days afterwards, unable to look at each in the eye without thinking of flashes of those stolen hours together, marks of their passion still tattooed into each other's skin. 

Then it happened again. And again. They agreed it couldn’t be more than sex, that neither of them wanted, or were in the place for anything else. He had only just separated from Haley, a pale line of skin on his ring finger, and Emily simply didn’t want to be in a relationship. The danger of her last one, the smell of smoke and whiskey alone enough to make her dream of icy blue eyes, still lingering at the edge of everything she did. 

For a while, she convinced herself that it could just be sex. Incredible, fantastic, sex, but nothing more. There were moments that she could convince herself to ignore. Those first few seconds in the morning when she’d wake up pressed up against him, his skin warm and comforting, his embrace safer than anything she’d known in years. She’d push past it, even though she was sure she could see something spark in his eyes when he’d press a kiss to her forehead before he got out of bed. Something she wanted to believe was affection. 

She could no longer ignore it after New York. Her chest tight as she watched the footage of him being thrown by the explosion of the SUV, feelings she’d been ignoring for weeks overwhelming her. She didn’t relax until she saw he was ok, that he’d walked away with relatively minor injuries. Despite her reservations about it, the voice in her head screaming that it was a bad idea, she carries on. She offers to drive home with him on the next case after it became clear he never should have flown anywhere in the first place. When he fucks her at the motel they stop off at, more desperation in his touch than there had been any other time before, she realises she’s done exactly what she told herself she wouldn’t when they started this.

She’d fallen in love with him. 

Emily told herself that they’d talk about it, half convinced that he must feel the same way too. She was good enough at her job to see it, to see how he would look at her when he thought she wasn’t looking. How he would touch her when he thought she was asleep, his fingers trailing up and down her back, his touch soft but his callouses rough against the notches of her spin. 

There wasn’t a chance to talk about it before Colorado. He’d sent her off with a wink and a kiss after she joked he was shipping her off so she was out of the way. She’d seen the look on his face as she stumbled out of the compound, her feet unsteady as her entire body ached. He hadn’t covered it quickly enough, pure relief flashing in his eyes clear for her to see even with the distance between them. 

He’d looked after her that night. Helped her wash the smell of smoke from her hair and sat up behind her all night so she’d get some decent sleep, her ribs too painful to lie down. She’d taken some strong painkillers that night, encouraged to do so by Aaron before they got into bed, and everything except the way he held her, his lips against her temple, fuzzy and unclear. 

Everything changed after that. 

He started to pull away, no longer able to make time for their nights together and partnering her with anyone on the team but him on cases. It hurt more than she cared to admit even to herself, and she couldn’t understand what happened, why he’d gone from looking after her so intently to ignoring her. It was out of character, she knew he wasn’t a callous man, that he was actually much softer than she would have ever guessed. 

She’s able to do what she’d always done. She pushes it down and pretends that it doesn’t bother her, putting him and her feelings for him into a little box. And it works.

Until he pairs them together to go to interview a prisoner in Ohio. 

They drive there, the journey to the prison tense, the air thick between them as neither of them addresses the issues hanging between them. She can feel him watching her as she stares out the window, wilfully ignoring him as much as she can, and she has to stop herself from saying something she’s sure she’d later regret. 

She plays with the radio, constantly switching channels just to have something to do, occasionally commenting on how terrible some of the music is, making a point of ensuring she gets in a dig about The Beatles as she does so. 

“Will you stop that?” He practically barks at her as she once again changes the channel, the only words he’d said since they got in the car. It makes her hand freeze as she reaches out for the dial, and she frowns at him.

“Stop what?” She asks defiantly, raising her eyebrow at him.

“Being so…” he drifts off, and she watches as he tries to figure out what to say, all of the different options clear as they flick across his face, “Interesting.”

Of all the things he could have said, she wasn’t expecting that, and it left her feeling even more unsettled than she had been before. 

She switches off the radio, and the rest of the journey is done in silence. 

The interview at the prison takes longer than they thought, and by the time they leave, it’s clear that they will need to stop overnight. They find a motel to stop off at, and she can feel the tension radiating off of him as they are told there’s only one room left. She cuts over him before he can refuse it, stopping him from suggesting that they move on to the next motel, and she snatches the key from the desk clerk.

As she opens the room and sees there is only one bed she takes a moment to curse the universe, to ask what she’d done to deserve this, but then she moves forward, dumping her bag onto the side of the bed she preferred. 

“I can ask them to bring in a rollaway-”

“Aaron,” she says firmly, cutting him off as she pulls her bag open, her grip on the zip so fierce she’s surprised she doesn’t rip it off, “I know you’re over whatever…this was,” she says pulling her pjyamas and washing bag out of her go-bag, “But as someone who has done things to me that would make a priest blush, I’m sure you can handle sleeping next to me one more night.”

She doesn’t give him a chance to respond, doesn’t even look up at him to see the shock spread across his face, and she walks into the bathroom. 

As soon as the door is locked behind her she sits down on the toilet, her head in her hands as she growls to herself.

“Damn it.”

___

He was in love with her.

He should have known right from the beginning that he wasn’t someone who could handle a ‘friends with benefits’ situation, especially so soon after his marriage had fallen apart. He’d convinced himself that she didn’t feel the same way, that for her it was purely physical, and that made it easier to deal with. Well aware that even though he was in love with her, he couldn’t give her what she deserved. 

It worked, at least he thought it did. He’d lay there and watch her sleep long after she’d drifted off, allowing himself to imagine the impossible - that this could be his life - as he trailed his fingers over her impossibly smooth skin.

It worked, until Colorado. He’d been so worried, so on edge when she was in danger, that he was sure Dave was now suspicious of the two of them, the older man always throwing them curious looks when they so much as interacted. He’d felt nothing but relief as she walked out of the compound, a flash of a thing that disappeared as he saw how she was holding herself and the blood on her shirt. He’d taken her back to his place that night, washing her hair out for her as she complained about the smell of it, her ribs too sore for her to lift her arms to do it herself. 

The bruising, black and blue marks painted across her perfect skin, makes his stomach turn, anger directed towards a man now dead so sharp he wants to find what's left of Cyrus and destroy it. He convinces her to take the painkillers the doctor had given her, heavy-duty pills that, combined with her exhaustion and the lack of food over the previous days, made her a little drowsy. 

He’d sat up in bed and let her rest against him, aware from experience that sitting up to sleep was the best thing you could do for fractured ribs. She rested her head against him, her eyes already drifting shut, and he kissed her forehead, telling her to sleep and that he’d be there. 

She was already halfway there when she said it, words slurred by sleep and painkillers as she breathed them out across his skin. 

“Ok. Love you.”

He hadn’t slept after that, panicked by the fact she loved him back, something he felt he didn’t deserve. He was freshly divorced, he was grumpy and standoffish and everything he knew she could do so much better than. 

It was clear the next morning that she didn’t remember saying it, but he did. The sleepy confession both the best and the worst thing he’d heard in a long time. 

He knows it’s wrong, but he pulls away after that, not sure what to do with the information he couldn’t forget. He tries to put some space between them, to give himself some time to figure out how to handle it in the weeks that follow, and he thinks he’s done the right thing. That letting her go, letting her find someone else, was the best thing he could have done.

He thinks that, right up until the bathroom door in their motel room slams behind her, her words, injected with hurt and anger, still floating in the air around him.

___

She takes longer in the bathroom than necessary. 

She finds herself staring at her reflection in the mirror, her hair damp from the shower, and she blows out a steady breath, her fingers gripping the ceramic of the sink so tightly her knuckles were white. She was frustrated at herself for reacting, for letting him know exactly how angry she was at him. Something about his presence, about being anywhere near him, unravelled her. Her carefully constructed walls crumbling around her as he did nothing but smile at her. 

It was everything she’d spent years telling herself she didn’t need or want, a kind of all-consuming love that she’d always believed didn’t actually exist. And she’d had the smallest taste of it, moments between the two of them during and around their nights together, and now she felt lost without it.  

She takes a deep breath and turns to leave the bathroom, well aware that Aaron would have heard the shower turn off some time ago, that he’d know she was in here hiding from him. 

As she steps out into the bedroom she stops in her tracks, only half surprised to find Aaron sitting on the end of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees as he waits for her. He’s wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, the sight of him dressed casually making her stomach flip as it always does. She clears her throat and he looks up at her, and she shifts her gaze shortly after their eyes meet, her embarrassment for her earlier outburst burning her insides. 

“The bathroom is free.” 

She steps past him, ready to climb into bed and ignore him for the rest of the evening, taking a note out of his book from the last few weeks, but he stops her, his grip firm around her wrist.

“Emily…” he says, drifting off as he stands up, his grip on her arm not relenting as she turns to look at him. He’s not sure what to say. Everything he’s held back for weeks lodged in his throat as the words struggle to escape. She raises her eyebrows at him expectantly, and he knows his window of opportunity to put this right, to explain his choices, “I’m sorry.” 

She scoffs at him, pulling her wrist from his grip and taking a step back from him, needing a little more space, “For what? For fucking me in the first place? Or for just…dropping me the moment you got, what, bored?” 

She knows it’s harsh when she says it, that, no matter how she’s felt the last few weeks, she knows Aaron isn’t a cruel man. His face drops, pain flashing through his eyes, and for a moment she feels guilty. 

“God, Em, no. Of course not,” he implores her, any remaining confidence that he’d been doing the right thing melting away as she steps back again as he steps towards her. He stops himself from stepping forward again, his fists tight at his sides as he fights against the seemingly natural instinct to comfort her. “It’s never been that.” 

“Then what is it?” she asks, throwing her arms up. A part of her is unsure that she wants to know, unsure what the truth would fix, but she’s asked it before she’s even meant to. The motel room they’d found themselves in the stage for the conversation they should have had weeks ago.

He can’t help but trail his eyes down her body as her movement makes her t-shirt rise up, the edge of a large bruise he remembered washing gently after Colorado coming into view. It was faded now, almost gone, a pale yellow that stood out against her even paler skin, no longer the deep purple he’d been picturing for weeks. She spots him looking down and she pulls at the edge of her t-shirt, covering it back up again. He looks up at her and their eyes meet, and he knows he owes her the truth. 

That he owes her everything, really. She’d shown him it was possible for him to love someone again, something he hadn’t thought was possible as his marriage collapsed around him. 

He sighs and sits on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped together in his lap and his jaw tight, “You deserve better than me, sweetheart.” 

The use of the nickname, of the thing he’d only call her in the darkness of one of their bedrooms, makes her stomach flip, and it makes the rest of his statement take a few seconds longer to sink in. She frowns, her brow creased as she sinks onto the bed next to him, leaving space between them. He doesn’t look at her, doesn’t react as the bed moves as she joins him.

“What do you mean by that?” she asks, trying her best to avoid sounding judgemental or angry, her confusion overriding anything else. Whatever she thought he was going to say, it certainly hadn’t been that. He doesn’t say anything and he simply carries on looking ahead and not at her. It makes any lingering anger at him disappear, and above anything else, no matter what happened, he was her friend and he was clearly struggling with something. She reaches out, placing her hand on his thigh and squeezing it, flashing him a smile as he looks at her, “Aaron, you can tell me anything, you know that. No matter what’s happened between us.” 

He nods and places his hand over hers, feeling a sense of peace he’s sure he hasn’t earned, at the feel of her skin against his. 

“That night after you were hurt, when we slept sitting up in my bed,” he says, watching as she nods. “You took those painkillers and before you fell asleep you said that you love me.” 

She gasps as her eyes go wide, unable to cover her reaction as she stares at him, her words stolen from her as squeezes her hand. She tries to rack her brain, to remember the parts of that evening that were still fuzzy but she can’t. She chokes on a humourless laugh. “What? I don’t…I don’t remember that.” 

He smiles softly at her, her confusion, and the embarrassment tinging her cheeks, making him fall impossibly more in love with her, “I’m not surprised, those were strong painkillers and you barely ate anything.”

She nods, her brain finally catching up with her, and she clears her throat. “That’s when you started pulling away from me,” she says, smiling tightly at him, “At first…at first I thought it was because you were mad I got hurt.”

It isn’t lost on either of them that she hasn’t denied it, that she hasn’t tried to take the confession back. 

“It was never because of that,” he says, shifting closer, their thighs now touching, “You were so brave and…it was never that,” he sighs and shakes his head, sure he was saying this all wrong, “I’m fresh out of a divorce, Emily. And I’m not good at being in a relationship,” he shakes his head at himself and laughs bitterly, “I’ve known Haley since I was a teenager and I couldn’t even hold that together. You deserve better than me.” 

She presses her lips into a firm line and clenches her teeth. She feels the anger bubble in her stomach again, coming to a boil at the realisation he’d made this decision for both of them, that he’d simply decided to take a step back because she’d unknowingly admitted her feelings to him. She swallows it back down, well aware that it wouldn’t help right now. 

Not if she wanted the outcome she was so desperately hoping for. 

“Isn’t it up to me to decide what I deserve?” she asks, and he looks up at her so quickly, the movement so sharp, she’s sure it must have hurt his neck. 

Aaron frowns at her, his eyebrows knitting together, “Em-”

“You don’t get to just…decide that for me,” she says, cutting him off, “Especially without ever saying anything to me,” she cups his cheek, forcing him to stay looking at her, “What if you’re exactly what I want, regardless of anything?” 

It’s what he’s wanted to hear and also been afraid of hearing, treacherous hope building in his chest, “I don’t think I’m good for you, sweetheart.” 

She chokes on a laugh and shakes her head, leaning forward to press her forehead against his, “I can assure you, I’ve dated much, much, worse guys than you,” she says, pulling back to look at him, “And you’re a better man than you give yourself credit for,” she takes a deep breath and says what she’d apparently accidentally said to set this all in motion, “I meant it you know. I might not have realised I was saying it,” she says, chuckling, “But I meant it. I love you.” 

He takes a moment to respond, possibly the longest of her life, and he smiles at her, “I love you too, but-”

“No buts,” she says, shaking her head at him, “I’m not saying we run off to city hall and get married tomorrow,” she smiles when he joins in on her laughter, hope sparking in her chest, “But we could just…try.”

He’d always prided himself on being brave, on being able to push past fear since before he should have had to. A young boy coming out of his hiding place to defend his younger brother from their father, now a man who was struggling to open himself up to love again. But the look on her face, the way he felt comforted just by her being nearby, is enough to make him nod. 

She’d always been braver than him anyway, always willing to put herself at risk for the sake of looking after those she loved. 

“Yeah,” he agrees, “We should try.”

She smiles and he pulls her in for a kiss, his hand cupping the back of her head, holding her in place. Despite the fact they’d done this countless times before, it feels new, more intimate, and both of them feel slightly bereft when it comes to an end. Emily rests her forehead against his and she smiles.

“We should get into bed,” she says quietly, stamping her lips against his again, shifting so she’s even closer to him.

He tucks some of her hair behind her ear and smiles at her, “Tired, sweetheart?” 

She smiles at him and shakes her head, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, “I said nothing about sleeping.” 

He smiles and leans in to kiss her, fiercer this time, and it occurs to him that this is the first time he’s been able to do this and truly call her his. It flicks a switch in his head, his touch getting more possessive as he pulls her closer, his embrace firm as his hands drift under her t-shirt. 

She gasps at the familiar heat of his skin against hers, the sound lost as he uses the opportunity to swipe his tongue through her mouth. She grasps his hair tightly, pulling him even closer as she swings her leg over him so she’s straddling him, the need to be closer to him overwhelming. He pulls her shirt upwards, and they only break apart as he gets it over her head, throwing the soft material somewhere into the room. 

He takes the opportunity to roll them over, to press her into the mattress and he swallows her laugh as he kisses her again before pulling back to look at her. Most of her bruises are gone now, but the one at the bottom of her abdomen isn’t the only one that remains. It makes anger flash through him again, his grip on her tightening, and she smiles up at him, her hand on his cheek as she drags him in for another kiss. 

“They don’t hurt anymore,” she assures him, rolling her hips against his, smirking when he groans, “I’m ok.” 

Aaron kisses the corner of her lips and then her cheek, shifting to her jaw and down her throat, re-familiarising himself with the tapestry of her body. Desperate for her now after only weeks apart. He smirks against her skin when she moans as he licks down the valley in between her breasts, her hips shifting involuntarily against his as he pays close attention to both of her nipples, laving at them until they ache.

“Fuck, Aaron,” she stutters, holding his head against her, “No teasing, please.” 

He stands up and smiles as she shivers, cool air hitting her skin where he’d just been pressed up against her, he lifts her hips just enough to pull off her leggings and panties at the same time, disposing of them over his shoulder before he kneels in between her legs that were hanging over the edge of the bed. He smiles up at her before he kisses one of her knees and she groans, briefly pressing her thighs together to get some much-needed pressure. 

“Aaron-”

“I know, sweetheart,” he says pushing her thighs apart, his fingers skating just short of where she wanted them, “No teasing.”

He licks through her, stealing any kind of retort from her lungs, her moan loud enough he’s sure the people in the room next door would have heard it. “Holy shit,” she breathes out, her fists tight in the cheap comforter, “You’re so good at that.” 

He smirks before he carries on, building her up expertly with his tongue and two fingers he pushes into her, curling them inside of her. She can’t do anything except lay there, her elbows giving away underneath her as he pushes her over the edge, the sound that leaves her almost animalistic in its nature. It turns into a laugh, a breathless chuckle that she tries and fails to capture with her hand over her mouth. She sighs as she pushes her hair from her face.

“Fuck,” she breathes out, looking at him as he climbs back onto the bed, encouraging her to move further up too. At some point he’d taken off his clothes too, something she’d missed in the hazy afterglow of her orgasm. “Kiss me.” 

He does as he’s asked, pressing his lips against hers and settling into the cradle of her hips, grabbing one of her thighs and hooking it around his back. He links his other hand through hers next to his head, pulling away from the kiss, their noses touching as he smiles at her. He pushes forward, both of them letting out twin groans as he enters her, her eyes rolling back at the familiar stretch of him. 

It was something they’d done countless times before. In both of their apartments. In his office. In hotel rooms across the country. But here, right now in a non-descript motel room in Ohio, it feels different. Both of them aware of how they felt, the pretence that this was just sex long gone. It’s familiar and new at the same time, and it feels like it’s the start of something incredible. 

He groans as she clenches around him, and he starts to move, his forehead still against hers as they easily find their rhythm, each of them almost more familiar with the other’s body than their own. He feels when she’s close, how she gets impossibly tighter around him, her thigh around him shaking as she presses her foot even firmer into his back.

“Aaron,” she breathes out, his name catching in her chest. 

“I know, sweetheart,” he soothes, kissing her fiercely before shifting his hand on her thigh to in between them, gently circling her clit, “I know.” 

She comes first, grasping at his back so tightly with the hand not linked in his she’s sure she’s left marks on his skin. Her thigh slips from his back, her legs falling apart impossibly wider. His hips stutter as he speeds up, losing control as he breaks their kiss, his face pressing into her chest as he mutters against her collarbone, his words vibrating through her skin.

“I love you, fuck, I love you.” 

He tips over the edge, his hips going still against hers, and the only sound in the room is their heavy breathing. She runs her fingers through his hair and lifts his head so he can look at her, the blissed-out look on his face enough to make her chuckle before she kisses him. 

“I love you too,” she mutters against his lips, both of them smiling, the kiss lost to it, “So much.” 

He pushes her hair from her forehead, smiling as some of it sticks to her sweaty skin, “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” 

She frowns, tilting her head at him, “What? I told you my ribs are fine-”

“No,” he says, smiling as he shakes his head, “Not that, I meant by pulling away. I thought I was protecting you,” he says, “But I should have talked to you.”

She smiles and nods, kissing him once before he rolls off of her, ensuring she’s still in his arms, allowing her to curl up against his side, “You should have,” she agrees, “But I understand,” she says, resting her head on his shoulder to smile up at him, “And I forgive you, just don’t do it again.” 

He hooks his finger under her chin and drags her into a kiss, “I promise.”

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Emily yawns as she clips her seatbelt into place, smiling as she turns to look at Aaron as he chuckles at her. 

“I don’t know what you’re laughing at,” she says, yawning again, “It’s your fault I didn’t get any sleep.” 

They’d stayed up until the early hours of the morning, having quiet conversations in between rounds of sex, both of them exhausted by the time they finally decided to sleep. Aaron had woken her up before dawn, keen to get on the road as soon as possible.

He smiles, leaning across the centre console to kiss her, his smile widening when she chases him, “If we leave early, we get home early. And at least you get to sleep on the drive,” he mumbles, kissing her once more before he pulls away, “Sadly, I won’t.” 

“That’s because you never let me drive,” she says, waiting for him to start the car and pull out of the parking lot before she reaches for his hand, linking their hands together and resting them between them, “Want to listen to some music?” 

He can’t help but think of their journey here, how she’d been fiddling with the radio as she ranted about different types of music. Something he’d found endlessly endearing but hadn’t known how to handle. 

“Of course,” he says, lifting their hands to kiss her knuckles, “as long as you play decent music.” 

She laughs and shakes her head, reaching for the dials with the hand not linked through his, “I think we have different ideas about what counts as decent music, honey.” 

He groans, “For the last time, The White Album is excellent it just happened to be co-opted by a cult leader with a personality disorder.” 

She laughs, thrilled to have achieved the exact reaction she had been looking for, “Whatever you say, honey,” she says, winking at him as he looks over, “Whatever you say.”

As they drive towards the sunrise, the car filled with music, laughter and love, she thinks she might be the happiest she’s ever been. 

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Deltarune theory: Kris, Noelle, and Ralsei (Kris may not hate Ralsei THAT much) and other misc theories.

obviously spoilers for Deltarune up to chapter 2 and some of the Spamton sweepstakes. play the game it's free on steam. also this is a little bit long and contains a lot of screenshots. Not a huge amount of text walls I am just crazy. more info after the cut.

(credit to the deltarune wiki for these screenshots) So a common theory is that the health gained from the tea represents how close emotionally characters are to each other. If a character does not know someone else, the tea appears as nothing, such as Noelle having no reaction to the Ralsei tea, since at that point in the game they never met. People often use this as an implication that Kris does not like ralsei very much. but here is the thing that gets me:

Kris seems to get damn near the same amount of HP from Noelle as they do Ralsei. and that is confusing... because aren't they supposed to be childhood friends? meanwhile Susie used to bully Kris as implied by the Spamton sweepstakes... and yet Susie's tea gives Kris the MOST health out of all of them. not to mention Noelle seems to share the same amount of health return, but doesn't hate the tea either. What on earth is going on here?

The Theory (s?)

The unfun theory: The health means absolutely nothing. Personally I don't like this theory if you couldn't tell already. The spicy friendship theory: Kris doesn't hate Ralsei THAT MUCH, they are just uneasy about them. Alternatively: Kris probably just gets along better with someone like Susie than someone like Ralsei. The climax in every children's movie ever theory: before the events of Deltarune, something happened that made Kris upset at Noelle and it harmed their relationship. (possibly something to do with Des) The BFFSBSROFL (no that acronym does not stand for anything) theory : kris actually gels SO well with susie that they are basically best friends, making Noelle and Ralsei look pathetic in comparison. Alternatively, Kris and Susie have a much deeper history that the Spamton Sweepstakes left out. Alternatively: it could also be that Susie is the first strong friendship Kris has had in a very long time and they are in the honeymoon phase of their friendship. The shippers wet dream theory: Kris has a thing for Susie after the events of ch 1 and is jealous of Noelle. (I claim no financial responsibility for whatever the fuck the shipping part of the fandom may do with this potential bit of information.) The "my parent's friend's kids" theory: Kris never really was that close to Noelle to begin with, Its just that the Dreemur family and the Holiday family go way back and Kris being a kid was just in the middle of it. These are the theories I have so far, let me know if you guys have anything more interesting.

Other things to mention

The Laser prank. During that scene with Noelle with chapter 2, the player finds a switch that requires the player and Noelle to press a button and let each other through the laser barrier. as a player you can suddenly jump off the button before noelle passes as a joke. however, if you go too far and do it right when Noelle is too close to the laser:

you almost hurt Noelle (but she is ok) and then she pulls the same prank on Kris. then:

If you don't go too far with the prank, Noelle simply says "nice teamwork" and you continue on. This is interesting to me for many reasons. here is a few theories I have listed: 1-Kris actually was hurt (unlikely because their HP was not lowered and the player did not touch the laser) 2- Kris actually DOES care about Noelle and is horrified the player almost hurt her 2.5- Or perhaps Kris does care about Noelle and is horrified she did the prank back at them as serious as the laser was. Perhaps Kris has weird feelings about abandonment and self love considering their parents divorce and all that has been going on in this game 3- Kris is just being petty and immature that they got pranked right back. 4- Kris is potentially mis-reading the situation thinking that the player and Noelle are somehow against Kris, when in reality both the player and Noelle are just playing around. Remember that Kris is a young teenager going through a rough patch at home, so it makes sense they are on edge about this kind of thing. 5- I am reading way too deep into this bit.

The Boat Picture with Ralsei listen man. Its no secret Ralsei resembles Asriel. hell there is a STRONG implication that Ralsei is actually Kris's childhood red horns headband considering Ralsei also has red horns.

here is the bit that gets to me sometimes: Later on in Ch 2, you are on a boat ride with ralsei and a photo booth. you have the option to Hug Ralsei, show a peace sign in the wrong direction, or commit cultural appropriation against Berdly in particular (my favorite option yes i am very mature)

why does this sit with me? well-

First: daawwww asgoooooreeee second: what does this mean- there are so many implications, Again i am just going to list theories and speculation: 1- Kris does not appreciate the gremlin that looks suspiciously like their older brother and how said gremlin may be crushing on them, along with the player pushing that along. enough said. 2- Kris is OK with hugs, they just don't like it when their dad gives them a massive cuddly bear hug. 3- kris is being an angsty teen acting like they are too good for hugs. 4- Again I am probably overthinking it and Kris actually does not hate hugs (or hugging ralsei) that much. Overall, I think Kris Kross Applesauce's real problem is less about the hugging and the pranking of Noelle, but rather something deeper. behold!

THE OMEGA THEORY

Kris just wants agency over their own life. It isn't that deep really. It is implied that Kris... honestly doesn't like themselves very much and doesn't like being human. The fact they never grew horns growing up and wore plastic horns all the time was probably the first time Kris felt like an outsider, and all they wanted to do was to be like their family. and now their parents are divorced Their older brother has been off for university and can only come back on certain occasions Sans Undertale is probably fucking their mom (or sans is just messing with you because sans is a hilarious asshole) Kris probably has trauma from whatever happened to December Holiday (which has not been revealed yet other than Spamton sweepstakes hinting) And now, Kris appears to be possessed by SOMETHING. and who the hell knows what and who is posessing kris. it could be you the player doing that or perhaps the player IS kris and that the thing possessing kris is what threw the player in the cage or more. we don't know yet But the thing i know most is that all Kris just wants is to have more control over their own life. Hell considering the implication that Ralsei is the manifestation of Kris's childhood headband, perhaps Ralsei represents a part of who Kris wishes they were. either way It doesn't matter if the player messes with Noelle or hugs Kris's friend that uncomfortably resembles their brother Kris just wants it to be THEIR decision rather than the decision of an omnipotent god that has a strange affliction for hyper-analyzing their life to make an overly-produced Tumblr post. thank you for reading my crap.

[bonesandthebees]

Ok, so, I've never watched any of the qsmp streams, but I read your rambling about it and read your one shots abt it, and uh do you have any advice on how to get into watching the streams? Like where do I start? How to catch up on missed lore? Stuff like that

well there are a lot of different POVs you can choose to catch up on and which one(s) you choose will definitely affect your understanding of what's going on. if you want to just catch up on the primary major story beats overall (federation lore, main egg lore) this channel on youtube has made 3 videos so far summarizing the lore as it goes on. I haven't watched these videos myself so I can't say how accurate they are or if they leave anything important out, but I've heard positive things!

now if you wanna catch up on more individual lore/character dynamics and all that then you're facing a bit more of a challenge. I believe quackity has most of his qsmp vods uploaded on his vod channel so you can definitely check those out for his story stuff. if you wanna understand my fics better wilbur has the smallest number of qsmp vods out of the cc's at least somewhat tied into the storyline so it shouldn't be too hard to catch up on his stuff. his vod from day 1 of the qsmp has one of the funniest moments from any wilbur stream ever (yes I am referring to that moment he was talking to max) but I don't think you need to watch a ton from any of the day 1 POV's after the first hour or so.

while phil is the pov I watch the most for qsmp, he's definitely less involved in the plot. but unlike what I keep seeing some people on twt and tumblr say, he DOES participate in the rp and does care about the lore. he just doesn't go out of his way to get super involved in it and likes making 4th wall breaking jokes. but yeah if you're looking for more lore based stuff, phil might not be a great pov to watch as your primary.

now bad is the english speaking cc most involved in the heavy federation lore stuff, so his vods are definitely good to check out if you're looking for an english speaking cc to watch. jaiden's also definitely tied into it and has her own very interesting plotline going on atm involving the federation, but she doesn't stream as often so there are a few more gaps with her compared to bad who's been daily streaming for months now.

now for the cc's who don't primarily speak english, it's definitely a bit more of a challenge to watch those POVs if you don't speak the cc's language, but when many cc's are in a group they'll usually switch to english since that's the most common language on the server. also there's the translator that most of them have up on their screen, but it's not super accurate and a lot of the time cc's forget to switch it between languages so I don't rely on it much. for lore stuff, cellbit is a great choice because he's been heavily involved in investigating the federation and solving puzzles and all that since he first got on the server. from the french side, baghera jumped into lore stuff pretty quickly too so I highly recommend her pov as well

again I don't know how detailed/what the summary videos do and don't include but if you see clips from certain streams on that summary video that look interesting, I definitely recommend going to the vod itself and watching at least a bit of it. the group dynamic between all the players on the island is so delightful to watch. so many great friendships have formed bc of this server and it's so much fun to watch them grow in real time.

more than anything though when you're trying to catch up, go through the tumblr tag! follow people who liveblog a lot! follow the updates accounts on twitter! I actually don't catch many streams, but I'm usually pretty up to date on the big plot stuff happening on the server at all times just from what I see on my dash. read posts and check out the tags to absorb info via dash osmosis. that's how I caught up on dsmp when I first got into it back in january 2021 lol

hope this helps :)

[justalilpearlie]

Introduction/Fun Pearlie Facts

Was abt time I did one of these.

Hello everyone, my name is Pearl, Pearlie or Sam/Sammy if you're feeling like it. Friends also call me Martini sometimes.

I am a minor, my labels... we dont talk about them (fem presenting ftm gay/mlm + trying out gendervoid and verinix + bigender??) uhmm and I go by He/She, tho mostly He/Him by strangers- I can She/Her myself and close friends/mutuals are allowed! (I also go by neos: Void/Moon/Sweet/It/Fluff/Love/Fizz/Paw)

I'm from Argentina, born and raised, never moved. Speak fluent english and spanish.

I got the 'tism and the adhd, aswell as BPD and a few other things I wont list right now! But yeah I'm psychotic (ooo scary word.. lmao)

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I'm an IRL of many, mainly c!Pearl (mcyt), Samuel Emily (fnaf [games canon]) and Shin Tsukimi (yttd). If you don't like it you can leave, block me, or whatever, cause you aint gonna change my life or how I am. I'm in therapy, which unlike random hate and harrassment online, does help me :)

I like to roleplay, draw, sometimes make playlists or moodboards.. And my biggest interests right now are Life Series (+ evo + new life), Empires1(+ a bit of e2) and FNaF! (i dont rlly like the books tho lol..)

I use kin tags for reach cause I'd love interaction from any fellow lifers or empires ppl, hermits aswell!! Tho I havent finished s8 or s9 yet...

Fictionkins, therians and traumagenic systems all welcome!

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DNI prefferably:

- Basic DNI criteria (proshippers, homophobes, transphobes, racists, TERFs, ableist, etc)

- Endos/non-traumagenic "systems" DNI. block me if u want, i wont argue abt it in the comments/reblogs. or interact if u want but im not gonna follow u back or anythin shrugs.

- reality checkers or anti-IRLs DNI. I aint "romanticizing" shit, I'm existing and living my life, if thats a problem to you too bad cause my psychologist aproves of what I'm doing, since I aint harming anyone and I myself am doing dandy.

- anti-kin also DNI cause most of my friends are fictionkins and if you talk shit abt my fellas idk i wouldnt like having u around much

CCs interact at your own risk. This is my domain, cyan man & moon lady. /hj

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"Disclaimer"

- I talk about MajorMoon (Scott x Pearl) a LOT, if u didnt notice by the acc theme. These are my romantic memories, its a gay ship, not woman/gay man, so if it makes u uncomfortable or u hate it or whatever then ur probably not gonna like my content lmao. COUGH, consider joining us if you do like what you see... /nf We're a small comunity of supporters.. just me.. and a few of my peeps... that was a joke, sir. /ref

- This isn't roleplay, its my main acc where im ""unapologetically"" myself, but if u do wanna rp life series/empires u can always shoot me a dm and maybe I'll give u my discord.

- I talk about myself (c!Pearl) using 3rd person in many posts tagged with main fandom tags. This is to cause less confusion to casual fans slash ""normies"" (lhj) that well.. don't know what IRLs are! Also that way I feel safer and don't have to worry as much abt getting harassed and such for my identity.

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Special People Mentions!! fps = * (1 or more.. wouldnt say in a priority sorta order but. more or less yea)

Family! <3 🌼@pehpurr* SISTER!! super duper cool, her art is great and you should check it out!! YOU. You're the brightest little girl (i say like ur not older than me) I'VE EVER MET ACTUALLY! You're so passionate and loving I freaking adore you!! I love you so much Scar, you're one of the best things to ever happen to me, Kanny &lt;3 ⚙️@gentlexmadman DAD!! you are my daaaad, you're my dad! woogie woogie woogie! ANOTHER amazing artist! mr "I know that guy-", very funny, Henry "Autism" Emily... the copper king, my father. Speaking to you is always comforting. Love you so much papa, you're amazing :)

Simply special <3 ☕@insomniac-coffeehouse** You're all simply so very special to me. I love spending time with you guys and playing stuff together, you mean a lot to me and I'm so glad I met you. I hope we're still close for this year and many more! You're incredibly talented, not only at art, at everything you do. You spark joy in my brain and my heart <3 From the bottom of my heart, I'm in love with the hope you bring to this world. 🍊Jack***, oh my dear Jacky, where do I even begin, sport... you really are my other half. Mi media naranja if you will. haha.. I love every second we spend together, I love your voice, I love your eyes, I love your smile, your laughter. I love your use of words, the way you speak, your humor, your seriousness and goofiness. You stiff fuck, you were made for me and I was made for you, and I wouldn't have it any other way. You're my everything, mi vida, mi luz, mi estrella. Mi amor, mi mundo. <3

New friends! 🍓@strawberrystarfield I know we met fairly recently but you're all incredibly fun to talk to, your art is also amazing, your accent is real pretty (cough for a bri-💥), you're real sweet and I love reading all your thoughts and critiques about things :} (love ya Aspen /gen) 🏜️@fagdykegtws My right hand man! I know we just met through the rarepair server but oh my god we're in the same brainwave!!! You're so fun to vc and chat with and you got the best ideas ever fr fr, love ya Chewy, you're real sweet even w how lil i know you ;)

That's it folks, love yall and see you around!

[viilpstick]

╰┈➤ 𝐭���𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: Ruggie & Vil, Monique & Daisy and 3 others Twisted Wonderland ocs

𝒘𝒂𝒓��𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Oc x cannon

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: Fluff, crack/comedy (ig), action (? I REALLY DON'T KNOW) and if you squint your eyes angst

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: too lazy to do it now, but it is long.

𝒂/𝒏: i actually got the idea of double date sooo (monique in here is vice-perfect, bc in my head Daisy is the main character) + I TOOK A LONG TIME TO WRITE, BLAME MY WRITING TEACHER, taking my creativity away :,))

Laying on the bed, both of Monique and Daisy looked over some polaroids taken by them, with some light laughing, they smiled at the picture, not enough to wake Grim up in the other room? It wasn't until late, they turn to see Grim coming inside with a pout. With his stripped pajamas. 

"Why you both laughing? Shouldn't be in bed by now?" He talks like a tired mom, who had to change rooms for sleep and still didn't worked as much as he though it would.

"Why, don't be so serious now." Monique chuckles a hand covering her lips. 

Daisy on her side nods with a smile, as she sit straight up in the bed. "After all, tomorrow we won't have any class." 

"Still, I need my beauty sleep!" 

"Oh, Grim, you need more than just sleep."

Monique jokes with an amused smirk in her face and Daisy in her side couldn't contain her laugh. Of course, Grim doesn't take her jokes as an offense, yet, he couldn't help but pout.

"Hey! I am very handsome, thank you very much." 

Huffing and angrily stopping on the floor, Grim says, making Daisy opens her arms for Grim lay with both of them.

"What is so funny anyway?" Grim asks looking over Monique's shoulder on Daisy's lap who held the pictures.

He could see some pictures where Vil and Ruggie's face was blurry and the next one a clear overblot of someone. 

"Our first double date." Daisy says showing him the picture of them together.

Vil was holding Monique and Ruggie holding Daisy. 

That could make any single person sick.

"What is that one?" Grim points at the one where someone was with an overblot issue. 

A woman with skin purple pale, long eyelids and really skinny, the ink dropped on the restaurant's floor, as an guy on the side screamed loudly (for what the picture showed), he was buffy, almost like Ashton, yet couldn't seem to defeat the purple woman, who's looked to be around Leona or Sam's age. On his side, another slim guy screaming at the overblot, this one didn't seemed as able to defeat the woman.

Both of the girls flinched at the memory before sighing.

"Oh, that woman..." Monique sighs deeply, that one where you can feel the air running and going out your lungs.

"She was certain an experience, but, can we really blame her?" The blond one comments. 

"Well?"

Awaiting Grim says, they raise their one eyebrow confused by what the cat-like creature asks.

"Well, what?" The brown haired girl asks Grim.

"Are you really going to keep as an inside-joke?! Nuh-uh! You will tell me what happened." He sits in their waiting for them to start.

Both look at each other before chuckling. 

How does it all starts?

"Here they are." The model attention was snapped back as he pronounced his words, looking to Ruggie and Daisy, who approached them.

Monique waves at them both, smiling brightly, as Daisy did the same. With a small greeting, the silence was installed. Ruggie and Vil, they were clearly someone to have a neutral opinion about each other.

Ruggie didn't knew Vil.

Vil didn't knew Ruggie.

This was an unlikely duo to be in a double date. Well, but, they girlfriends knew each other, so, they might just pull up with it.

Ruggie came for a hug, Vil for a handshake. They stare into each other. Vil comes for a hug, Ruggie a handshake.

How cliché.

"Well, shall we go inside?" Vil asks, as the girls nods. Ruggie only followed by since Daisy was dragging him.

If Ruggie were to lie, he wasn't a bit amazed to be in a double date with THE Vil Schoenheit. He just never talked him before... It felt like he meeting Leona for the first time. 

The first whatsover thing that happened once they enter the small restaurant was hearing a teenager complaining.

The guy, tannish skin, black hair and ebony dark eyes. A red jacket and a REAL bad taste in clothing. If Monique were to have the guts, she would already had talk a GOOD talk with him.

"A table for four?" The man, just as tall as Vil in his high heels asks. His skin was a lighter tone of tan, with long black hair, his uniform purple and yellow.

As the two couple makes their way to the table they still hear the teen complaining with a beastwoman with cat ears and tail, a long purple hair and indigo tired boring eyes sighing at each word the young man said.

"So," Vil started trying the attention to go off of the table on their side. "What you all thinking of ordering? It's a pretty basic, but, Monique enjoys it, so, thought of calling you both over to here was the best."

Ruggie and Daisy nods before getting a look at the prices on the menu: "BASIC?!" was the first thought of Ruggie's mind. 

He shallows the dry, usually him and Daisy will hatch the bill. But, how does Vil and Monique work? Do they do the same? Would Vil mind to pay everything and then Ruggie can pay them later.

Daisy puts a hand on Ruggie's shoulder. Reassuring to let everything go as it should, and not worry too much with it. Yes, a simple touch in the shoulder like that meant it all.

"Well, I think just a steak... For me. Uhh... And you, Daisy?"

"The pumpkin soup with garlic bread, sounds just fine." And then, Daisy looks to Monique.

"Just some pasta." Monique closes the menu, turning to Vil. 

The silence felt uncomfortable, even Daisy and Monique would talk alone, but the fact Ruggie and Vil was in there, made weird?

"Yagya! I told you I don't like pinneaple! Change it." The teen with ebony dark hair says crossing his arms. He looked to be around fifteen or so...

The quartet turn to the supposedly Yagya, awaiting for her response. With her pale skin. "Sir, with all respect, this has been your fourth change."

The boy could only glance.

"Sir?"

"He looks younger than us." Ruggie head goes to Daisy in shook.

Vil clears his throat, he doesn't want to gossip in the moment, it felt inelegant. "Ruggie, you are from Savannaclaw... Do you like-"

"Vil. I know you are about to ask. Don't." Monique puts a hand in his arm, trying to stop her boyfriend.

"-Have a special conditioner for your fur?" 

"No?"

"I thought so."

Monique sighs putting her head in the table. Vil is a little too strong head when it comes to meeting people, yet, she didn't want this to end in a mess.

"Oh..." Ruggie panics as he looks to Daisy who, again, with only a look reassures him, that is all fine. And with the other two, Monique glances at Vil as if telling him to not go so far off. “How was the uhm… Battle, thing- Or whatever. You had with Neige LeBlanc? Did you-“

Ruggie felt a squeeze in his arm, turning to face Monique and Daisy who were begging him to stop talking with only their eyes.

“You mean the one I lost and overblot?” 

Oh no, the silence. 

Bitting his lip, Ruggie for the first time prayed for everyone need his help with anything else at the moment. For an extrovert, Ruggie was sure quiet. Vil was holding back a frown, he opened his mouth to speak, but then again…

“That wasn’t what I asked!” The table of the four teens groan, the boy goes again to complain. “What? She is getting my order wrong.”

“Kaizer-“ The boy with long hair, or, Kaizer. Clear his throat. “I mean, sir, this was exactly what you order.” 

“But, that was fifteen minutes ago. I want something else now.”

The other group of teens watch him with an unamused and shocked face. The tall waiter steps to their table. “My name is Kenji, everyone. I will be taking your orders.” 

Vil was about to speak up, when Kaizer is the one to speak… Again.

“Kenji! I want you to take my order first, now.” Kaizer says looking over his nails. 

A lot would said that, Vil’s head turned to Kaizer. But no, it snapped. “Oh, sevens, no.” Vil crosses his arms, and Ruggie couldn’t help to do the same. 

This guy was getting into their nerves, blood boiling and a strong deep breath, was necessary to survive. Daisy wonders if that have happened before, but, it wouldn’t make sense, specially for Vil, bring this headache to them all.

Monique notices Ruggie confused glance as she shrugs. Clearly, this never happened before.

"You know what? DAD!" He calls out, and immediately Yagya's face falls into a despair one.

When least or most expected, a bigger guy comes out of the kitchen, but, his face was the softness itself.

"I swear, this never happened before when we were here." Monique whispers to the other two and Vil could only nod.

At this point the whole restaurant had their heads to the table where Kaizer was. Not that it was a full place, it had at least three or four other tables with people on it. But the noise and the lack of politeness was louder than anything else, unbearable to ignore.

"Yes, son?" The tall bearded man, just as tall as Malleus, if not taller asks with a sweet kind face.

"Fire Yagya, she has nothing but trouble."

"Excuse me?" The blonde girl over the other table asks shocked, turning to her boyfriend.

Everyone was just speechless as the two couples, how can someone believe this is how things work? The consideration was probably burned in the kitchen and thrown out of the window. 

"What a terrible excuse!"

"If Leona had that excuse, I would be already thrown out of NRC." 

"I wish a had this excuse against Neige." The three teens turn to Vil with an unamused look. "I wish I had but, I don't."

"Hey! I can hear you all." Kaizer pouts, after all, they were the closest to the table where all the drama is.

"Good!" Both Ruggie and Vil said a bitter tone and with a slight frown.

Yagya head turns desperately to Kaizer's father, pleading for him not to do as told.

"I am really sorry, Yagya. But, you are fired."

The silence was only broken by Yagya falling on her knees her ears and tail down, with Kenji rushing to her side, making sure she was alright.

Daisy felt nothing but pity, and shattered heart like a crystal into pieces. Her eyes winded once taking a look at her wand, how long has this woman been dealing with this? It was the point where her enough, was overuse her magic and let her hatred, sadness, or whatever she was feeling was her magic wand getting the worse of her.

"I did everything I could. I don't understand what I am doing wrong. I was polite. I did everything I possibly could."

"Well, if you want to feel better we can give you a resume to your next boss." Kaizer gives Yagya a damn smirk, as if he didn't just humiliated her infront of everyone. "No hard feelings?"

He extends her hand to her.

But, she slaps away.

"Oh no..." Whispering, Daisy knew exactly was going to happen. Even if she wanted, how could they avoid what was already happening?

"You aren't going to get your resume like that." Kaizer pouts.

As everyone stands up, they see a rush of ink crawling around Yagya, her feelings were mixed in the dark place, the lights flickered, people were starting to understand what was about to happen.

"I am DONE!"

Yagya long dress decays into a longer one, her hair goes to the back all spiked up. Her big eyelashes turning into pure ink, the pale skin into a paller purplish tone and a big over collar.

"No, because, she's kinda slaying-"

"-Not the time, Monique!" Daisy takes Monique away from her thoughts by pulling her arm.

"She has a point, thought!" Vil yells hiding himself, throwing the table on the floor to hide.

The others left the restaurant in a heartbeat, meanwhile, the quartet stays behind a table using it as a shield, awhile in the other table is seen.

"Why when there's trouble is always you two around?" Perplexed at the thought, Ruggie asks the girls who shrugged.

"Pretty people must suffer, Ruggie." Rolling his eyes, Vil answered.

"Poor Daisy, you must been through a lot then." Ruggie snickers.

"Are you four seriously FLIRTING?!"

Kaizer asks behind the other table, with his father and Kenji. The older man scoffed, standing up going to Yagya's front.

"What are you all so afraid about? It's not like she is that powerful-" Kaizer's dad ate his words, literally, since he was turned into a chicken by her powers.

The six teens stare in shock as the poor chicken runs away for his life. With a side shocked look, Daisy turns to Ruggie. For all the time she had dealt with overblots she knew how to defeat them, now, this was just a random woman. She didn't knew nothing.

"Alright, who is Yagya's friend?" Ruggie asks the other two guys.

As Kaizer was about to raise his hand there was a union when all of them said: "No!" And then he lowers his hand.

"Well, I could try." Kenji stands up, as if about to say... "Listen to me, Yagya, this isn't you! Stop!"

He actually said it. Oh, my sevens.

Facepalming, Vil turns away, almost having a break down at the stupidity. But instead, Yagya eyes soften and as everyone thought they were saved-

Yagya turned Kenji into a cow.

Perfect.

They stand up, awhile Kaizer stays behind the table in fetal position awhile repeating the words: "Happy thoughts, happy thoughts", over and over again.

"Hey, guys, now that I've been turned into a cow. Can I go home?" Kenji asks the most serious and honest question anyone could ever ask.

"You are excused." Vil says opening the door to Kenji, who runs away.

Pulling their wands out, Vil and Ruggie tried to contain Yagya until they founded a way to stop her. Meanwhile, Daisy could see Kaizer trying to run away, but he is immediately stopped by Monique who cross her arms.

"You know, exactly what to do."

She forcefully turns his body to Yagya's pity form. Where inside the anger it was a cry for help, it was a pain inside her chest, seeing inside her deep blue eyes, all of that was written.

Step forward, doing the right thing, Kaizer face-to-face looks to Yagya and speaks up. Who was ready to throw all her rage at him.

"I am sorry. I actually like pineapple. I am sorry, I actually tried to test you for my amusement. I am sorry, I made you believe you are bellow me just because you are my assistant. I am sorry, I am wrong." The eyes covered in a blind revenge, soften up. "I know, I shouldn't push you that much. I know, and because I know, I am sorry. Yagya, I am sorry. I now understand-"

Her eyes turn back into anger, blood boiling. "You don't understand!" The silence falls down. Even the chicken stays quiet from doing any movements. "You don't understand how tiring, my life is. I am a servant, I have to keep it quiet! All the damn time!" The head of the hyena turns. "No one understands."

The ink flows on the place, in a way to cover them to see her sadness. A cold feeling rushes through Ruggie, as he silently takes a step forward.

"I do." He shows the arm who hasn’t recovered after Leona’s issue. "I really do." Yagya looks at him silently. "We always think for all, we aren’t enough, for our family, friends. Anything. And we are judge when we want to take care of ourselves."

Surprisingly, Yagya gets on her knees. Feeling weak. "Yes… We do, don’t we?"

"Hard-work is not that respected, Yagya. But, it’s not an issue we should take ourselves as the one to blame."

The ink starts to disappear, Daisy smiles brightly to her boyfriend, awhile, Monique noticed the chicken with two buffy arms.

Yagya calmed herself, the overblot energy going away. As Daisy approaches her to check if everything is okay.

"Don’t think, you are just what you work for."

The purple haired beastwoman nods, holding Daisy’s hand to stand up.

As Kaizer’s dad shows up in their front, back to normal.

"I am apologise, Yagya, for everything." Kaizer's dad said with a shinning smile "You still fired thought." He says his sympathetic tone tuning into a deadpanned look.

"I know." Yagya smiles as she used Daisy as a support for her height, she was a bit too weak to stand by herself.

"Why are you smiling then?"

"To not break your face-" Daisy hits Yagya with her elbow.

"Excuse you?!"

"To not overblot again." Both girls nod with a smile. Kaizer's dad leave and the purple haired one sighs deeply. She looks to Ruggie and Daisy. "Truly, thank you. Please, I am so sorry for every mess caused."

"Don't worry, we saw what you went through. Don't always lower your head."

On the other side of the same place, Vil some money in the table, before huffing. "I didn't even liked this place." He takes Monique's hand before glancing into Ruggie and Daisy's eyes. His frown turn into a smile, a genuine one, even tho the circumstances. "Daisy, it's been lovely time with you, truly. We should go out more often. And Ruggie..." Shallowing, Ruggie waited for the absolute worse, but instead... "You are a great guy, I appreciate your personality. But remember, break Daisy's heart, I break your neck."

"Understood, sir." Ruggie smirks, he knows Vil was just a diamond heart in the rough, could he really blame how he acted?

"We will be outside, for us to take a picture, this moment has to be remembered." Heading outside, hand to hand with Monique who had a lovestruck look.

Feeling a hand on his shoulder, Ruggie turn to see the face of his girlfriend.

"I am proud of you."

"For what?"

She makes him turn his head to Yagya, someone who had a tough life, just like him, smiling, just like him.

"For this." Daisy kisses his cheek, her hand going to take his. "Now, let's go take the picture."

He smiles back, following her outside.

Back to the present, the story had came to the end. Daisy feel asleep by Monique telling the moment they lived, head on Monique's shoulder, like older and younger sister.

"But, how you both took the pictures."

"It wasn't us, it was Kenji, he gave it to us a day after he turned back into a human. The only picture we took was the after fight." Monique puts everything in a safe place, called under the bed, awhile, Daisy's head fell into the pillow.

"Soo, what happened to Yagya? She still got fired."

Grim asks as Monique turns to him. Smiling sweetly, the brunnette one answers. "We showed her that Sam was needing assistants in his shop, and she got the job. She seems way happier, and even more relaxed."

"And Kaizer?"

Before answering, she thinks for a while. "He learned to be a better person, after another accident, apparently, Kaizer turned to a Llama with a poison accident. He showed up three weeks ago apologizing to me, Daisy, Ruggie and Vil." Pausing, she puts a blanket over Daisy. "Probably, he apologised more to Yagya afterwards."

He hums, hoping from Monique to Daisy's side, comfortably laying. With a smile, Monique turns off the lights, closing the door. There was a small smile in Daisy's face of that save feeling, for there she is.

It felt a calm rushed through Ramshackle. Cold breeze was calming, the brightest star was shinier than ever.

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓: @midnightmah07, I love your Oc x Canon, a lot (I guess it is obvious lol) so, this is kinda of a (shitty) gift for the 200 days celebration of Daiggie!! 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕: My dog was adopted (no, I gave birth to him/j) in Peru, so, by that we named him Cuzco, because of the Kuzco from the Emperor's New Groove movie. Who was Keizer twisted version, at the start of the movie Kuzco is an asshole, so, in this fic he was an asshole at the start as well.

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Hey ! I seen your posts on teenage Touya ! And I really liked it ! Can I request you the same type of fic with teenager Touya x reader ? (where reader and him are already in a relationship) no problem if you don’t want, but thank you in advance :)

Have a nice day<3

(You said to send this like an ask so)

So this is a bit further into the future in the Dabi/Touya high school AU, I’m still probably going to write stuff that goes between this part and the previous one, but we’ll see. Anyway, part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here and part 4 here. I had to redo this twice because I wasn’t happy with it, and I’m still not sure I am, but I really just wanted to get this out. Might also be a bit of a mess tbh

You and Touya were going to celebrate your one year anniversary by going to an amusement park. You weren’t really that fond of the idea, but he had seemed excited about it, so you didn’t want to disappoint him, and you didn’t have any better ideas.

Your anniversary date happened to land on the weekend, so you didn’t even have to skip school to go to the amusement park. Which Touya probably wouldn’t have agreed to anyway, since his attendance record was excellent and he didn’t want to ruin it. He might have had a bad boy reputation at school, but he wasn’t like that, not really. He was very dedicated to his studies, unlike some others who had a similar reputation to him.

The two of you had agreed that you would come over to Touya’s, since the Todoroki residence was closer to the bus stop you needed to get to and you would walk to the bus from there, since it was just around the corner.

You were pretty nervous in the morning of the anniversary, because you weren’t a huge fan of amusement parks. You didn’t hate them, but they weren’t your favorite place either. Touya had suggested it and he had seemed excited about it and you just wanted to make him happy, so you had agreed to go.

Touya was looking forward to spending your anniversary with you. Honestly, he didn’t care how he’d spend it, as long as it was with you and he got to give you his gift. He had been racking his brain for months about what he wanted to get you, but he had finally found a necklace he liked the week before. He’d gotten the back of it engraved with his and your initials and the date you started dating.

When the doorbell finally rang, Touya basically leapt to open it.

“Hi” you said and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey sweetness” Touya smirked. “You ready to go?”

“Yep, you should grab a jacket or a hoodie though, you’re gonna freeze if the wind picks up”

“Nah, I’ll be fine” Touya said.

“Okay, have it your way, just don’t try to steal my hoodie when you get cold” you joked.

Touya rolled his eyes with an amused expression, and said: “We should go or we’ll miss the bus”

The two of you hurried out the door and walked to the bus stop. The sun was shining, and it was a pretty warm day, but you had a feeling the weather was going to turn. You didn’t have time to think about that anymore though, because you hopped on the bus and started heading towards the amusement park.

You sat next to Touya, who wrapped his arm around your shoulder and was staring out the window. You held your bag on your lap and leaned your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. Before you knew it, you had arrived at the amusement park. Luckily the place didn’t seem to be packed as full as usual.

“Where do you wanna go first?” Touya asked as you got your passes.

“I don’t know. To be honest I haven’t been to this amusement park before, so you’ll have to lead the way” you told him.

“Fine by me” Touya shrugged and grabbed your hand to lead you through the crowd of people.

A lot of your day was spent queuing for the different rides, but that gave you a lot of time to chat. Touya managed to convince you to get into many rides, and even though they looked scary at first, you had a good time. Everytime you got scared, you held his hand and it always made you feel better.

Touya went on a couple of rides alone, because you didn’t want to go on the fastest ones or the ones that went upside down. You waved at him from the ground every time though. Touya had noticed the wind picking up and the air getting cooler for a while now, but he wasn’t going to say anything, he didn’t want to give you the chance to tell him “I told you so”. You were bundled up in your hoodie, so he wasn’t even sure if you had noticed.

“So where next? We’ve been to almost every ride, or at least you have” you noted as Touya came off the big rollercoaster.

“What do you say we call it a day? I’ve been to everywhere I wanted to go anyway” Touya said

“Sure, we just need to buy some cotton candy, it’s a mandatory purchase at an amusement park” you smirked and took his hand, starting to drag him towards one of the many gift shops.

“Fine” Touya rolled his eyes, but followed you without resistance.

You got your cotton candy, and the two of you started to make your way to the exit and to the bus stop.

“What do you wanna eat when we get back?” Touya asked as you waited for the bus.

“Pizza?”

“Sure” Touya said.

You hopped on the bus and started your trip back to the Todoroki residence.

The half an hour went by fast and before you knew it, you were already walking back to Touya’s home. You had spent the trip in silence, which you didn’t actually mind, since it wasn’t an awkward silence.

As you got off the bus, you grabbed Touya’s hand. Your hands were cold and since he always ran a bit warmer than you, you figured it would be a good way to warm up.

“Are you cold?” you asked as you grabbed Touya’s hand and it was feeling quite chilly.

“I’ll warm up once I get indoors” he said nonchalantly.

You took off your hoodie and wrapped it around Touya’s shoulders, bundling him up in it as best you could.

“Why are you givin it to me? You’re gonna get cold, dumbass” he said, trying to give it back to you.

“It’s not a long way to your house so, I’ll be fine” you smiled and wrapped the hoodie around him tighter.

“Thanks” Touya said.

You walked the rest of the way to the Todoroki residence and when you got in, Touya immediately  gave your hoodie back to you. You followed him into his room and sat down on his bed as he went to find a hoodie from his closet.

“I’m gonna call the pizza place. Is the usual okay?” Touya asked.

"Yep" you answered and started going through your bag.

You were rummaging around your bag, trying to find the gift you had bought Touya. You finally found it as he ended the call and went to get something from his desk drawer.

Touya sat down next to you on the bed and noticed you were holding a small black box in your hands. It was very similar to the one he was holding.

He really hoped you would like the necklace. He was watching your expression as he handed you the box.

You accepted the box and opened it. Inside there was a beautiful silver necklace with a circular pendant that had a little swirl engraved on the front and your and Touya’s initials engraved on the other side.

“Omg, it’s so beautiful” you exclaimed, raising it up by the chain so it reflected in the light from the window.

Touya sighed in relief and said: “I’m glad you like it”

“I have something for you too” you said and grabbed your own box from your lap, handing it to him.

Touya took the box and opened it. You had gotten him a necklace with a square pendant, that had smaller squares engraved inside each other on the front and both of your initials engraved on the back.

“Wow” he said. “I’m never takin this off” he smirked.

“Oh thank god you like it” you sighed in relief.

“Of course I like, it looks cool and you got it for me”

“It’s kind of funny that we both got each other necklaces” you chuckled.

“You didn’t happen to consult that damn bird on what to get me, did you?” Touya asked jokingly.

“Well he is your best friend… but I’m admitting nothing” you grinned.

“I’m askin because I also asked him for an idea on what to get you”

“Ah, so he set us up”

“Basically”

You just looked at each other before you started laughing.

When you calmed down, you said: “Happy anniversary, Touya”

“Happy anniversary (Name)” he answered with a soft smile.